Serafin sat with his legs drawn up under a collapsed window ledge. It had started to rain even harder and his hiding place didn’t offer much protection from the rain, so he was already trembling all over, but still he didn’t waste a thought.
He'd washed the blood off his hands by now, but that hadn't scared his memory away. All his clothes were covered with blood, what difference did it make if it were stuck to his hands or not?
But he would never get rid of his memory anyway, that was finally clear to him now. He had to face her. But ... damn it! He just didn't know how. Let alone what to do in the first place. He could hide here for days, but what use would it be?
The only thing he knew for sure was that he would never be able to face Celia again. Not after what he'd done.

"Serafin! “Celia's voice echoed through Serafin's mind.When his eyes cleared slowly, he realized that he was in one of the many side streets that were enough in this residential area. But he didn't know how he got here. It was as if his memory simply stopped the moment he stepped out of Celia's house and made his way home.
Serafin gasped in horror when he looked down. What the hell was he doing here ?! He was sitting in a pool of blood that was still spreading and holding someone to the ground with his hands. A young man who was weakening and struggling against Serafin's grip with gasping breath.
With a choked cry, Serafin backed away. The man's throat, and part of his chest, were torn open. Shredded.
It was a miracle the man was still alive!
But what was Serafin doing here? Slowly he looked down at himself and would have screamed again if his horror had not paralyzed him. Fresh blood was still dripping from his hands and most of his clothes were soaked with the dark red liquid."Serafin! ... what ... what are you doing? “Only when he heard Celia's trembling voice again did he wake up from his stupor. He turned his head in her direction and saw exactly what he expected. Celia was standing some distance away, her hands slightly stretched toward him. Her eyes were wide open and there was such horror written in them that Serafin, who had straightened himself completely and wanted to take a step in her direction, paused in the middle of the movement.
Her gaze was fixed on Serafin, and for the first time he became aware of the fact that not only his hands were warm with the man's blood. He ran the sleeve of his sweater, which was not yet completely permeated with the man's dark red blood, over his chin. When he then lowered his gaze, he already suspected what he was going to see, but that didn't change the horror that seized him even more at the sight. There was a bloody mark on his sleeve.Serafin raised his eyes and looked back at Celia. But she still looked at him with horror. Then his gaze wandered on to the man's body. In the meantime he had taken his last, rattling breaths. He was dead.
And Serafin was to blame. One look into Celia's eyes was enough to tell him that Celia had seen it all. He didn't know what he'd done, but her horror told him that he'd messed up the man like that. But how, and above all, why? Serafin still couldn't remember anything.
A couple of times his gaze wandered back and forth between the dead man and Celia before turning around and running away. Tears had welled up in his eyes.
He just couldn't have done such a thing!

Serafin buried his head in his arms and tried with all his might to push his memory back. He succeeded, but not entirely. The horror he felt remained.
And the desperate feeling of helplessness.He still didn't know how, or why, he had beaten the young man like this, but he had, and that was enough.
What should he do now?
Something rumbled to the ground somewhere. With a jerk Serafin raised his head and looked around. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized he was being ridiculous. He must have imagined the sound. The sound of the rain made it impossible to hear anything else. At least that's how it should be.
That didn't change the fact that he heard the footsteps that suddenly came closer.
Suddenly he had forgotten his other problems. Almost automatically, Serafin held his breath and listened.
And at the same time he heard the voices.
It was as if his hearing was getting better every second, because in the next instant he understood what they were saying.
“The boy must be here somewhere. “, Said one of the two voices. The other replied: "Yes, I can feel it too ..."The next moment a shadow appeared next to Serafin's hiding place. Startled, he backed away in the opposite direction. But he didn't get far. Strong, sinewy hands grabbed him and yanked him up. When Serafin looked up, he looked into two dark, suspicious eyes. "Is that him? “Asked the man. Another appeared next to him. "Yes."
"What do you want from me? “Serafin whispered.
But the man who held him ignored him. “Look at his clothes. ", he said. “So that's what Cain means by awakening. The boy drank blood for the first time ... "
Serafin managed to get going. He looked back and forth between the two men. The one who had held him was wrapped in a long coat, had shoulder-length hair that was streaky from the rain, and eyed Serafin with a mixture of curiosity, mockery and a little bit of suspicion. The other was tall, with hair cut short, and only wore a short leather jacket.He responded to his friend's words with a thin smile. Then he said to Serafin: "You will come with us."
Serafin backed away. "Accompany? But ... what do you want from me? "
“He probably can't even remember it. “, Thought the other further.
"Recall? “Serafin backed away further. "Remember what? Who ... who are you? "
"We ...", the one in the long coat replied emphatically. “Are vampires. Just like you are. "
"Vampyre? ... you ... you are crazy! “Serafin jerked around and wanted to flee, but the other man showed him the way. With an almost casual movement, he grabbed his shoulder. “You can feel it, don't you? “His voice had a tone that sent an icy shiver down Serafin's spine. Vampires? That was ridiculous! There was no such thing!
With one violent movement he tore himself loose and took a step back."Leave me alone! ", He called, but before he had turned completely there was a shadow next to him, almost gently touching a spot on his neck and catching him when he collapsed with a low sigh.

That's it again. If you leave me a couple of clerks, I'll quickly put the next cap on, because I've already written it ...
see you soon, the Kay creature