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I couldn't breath. Nerves scraped against my spine. The rustling sounds dissipate before Faint footsteps gently come along.
Naomi held tighter into my hand. Her hands were cold. Icy, from fear, I suppose. I wasn't ready to see anything strange. I was trembling. Come out already!

That was how I saw him. Thompson. Gray hair streaked with white. He had strange set of eyes, they were... Black, surrounded with crimson, thick coloring at the edge of his pupils. He had the eyes of a vampire. No wonder Naomi didn't want to talk about it. He wore a white but dirty-buttoned shirt with sleeping pants.

He was writing, his hands were callused, like he had been writing every moment of his life. He had a strange aura surrounding him. The walls were chipped off, I wonder if he's planning to fix them. His bed was plain white and old, with a drawer at the side of it and a window side, revealing the night stars.
Then there was the wooden, polished set of table and a chair he sat on right now. Doesn't this guy get hungry at all?

I turned to face Naomi who had her pretty eyes trained on Thompson. Her gaze flickers to mine, her mouth pinched nervously. She silently taps her right eye a few times with her index finger before she wiggles it as a lacking sign. Is he blind?

"Blind?" I mouth my guess. She pitifully nods. How does he write then? Questions attack my absent mind as I process the information I was given.

Naomi gestures to the drawer beside the bed.

"Spelled" a thick voice blurts out. I swallow my saliva. Thompson slowly stands up, revealing his hunched back before he weakly walks to the drawer.

What is he doing?

He sits on his knees while facing the drawer. The creaking sound of it being pulled out scratches our ears hard. For a moment I felt bad for him. He lives such a secluded life and place, with a crammed up clothe and back, how is he still living?

"What do you want?" He turns his gaze to me. I couldn't breath. My vision was getting blurry and smudged up, Wasn't he blind? Another mess, and this time I made with my own will. Naomi lets go of my hand; please don't, nao.

"I...I just..."

"Go away!" He runs out of breath.

"Here to pester me?" He snaps, his vampire eyes turn anomaly bright in red, shining through the dark.

Seconds later he throws a notebook in my face. It was a black notebook with a blurry name tag on it. What is this?

"I know who you are! The catalyst of that spell!" He shouts. "The most laborious job I had to do was because of you people!" He was so analogous to a guy turning into a vampire at a old age.

"Alissa, run!" Naomi pulls me to the stairs.

Her icy hands grip tighter into mine as we race downstairs. What was going on? I press the notebook closer to my chest. I was not sure if that old guy has a copy of it, and I don't wanna know either.
Our footsteps bang against the hard wooden stairs as we pass each floor hurriedly. Please don't follow us Thompson. Is Naomi crying?

She stops when we reach the main floor. Neon light spreads on our faces. Her intense breathing relaxes after a few minutes of jogging.

"Nao..." I look at her profile before She lifts her head at me.

"That was close, wasn't it?" She stretches a smile.

"We have to go, Thompson won't let anyone who enters his territory off" she continues, "Especially you... don't come around this house for at least a week" she shakes her head worriedly.

We scramble to the streets.

"But Nao, What was going on up there?" I ask. I couldn't keep it in myself, Thompson was abnormal.

"Curiosity killed the cat" She grins.

"Why are you scared of him?' I blurt out. She stops in her tracks. "I'm not scared, Alissa, I'm just scared the past repeats itself again" she remembers something. She shakes her head before she continues to walk.

"Can I trust you to keep that notebook?" She gestures to it. "If you didn't trust me, Nao, you wouldn't have been walking with me right now" I sarcastically state.

Something hit me.

I screamed but my lungs wouldn't let me. violently glaring down at my legs, glass shards surrounded it. blood spattered in them like a ink. It stung like a bitch more by the minute. Somebody, please help me.

"Alissa!" Naomi exclaims. I carelessly fall on the ground before my eyes meet a pair of  bright red ones for the second time tonight.

Thompson wanted me dead.

Blood poured out so quickly I thought I'd die any minute. Naomi held fast into me, helping me with my legs.

"Fuck you!" I hear a shout. I couldn't register who's voice it was anymore. Everything was shaded with black whilst getting darker and darker.