《From The Blood》


 CHAPTER 1

    It was a rainy night. The steady hum of the car''s engine echoed through the dense forest asGeorgeand hiswife, Nora, sped down the winding road. Towering teak trees loomed on either side, their shadowy forms both beautiful and haunting.


    The rain lashed against the windshield, making the already horrifying path feel like a narrow escape. Something about the night felt heavier than the storm itself.


    George''s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white as his legs trembled slightly on the pedals. His only goal was to reach the hospital in town as fast as possible


    On the back seat, Nora lay curled up, her cries of pain echoing through the roar of the storm. Her swollen belly heaved with every laboured breath. She was nine months pregnant, but there were still days left before the doctor''s estimated due date. The sudden, searing pain had come without warning, and now it consumed her.


    The urgency in her voice broke through George''s spiraling thoughts.


    "George... please, hurry..."


    He clenched his fist, pushing the accelerator harder, the wipers struggling to keep the windshield clear. In that moment, the forest seemed endless, and the road ahead felt like a fragile thread holding their lives together.


    He kept glancing at Nora, who lay on the back seat, struggling in pain. Each of her cries pierced his heart like endless needless, making him silently curse his decision to move to this remote village for the sake of his research.


    Still had half an hour to go to the hospital, but for a moment he felt that things were getting out of hand. His mind was racing that something unexpected was about to happen.


    Every time the car hit a pothole, Nora''s scream of pain pierced the air, Increasing George''s anxiety. Each jolt seemed to stretch the time between them and the hospital, and with every passing second, his fear grew.


    As they drove further, George suddenly saw someone standing in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes hard, but the car hit the figure slightly, sending it tumbling to the side of the road


    George suddenly stopped the car. He had forgotten to take a breath for a moment. It was such a sudden incident. He quickly got out of the car, after closing his eyes for a moment he regained his composure. When George got out of the car and approached the figure, his heart raced. The person was lying motionless on the side of the road, and George couldn''t tell if they were injured or unconscious.


    "What''s up, George? Has something happened?"


    Nora asked in a low, strained voice, her pain was clear in her tone.


    "Don''t come out, Nora. I will see to it,"


    George said firmly, stopping her from trying to open the door. His heart raced as fear began to rise in his mind.


    When he looked again at the place where the figure had lain, it was empty. A chill ran down George''s spine, but he quickly pushed it aside, hiding his growing fear. He walked back to the driver''s seat, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.


    George froze, his hand still on the car door. The hot breath on his neck sent a wave of terror through him. His heart raced, and every instinct screamed at him to turn around, but his body refused to move.


    Suddenly, he turned around and saw a tall figure wearing a black shirt and pants, staring at him. George stepped back, knocking on the car door. The man appeared to be around 40 years old. George''s gaze first went to his red, mysterious eyes, which were locked onto him.


    He suddenly remembered, "Didn''t he get hit by the car earlier?".


    "I''m sorry, I didn''t brake in time. Please, get in the car, we''re heading to the hospital anyway."


    George said this without thinking, his nervousness taking over. He didn''t even stop to consider how the man had ended up alone in the middle of this dark, rain-soaked road at such an hour.


    But the man remained motionless, standing still in front of George, his expression unreadable.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    George felt something was off about the man''s gaze. A cold fear crept over him, sweat starting to form on his forehead and neck. In a panic, he quickly opened the car door to get inside. But before he could, the man grabbed George''s hand and throw him aside with surprising strength.


    George stumbled backward and fell hard, his head striking a sharp stone at the side of the road. "Ah, mother..." The pain was immediate and intense, and before he could stop himself, he called out in distress.


    He opened his eyes with great effort, his vision blurred. Blood dripped from his forehead, staining the ground beneath him. As he lifted his gaze, he saw the man standing still, staring at him. His eyes were locked on the blood dripping from his forehead, like a wolf eyeing its prey.


    George felt as though he might faint from fear. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.


    Nora, who had been watching the scene from the car, felt her throat dry up. Without realizing it, a word escaped her lips. The pain in her stomach intensified once again, and a loud moan slipped from her mouth.


    George struggled to push himself up from the ground, the pain and weakness making it almost impossible to stand. When he managed to look up again, the spot where the man had been was now empty.


