Celia's Blood Life

I swallowed, how does he know my name. My mind was going 120 km/H and nothing sensible was coming out. Maybe it’s from my classmates to make fun of me. No that can’t be they don’t know where I live and how I go there. I didn’t know the man either. Maybe it is one of their friends. Well that friend then had deafeningly a better taste. “STOP” I quickly look around me if I shouted that out loud. I see some people looking strangely at me. I groan, of course I had yelled out loud like people don’t think you are weird enough already. I quickly made my way to my apartment building and to my flat and slam the door behind me resting my head against it. “Finally safe” I dropped my bag and make my way to the bathroom. First a quick shower and dinner and then my books! I smile to myself and try to do it as quickly as I can. The hot water running down my body make me feel a bit better until my mind decides to wonder back to the tunnel. “I know what you want and I can give it to you, what does that mean?” I don’t even know what I want myself. The water start getting colder and I have to get out before it turns icy. I dry myself off and put on my nice thick and fluffy robe and slipping my feet in nice warm slippers that my mom got me for my birthday, they were specially made to fit my malformed fand and I really loved them. I walked into my kitchen and looked into my refrigerator. “Pizza, Pizza or Pizza.” Luckily I do not get fat that easily, like anyone cares about my body. I take one of the Pizza’s out and put it in my oven. I pore myself some juice and get my bag out of the hallway. I let myself fall on the couch and get my new book out of my bag. I quicget get back to where I was. Half an hour later I jump up startled when I hear the oven. I walk to the kitchen and smell the aroma of the pizza that I have every night. I take the pizza out and sit on one of the high chairs and look out of the window while I eat my Pizza. It is starting to get darker and darker outside. “Maybe I should take a look, then I will at least know if it was a joke”. Why not I think and put on my black long coat and step outside. The air has gone cold and it is already quiet. I see the small puffs of breath coming from my mouth while I wait for the elevator to take me down. I get the card from my pocket and look at it again while I’m going down. Once outside I set of in the direction of the market. It isn’t totally dark yet but the sun has gone already. Somehow I do hope I am not to late and try to walk quicker. It’s only a few streets away and I know I will be there in no time. I notice that the streets are awfully quiet and wonder where everyone is, normally there would have been people out at this time. It isn’t even 8:30 yet. The square, where the market is during the day, is just around the last corner. I stop at the corner and sneak a peak around it. There isn’t anything. One of the streetlamps at the other side has died and anther one near me is stuttering in a rhythm, like there is some sort of beat I can’t hear. They are probably waiting in one of the alleys that all end on the square. I could take a look if I could get to the dead streetlamp since it’s more in the middle. I will have to run a small part when the fluttering one is out. I take a deep breath and take of running when it’s dark. I just make it on time and hold on to the dead lamp, winching because of the pain in my foot. “This isn’t a good idea,” I think out loud. “Oh no you are wrong it is worth it”. I almost fall over when I hear the sudden voice. “Who is there?” I try to sound confident but failing miserably. The man in dark clothes from earlier in the tunnel gets closer. He extends his hand and I grab it for support. “Come” he says ”I will take you there now”. “Take me where?” I ask while my voice still gives me away. “To my Master, he has been watching you for a while” He takes my arm and tries to get me moving. “How can I trust you that you won’t do anything to me”. My voice finally starting to sound normal again. “Master would kill me if I bring you bacoileoiled” he grins at me making me feel more scared again. I slowly follow him while we walk across the square toward one of the tall old houses. He knocks loudly on the door before he opens it himself with an old rusty key. “Don’t be scared you will love Master”. Somehow that doesn’t make me feel much better but the death grip he has on my upper arm, his nails or starting to cut my flesh. “Owww” I yell at him “let me go you are hurting me”. He quickly releases me but gives me a shove towards the stairs. I slowly start to make my way up. “Hurry up stupid, we don’t want to keep Master waiting”. He tries to push me up the stairs. “I can’t go any faster or my foot hurts”. He grabs my waist and carries me the last few steps. He points at a door at the end of a hallway “That’s his room, you should go alone”. He sits down at the beginning of the stairs and there is no way of escape. I slowly start to make my way to the door, feeling the soft thick carpet beneath me bounce with every step. It looks very expensive and I take a look around me. I see some tall portraits that look very old.