The trilogy of Gotham.

Part thirteen

Am drugged suddenly by a new person into an embrace. Its Alex, I could feel by the sent of his Cologne. I snuggle into him and the tears I'd been holding back with Alec are now suddenly poured out. My throat really hurts, my chest tightens as if I could die of misery right now.

The thought of the town of Gotham being gracious is tainted, its covered by blood sucking monsters. But they're maybe the good and bad category but whether good or bad they're enemies.

These vampires.

Wait, how did he get here.

But right now there was no room for questions I was in his arms safe and sound amidst the sobs.

He let's me go and gets hold of Alec by the color.

"Please let him go," I cry.

"This blood sucker doesn't deserve any life left of him," there's now a weird dark side of Alex.
He throws him to the nearby pine tree and in a blur,grubs him again.

I couldn't bare to see this, "let him go." Wherever Alex's energy emerged from, from the vulnerable guy I know. Now is not the time to think of it.

Alex walks me home after informing the police about the body. Turning around, Alec is standing poised.

His hurting and I know why. Am walking away with another guy then I turn around and off we go, in tears.

This town is covered by a trio of secrets, grace, the mysterious trail and a dark side. Disappearance of women.

During our troll uphill a few days ago, I recall Alex talking of the disappearance of women along the trail every summer but he brushed it off the moment I'd gotten inquisitive.

And now Ms smith was victim. Someone was coming next, I wouldn't live to see the next body.

Am leaving town tonight.

This the shortest chapter so far but am sure fourteen will come out better,am really sorry because am writing under pressure because these covid times affect everything around us.

stay safe. Xoxo.

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