    Nora slowly opened the car door and approached George with trembling steps. Both of them were shaking with pain and fear. She pressed her face against his chest and broke down in tears.


    "No... Nora, quickly get in the car. It''s dangerous here. I don''t know what''s happening, but every moment we stay here is a risk,"


    George said, pushing her gently away from his chest before using all his strength to walk towards the car.


    "George, I... I''m very afraid. Our baby..."


    Nora stuttered, her voice trembling.


    "Don''t worry, Nora. Believe me, nothing will happen to our baby,"


    George said, trying his best to ease her fear.


    Suddenly, someone grabbed Nora by her hair, yanking her backward until she fell hard onto the road. George was frozen, unable to react in time.


    "Aah... aahhh!" Nora''s screams pierced through the silence of the forest. Her body began to lose its strength, her cries growing weaker.


    George, frantic, dropped to the ground and pulled Nora into his lap. He slapped her face repeatedly, desperate to bring her back, but there was no response. Panic surged through him. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed a nearby wooden stick and swung it forcefully at the man in front of him.


    The wood shattered on impact, but the man didn''t flinch. He stood there, his grin widening, unshaken by the blow.


    The man''s attitude shifted suddenly. His eyes grew even redder, the color almost unnatural. From his mouth, two sharp fangs protruded, like dark, jagged straws. He smiled at George, a twisted grin that sent a shiver down his spine.


    The sound of his muscles tightening echoed through the silence of the forest, a deep, unsettling noise that seemed to vibrate in George''s bones. Every instinct screamed at him to run, but his body was frozen, gripped by an overwhelming fear.


    George''s limbs trembled uncontrollably, and he could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back as his fear consumed him.


    George was jolted back to reality by Nora''s muffled voice, her unconscious form lying on the ground. He struggled to regain his composure, summoning whatever strength he had left. With a desperate cry, he reached out to strike the man again, but the figure grabbed his wrist with an iron grip and twisted it painfully.


    Sharp nails dug into George''s neck, the pressure making him gasp in agony. The scent of his blood, mingling with his screams, only seemed to fuel the man further. His eyes flashed with red, black, and white an unsettling mix that sent a chill deep into George''s bones.


    The man''s twisted grin grew wider as he tightened his hold, savouring every moment of George''s suffering,slowly the struggles became less and less.


    After tossing George aside like a ragdoll, the man turned toward Nora. His bloody hands reached out and gently cradled her head, placing it on his lap as he smiled down at her. His touch was slow, almost affectionate, but there was something deeply wrong about it. As Nora regained consciousness, her eyes fluttered open, disoriented.


    "Plea...Please don''t...do anything...our baby...my George...please spare our lives,"


    Nora begged, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.


    Her words, however, seemed to only fuel the man''s twisted desire. A dark gleam passed through his eyes as he slowly stood up, his grin widening. Without warning, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her roughly, dragging her along the road. The sound of her cries echoed in the night, but the man seemed to take pleasure in every desperate struggle she made.


    Nora writhed in agony, her body trembling as she cried out in pain. Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as if every cry was pulling her closer to the edge of death. The man, however, seemed to draw strength from her suffering, his body filling with an unnatural energy.


    He roughly pushed her against the back of the car, forcing her to sit. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he leaned in, his face burying itself into the crook of her neck. Slowly, his sharp teeth sank into her flesh, the sensation of it sending a cold shiver down her spine as the blood began to flow.


    Her voice faltered, and no sound escaped her lips. She felt life slowly draining from her body, the pain fading into a numbness she couldn''t escape. With trembling hands, she pressed them against her swollen belly, silently praying for her baby, her final wish.


    Her gaze shifted towards George, lying motionless on the side of the road. She could barely make out his figure in her blurred vision, but her heart ached knowing that he was too far to help her.


    As the last breath escaped her, her body grew still, the light leaving her eyes.


    At the same time, the man saw a truck approaching. As the headlights from the vehicle cut through the darkness and flashed into his eyes, he immediately released his grip on Nora and quickly darted into the forest, vanishing into the shadows.


    (Continues....)

 CHAPTER 2

    The truck driver saw George''s car in the middle of the road and stopped the truck.


    In the passenger seat of the truck, a middle aged man was sleeping soundly , completely unaware of what was happening around him.


    seeing the scene ahead , the truck driver Michael gritted his teeth and started shaking the sleeping man.


