The Animagus: From Hunter to Monster-Chapter 90: A blind eye

Kira screamed on setting her eyes on the body that lay on Buji’s couch. She had entered the apartment and started with compliments of how nice it was, until she saw the body.

"What...is this?!" She asked, covering her opened mouth with her hands.

"A dead body," Buji replied confidently.

Kira shot him this look that could kill him if her eyes were to be a shooting weapon. "A dead body?"

"Yes," Buji responded. "Sit, let me explain things to you."

"Okay," Kira said. "But, I’m not sitting here, in this sitting room. I mean, the body is beginning to get frozen and it’s a disgust to the sight."

Buji looked in the direction of where he kept the body on the couch, it was truly starting to frozen. Is that the possible effect of the poison he had used on her?

He returned his gaze to Kira. "You should manage sitting here, please. I’m yet to get rid of the body."

"But, why should you do that in the first place," Kira asked again.

"I’ve asked you to sit already so that I can explain things to you," Buji retorted. "As for the body, I’m new in this area so I don’t know much places, so, I’m still thinking about what to do with the body."

Kira collected a stool that was beside the centre table and went inches away from the couches, especially the one that carried the dead body. She sat in front of the fireplace and invited Buji over.

Buji came and sat close to her, and after some moments of silence, began.

"I am destined not to only remain a hunter," he said, looking downwards and fondling his two hands against themselves.

"So..."

"So, I know you might have found out about that. The message you sent clearly proves it," Buji said, still keeping his gaze to the ground.

reincarnation, I was handed a companion; a phoenix, which was also a firebird to resonate with my former personality as an acolyte of the Temple of Light in Old City.

Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

My journey to the New City began.

New novel chapters are published on freewёbn૦νeɭ.com.

Gregory is brought inside a room where dead bodies were packed.

"Give me a moment." Gregory requested his men and they left the room.

He went ahead to use this opportunity to unzip the bags used to package the dead bodies. He was looking for something. Each bag he unzips, he uses a small knife to bisect their middle chest. Finally, he found what he was looking for in the dead body of lady, Nnenna. It was a key.

The key was a sturdy, metallic disk with a smooth, circular edge. Its surface was made of a durable, silver-colored metal, adorned with intricate designs that formed a unique pattern.

When pressed, the key’s metal surface depressed slightly, triggering a subtle click as the internal mechanism engaged. The circular shape allowed for effortless rotation, making it easy to turn the key in either direction.

The metal material gave the key a solid, premium feel, with a subtle weight that conveyed importance. Importance! Hmm. However, whenever the key was pressed and turned, its metallic surface glinted in the light.

(Gregory chuckles softly)

*****

Ruben notices a small TV hung on the wall. It indicated active and was on. So, he watches the TV as it shows the destination of Christine.

"There you are." Ruben muttered.

Meanwhile, Christine was still with the pile of blood in her hands. She was yet not ready to accept that she has to feast of blood. She dropped it finally on a nearby desk and ventures out of the old building where they were.

(Indistinct chatting and laughing)

Christine entered an eatery by opening the door in a furious manner. She gained attention with this single act of hers. Everyone turned their gaze at her.

Inside, the air was thick with the aromas of rich stews, slow-cooked roasts, and the sweet tang of freshly baked pies. Wooden booths, polished to a warm sheen by years of use, lined the walls, their high backs adorned with faded photographs of smiling patrons.

The linoleum floor, worn to a soft shine, creaked beneath foot, echoing the footsteps of countless meals shared.

Christine ordered a plate of freshly baked pies and sat down eating it.

"Thank you." She told the waiter. As she had the first bite of the pies, they were sumptuous. There was no effect. She then started piling them in chunks into her mouth. (Woman on TV speaking in Spanish). The sweetness of the pie turned to poison in the Christine’s veins, causing their muscles to spasm and convulse. She collapsed to the ground, grunting. Her body thrashing wildly as she struggled to breathe. As she struggled within himself, she looked on the TV, her picture was there; Christine White. The woman on the TV must be making references to her since she was not understanding the language spoke.

(Growls) "You have got to get away from me." Christine warns everyone present. They started running out of the old eatery except few men speaking in Spanish. They brought out their guns and cocked it.

"Get away from me!" Christine exclaimed.

One of the armed men rushed out and went to where a vehicle was parked. He opened it and tried to communicate with an agency over the signal device.

"Hello?" the man was speaking.

It connected to the computer department in the ship where Gregory White was in.

"There." Gregory instructed pointing at the device where the voice was heard.

"Christine White." The man’s voice added.

"Get the men up there. Now." Gregory instructed.

As the uproar was going on, Tristan ran back to the old building where he had left Christine. Christine was no longer there.

"Get the hell away from me." Christine yelled as she started scattering the whole places. She has turned now into her kind, the hybrid. Everybody, including the soldiers started distancing themselves from her. Christine, however, broke out of a door, and met another soldier in his front. She was preventing murdering any human, so she turned to her side and made to run.

"Stop. Stop." The soldier yelled at her as he continued shooting Christine from behind while she ran.

Tristan heard gunshots while he was inside the old building.

"Shit." He said as he made out of the building. He looked up to the sky, the sun was setting.

Christine was still running away from the Police who were running after her.

The fight had now become intense with the arrival of Tristan. His swift movements as he bullied the Policemen and leaving them lifeless. He was indeed super-fast. After all, he was a vampire.

"Ah!" the last man standing yelled out as his wrist was twisted and he fell on the ground.

Tristan flew up and arrived at where Christine lay, struggling to survive.

"Christine. Oh, shit." Tristan was hasty. He bites his hand to let blood gush out.

"Here, take it." He was serving her hand to Christine so she can feed on the blood.

"No." Christine said immediately. Still struggling with her breath.

"Christine, you will die." Tristan said as Christine finally accepts to feed on his blood. Tristan’s heartbeat was thumping as Christine continuously sipped the blood.

"Shit." Christine said, after drinking to his satisfaction.

"Can you move?" Tristan asked and Christine nodded in affirmation.

"Let’s leave as soon as possible, the sun is setting." Tristan concluded.