Special Blood: Slyther's

This hunger bothers me

"Tumben Papa's coming home fast?" I said as soon as I saw my father sitting on the sofa. Papa smiles.

"Papa's business in the office is all done" he said with pride.

I didn't answer, I went straight to my room. Up in the room I threw my bag on the floor and jumped straight on the bed, rolling around– feeling all the weight on my shoulders had gone.

I sighed while looking at the ceiling. Suddenly my stomach was hungry. I remembered the bread I had bought in the cafeteria that had been given to Faki, but I forgot to give it.

I immediately took my bag lying on the floor, opened it, then I took the remaining four packs of bread.

"I'm sorry, Faki," I muttered. Without lingering I directly devoured the four loaves of bread. But strangely my stomach was still hungry. "It's not enough!" say

Then I went to the kitchen with the plastic package. Arriving at the kitchen I threw away the bread before opening the serving hood. As soon as I opened it, I smiled. There is a lot of food that has been served.

I picked up the plate and filled it with lots of food. I ate so voraciously that I finished three dishes at once.

My mother who accidentally passed by and saw me eating, could only shake her head. "You hungry, La?" ask my mother with a small laugh.

I just nodded in response. I continued eating, and this was already the fourth plate. Mama could only look at me in wonder before going to take care of other necessities.

After I finished the fourth plate, I decided to stop eating, even though my stomach was not full at all. Holy hooch! what's wrong with me? Why is my stomach still hungry when I have eaten so much? Is it because I am going through puberty? No, I don't think so.

"Ah, come on," I clucked. I decided to take a shower before going to the room to sleep. My body feels so fresh after the shower. I wear a plain black shirt with shorts. This is the most comfortable dress I think.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed. My room was so quiet, it felt like I was living in this house. I closed my eyes before I fell asleep.

...***...

Damnit damnit! I woke up in the middle of the night. My face was filled with cold sweat and my stomach felt very hungry, like I had not eaten for a whole day.

I got up straight from the bed. The atmosphere at midnight really makes my hair bristling. I can hear the clockwork clearly, I can also hear the sound of my breath so clearly, like I'm getting super hearing.

I decided to get out of my room– with a limp body– headed to the kitchen. I'm looking for food, whatever it is!

I found the chicken behind the hood. When did my mom cook this meal? why do you cook so much?

I'm shaking. I don't care anymore, this hunger torments me so much. I immediately finished off all the chicken pieces, I ate them very greedily. After all the chickens on the table ran out, then my hunger disappeared.

I messed up, my fingers were straws with the chicken seasoning, it smelled so stinging. I also feel guilty for having finished that chicken. I want to slap myself, make me feel sorry— even though it sounds weird. But I realized my hands were dirty. I don't want to aggravate myself.

I immediately cleaned my hands and also my mouth which was in the bathroom. Then I went back to the kitchen. This time I was not hungry, but thirsty. I picked up a big bottle of drink that was inside the refrigerator. I drank it— discharged in a few seconds.

I was surprised by myself, I had never experienced anything like this before. Am I sick, right? When I was pensive, suddenly the door of the house was knocked from the outside.

I jerked. Who would come to visit at midnight like this? I glanced at the wall clock that already showed twelve o'clock. I feel scared.

Let it be, I'll ignore it and then go to the room, acting like nothing happened. However, when you want to step, the door of the house is again knocked three times.

For the second time I was shocked. The silence in the middle of the night made the knock sound very clear, like it was next to my ear.

Geck! poke! poke!

"Do I have to wake up my mom, okay?" I'm shaking. "No! Mama's resting, I don't want to bother her."

The door is back on tap. This time I ventured. I took a deep breath before walking towards the door. I walk by slowly— tiptoe— do not want to sound any sound.

Then .. when I got to the door, I said. "Who is that?"

"It's Papa," replied a voice from across the door.

I let out a sigh of relief. I thought it was a thief or a psychopath looking for prey. Without thinking, I opened the door.

"Why is Papa coming home at this hour?" I said as soon as the door opened.