    "Hey Chacko, you lazy bastard¡­! Get up¡­.something''s happened¡­. "


    But Chacko showed no reaction at all, he mumbled something incoherent, curled up like a shrimp , and hugged his legs and slept more comfortably.


    The strong smell of alcohol filled the truck cabin.


    Michael covered his nose and quickly got out of the truck, blaming himself for making Chacko his helper.


    He and Chacko had grown up together. Their family situations were similar both struggling with poverty. Because of their circumstances, they had dropped out of school and started working at a young age. Over the years, they had taken on various jobs together and even tried their hand at small businesses, but nothing ever succeeded.


    Chacko had a drinking problem. Most of his earnings went straight to fueling his habit. Michael had tried countless times to get him to stop, but it was useless.


    As they grew older and got married, they had to provide for their own families. Michael became more serious about work, realizing he needed stability. This led to a major fight between the two, and they eventually parted ways.


    Chacko found work here and there, but his drinking always dragged him into trouble.


    Last month, Michael landed a contract with a furniture company to transport raw materials from the villages to the town. When he learned about Chacko''s worsening situation, he decided to give him another chance and hired him as a helper.


    Michael analyzed the surroundings. His intuition constantly reminded him that something wasn''t right. He exhaled a long breath, made up his mind, and started walking toward the car. Suddenly, his heartbeat quickened, and he felt as if some unknown force was preventing him from getting closer. He struggled to breathe, and his mind seemed to go blank.


    When he got closer to the car, the truck''s headlights couldn''t fully illuminate the other side due to the car''s shade, making it difficult for him to see clearly. However, the strong smell of blood reached his nostrils, sending a chill down his spine. A cold wind swept through him, and his scalp went numb. He had never faced such a situation in his entire life. Without thinking any further, he decided to turn back.


    But just as he was about to leave, a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder. Michael shivered all over, his breath became unsteady, and sweat formed on his forehead. Fear peaked, and he thought he was unconscious.


    "What happened, Mikey... Why are you standing here motionless...? Why didn''t you close the door? Because of the cold, my sleep got interrupted."


    A yawn followed, and Chacko''s voice came from behind, slight irritation in his tone because his sleep had been interrupted.


    The familiar voice snapped Michael back to reality, but his anger surged. Without saying a word, he grabbed Chacko''s collar.


    "You... bastard, I''ll kill you..."


    "Hey, hey¡­ don''t¡­ What are you doing? Mikey, it''s me."


    Chacko, still half drunk, had no idea what was going on and thought Michael had lost his mind. As Michael''s grip tightened, Chacko started to choke. Michael immediately loosened his hold.


    Chacko, now feeling something was off, realized that Michael was acting strangely. He''d always known him to be calm and composed.


    He looked around and quickly pieced together the situation. A car accident.


    "Mikey... come on, fast. It''s an accident! If we stay here and someone sees us, it''ll be a huge problem. Even if we didn''t cause it, explaining this will be hard."


    Chacko tried to push Michael into action, urging him to leave the scene.


    But Michael stood still, lost in thought, his mind were conflicting with emotions. He couldn''t move, paralyzed by everything racing through his head.


    "I know you''re a fool, but I didn''t know your situation was this bad. Are you blind? Look with your big eyes this isn''t a car accident. There''s not a scratch on the car!"


    Michael roared, the emotions he''d kept bottled up suddenly spilling out. He couldn''t understand why he was acting so strangely, but the flood of anger and confusion overwhelmed him.


    Chacko also realized the situation and because of embarrassment he give a silly smile , but Michael didn''t mind that. He had come to his senses , he wasn''t alone anymore and made up his mind to check on the situation. Without saying another word, he walked towards the truck, grabbed a flashlight, and headed toward the car. Chacko had no choice but to follow.


    Michael carefully inspected the area with the flashlight, Chacko following behind him. Suddenly, Michael''s foot hit something soft, and his mind went blank. For a second, he stood frozen, unsure of what he had just touched.


    Flashlight flickered in the darkness, and as it shone down, his blood ran cold. Nora''s body lay sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her. Her hair, tangled and disheveled, obscured most of her face, but the swollen belly beneath her torn clothes told the horrifying story of her pregnancy.


