The music is turned off. Jump to my feet and walk to the kitchen's back door. My aunt and uncle have packed two full black plastic bags; all I have to do now is deliver them to the appointed location. I carefully went out of the restaurant's vacant courtyard, picking up my two bags. The "Douglas Restaurant" sign's brilliant light seemed to colour the ground and behind me crimson. Another tranquil night, the summer breeze rustles the tree canopy, and the distant sound of traffic is barely audible. That is the culture in this town, all nights are usually pretty tranquil. If you want to go out or find amusement, the city is still your best bet.
Most people are at home, closed to rest, at nine o'clock. My feet were still strolling on the dry-leaf road, and there was no one around because the restaurant is at the far end of town, away from people's homes, and hence there is little traffic. When I went to the garbage dump, I always got a peculiar sense of insecurity. The worry was always in the chest, even when nothing happened. Is it because I'm addicted to the horror movies Zack and I watch?
That's for sure, who would turn up at that location at this hour?
The worry was always in the chest, even when nothing happened. Is it because I'm addicted to the horror movies Zack and I watch? That's for sure; who would turn up at that location at this hour? I was trying to calm myself when a terrible groan sounded from a distance, just at a street light near the garbage trucks:
"AAAAAA!!!!"
"What in the world is that?"
My limbs automatically tightened as the corners of my mouth quivered, and my panic drove me to speak aloud.
Should I pay a visit? Or should I flee...?
My throat was dry and heated, and a bizarre thought occurred to me.
Or how about this...? Just a tiny little bit, if something truly horrific occurs, I'll flee and contact the cops....
Even though I had a dangerous premonition, I couldn't help but accept that I was an idiot at times. I'm just interested... Yes! That's correct, the cat was murdered by its own curiosity!
Regardless of the intensity of my internal fight, my feet crept silently through the darkness. My fists clenched around the garbage bag's handle, making my palms sweat and forcing me to tighten the two heavy bags even more firmly, lest the two sides who were watching themselves find out about me.
I walked carefully, tiptoeing to the nearest bush to take in the scene. I quickly observed that the other guy's hair color looked extremely familiar, and the girl over there, although I can't see her face well, her wavy blonde hair and tight red dress are incredibly eye-catching, based on the insufficient light of the only street lamp. Strange, yet I feel like I know them.
The female suddenly battled hard and fled away from the other man, which perplexed me. Because I couldn't see anything, I had to prick up my ears to listen to the situation, so I rapidly retreated into the bushes, my pulse beating. The strange girl's harsh pleadings, coupled with desperate sobs, seemed to light a fire in my thoughts, burning it to the ground.
"It hurts... please forgive me... I promise I won't tell anyone about tonight. Please! Please, I don't want to die yet!!!"
What...?
Is there really going to be a murder?
Kill--- murder?
I bit my lip, trying to digest all the information. But after that sentence, the space suddenly fell silent.
Why is that? Are they gone?
I sneaked my head out from behind the bushes. Unfortunately, I had to pay the price for my insatiable curiosity quite quickly...
Grace?
Grace Gloucester, perhaps?
The sick white face of the hot girl with the haughty block catches my attention, pale from anguish and misery. The more terrifying aspect of the face is the white neck smeared with fresh blood... and the perpetrator who caused it is....
When I saw that silver-white hair shimmering in the moonlight, my shoulders tensed.
Eliot?
I had no trouble recognizing him. But it appears like I've unearthed a secret that I should never have known. I'm witnessing a situation for the first time via my eyes, and it's incredibly clear and true. As I watched Eliot's scarlet blood-stained lips plunge into Grace's long, delicate neck, goosebumps rushed over me, sending thrills down my spine. Blood flowed in long lines down the peach mounds, even spilling a few drips on the dark green plant floor, such was the sucking force. Eliot gripped Grace's waist with one arm, while the other held her head to the side to make sucking blood easier?
Damn! Did he really do that? Did he suck Grace's blood? Eliot is no ordinary person...? Is he... a monster?!
F*ck!
I swore in my head for an hour. Completely regretting my own stupid choice. Eliot was still clutching Grace's violently convulsing body. A few seconds later, he suddenly let go of her hand, letting her fall to the ground. Staring dumbfounded at Grace's motionless body, my face darkened. A terrifying thought crossed my mind:
Died...? Is he really dead?
Eliot casually raised his head, raised his head, raised his face to the moonlight, and muttered:
"The taste is bad. I thought it was delicious…"
I shrunk back to my original position just in time before Eliot turned his head in my direction.
I no longer want to be here. What if he discovered the uninvited visitor? Will I live to be sixteen with a bloody broken neck, or will I perish in this cold, stinking place? No... I have to get out of here... but how can I be reckless when that demonic creature is still standing here?
Squeezing the trash bag in my hand, at a time when I was mentally struggling, my left foot stepped on a broken branch.
Crack!
Damn it! An, it's An, you're a clumsy bastard!!!!
"Who's there ?"
Eliot's cold voice rang out in the creepy night's dark silence. My thoughts were twisted together as I tried to come up with a reasonable solution. I don't know what to do with the devil. I opened my mouth and whispered in a low voice.
"Meow...."
"..."
There was only a bored sigh in response to my words. Then there were footsteps toward the bushes where I was. I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and accepted my final outcome.
Silent.
I dared to poke my head out after a few minutes of not seeing any movement.
Is he still here or leaving?
On the ground, only the cold body of the beautiful Grace remained. She was still lying on the ground, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. Even though we were strangers from the same world, I felt pity for Grace at this moment. I think the first thing I should do after I get out of here is call the police and get Grace out of here.
Please wait, Grace! Just a little bit and I will definitely help you!
I stood up, turned around, and ran straight towards my family's restaurant, not daring to look back. My heart is still pounding so hard, but the moment I see the red Douglas restaurant sign, my eyes fill with hope. So I'll be able to leave safely now!
A tall silhouette appeared unexpectedly, blocking my path just as I was about to run into the restaurant yard.
Thump! Thrust!
Oh my goodness!
My spine was numb, my forehead was drenched in sweat, and my knees froze as panic erupted. Eliot turned around, his cheeky smile, which had always been charming and alluring during the day, but now seemed artificial and frightening. Despite my slightly "negative" reaction, he nevertheless said calmly, after having perpetrated the town's most heinous murder:
"Where do you think you're going? My dear Sean? What a coincidence? We've met again."
Here we go again…
"Hmm? Look at that reaction, I have a special guest, don't I? What a sweet surprise, Sean Douglas!"
His blue pupils were slightly curled, and he spoke with a trace of sarcasm that was typical of his way of speaking. His face was attractive, clean, and free of filthy blood. I immediately averted my gaze, fearing those terrifying eyes:
"What are you saying? I don't understand..."
Eliot crossed his arms over his chest.
"You've seen all of it? Right?"
"..."
My survival instincts rang the sirens continuously as I lay face down on the ground, my hands gripped with two garbage bags, conveying a signal to my brain that if I didn't act now, then... The vision of Grace's bleeding neck flashed through my mind, instinctively pushing my instincts to respond forcefully, to find a way out before death came too close to my neck. Eliot approached me after noticing my prolonged silence:
"This----"
"Take this, you mother f****!!!!"