The Cursed Knights

It was nighttime. The moon shone brightly in the sky. I was walking on the pavement. At first, I thought I was alone, but after some time, I heard the sound of shoes. I raised my head and saw a woman walking in front of me. She was wearing a long skirt and shirt. She was walking very slowly. I kept walking behind her. Suddenly, I started feeling the blood pumping in her veins. I could smell blood from a distance. As I was walking behind her, suddenly a man appeared in front of me. I look at him.

Hey, do you have any problems?" He asked. I was only looking at him. He asks me angrily. How long have I been seeing you chasing this woman?"

I pushed him with my right hand. He goes and bangs against the wall. And I start walking towards the front. I do not see the woman in front of me. The man grabs my right hand, and I turn my face towards him. He is wearing sunglasses. I thought it was odd, but then I saw my reflection in the glasses. I bared my teeth and bit the man on the neck. I got scared. I suddenly opened my eyes, and I found myself at the bus station.

A man was standing in front of me. He was looking at me with surprise. "I was trying to wake you for fifteen minutes. You are a deep sleeper. I think you do not know that" the man said. I looked at him with a smile. I rose to my feet, grabbed my bag, and walked off the bus. I stand under the bus shelter. I take a deep breath and look around. Then I sat on the bench. I take out the journal from my bag. I started writing in the journal.

"Day 519, my craving for blood is getting intense. I struggled with blood lust. I even had a strange dream that I was drinking some guy's blood. I got so angry when he grabbed my hand. The blood started boiling in my veins." While I was writing, I saw a shadow in front of me.

Then a teenage boy came to me. He looks sixteen years old. A short and averagely built white-skinned teenage boy with knowing brown eyes, a large nose, narrow lips, and large ears. He has curly, dark blonde hair and a strange bruise on his right ear.

A nosy teenage boy is obsessed with rap music. He looks surprisingly calm. He either comes from a poor family or is a homeless kid. On Fridays, he likes to look for somewhere better to live.

"Sir, are you looking for a place to stay because I know a reasonable place where you can stay?" the young, teenage boy said. I look at him. "What did you want in exchange?" I asked. I raise my eyebrows and start staring at him. He looks down at the ground, then looks up at me. I just want you to feed me. "Okay. First, you take me to a restaurant, and then you take me to a place where I can stay as a tenant," I replied. He is pleased to hear that and takes my bag from my hand.

"My name is Darius Barnett. You can call me Darius," he said. I was quietly listening to him. I was not paying attention to him. I was thinking about the dream I had. It was not a dream. It was a nightmare. "So, Darius shakes me, holding my right hand. I am talking to you. We have reached our first destination." I looked at him and said nothing. After this, he went into the restaurant. It was a big restaurant.

To my surprise, it was two o'clock at night, but people were still eating food at the restaurant. I also follow Darius inside and sit at a table in the corner. Darius sat next to me. Meanwhile, a woman comes over to us with a notepad in her hand.

A tall and statuesque caramel-skinned woman with grey eyes, large lips, large ears, a rounded jaw, and puffy cheeks She has wavy, medium-brown hair layered with grape dye and wears clothes that are slightly too big.

Anne Hunt is a posh woman. Physically, she is built like an elegant lamp. Her biggest fear is getting bitten by a tiger. She is striving to redeem herself after committing fraud. She is the waiter at the restaurant.

I look at her. "Hmm. I would like to place my order. I mean, I would like to eat whatever you are serving tonight," I said. She said nothing. She gave Darius grumpy looks and spoke. Darius: " I want to talk to you. Darius gets to his feet and follows her to the counter. I was staring at them. They talk for a minute, and Darius comes over to me. I have spoken to the owner of the apartment. She is ready to rent her apartment.

He picks up my luggage. As soon as we were leaving the restaurant, I bumped into a girl at the door of the restaurant. Short and stocky with white skin, she has a threatening feel about her.

