Chapter 2 The strange encounter

Chapter 2

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His hard grunts echoes loudly in the depth of the woods. He struggled; struggled effortlessly to get himself out of the trap that had trapped him and pinned his tail to its sharp point.

He looked at the farmer, his tormentor, giving him a mockery look as he tightened the trap more, making him feel more excruciating pain. It was what the farmer expected but he felt nothing, at least not in his beast state. The sharp chains cut deep into his beastly flesh.

As much as he wanted to help himself and devour this human whose blood wouldn't stop salivating him, he couldn't. He had vowed not to kill anyone else after the previous one.

If only this human would understand and simply release him. If he helped himself by using his powers, he would no doubt be unable to resist this human blood. But if he is released, he could still fight the urge since it was still at a satiable stage.

He groaned, his throat dry and thirsty as the stench hit him again. he grunted, fighting the urge while continuously struggling to free himself without applying a lot of force.

If only this damn farmer will understand, release him and save himself.

The urge grew powerful, accompanying it's ferociousness with a deep stab of hunger and severe want.

"H..elp me" he grunted to the man, thick red lines ran as veins on his hairy neck.. His hunger leveling higher.

"Hah!" The farmer mocked.. walking closer to him.

*No! No don't do that. Please don't. Don't come any closer!*

His insides pleaded since he couldn't voice out anymore word without charging forward to the tasty meal in front of him. The man kept walking toward him, few steps away, he stopped. Then took another step and another..

*I can't help you if you keep doing this! Stop coming closer you goddamned human!!*

His insides yelled to the farmer but he foolishly took yet another step. Making the beast helpless and intensifying his urge rapidly.. To rapid to fight off anymore.

Now he was only an inch close to him.

"I already called the cops, they'll be here any second from now to get you and guess what.. I'll be awarded greatly and there'll be so much fame with it. I'll be a hero while you will be taken away to be killed so releasing you is not happening!" He mocked him, pulling his head closer to his face. His breathing came out as heavy grunts as all his urge explodes..

"R..ru..run" he tried to warn him for the last time.. His strength failing him as he talked.

"Wh--

He didn't complete his statement before the beast tore himself loose for the trap and dashed toward him, at once he grabbed his head, bit deep into his neck and suck hungrily at his blood. He sucked, sucked and sucked until part of his urge got satisfied, he felt his strength renewing and he pulled away from the lifeless human.. On his knees, he cried out;

"NO!!" In sadness, anger and regret.

Yet, he couldn't help himself, he carries this body but it isn't his. He was owned by something more stronger, more powerful.

The next minute, he was back to the body, gulping hungrily at his blood, sucking it like his whole life depended on it. When was the last time he had taken a fresh blood like this one?

Tears crawled out of his eyes, feeling helpless, satisfied and sad at the same time but he kept gulping the blood.. After this, he would find a safer place next.

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...Kayla's POV...

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Mr Dennis walked out of the class after giving us an exercise that was to be submitted in his next period. Students trooped out of class to the passageway.

I manage to look up and I saw Billy, Shane and Zachary; Andrew's closest friends and goons. They were glaring at me and walking towards my seat.

I stood up immediately, grabbed my books and tried to walk out when a palm shoved me roughly back to my seat. With a heavy breath, I pulled my glasses back onto my eyes and shifted away from them, squeezing myself to the corner of my chair.

"Are you going to report us too?" Shane asked, sitting on my desk and facing me but I kept my head down.

"What? Cat got your lousy tongue now?" He asked again and I gulped down nothing.

"Isn't she that detective daughter.. The one that got transferred here from Seattle?" Zach asked.

"Yeah. The old pussy in charge of the beast case is her mother. For your mom to be given such a task, she must be one really competent woman and I think a little part of it rubbed off on you since you were brave enough to tell on Andrew, so why are you suddenly hiding it?" Billy chipped in.

"Competent?" Shane repeated with a scoff and accompanied it with a laugh of mockery too. "Don't worry, her failure would be the funniest thing you'll ever witness. Since she became in charge of the case, the crises got even worst and I'm very sure, she'll be the next one to go pretty soon" he mocked.

"No, She won't!" I obliged, my head still faced downwards.

"Whoa! I finally got her to talk" Shane said. Obviously, in Andrew's absence he's the substitute.

He grabbed me up by my shirt's collar and made me look at his face, I felt the hurt on my neck.

He wore a smirk, a deadly one and when I looked up, the entire class had their eyes on us. He pushed me carelessly to the wall and I hit my back on it, landing to the floor on my butt. I pick up my glasses that had fallen off and quickly pull it on. Since I can't help myself, I should at least be forewarned of whatever was coming next.

As he marched toward me, one of his friends held him back and whispered something to his ear. He nodded, gave me a hateful glare and walked out of the class.

I sighed out in relief as he passed me, his friends followed solidly behind. I stood up and slapped the dust off my butt. Returning to my seat, I wince suddenly as I made to sit. I quickly checked the hand that hurt and I found a small cut on my wrist. It must have happened when I fell but right now I can't risk going to the school nurse.

What if I get accustomed by those bullies?

I took out a handkerchief from my pant pocket and wiped the blood that stayed at the top of the wound, I tied it around my wrist.

