ㅡ bloodsucker. 「 dreamnotfound, gream 」

「 08 」

[ a/n ]
ー based on the recent comments before i uploaded this chapter, i think no one really got the clue, so here y'all i'm giving it away. 😗

「 吸血鬼。」

the death anniversary of my parents.

it was that day when mom told me to go play to the neighbor's child, clay. he wasn't really our next door neighbor, he lives a few houses away from ours and he is in the vicinity of the neighborhood.

that was when i went to play with clay, and when i was going home, i saw our house burning.

it was really a devastating thing, considering a was a child that time. i was about 7-8 years old? can't really remember. i would've been traumatized for life, but my grandparents helped me, and there in their town was where i met darryl. darryl contributed so much on the days, months, and years that i was recovering.

looking back at it now, i didn't leave a proper goodbye to clay. he would've been crying all the time the moment i left that place forever.

i wonder where he is now.

oh yeah.

the people who investigated our case said that it was an accidental fire case, but now that i'm a grown up, concluding all the facts didn't really add up.

mom is a very exceptional cook, and it wouldn'tve been a fire from cooking. she is also very careful when it comes to electricity, and never lets me leave the tv with the cable still on the outlet, nor leave a phone charging unattended. dad was just reading newspaper at the living room, and would've attended to any minor fire incidents quickly.

it was a fucking easy case, but why would they leave it at that? one reason is more plausible than how they claimed it was an accident:

vampires killed my parents.

i really think it was a plausible reason. especially that our blood is very rare, courtesy to dream. waitー how the fuck did he know? did that fucking son of a bitch tasted my blood while i was knocked out?

oh maybe the smell. i think it was the same case when i tripped and got injured while running away, and out of nowhere a vampire tackled me down.

the smell...

「 3rd person pov。」

then that one thought made george collect all pieces.

MY MOM HAD AN INJURY!! THAT WAS WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE AND SHE WAS HANDING ME A COAT BUT SHE TRIPPED!!

w-wait...

was it... my fault then...

that they died?

「 meanwhile, same time on the other side of the story。」

his friend already went home ages ago after he calmed down. they cancelled the hang out and rescheduled to another time. it was his free time then, and the man was entering a mental institute. he took a deep sigh as he saw the building before entering. he informed the nurse at the reception before entering into a room on the other side of the asylum. a thick protected glass separated them, and a phone from the man's side connected to the other side of the room and vice versa.

on the other side of the room, his parents were there, silent. there hands and feet are tied, like they were some villains or something. but aren't they really?

he took the phone and spoke. "hi mom, dad. how are you?"

"this is your son clay. although i don't prefer people calling me that anymore, i go by the name dream." he explained as if they could hear him. "it's been a while, huh?"