Trapped: By her blood (Book 1) - Complete

~Thomas~ All hallows eve. Superstitious people, in general, are creepy, but on Halloween, it seems they become extra creepy. As a bartender, I get to watch them from outside their little boxes of who they make themselves out to be. Mostly how they get drunk and completely forget their superstitions and their ambitions. They dress up in clothes reflecting characters they think themselves to be, but inside they are the complete opposite. Their drunken state, proving it when they start rambling about how inadequate they feel about their lives or how she isn’t the shy girl like everyone thinks. Or he isn't the star athlete with the straight "A's" in class. I was going to go to a big city university and become a famous lawyer or doctor, but instead, I chose the special forces, then my mother died of cancer and my father died of a broken heart. I couldn’t leave the dog alone. Ah hell... who am I kidding, I had a love-hate relationship with this small town. Our town square is literally a square. The town hall on the one side, shops on both sides of it, and the court across from the town hall. This is the main target every Halloween. They say people used to be hung there before the court was built in the nineteen hundred’s... so all the looneys want their piece of the ghosts. Our mayor has tried everything to keep them out, but every year they find their way in, and the next morning, the court building is spray-painted, toilet papered, and all sorts of interesting decorations you can think of covered the walls. The houses are all situated in a small suburb just outside of town and others live on farms. My parents lived on our farm. The town doctor would order my mom’s medication and treated her at home, because typical mom, she refused to go to the city hospital for treatment. Three am. and I call “last round”. I know uncle John wouldn’t mind my keeping the bar open an extra three hours, making some more money. The sheriff wouldn’t be complaining either, he is sitting in the corner, drunk as a skunk, and passed out. Everyone else complains about “last round”, but there aren’t many of them left standing to fight me and I chase them out, walked the sheriff out to his car I put him inside to sleep it off, taking his keys with me. Locking up the place, I turn around and look at what is left behind, after the big celebration. Thomas “Wow, what a bunch of hill-billies!” I say out loud, shaking my head, and cross the square to walk home. This is the night that is going to change my life forever if only I had known, would I have closed so early? Or would I have waited until morning? Walking down the road into the suburbs, I get this creepy feeling that something or someone is watching me from the woods on the other side of the road. Thinking that I have finally gone mad and let the loony’s illness affect me. I get attacked by an animal, huge enough for it to go right for my veins in my neck. This was it; this is how I was going to die. They are going to find my remains scattered all over the woods. My life flashed before my eyes... what f*cking life! Thomas “Ahhhhhhh” Screaming my lungs out, he lets go. I grab my neck and feel the blood running. I look around to see where the thing is that is going to eat me alive, but nothing. Getting up, holding onto my bleeding neck, keeping my eyes out for any movement, my ears listening intently for any sounds. Do I move or shouldn’t I? What if I do and he attacks again? Well dammit, I can’t stand here all night! I’m going to bleed to death! I start slowly walking to Doc Smith’s house, which is also our makeshift hospital, checking behind me to see if the creature is following me, but nothing. I breathe a sigh of relief when Doc opens the door and grabs hold of me, rushing me into his exam room. I lose consciousness the second I lay down.