I settled into my room and was going to turn the lights out but decided against it. I still wasn’t too comfortable in the dark after everything that had happened in the past few months. Though I hadn’t really heard anything from the Serafino clan since my isolation in the psychiatric ward – except for a few nightmares, I still hadn’t completely forgotten about them. I wasn’t feeling sleepy just yet, so I turned the TV on and just flipped channels. I wasn’t really in the mood for a Soap Opera and since I couldn’t find any movie I wanted to watch, I settled for the local news channel. The next thing I realized was my body jolting awake. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. It was my reason for waking up however, that had the blood in my veins running cold. There was someone in my room. I looked around frantically but didn’t see anyone. I could swear someone was there only moments ago. I felt them, even in my sleep. Now that I was awake, my room still had that rich, erotic and sensual smell of Jasmine – an indication that someone had indeed been there.
The news on TV caught my eye for a brief second and I was forced to look at the screen opposite my bed. It had breaking news splashed across it, with a picture of Rose – the former librarian – who was declared missing a few months ago. Her body had been found, dead. I couldn’t believe the cause of death.
’Blood loss due to injury from a single slash to the throat’.
It was exactly the same way Alex was murdered and I knew exactly who did it. The Serafino clan of vampires were back, and I had no idea if this was a message to me. I was going to step down from my bed when my hand hit an object beside me. I turned to see what it was and almost jumped out of my skin from shock. The Selena Ryder book from the library was right on my bed like someone had placed it there.
“I thought Detective Howard said it didn’t exist.”
I couldn’t believe it. What was even creepier was the fact that it was open. My blood boiled as I read lines from the page displayed in front of my eyes. It was a page I had read before, the one that detailed my mom’s death.
“Mom!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, dashing out of my room as fast as my legs could carry me.
“Please, no… please!” I begged whatever higher power was out there to make this like one of the other times when I was just being paranoid.
The blood stain in front of her white door only served to make my hope bleak and destroy my ability to breathe properly. I barged into her room, flinging the door open with all my might.
It was too late.
My biggest fear, my greatest horror was playing out right there in front of my eyes. The monster had his back to me, holding my mom’s limp body in his arms. He lifted his head which was buried in her neck, and turned to me, revealing his sharp teeth which were colored red from her blood.
I let out a blood-curdling scream as my body shuddered from horror and tears exploded out of my eyes. It made the monster smile. It was a menacing smile, one that showed his satisfaction with his actions. He dropped her body to the ground with a thud and sped past me with unnatural speed.
He was gone before I could blink and I hated the feeling of uselessness that washed over me at his departure.
I ran to the front door in a crazed chase, hoping to see something… anything that could help me identify the monster.
It was useless.
The only thing I met in front of the open door was a note which sent terror rippling through my entire being. I picked it up with shaky hands and read it. It was something I had seen before, only this time I knew for a fact that it was not a prank.
“Halloween’s the day you die!” The note read.
I dropped the piece of paper like a plague and ran into the kitchen. I almost yanked the phone off the wall as I tried to pick the receiver up. My eyes burned with hot tears as my fingers punched the numbers 9-1-1.