After the next two periods; lunch break was next and I stayed on my seat as usual, waiting until almost half of the class were out. I stood up and walked out, taking my books along. I reach my locker and dump my books in it. I grabbed my apple, the bottled water and a history book. I took the stairs to the hallway and instead of going to the cafeteria, I used the bench and read while eating the apple..

After the fruit-meal, I went to the school nurse and got my cut cleaned up and properly treated before heading back to class for the next period.

During closing hours, I used the bus home.

Getting home, I checked the driveway and mom's car wasn't parked there.

I knew at once that she isn't home.

I walk to the porch, grab the house key and insert it into the keyhole.

Walking into the house and leaving my backpack on the chair, I noticed a bit of change in the house. My gaze moved to a note on the coffee table, I stretch and took it..

**Hi honey. I'm sorry, I have to leave again, something really big came up at work but I'll be back before the day ends. It's a promise and I won't fail you this time. I made you lunch before leaving, I miss you a lot. Much love, Mom**

I finish reading the note and I left it on the couch before grabbing my backpack and standing up, heading to my room.

Leaving my bag on my bed, I took off my skirt that was already dirty from all the falls I encountered in school. It's a good thing Shane and the others didn't give me anymore trouble before school ended. Though I didn't know why but I was relieved all the same. I would've been way more mushed up than this.

I pulled into a sweatpant and wore my flip flops after taking my shoes off.

I dish some food for myself in the kitchen and ate it at the dinning, watching a TV programme.

After the meal, I washed the dishes and sat on the couch, focusing on the educational program being displayed on TV.

If only Tracy was here with me, it'd be more fun around here than now.

It's been a while since I last paid her a visit at the cemetery. I checked the time, it was few minutes past five. I rush to the garden and pluck out a rose flower. Grabbing the keys to my bike, I locked the house door and hop onto my bike, leaving the flower at the front basket. Inserting the key into the ignition, I started the bike and drive off to the cemetery, into the woods where my sister remains was dug into.

I parked outside and took out the key, I alight from the bike and grab the rose flower before walking into the woods to where the cemetery was located.

Amidst the other two graves of people that had been killed by the beast, I sight Tracy's, isolated at a far end. It might sounds crazy but this cemetery was made only for the people whose death was caused by the beast, it's a sort of culture in this town since the beast attack and only I knew that Tracy's grave shouldn't be among these two.

I walked over to her stone and first placed the rose flower on the sand before running my hand on the smoothness of the carved stone. I smiled sadly as sad memories flocked into my head..

She would still be with me if only she had listened to me. If only she had stayed when I told her to.

I shut my eyes, trying to push back the memories of her tragic death. My eyes flung open immediately when I heard a groan close by. I looked around for a presence but I found none. I was all alone in the woods. I'm pretty sure that I heard something and I was fully assured when the groan came again; This time very close by and it didn't stop.

I trailed the sound and it led me behind Tracy's grave. My brows cocked when I sight a guy sitting on the ground with his back resting on the gravestone, his groans continued.

"Hello?" I said and his eyes dart to me immediately, something flashed through it for a second and wiped off. His iris exceptionally blue.

He stood up, his expression blank but his gaze not leaving me..

"What were you doing over there?" I asked but he said nothing. My gaze roamed him and a loud gasp escaped from my lips when I saw holes in his body, small bullet holes with blood gushing out of them.. I looked back at his face but his expression was still blank and with no sign of pain.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared back at his body, I counted the bullet holes and they were seven.. Including one in his chest and and another in his lung area but he's still here. Standing like nothing is wrong.

"Were you shot?" I asked, to be sure if they were really bullet holes even though they looked exactly like it.

"Arrgh!" He suddenly yelped in pain like he was just starting to feel the pains of the injuries.. His gaze shot up at me quizically.

"Wait.. You didn't notice or what?" I asked, freaking out. But he yelped again, more ferociously this time before collapsing to the floor, I quickly rushed to him.

"Hey! Look at me!.. I will call for help, okay? Just don't stop looking at me" I assured him even though I very much knew that he wouldn't survive it.. I mean which sane person can survive seven bullets in their body and for this long?? Definitely not a guy that looked nothing more than twenty.

Nevertheless, I reached for my phone in my back pocket and turned it on. He groaned again and I squat beside him, still dialing the emergency line.

"Blood!" He gasped so loudly that it affected my ears, he stared at his palm filled with blood in an unexpected awed expression on his face. I gave him a look and almost immediately he gave me a cold and surprised glance.

"Why am I bleeding!?" He asked and I frowned at him.

What the heck..

Why won't he bleed?

He groaned again "Why do I feel p-pain" he stuttered at the pain. My grimace deepened

Hello? you got shot seven times, were you expecting to feel good or see tomato juice?? I answered inwardly and his gaze shot up at me, as if he heard my thoughts.

"I think the question should be how and why you got shot seven times" I said, hearing the emergency line ring..

"W-who are you?" He growled at me.. "What are you doing to me!? Arrgh!" He groaned in pain again and started to fall, I quickly reached out to help him and as I touched him I felt the extreme coldness of his body, just like ice.. His eyes closed after I held him but the shock look on his face didn't leave. I checked his pulse and felt nothing. Not even a single heartbeat.

The phone kept ringing without a response.

I took it off my ear and tried to turn it on but it was dead, I had a flat battery. My brows furrowed even more and I placed the phone on my ear again;

It was ringing!

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