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Chp 9. Lost

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Stephan's POV

To describe what I feel right now is an understatement. Lately I've been on edge. Nothing seems to make me happy. I stopped having blood for a while to strengthen my human side, but I don't think that's enough reason for me to get angry.

My knees vibrate as one of my foot taps rhythmically on the floor while the rest of my body stay posed on my outdoor chair. I take another swing of my liquor, allowing the bitter sweet liquid to bathe my tongue. I could have taken more to help me loosen up a bit, but I won't get drunk at all.

Seated at my backyard, the cool breeze the trees produced was somewhat cooling. But not enough to cool my temper.

I take another shot emptying the bottle completely.....I look at the bottle and move it around in my hands, have you ever wondered if it has feelings. People finish it's content, making the bottle empty. What happens to it later on. It's thrown away with a whole bunch of garbage, it can even be recycled to make another bottle or something else and the pretty looking ones can be turned into an ornament by luck. What is my point.

Basically, what I'm saying is that, people are like the bottle, they work their ass off to get into a particular position. The content in the person is being used to develop themselves and the society. What happens to them later on, they are thrown out if their standards do not reach the supposed criteria ending up unemployed,
they can be accepted and formed into a better person and also the more eligible candidates are ready to serve and grow famous.

Growing up in the human world for the past two hundred years has been incredible and has also taught me a lot, I've seen how people were used as a bottle. I chuckle to myself, I should become a teacher.

I rub my eyes and yawn, feeling already bored from sitting outside, I should go and hangout with some friends. I have many friends, the ones that are loyal and will be there when I needed their help. I should call Nelly, I haven't spoken to her in a while now. I pick up my phone and dial her number,
the call went directly to voicemail. Today is Wednesday, she must have turned off her phone because of work.

I change my shirt into a more presentable one and check my wristwatch as I enter my car. It's almost her closing hour, I'll wait for her at her desk till she rounds off. My engine roar to life as I start the car, reversing into the street I head straight to her office complex.

I put on my face cap and head indoors. I carried a face cap around ever since my brother showed up in Sydney. I didn't want to clean up the mess he made neither do I want to take a punishment for his mistake.

I enter the elevator and have it go up to her floor. I smirk and remember our last encounter, this one will be better, she will be thrilled to see me. The elevator doors open, I enter her department and stroll towards her desk.
The stack of files on it looks totally arranged and untouched. I rub my beards and look around, a middle aged woman walked towards Nelly's table and carried the files. But I stopped her before she would turn away.

"Sorry miss, but I need to see Nelly, has she signed out?"

"No, she didn't come to work this morning. I'm just taking her files away." She adjusted her skirt and walks away.

Nelly didn't come to work today. Where could she be, or did she call in sick. I should check her apartment, I feel guilty for not communicating with her for a long time. I dial her number again, still on voicemail.

Reaching her apartment, I knock at her door but no answer then I check the knob which was locked. I groan and bite my knuckles not enough to injure me. What in the world is going on, did she over sleep. I wait a little at her door, occasionally knocking to see if I'd get a reply.

I hear the click of heels coming up the stairs, I sigh in relief hoping it was Nelly but to my surprise it was Christy her best friend. She quirks her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me and kept on coming closer. I look ahead at the empty space behind her, she is not with Nelly.

"Her door is looked, I've been knocking for twenty minutes" I ring her phone once again and the machine speaks up again.

Christy opens her bag and brings out a bunch of keys, at last. She opens the door and we enter into the apartment. It was stuffy, the lights were off and all the windows were closed too. Christy finds the light and switched it on. There's no one here, I try to sense her but I got nothing in return.

"Oh my God, where could she have gone to! She's not at my place and her number is not connecting...."
She paused and gasp. Her eyes widen as she turns her head to look at me.

"I hope it's not what I'm thinking, I hope she didn't get into a one night stand with the wrong person"

My ears perk up at the mention of one night stand, I walk briskly to Christy and grab her arms.

"Where is she? What night stand?...answer me!!" My fist curl and tighten. My eyes burn with rage, I can't lose her, now that I've just found my mate.

"We...went to my work place last night, she told me she was going to use the bathroom, I waited for her but she didn't return. I went to look for her and she wasn't there." She gulps and continued

"So I thought she must have left with some guy, I even phoned her this morning and it didn't...go through"

And then she starts sobbing, I loosen my grip on her arms and pull away. Something bad has happened to Nelly. I hope it does not have anything to do with her stepfather because I'm going to strangle that man.

I sit on the sofa and think, the only friend I know she has is Christy but then...shit, I can't think of any negative thing. I should have claimed her as mine at first, I can't even imagine another man lay his shitty fingers on her, I'll shred his flesh to pieces.

Christy had stopped crying and was contemplating on calling the cops for a missing person report. I relax into the sofa and sigh. I just hope she's alright, because I won't be able to forgive myself for letting her go.

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