... My eyes were wide open, because in front of the house there was no one. The atmosphere in the courtyard was so silent in the swallow by the darkness of the night. I gulped before looking to the right and to the left, looking for Papa.

"Pa, don't joke, please. It's not funny." I kept circulating my eyes, looking for where my Papa was. I didn't dare to go out, it felt like someone was waiting for me.

Suddenly the wind blew, carrying the dust of the streets and it hit me, piercing into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes to remove the dust. My eyes were wide again, and I blinked. The feathers of kudukku bristles.

I'm not lying– I saw someone far in front of my yard standing under a tree. His posture is like an adult, even though only his silhouette is visible. The figure stared at me, I could not see the face of that figure. The atmosphere was dark, making it look even more terrifying. I stared at that figure fixedly, who was just speechless.

My heart is beating fast. That figure changed, no, I mean his eyes. His eyes were lit up, a deep red color. I closed the door, locked it, scared.

I immediately ran to the top floor into the room, and upon arrival in the room I immediately jumped on the bed. I covered my whole body with a blanket and then closed my eyes.

I still remember that figure. Although not clearly visible, but I feel a bad feeling with it.

"W-w-don't .. was that a ghost?" I said with a trembling voice. I swallowed spit. Sleep with me, go to sleep! Please..

Geck!

I was strangled, as someone knocked on my window loudly. My heart was roaring back, I didn't dare get out of the blanket.

Geck! poke! poke!

Three times my bedroom window was knocked. Couldn't someone have done it? My room is upstairs! how come?

I was half-dead of fear, sweat pouring down my temples.

Kriiittt..

Someone opened the room door and it stepped closer towards me.

"... Kyla ...." The soft voice sounded. I screamed loudly.

"Go!!" myrag.

...***...

"It's night why scream!' my mother said angry.

While I was still holding my ear, because I got a jewel from my mom. "Sick tau, Ma," I said slowly.

"Somehow you screamed in the middle of the night!"

I'm bowed. I knew I was wrong, but because of the situation, it scared me to death. I turned towards the window, frowning. It turned out that the one who was knocking on the window was a tree branch, hit by a gust of wind made it hit the glass window of my room.

I thought the knocking was the figure I saw in the front yard.

"Why are you making noise in the kitchen? I heard it from the room ... Good thing your father didn't wake up."

Wait ... if Papa is sleeping in the room, then ... who was that person?

"Didn't you hear what Mama said!"

I woke up from the daydream. "... Uh. that, Ma. Killa was hungry, so Killa went down to the kitchen to eat. The chicken meat on the table was already spent. Em. sorry, Ma."

Mama sighed. "Mama guess what. But, well, that chicken is Mama ready for you. Last afternoon Mama and Papa bought it, the intention was to eat together for later tonight, but ,uh, you even slept. So Mama left it to Killa." Mama smiled warmly.

"Yes, you sleep there again. Don't be noisy at night like this, later the people around you wake up. Mama wants to go to bed first." After that, Mom walked out of the room. When she arrived at the door, Mama looked back at me. "If you want to sleep, don't forget to close the window curtain" he said, then get out.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thankfully," I said. I turned around to stare at the window that was still half covered by the curtain.

I could see, the branches of the tree that were beside the house, running up to the window. I approached the window to close the curtain, but before that, I looked out the window. Hmm, nothing looks, everything is dark.

After that I jumped on the bed, pulled the blanket up to my chest, and started to close my eyes.

"Sleep .. You are the best .. take care of yourself until you are perfect. Then ... I will come to you ...."

My eyes opened again, my whole body goosebumps. I heard clearly someone whispering in my ear, a hoarse voice.

I sat down to stare around the room. The room lights are still on, so I can see clearly. But in my room there was no one but me.

Suddenly the owl clutched from outside the house. All my life, only now do I hear owls clutching around the house. As I was panicking, I suddenly heard a scream from downstairs.

The voice I know so well— the screams of my Mom. I quickly got out of bed and ran downstairs.

Up downstairs in the kitchen, I saw my mother lying on the ground with her hands covered in blood.