She has tired, narrow brown eyes, a square jaw, and neat eyebrows. She has long, fine, medium-blonde hair. She has long arms, a heavy torso with no chest muscle tone, large hands, and short legs. She often wears clean, plain clothes.

She looks at me. She has a picture in her hand. Sorry, I was thinking something; I did not see you. I said nothing. I was just staring at her. She started speaking again. "Have you seen her?" she asked while showing me a picture in her hand.

Sorry, I just arrived in town, which is why I cannot help you," I said. Hmmm... She looked down at the floor. Well, if you see her around town, just let me know. By the way, my name is Bella Norton. Her name is Andria," Bella said.

After this, she goes inside. I was just staring at her from the doorway. Darius coughs to get my attention. Then I looked at him.

Can we go?" Darius asked.

Then I said yes with an eye gesture.

Afterwards, we leave the restaurant and start walking towards the apartment. A few minutes later, we arrived at the apartment. Darius left me at the apartment and went to the restaurant. I close the door behind me. As I was looking around, I saw the bed, and I walked up to it and laid on it.

I felt the bed so soft that I did not know when I fell asleep. I was woken up by Darius. When I opened my eyes, it was already night. I get off the bed and go to the bathroom. I wash my face with water.

I gaze at my watch. It is 6 p.m. "Oh, I am getting late. I look at Darius. Do you know the direction of the local police station?" I asked while walking out of the apartment. Darius looks at me in astonishment. Darius stops me. "We should eat first before going to the police station," Darius said.

I yelled. No, I am getting late. I must reach the police station soon. You call a taxi. If the police station is near, we walk. I spoke. Darius runs up to me. "We don't need to call a taxi. I have a motorcycle. We go over that," he said. I take a deep breath. "So, what are you waiting for?" I spoke.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the police station. As we arrived at the police station, I saw some police officers who were ready to leave in two mobile cars. While I was standing there assessing the situation, one police officer came to me in a black suit. Ashwin Kay Scott is a detective who finds it hard to put himself in other people's shoes. He always wears dark glasses. He comes from a middle-class family. His purpose in life is to become mayor of the town.

He has wide, brown eyes; a bulbous nose; large ears; and well-groomed eyebrows. He has elbow-length, lank brown hair. He has strong legs and slanted shoulders.

"Harland," I was waiting for you. We have homicide on our hands. I am going to the crime scene, and I want you to come with me. Darius left, and I hopped in Ashwin's car and left for the crime scene.

When I arrived, one of the police officers took us to the crime scene. We walk after him. When we went to the crime scene, I saw a man lying on the ground. He has two punctured wounds on his neck. His eyes were wide open. As Ashwin turned the face of the man to my side, the ground came out from under my feet because it was the same man I had in my dream.

I was just trying to understand how it is possible that, at the same time, I saw someone standing in the bushes.

I was staring at the dead body. My brain was flooded with questions. I was scared. I was breaking a sweat. My hands started trembling. I did not do this. That was a dream. Nothing other than this. Ashwin calls me. But I do not look at him. I was lost in my own world. Ashwin picks up a stone from the ground and throws it towards me, which hits my chest.

I suddenly looked at Ashwin. I nodded my head. Do you need anything?" I asked.

Hmmm... well, no, but I want you to participate in the investigation. So, what do you think who killed him?" Ashwin asked. I look up to Ashwin. "What did you ask me?" I spoke. I am asking you because I have been told that you are an intelligent detective. Within a short span of time, you have made a name for yourself in this field. He said this to me with a smile. Afterward, Ashwin sits on the ground. He touches the victim's neck with his right hand. The victim has no scars or wounds on his neck except for these two puncture wounds. Ashwin starts talking again. "I am pretty impressed with your resume," he said while looking at me.

I was just looking at him. I had no answer to his questions. My cheeks were turning red with happiness because of his words.

Ashwin gets to his feet. " Why are you not saying anything, he said. I walked to the dead body. I crouched down on the ground and started checking the dead body's clothes. "I had nothing to say," I said while searching for the dead body's clothes. "You are a very humble person," Ashwin said.