    The air was thick with a suffocating silence, and Michael could barely breathe. He stumbled backward, his heart hammering in his chest. His hand trembled as he grabbed the flashlight, shining it once more on the scene. The blood¡­ the pregnancy¡­ it all felt like a nightmare.


    "Mi¡­ Mikey¡­wha..what''s¡­ what''s happening here? This¡­ this¡­"


    Chacko''s voice cracked, his words coming out in stutters. His face paled, the drunkenness vanishing in an instant.


    They stood there, motionless, as the reality of the situation crashed down on them. Both of their bodies shook uncontrollably, drenched in sweat, unable to process what they had just discovered.


    "Let''s go¡­ it''s beyond our reach, Mikey¡­ please, let''s go¡­"Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Chacko''s words were desperate, he grabbed Michael''s arm, pulling him back, and his eyes begged for escape.


    Michael, still frozen, felt Chacko''s grip tighten. The fear that had paralyzed him began to slowly fade and was replaced by something else, a force rising from deep within, urging him to do something. His thoughts were like a tug of war inside him , one side screamed to run, to leave this place, but the other, quieter voice pushed him toward action, toward confronting whatever had happened here.


    The battle inside his mind intensified , but the force urging him forward grew stronger. The fear began to disappear, like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness. Slowly, his body relaxed, the tension in his muscles fading as he stood up straighter. It was as if the energy that had drained from him now surged back, steadying his mind and body.


    Without another word, Michael took a step forward. His heart still pounded in his chest, but the overwhelming need to act drowned out the fear.


    "Mikey... please¡­" Chacko begged, his voice trembling, but Michael didn''t respond. It was as if some invisible force was guiding his every move. With the flashlight in his hand, Michael scanned the area, his gaze fixating on something in the distance.


    Chacko followed Michael''s eyes, and his stomach dropped. George''s lifeless body lay crumpled at the side of the road, a gruesome sight that sent a wave of cold fear through him. His body, once filled with frantic energy, now felt weightless, like he was floating, his legs no longer carrying him.


    "What are you doing there? Come on, help me! We need to get them to the hospital immediately!"


    Michael roared, his eyes locked in a firm gaze, as if he had already made up his mind. He try to lift Nora''s body very cautiously.


    But Chacko remained frozen, his body trembling. The only thought that raced through his mind was to escape, to flee from this nightmare as quickly as possible. The fear was all consuming, drowning out , and every instinct in him screamed to run.


    "Mikey, please listen to me!" Chacko''s voice cracked with panic.


    "This isn''t going to end peacefully. We''ll be in big trouble! Look at the situation , this looks like a planned attack. We can''t take responsibility for this. Our families... everything will be in chaos. Just leave it here. It''s their fate. We can''t do anything. They might already be dead... So what''s the point in going to the hospital?"


    Chacko pleaded, his words rushed, his mind racing with fear, but Michael remained unmoved. His expression was firm, his gaze fixed on the ground. He paused, and when he looked down, his eyes met Nora''s face.


    "This¡­ this face¡­" Michael whispered, his voice faltering as the weight of the moment settled in.


    Chacko looked down at Nora''s face, and his own expression mirrored Michael''s , a mix of shock and recognition.


    "It''s her¡­ yes¡­ it''s her, the girl from the couple we saw in the guesthouse near the forest¡­"


    His voice was loud with panic, the reality of their discovery crashing over him


    Chacko''s mind flashed back to that evening, just a few days ago. He and Michael had arrived at the site to collect materials, and it had already been a rough day. The location was so rural that there were no shops around, and they couldn''t find food for miles. By the time they went out to buy something, it was already too late, and they were left with no choice but to wait until the next day.


    Exhausted and hungry, they had run into Nora and George at the guesthouse, which was just a short distance from the worksite. Without hesitation, Nora and George had invited them to share dinner. They were kind, offering more than just food ,they offered hospitality. Nora even mentioned that they could eat there again in the coming days. Michael and Chacko had declined, not wanting to take advantage , but Nora insisted, giving them plenty of ingredients and snacks to take with them.


    Chacko''s mind lingered on the kindness they had shown, and the images of their faces, George''s warm smile, Nora''s generous spirit haunted him now, adding to the horror of the situation.


