The Cursed Knights

It was nighttime. The moon shone brightly in the sky. I was walking on the pavement. At first, I thought I was alone, but after some time, I heard the sound of shoes. I raised my head and saw a woman walking in front of me. She was wearing a long skirt and shirt. She was walking very slowly. I kept walking behind her. Suddenly, I started feeling the blood pumping in her veins. I could smell blood from a distance. As I was walking behind her, suddenly a man appeared in front of me. I look at him.

Hey, do you have any problems?" He asked. I was only looking at him. He asks me angrily. How long have I been seeing you chasing this woman?"

I pushed him with my right hand. He goes and bangs against the wall. And I start walking towards the front. I do not see the woman in front of me. The man grabs my right hand, and I turn my face towards him. He is wearing sunglasses. I thought it was odd, but then I saw my reflection in the glasses. I bared my teeth and bit the man on the neck. I got scared. I suddenly opened my eyes, and I found myself at the bus station.

A man was standing in front of me. He was looking at me with surprise. "I was trying to wake you for fifteen minutes. You are a deep sleeper. I think you do not know that" the man said. I looked at him with a smile. I rose to my feet, grabbed my bag, and walked off the bus. I stand under the bus shelter. I take a deep breath and look around. Then I sat on the bench. I take out the journal from my bag. I started writing in the journal.

"Day 519, my craving for blood is getting intense. I struggled with blood lust. I even had a strange dream that I was drinking some guy's blood. I got so angry when he grabbed my hand. The blood started boiling in my veins." While I was writing, I saw a shadow in front of me.

Then a teenage boy came to me. He looks sixteen years old. A short and averagely built white-skinned teenage boy with knowing brown eyes, a large nose, narrow lips, and large ears. He has curly, dark blonde hair and a strange bruise on his right ear.

A nosy teenage boy is obsessed with rap music. He looks surprisingly calm. He either comes from a poor family or is a homeless kid. On Fridays, he likes to look for somewhere better to live.

"Sir, are you looking for a place to stay because I know a reasonable place where you can stay?" the young, teenage boy said. I look at him. "What did you want in exchange?" I asked. I raise my eyebrows and start staring at him. He looks down at the ground, then looks up at me. I just want you to feed me. "Okay. First, you take me to a restaurant, and then you take me to a place where I can stay as a tenant," I replied. He is pleased to hear that and takes my bag from my hand.

"My name is Darius Barnett. You can call me Darius," he said. I was quietly listening to him. I was not paying attention to him. I was thinking about the dream I had. It was not a dream. It was a nightmare. "So, Darius shakes me, holding my right hand. I am talking to you. We have reached our first destination." I looked at him and said nothing. After this, he went into the restaurant. It was a big restaurant.

To my surprise, it was two o'clock at night, but people were still eating food at the restaurant. I also follow Darius inside and sit at a table in the corner. Darius sat next to me. Meanwhile, a woman comes over to us with a notepad in her hand.

A tall and statuesque caramel-skinned woman with grey eyes, large lips, large ears, a rounded jaw, and puffy cheeks She has wavy, medium-brown hair layered with grape dye and wears clothes that are slightly too big.

Anne Hunt is a posh woman. Physically, she is built like an elegant lamp. Her biggest fear is getting bitten by a tiger. She is striving to redeem herself after committing fraud. She is the waiter at the restaurant.

I look at her. "Hmm. I would like to place my order. I mean, I would like to eat whatever you are serving tonight," I said. She said nothing. She gave Darius grumpy looks and spoke. Darius: " I want to talk to you. Darius gets to his feet and follows her to the counter. I was staring at them. They talk for a minute, and Darius comes over to me. I have spoken to the owner of the apartment. She is ready to rent her apartment.

He picks up my luggage. As soon as we were leaving the restaurant, I bumped into a girl at the door of the restaurant. Short and stocky with white skin, she has a threatening feel about her.