I found a driving license and a folded piece of paper. Ashwin was standing, talking to another officer. I opened the folded piece of paper it was a picture of mine with a guy. I dropped it but suddenly put it in my pocket. Meanwhile, Ashwin came to me.

Do you hear that? Chief of police is coming" Ashwin said. Hmm... really, we could handle this on our own. What was the need to bother him? I said with a smile. Ashwin tapped on my shoulder. She is very punctual and takes every case very seriously" he said.

While we are conversing. A woman approached us. She is an old woman. Della Reynolds was 50 years old. She is not in a pleasant mood. Short and wide-bodied with brown skin, she has an intimidating feel about her.

She has small, gray eyes, a large nose, a lean face, and rosy cheeks. She has short, fine, black hair. She has a muscular neck and small hands. She often wears practical clothes that are mostly vividly colored and slightly too big. She is usually seen wearing a custom-made fedora. She also wears weird-shaped necklaces. She is respectful, humble, and badly mannered. She is hiding a terrible secret concerning her relative.

"She comes close to me. I have been waiting for you since morning. Tell me quickly what has been done here and who he is," she asked. Hmmm... I get to my feet. Umm... can I say something?" I asked. She looks at me. "I was talking to you," Della said. Ashwin burst into laughter. I look at him with an angry face, then I turn my face to Della.

Ask him. I saw him find something from the victim's clothes. I shook my head. Huh... yes, I did find something.

Della raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

So, I was saying that I found his driving license. His name is Rus Lee. He is a white male," I said. He is residing in Red Charles, 55 Road, West Spring. After hearing this, Della's facial expression changes. She crouched down and looked at Russ. Della closes his eyes. She stands up and turns her face toward us.

"It seems from his condition someone has sucked to his blood," Ashwin said. Della was silent. She did not show any emotion about it.

"He is one of us," Della said with a sad face. I look at her in astonishment. "What do you mean he is one of us?" I asked. She rubs her head with her right hand. " He is a detective. He is working on an undercover case. I talked to him last week. I cannot believe he is gone. Russ is good at his job. " Della replied. What will I say to Russ's wife and kids?"

So, what do we do?" Ashwin asked. Della was walking away and yelling. "Meet me at the police station."

Ashwin started talking to me again. But I was not giving a damn about him. Then I saw a person in a hoodie again. Suddenly I start to smell blood, and in the next minute, I start hearing drippings of blood on the ground. I started looking around and saw that the person in the hoodie was not there, but I was hearing his breath from a distance. After this, my eyes turn black, and I start struggling again with bloodlust.

Ashwin turned his face away. I ran behind the tree, trying to calm myself. I do not want him to see me like that. "I can do that. I can control my hunger. I was repeating these lines with my eyes closed. Meanwhile, someone tapped on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Ashwin in front of me. He was looking at me with surprise.

Are you okay?" Ashwin asked. I started walking toward the car. Yes, I am fine. I am a little tired. I ran to the car and hopped in it. He drove me to the police station. We did not talk much while going to the police station. I was thinking about the person whom I saw in the bushes. I was thinking that he intentionally hurt himself to lure me out. "He knows who I am," I said.

What?" Ashwin asked. I acted in such a way that I did not hear anything. We arrived at the police station. I walked in with Ashwin. Della was already standing in the lobby. She was looking at us.

I am assigning both of you to this case. I want you two to figure out what case he is working on. Also, I want you to find the camera that he had. He always carried the camera with him. Meanwhile, a woman walks over to us.

Cindy Marshall is a troubled woman who finds it hard, to tell the truth. She usually wears a white shirt. 4' 9" tall with tan skin, she has a pious feel about her. She has bulging, hazel eyes; very thin lips; small ears; and a long face. She has medium-length, curly, brown hair. She has small hands, small feet, wide shoulders, and weak arms.

