Chapter 2 – Night Terror
I stared at the strange man standing in the vacant, stone street yards from where I was positioned. It was nighttime, and the full moon was obscured from a cloud that was in front of it. Even though it was dark outside, I could still see the man clearly. His body was trembling, and his olive skin was covered in dripping beads of sweat. He breathed in and out in raspy, heavy breaths, and his eyes were abnormal— not at all human, or vampire for that matter. They were pitch black and soulless. As I stared at this peculiar man, if he was a man at all, I was in a crouch position— ready for anything.
Or so I thought.
Soon he began calling out to me.
“Help me,” he breathed, his voice so full of pain that he barely made a noise. By the sound of this person’s accent I could hear that he was Italian.
“HELP ME!” He roared the words this time, his voice quivering just as much as his body was.