    They were the age of their children, and Michael''s and Chacko''s hearts ached for them. Nora and George didn''t display the inferiority that often comes with wealth and poverty , they treated them like family.


    Without saying a word, Chacko stepped forward and gently lifted the other side of Nora''s body. They were both careful, their eyes heavy with sorrow. Despite their many life experiences, shaped by family situations that demanded stoicism, they both broke this time. The turmoil was evident in their eyes as they focused on getting Nora to safety. The growing anxiety about the unborn child inside her made their hearts race.


    After carefully placing Nora inside the truck, they moved to George''s side. The scene was even more horrifying than Nora''s. He lay in a pool of blood, his neck savagely torn, and parts of his skin were exposed. The horror of the sight made their scalps tingle with dread.


    They quickly lifted George and placed him beside Nora in the truck. Without a moment to spare, Michael slammed the door and sped off, the engine roaring as they tore down the road.


    In the darkness, three figures observed their every move. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation, like predators waiting for the right moment to strike. Then, a fourth figure emerged from behind them, holding something that caused panic to flicker across their faces. In the blink of an eye, the four figures vanished into the shadows.


    Inside the truck, Michael''s focus was solely on getting them to the nearest hospital. The road was unfamiliar, and every turn felt uncertain. He knew the risks of not reaching help soon, but the thought of calling the police was futile. Phones weren''t widely available in these rural areas, and mobile phones were little more than a dream for ordinary people like them. They would need to reach the town before they could even think about alerting the authorities. The weight of the situation pressed harder on him with every passing second.


    After passing the forest road, the truck sped up, and within ten minutes, they reached the town area.


    "We''ve reached the town, Mikey. Now we need to report to the nearest police station about the situation, or else if we go straight to the hospital, we''ll be in trouble," Chacko reminded Michael.


    Michael understood the risks, but his mind kept pushing him forward. The urgency to act, an unknown force compelling him, kept screaming for him to speed up.


    "First, we need to get to the hospital as soon as possible. After that, we can inform the police. Lives are more important," Michael said, his voice tight with worry.


    "But¡­ Mikey¡­ what if.."


    Before Chacko could finish his sentence, Michael slammed on the brakes. Chacko looked at him in confusion, but his gaze followed Michael''s. There, parked near the road, was a police van, and beside it, an ambulance with its lights flashing. Four police officers stood nearby, accompanied by two hospital personnel.


    Both Michael and Chacko froze in panic. They had no idea how to explain the situation, their hearts racing and sweat forming on their foreheads. Their faces had gone ghostly pale.


    The inspector stepped forward toward the truck. Michael and Chacko, still anxious, struggled to form an explanation, their minds racing.


    "Hey! What are you all standing around for? Come quickly and get them to the hospital!" the inspector shouted.


    He was a man in his forties, and his authoritative voice jolted everyone into action. The onlookers snapped out of their shock, rushing to the truck. Under Michael and Chacko''s stunned gaze, they lifted Nora and George into an ambulance and sped away.


    Michael and Chacko stood frozen, completely bewildered by what had just happened. Before they could make sense of it, the inspector stepped in front of them and snapped his fingers. They flinched, snapping back to reality, only for another wave of panic to rise in their chests.


    But to their surprise, the inspector''s next words left them even more stunned.


    "Well done! You two have done a great job. People like you are what this country needs. Don''t worry you won''t have any trouble. Just follow me to the hospital, and we can discuss everything in detail there."


    Before they could say a word, the inspector turned around and walked toward the police van.


    Michael and Chacko exchanged uneasy glances. Confusion clouded their minds. How did the police know about the incident? How did they know they would take this route? And how were they so sure that Michael and Chacko were innocent ,that they had nothing to do with what happened to Nora and George?


    A deep sense of unease settled over them.


    "Paaa paaaaa ppaaaa!"


    The blaring horn from the police van jolted them back to reality. The impatient look from the inspector made it clear , there was no other option. They had to follow.


    Uncertain of what awaited them, Michael and Chacko climbed back into the truck, their hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.


    With the police van leading the way and the truck trailing behind, they sped toward the hospital.


    In the front seat of the police van, the inspector kept his gaze fixed on the road. But in the rearview mirror, his lips curled into a faint smile.


    And then his eyes flickered, shifting between red and black.


    (Continues....)


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