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She was shaking with so much fear. She was grabbed in an alley by two big men. She was already thinking the worst when a man grabbed both of them and started to break their bones. And he's not even as big as them. She was on her knees, shaking and crying while her heart beats triple time. She stopped crying. She might even stopped breathing. What the hell?! And as what normal people do, she shouted. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!" she screamed. He was ten meters away from her. But she suddenly shut her mouth when he was suddenly inches away from her. She swallowed, hard. His eyes were crimson, like blood. And she noticed the color red at some ends of his hair. "Shut your mouth," he commanded. His stare can kill. And his voice sends tingling sensation of fear over her body. And then, he suddenly popped his eyes wide open, it was almost comical. He jumped away from her. It's almost as if she scared the hell out of him same as how she's feeling scared because of him. "No way," he murmured. But she can't think straight. She started to look around her, hoping there would be anyone who can help her. Because her saviour is not really there for saving. Maybe he'll also kill her. Suddenly, two shadows came out of nowhere. And her brain cells are not processing anymore. Shock, dread and amazement, all in one. "P-p-please. I have a brother. I-I'm begging you," she started crying. All worst fears sinking in again. She was begging between silent sobbed. She can't stand. She can't find a strength to stand. Maybe she can crawl to get out of the alley. She can do that if they will let her. She started pushing herself away using her feet. Mavis. I need to go home for Mavis. She prayed silently. She stopped moving when she saw a shadow of a man coming towards her. She can't see his face because of too much darkness. "Don't be afraid. I'll help you go home," the guy assured her. It was not the guy who saved her. His voice was way friendly. She stopped moving. And then the man picked her up and carry her outside the alley. He has the same crimson eyes and flickers of red and the end of his hair strands. She started crying. And as much as she wanted to put her will so she can't sleep, she knew that she's losing her consciousness. Flare? Flare? Flare, are you alright? She heard her brother called her and that's what brought her back to consciousness. "Mavis?" she called. She knew it was him. But she loves calling his name. The sun was up. He was sitting beside her bed and then the memories of last night started to crawl all over her body. She suddenly grabbed his brother to her arms and hugged him tight. "My school bus is waiting me, Flare. You came home late. I just want to check out on you," he informed her. She just nodded, trying to suppress her tears. "I'm fine. Go on your way, buddy. I don't want you late," she assured him. And he's gone. He's twelve. And she's the one whose sending him to school. They were orphans. Her father died because of an accident. She was twelve. Her mother was pregnant with Mavis. Later last year when her mother passed away because of lung cancer. She's a terrible smoker. What's left with them is the house, the educational plan for Mavis and the responsibility of taking care of her brother. She heard the door closed as he left. And she was alone again. She was out last night. And a guy with unusual eyes killed two men. And it wasn't nice. But he didn't kill me. There were shadows. Was that a dream? She tried to stand up and that answered her question. There were bruises all over her body as she stared at herself in the mirror. It was not a dream. She sat back on the side of her bed as she rethink the whole thing. She closed her eyes. All she's imagining was the man's crimson eyes. "Shut your mouth." His voice is baritone. Very manly and firm and it commands authority. The way he killed those men. She rubbed her palms through her face. Who are they? What are they? She was about to go to the bathroom when she saw a piece of paper lying on top of her bedside table. She's feeling her heart beats faster than ever. She took it. There's nothing written on it aside from a cellphone number. What the hell? Is he trying to tell me to call him? Or is he giving me a choice if I wanted to call him or no? Is he telling me to call him if I need him? Or if I wanted to know who the hell he is? This makes no sense! She went to the bathroom. She was staring at her reflection. Scared green eyes. Black hair. Fair skin. "Ignore it, Flare. Just think that it was a nightmare you are trying to forget. Act like nothing happened. If you call that guy, you are only going to involve yourself more than you already are. Just be thankful that you're alive," she talked to herself in front of the mirror. She slipped the paper in between pages of her planner. And she tried to go to her daily routine. She's lucky enough to find a home-based job. She's a writer and a blogger. She also maintains an online shop as one of the administrator. Three jobs can pay what they needed. Car loan, insurances, utilities and food. While surfing the internet, she unconsciously typed in - crimson eyes. She was sent to a band she didn't know. And then there's this one blog that looked so old. It was added in year 2005. She closed the page because she can't get anything in there aside from vampires and stuff. She took the piece of paper out of her notebook and stared at it for a good five minutes. Are they supernatural? Never in my whole life I would imagine to encouter something unnatural as those men. You better not call them, Flare. You better not. Your curiousity will kill you! But while she's scolding herself, she started to dial the number. "You're late," the voice from other line sounded playful. She was about to say hello when she heard him first. Her heart was beating so fast. It didn't took a second ring before the guy picked up, as if he's expecting her to call. "Who are you?" she asked. Relax, Flare. He's not here. He can't harm you. "My name is Blake," he answered. It's as if they were old friends having morning conversation. Maybe he's doing it to ease the tension. Or to make this conversation more comfortable. "You are?" he asked. I swallowed. There were silence. "I don't think you need to know," she answered, almost whispering. "You want to know about us but you don't want us to know you?" he asked. "I just need a closure. I don't need to know you. Just, I called to tell you not to bother me anymore. I won't tell what I saw. I won't. I promise," she's trying to not sound hopeless. To not beg. But that's all she can do. "If you are just someone else, I won't even let you remember us," he stated. His voice turned from being playful to being serious. "I won't talk. I swear. Just, leave me alone. Please. Please," she begged. "I will pick you later today. Please be ready." And the line was cut-off. What in the world is happening? Should I call the police? I need to write a letter.