Chapter III
I woke on a couch in an unfamiliar house. "Ugh, where am I?" I asked, weakly. "You're awake!" A familiar item, a voice. The person walked over to me. "Allen?" I asked. There was a laugh. "I haven't heard that name in years! How'd you know it? It's me Alcide." "Alcide? But you must remember you can't forget your past." "Shut up, bitch. No one talks to me like that!" He yelled as he stabbed me in the stomach with a dagger. I soon passed out.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was in the same place as before. "Have you learned your lesson or am I going to teach you the hard way?" "I've learned." I replied. Learned what? He had pulled the dagger out while I was out. There was a towel covering my stomach. "Now, tell me nicely, about this Allen character."
"Well, its been a while since I've seen him last. I'll try my best to remember. Well, he had dark hair and green eyes, and was much like you." There was a pause. We sat there in a peculiar silence. "I know you're still there." "Shut up! That man is dead. As dead as dead ever was." He was highly upset. "When you can walk, leave this house. I don't ever want to see you again." He yelled, turning away.
It was a few minutes before I could walk again, but I didn't leave right away. Alcide had gone to his bedroom. I needed blood. And, obviously, he didn't have any. I went to the back of his house where he was. I found him sitting at a desk with his back to me. "I see you still haven't left. What do you want?" He said, standing up. There was a sword laying on his bed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Your stuff is in the mustang outside. I have no other business with you." He turned around to face me. I closed my eyes. Damn, I shouldn't have done this. I opened my eyes again and looked at him. I walked up to him, calmly, then punched him in the face as hard as I could. "I leave you now." I left him alone in his room. I found the keys to the mustang already in the ignition. I drove off, trying to find the interstate.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. He must have gone on base to get these… I didn't have any messages or voicemails, which is highly unusual. I continued driving for at least an hour before I reached Cincinnati. I stopped at a gas station and bought some trueblood after I got gas. It didn't have a full tank when I started driving… Maybe he wanted me to stop… I left the gas station and headed home.