119 Cold blooded- Part 2 (2/2)
The woman picked the newspaper in her hand, taking a closer look at the words that were written after the bold headline that had caught her sight- 'Search for Perone's youngest daughter not found. Was it an assassin that killed her?' Louise Perone placed it back at the stand and walked with her eight year old son. Getting back home, she locked the door and the windows. Louise Perone and her son lived in the borders of the small village that wasn't far from main city of Bonelake. It was human land which kept them safe from being by any of their family members. But it wasn't an entirely safe place to live for the vampires. During the initial days, Louise had found it extremely difficult to move around when it came to hunting for blood. She had never learnt to kill as it was never necessary before but after she had left the Perone house, it was all about survival. Survival for her and the child she had decided to bring up.
”In here should be fine,” she stated, taking off the cloth that had been covering her face.
”Yes, mother,” the boy answered, placing the caged rabbits in the corner which they had caught in the forest. The boy then looked outside the window to see boys around his age play outside the house, carefully trying to get past his mother, he unlocked the door to hear his mother speak to him,
”Where are you going, Nicky?”
”I-I...” his mother sighed, leaving whatever she was doing in the kitchen, she came to stand in front of her son while placing her hand over his head to ruffle it gently.
”I am sorry darling. I really am,” she spoke gently to him, ”I wish I could let you outside to play but you haven't learnt to hold your thirst yet and if any of them here found out about who we really are, things will not go well.”
”I am sorry, mother,” the boy looked down at his feet before looking up at his mother.
”Don't be,” she bent down to kiss his forehead, ”It isn't your fault. None of this is, why don't I make your favourite for dinner today?” she asked him to see him nod his head vigorously. Days were difficult for both of them but they got by it somehow. Hiding from people and keeping to them to themselves.
One evening, Nicholas just returned back to their little hut to find his mother on the ground with few men who surrounded her with metals in their hand. Blood dripped from her head as she laid there dead with her lifeless body.
”Mother!” he screamed to be pulled by another man.
He screamed and thrashed as two other men came to tie him up. As Nicholas was a young and a growing vampire, he hadn't learnt how to defend himself. When he opened his mouth, it was tied down by strings of wire so that he wouldn't bite anyone. The people who had killed his mother, for the sole reason of being a vampire were the humans of the same village he and his mother resided in. The men torn down her body, limb to limb and then piece to piece in front of the boy who they had tied down while letting him watch what they did to his mother.
The boy had been left in the house for five whole days all alone, in front of the his mother's shredded body with blood that had flowed to the corners of the small room to immerse the ground he sat on. The boy vomited and turned sick with his surroundings.
On the sixth day, wind had caught about a vampire being killed to the entire empire of Bonelake. The Perone's were quick to reach the place where their daughter and their grandson was.