"Cindy" shows them Russ's office, " Della said while proceeding upstairs. Cindy takes us to Russ's office. Cindy covered her hand with the cloth. I look at her. "What happened to your hand?" I asked. Cindy leaves without answering me. Ashwin tapped on my shoulder. She is like that. Do not mind her," he said.

I look at him. So, what do we do now?" I spoke. Ashwin sat on the chair. I do not know about you, but I am going home to my lovely wife. He said this while walking out of the room. After Ashwin left, I started looking at the file on the table. In the meantime, a police officer walks into the room.

Carson Smith is Athletically built with cream skin. He has deep-set, round, brown eyes; a wide face; and a small nose. He has short, luscious, black hair. He has average-sized feet, toned legs, a slender neck, narrow shoulders, and a lean torso with lightly defined chest muscles. He is particularly interested in listening to comedy podcasts.

"Umm... you are Harland," the police officer said. I look at him. Yes, how can I help you?" He looks at me with a smile. "Your ride is here," he said. I put the file on the table. Hmm... come again; I am not following you," I said. He gets frustrated. The teenage boy is outside. He is asking about you. He was saying that he was your ride.

"Oh, you are talking about Darius," I said while walking out of Russ's office. I walk outside the police station. I saw Darius standing in front of the police station with his bike. He looks at me with a smile on his face. I walked over to him. I was looking at him with surprise.

How do you know when my shift will end?" I asked. He looks at me and rubs the back of his head with his left hand. I am a psychic. "I know the future," Darius said.

After that, we arrived at my apartment complex. Darius went to park his motorbike, and I started walking upstairs. My apartment is on the second floor. As I reach the second floor, someone pushes me hard from the stairs and starts shooting at me. I caught myself falling from the stairs but could not save myself from the bullet, and I got shot.

I saw the opportunity and ran away. I almost took shelter under the bridge. I was groaning with pain. I was sitting under the bridge, leaning against the wall, and thinking, why was I feeling pain? Why I am not healing. Meanwhile, I heard Darius calling my name. He was wandering around and trying to find me. I was waiting for Darius to leave because I had to reach my apartment before I passed out.

I must go to my apartment before sunrise. I cannot get off this bridge as soon as the sun rises. I was groaning with pain. How can I forget that the sun is my first enemy? It will burn me to death. I unbuttoned my shirt to where I got shot in my chest. I was bleeding and not healing.

What the person shot me with." I keep asking myself this question. I was taking a deep breath.

I was sweating profusely. I felt warm in my body. Soon the sun will come up in the sky. I kept saying that, and I do not know when I passed out. I do not know what is happening to me. I kept sleeping and waking up, and I saw someone was taking me somewhere. He was wearing a long black robe, gloves in his hands, and a mask on his face and I passed out again. I have woken up again. My condition has not changed. I am still feeling the pain in my chest.

I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the chest. I tried to sit up but found my hands tied to the table. I look around. It looked like an old house or a basement. The cracks on the ceiling tell me that it is an abandoned place. I was feeling weak. In the meantime, I saw the person again in a long robe. He was making something because I saw the table where various kinds of liquid were there.

I take a deep breath. My name is Harland James Rhodes. I am a detective. If my partner knew that you abducted me, then you would be in big trouble," I said while groaning. I am warning you."

He did not answer me. I raise my head and begin to stare at the ceiling. I passed out in pain. I do not know how long I remained unconscious. I woke up and looked at him; he was still there. I started speaking to him again.

Who are you?" I asked. He did not flinch and kept doing what he was doing. I could not see clearly because he had his waist toward me. I called him, but he did not pay attention to me. I will die today. Last two years, I thought that no one could hurt me, but at this moment, I am feeling helpless. My eyes welled up with tears. A minute later, I passed out again. I woke up screaming. I do not know what is going on with me.

Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?" I asked with a breaking voice. I could not see the person's face. I was terrified. A while later, I opened my eyes again and saw some odd drawings on the ceiling. I looked around and saw a bowl with blood in it. I also saw a needle in my right arm, like he was draining my blood. This time, the person in the long robe was not around. I try to free myself, but I cannot.

