(Noisy long breaths..)
Sebastian gasps, his face flushes to red with agony. Who knew a vampire as pale as him could afford rosy red cheeks.
He reaches out to his neck desperately trying to remove the object that was suffocating him. To his surprise, there are none. He breathes harder and swallower, heavy gushes of wind driven forcibly in and out from his mouth, feeling like being hauled over by plastic bag. All in vain.
The room starts spinning round and round like a whirlpool, once again. The objects in the room including the bed, the table and the chair join him. The pages in the notebook he stacked sometime ago, flies in close, missing his forehead by an inch. It separates and releases hundreds of images of black crows flying like an angry flock freed from a cage, crowing relentlessly around him.
Meanwhile, Young Raven’s voice resonates in the hall, repeating ‘my mother is evil’ like a mind controlled puppet, in the background.
One by one, big screens of Raven’s memory appears infront of Sebastian. Scenes of his conversations with his father plays like an old cassettes of movies. Similar scenes follow,thousands, countless, floating..
Sudden stop with a strong jerk on his body. Nauseaus. Weak.
Sebastian now finds himself standing on a black pitched empty road.
He lays out his hand to feel the gentle drizzles of rain on his palms . The drops hits his skin before they pass through invisibly on it. Feeling amused how he could still perceive the cold drops on his transparent hands, Sebastian chuckles in irony.
Then, mustering all the little energy he could afford, he takes a step forward, grunting at spasmodic pain, his hamstrings and gastrocnemius muscles were enjoying inflicting on him.
‘Could this get any worse? Talk about badly choreographed movie..’ he mumbles, straining again for another effort to pull himself out of the road.
‘Raven…’. A voice calls.
Sebastian knew this voice. He holds his marching step with only his front heel touching the ground and turns. The mere sound alone made the depths of his soul feel at ease and jump with excitement.
Wearing a frilly frock stood Laira with an umbrella, a few feet away from him. Excat copy that she was now, although a lot fairer.
‘Something about that red…’ Sebastian remarks, pausing to stare at laira for a while.
‘oh yes..It pairs perfectly with her pink cheeks..’he monologues in admiral. His joy flashing visibly in his wide grin.
However, as Sebastian continues to fix his looks in adoration at laira, the vibrant red of her umbrella changes its image to satin red scarf in his pupils. It floats on air above her head , gradually replacing its reflection on his blue lens with bright blood red flare .
Pupils now contracted, yet still maintaining their crimson blaze , Sebastian’s gaze follows laira walking across the road, to the pavement then coming to a halt.
He stands stiff for a while, barely breathing himself, aroused by the heightened senses he was suddenly experiencing..like a kick to his system. A kick of ‘primal instinct’.
He twitches his ears now attentive to the sound, like a hound on a trail and listens carefully to the lure of inhaling and exhaling of laira’s breath, (Thump..thump..thump..)her heartbeat and (Swish.. Swish..Swish….) the soft rumbling of flowing blood in her system….all that he could perceive, crystal clear like never before.
Giving in to euphoric trance he was now in, Sebastian lets out a pleasant moan escape his breath. ‘Hush…..’ . The surge of power was a bliss to feel.
‘Go..!!’ He opens his eyes and tenses his muscles, clenching his teeth to make a sprint.
‘Ah..’ . A painful prick and he snaps.
Blood had now started dripping from corner of Sebastian’s lips into his white shirt. His fangs had ejected themselves to a pointy hypodermic needles from his canine sockets, piercing it.
Running his fingers across it hastily, Sebastian stares at horror seeing them stained with blood. He then widens his jaw exposing his fangs , slowely retracting them back to his canines. Once back to their sockets, he runs his tongue across his lips, sealing his wound as he does so, tasting the saltiness in his blood. Then confused, he locks his eyes at laira’s face, who had now come to a stop infront of a familiar figure he knew.