Dr Richardson's house.
Christa continued scribbling down what one could consider nonsense in her diary. And she looked so engrossed in it. So deep into it.
A knock came on the door. It's her father. But she wouldn't hear.
She's on her seat, facing her study table on which she scribbled on a book. Her head bent into the book as she wrote down jargons.
It got to a point when she stopped. She slung her head backwards on the chair and went deep within her thoughts, which presently is completely unsettled.
She opened her eyes and all of the sudden, she's in the middle of a large forest of walnut trees.
Her face flashed around in confusion. She began wandering the forest in search of a way out. Her eyes scanned every single thing in sight.
Just as she went, she heard a rustle and she scurried to hid behind a large bending walnut.
She was wondering what it was, when some figures came into view. They were all clad in black cloaks and their heads were hidden under dark hoods.
There was one in the front. In his left hand was a staff. The staff was made of wood and it had a wooden three-eyed bat on its top. She felt chills running down her spine as she gazed at it. It made her remember the magic staff of the sorcerer in the fantasy movie, Aladdin.
She has seen the movie more than four times. The creepiness of the staff the sorcerer possesses thrilled her but this didn't, it only made her feel more creepy.
Her eyes wandered all around the figures as they stopped at a spot.
The figure that held a staff spoke to the others and the next second, they began to search everywhere. The ground, covered in dried grass, the trees bare from the winter weather, and everywhere else. They ransacked every single thing.
But then, one of them found something. A dried leaf.
He rushed back to the figure that held a staff. He gave the leave to him.
The figure that held a staff stared at the blood for a while, accessing it. As the man scanned it with his concealed eyes, Christa saw what's on the lead. It's dried blood.
After the scrutinized it well, he gave an order and they all began to melt away from the place with a speed comparable to that of the speedster in The Flash series.
She was stunned but when she remembered the things she has seen and known, like the existence of creatures like vampires and other, she waved it to the back of her mind.
Christa got up from behind the tree she hid and sidled to where the figures were earlier. Her eyes held confusion as she gazed at where they disappeared to.
She wondered what they were. She wondered what they were looking for. And finally she wondered who owned the blood on the dried leaf.
However she shook off all her curiosity. The thought of finding her way out of this forest ticked in her mind.
She turned to leave but a rustle caught her ears.
Her heart raced. She thought it was the figures under cloaks that came back.
Quickly she scurried and headed back for the place she hid earlier. She rushed to the place but when she got there, what she saw was a large tiger, lying limp on the ground with a bitten neck.
Her eyes widened and her heart banged.
She wanted to run back but she tripped and fell on her butts.
She sprung to her feet and took to her heels.
Sliding down a sloppy ground, she landed in a crouch. She sprung up and leapt over a fallen tree then continued her race.
In her head all that mattered was to get as far away from the place. But the forest didn't seem to have an end.
She kept on running. She got to a stream. There were stones in it, some big enough to be used as a stepping stone. A joyful grin lingered at the corner of her lip and she went for it.
She leapt and stepped on the first one then the second. Her joy knew no bounds as she made to step on the third stone and safely get to the other side.
But as she stepped on the third stone, it upturned and she fell into the flowing stream.
Her mind went blank for a split second before she realized what had just happened. Her head felt like it's going to explode. She struggled but the water that was like a stream earlier now seemed to be deeper than a stream. It's like an abyss.
She struggled and fought for her life.
But all her effort proved futile. And time was running. Slowly her lips gave way and she began to swallow water.
Her life began to fade away right in front of her. It was like an oil slipping out of one's palm.
All of the sudden, a hand dipped into the water and grabbed her out.
She coughed and gasped for breath, spurting out water as she coughed even more. As she did, she glanced around to see who had saved her, but she found no one.
She managed to calm her heart beat that was speeding and placed her two hands on the ground, using it as a support as she stood up, but midway, she stopped.
Half her body was raised but her two knees was still on the ground and she was facing the ground. But that's not the issue.
Right before her, she could see two feets in black sandals. The feets looked so pale that it's almost completely white.
But one thing she's sure about. It belongs to a human, a man actually.
She corked her ears. But she heard nothing. This human is not breathing.
Slowly, she lifted her face.
At first she could see the feet. But then she could see the ankles. The waist, it was cladded in leather pants, like the ones used hundreds of years ago. Then she could see the chest. It's unclad and broad, the abs so prominent that it almost turned her on if not for the anxiety she's feeling right now.
She could see a long wave silver hair draped across the person's broad chest.
It looked familiar.
But she didn't worry much. Finally her gaze lifted to the face of the person. It's trully human. It's a human. And not just any human. It's Kylian, her lecturer.
A smile of relief graced her face. It's him. It's Kylian.
But something is wrong with him. He looked so pale and lifeless. And his eyes were shut.
A frown was on her face as she inched closer. Her heart beating real fast. Different possibilities flashing through her head in split seconds.
But what happened next made her stop.
All of the sudden, the tightly shut eyes of Kylian's flashed opened. It's red.
Her heart stopped beating. Her eyes slightly wide from shock.
Kylian's lips parted and bloody teeths were revealed. Not teeths anyway. Fangs.
Kylian growled very loud. Christa's eyes almost popped out of her eyes as her heart raced uncontrollably.
Right under her watch, Kylian's eyes seemed to disappear and the socket turned void black. Black veins appeared on his face and spread down to his neck, chest, arms and down to his lower parts.
Christa was too shocked, she couldn't move a finger as she stared with wide eyes at Kylian.
Kylian roared as his beastly eyes flashed.
Then he raised his hands, claws were on his fingers in place of nails. With a speed Christa couldn't follow, Kylian appeared before her and the next second, two sharp fangs dug into her neck.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Her lungs gave way as she screamed out. Either it's from pain or fright, she knows not.
But she kept on screaming.
"Hey, hey. Christa. I'm here. I'm here." Her father's voice reached her as he hugged her tightly.
But she didn't stop screaming. Perhaps she thought that it's in her head and maybe she's still on that dreadful forest.
"Christa! Hey! I'm here, you're safe."
After hearing her father's voice again, and opening her tightly shut eyes to see her father trully standing before her, in her room, she calmed down and tears poured from her eyes profusely.
"You're okay. You're okay now." Dr Richardson cuddled her as she wept.
This is the fifth time this would happen. Ever since the incident of the hind legged creatures coming to her house and Kylian fighting to save her, she had been like this.
But her father had been so supportive to her and he kept her company. He had her checked up at his hospital but nothing was found.
Little did the old man know what's happening to her is something higher than human knowledge.
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In a house adjacent to Christa's house, John the Wolf gazed out of the window. His eyes were only on one building. Dr Richardson's building. Christa's house.
He could hear the screaming very loud.
He sighed and dropped his head as he turned back from the window.
A good number of men who were werewolves, had their eyes on him. They awaited his opinion.
This screaming isn't the first that comes from Christa's building lately. Even they, John and his pack, whose purpose was to protect Christa from harm, are getting confused at the absurd behavior of the lady.
All of the sudden, a werewolf rushed in.
"John." The werewolf called as he stopped before him.
"What is it, Mac?" John asked.
"Someone is here to see you," Mac said and stepped to a side to reveal the door.
The door opened and a figure trotted into the room. John frowned when he saw the person. The person's sapphire eyes flashed and his lips curled into a smile.
"Long time no see, John."
John clenched his fist so tight that his bones creaked as he said, with venom. "Hellsong?"
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