So, I started shouting. I think that by doing this, maybe someone will hear my voice. I have been doing this for some time, but no one has turned up to help me. I then again passed out.

A few minutes later, I opened my eyes and found myself in a parking lot. As I was waiting for someone. There was a cool breeze. It is lightly drizzling. I was alone in the parking lot. I started walking in front. I left the parking lot and went to the right side. It was dark. Nothing was visible. I was walking alone.

So, I saw a woman standing on the footpath. She looks at me, waves her hand, and smiles. I cannot see his face properly because of the darkness. I also look at her with a smile. As I was looking at her, something extremely fast grabbed her. She just vanished in front of my eyes. I looked around and tried to find her, but I could not find her.

"This is a dream. This is not the reality," I said. Meanwhile, I woke up to the voice of a woman.

"Wake up, wake up, "Harland, you are getting late for school. I opened my eyes. This time, I woke up in the room. I got off the bed and gazed at the watch. I walked out of the room and proceeded downstairs. I enter the dining room from the left, where a woman is standing, making something on the stove. A little girl is sitting on the chair, eating food, and playing with a toy.

Harland," you got hungry. You sit down. I have made strawberry pancakes for you," the woman said. A minute later, she gave me a plate of pancakes. I took the plate of pancakes from her hand. I looked at her. It was the same woman I saw on the footpath. She was looking at me with a smile.

"Eat the food quickly because you are getting late for school," she said. Afterward, I started eating the pancakes. Suddenly, there will be silence in the room. I felt a bit strange, and I looked up at the chair in front of me, and I got stunned because the little boy disappeared. I rise to my feet and look to my right; the woman is also not there.

I suddenly ran out of the room and saw the woman sitting on the sofa, and the TV was on. She sat like a statue. She was not moving. I got scared. I went to her, and I called her, but she did not answer me. I then put my hand on her shoulder, and then she turned into ashes and flew away. I screamed and woke up again in the basement of the house, where the person in a long robe took me. My abductor was not there.

As soon as I wake up. I try to free myself from chains. I was screaming hysterically. "I will kill you. What are you doing to me?" I yelled.

I have been screaming for some time, but no one has come and helped me. "Just let me go," I said while sobbing. I am a vampire. I am stronger than everyone. When I was mumbling. The person in a long robe comes over to me and starts chanting something in an eerie voice.

Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed. I made some mistakes, but at that time I did not know how to control myself. I swear, as soon as I controlled my hunger, I did not hurt anyone. Please, you must believe me."

I was crying bitterly. There is someone who can help me. I am innocent; I was compelled. I did not have any other way. I screamed. "Are you listening to me?" After that, I found myself again in the room. I was lying on the bed. I saw a girl sitting in front of the dressing table.

She was exceptionally beautiful. She had long, thick hair. She had long eyelashes. He was wearing a red sleeping gown. She was applying lipstick to her lips. I get off the bed. I picked up my clothes from the ground and started dressing up. She was just staring at me from the dressing table mirror.

You know you are very pretty. I just do not want to see your beauty fade away. I always want to see you beautiful like this. I said this while walking up to her and standing behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder. She is wearing a necklace.

What you are wearing this. I held the necklace which was around her neck. In that chain, there was a heart. When I opened it, there were two pictures in it. One was on the right, and one was on the left. Who is she?" I asked.

She smiles. She is my sister," she said. Hmmm, she is not pretty like you. I want you to keep young. Then I bit her neck with bare teeth. She started screaming. I then forced her to drink my blood. She was horrified to see me. Afterwards, she started running out of the room, and I ran and blocked her way.

She was sobbing. "Let me go. Let me go!" she yelled. I then come close to her and snap her neck. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and found myself tied to the table.

He blindfolds my eyes. After this, someone was tearing up my chest. I started screaming.