C13 Escape Part 2

"Honey, you must be hungry. I'm sorry I was late in bringing you some food. Look, I brought you food!"

Clara lifted the bag of blood in her hand. She was startled when she felt someone forcefully grab the bag in her hand. Of course, she knew it was her son. The snarling sound stopped immediately and was replaced by someone greedily drinking something.

Clara took advantage of this and walked over to the table in the room. She had lived in the cottage for quite some time, so she had memorized the location of the objects in the room.

After her hand managed to feel the table, she found a still-intact candle along with the lighter on the table. Without hesitation, she lit the candle, and immediately a faint light illuminated the dark and stuffy room. She looked around and found Cliff crouched on the floor, drinking the blood he had brought earlier. Seeing her son drinking the blood so greedily that he didn't care that the blood was dripping onto the floor and smeared around his mouth, Clara realized her biggest mistake. Her son must have starved to death. An overwhelming sense of guilt filled the recesses of her heart and brought tears to her eyes.

"Mommy's late."

Her son's voice caught Clara's attention. Now she looked up at Cliff, who was staring at her intently. The still burning red irises, accompanied by a mouth full of blood, frightened Clara.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I had to do something first. I'm sorry, sweetheart." Clara tried to smile, even though it was a fake smile. But Cliff seemed to notice. He grinned sinisterly, which made Clara even more frightened. She backed away from Cliff without realizing it.

"Mom is afraid of me," Cliff said in his growing baritone voice. However, he was twelve years old, probably because he was a vampire, so his growth was faster than normal humans. His body was very tall, matching Clara's height even though he was only 12. The signs of maturity, such as his voice getting heavier, proved how fast he was growing. His face was also becoming more handsome and charming. You can imagine teenage girls screaming hysterically when they saw him.

"Why should Mom be afraid of you? Don't talk funny, Cliff," Clara said in a trembling voice. It was evident that she was hiding her fear.

Cliff smiled sarcastically as he realized his mother's lie. "You think I'm a child who can be lied to as easily as before? Don't pretend anymore. Admit that you're afraid of me."

"Never mind, don't talk like that. You're so rude to Mom, Cliff." Clara chuckled and tried to convince her son that she wasn't afraid of him. But once again, Cliff's reaction frightened Clara. Cliff snorted in annoyance and got up from his squatting position. He looked at Clara sharply and began to approach her. Seeing him, Clara spontaneously took another step back.

"If you are unafraid of me, why do you not come closer? You don't even hug me anymore. I remember that you used to hug me a lot. I could feel how much you loved me."

"Of course, I love you very much. I will always love you. You're my son, the mother who conceived and gave birth to you. No mother doesn't love her son."

"Prove it!"

Clara's eyes rounded perfectly. Cliff's attitude towards her became bolder. She missed the small figure of her son, who always obeyed everything she said—the formation of her handsome son, who always fascinated her with his innocent face and attitude. Clara realized that her son would not be little forever and grow slowly. She didn't expect Cliff to grow up so fast. Although he was only 12, his mind was that of a 15-year-old teenager. He already dared to fight and even disobey his mother.

"Why, Mom? Come on, prove that you still love me as much as before. Please prove that you're not afraid of me. Hug me, Mom. I miss your hug." Cliff spread his arms as if to signal that he was looking forward to a warm embrace from his mother.

Clara frantically swallowed her saliva before she finally stepped closer to Cliff. Slowly but surely, her steps approached Cliff. Her heart was beating faster with every step. When she finally arrived right before Cliff, she hugged her son, who was already as tall as she was.

Nothing happened at first, but Cliff hugged Clara tightly. Clara felt she had done something stupid because she feared her son. However, Clara was wide-eyed when she felt something pressing against the skin of her neck. She released her hold on Cliff and was surprised that Cliff had opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs that almost tore at her neck. Spontaneously, Clara pushed Cliff's body away.

"What are you doing, Cliff? Do you want to hurt Mom? How could you do this to Mom?" She asked with a snarl. She didn't expect to be almost eaten by her son.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm still hungry," Cliff mumbled quietly, but he could still hear Clara.

"All right, wait a minute. I'll get you some more blood."

Clara hurried out of the hut. She only intended to return to the farm and ask for more animal blood for Cliff. She left in a hurry, not realizing that she had forgotten something. Yes, she failed to lock the cabin door. Cliff, realizing this, grinned darkly. Something he had been waiting for could finally come true. He wanted to get out of the hut.

He opened the door wide. But he backed away when he felt the sun's rays burning his skin. Too happy that he forgot that his skin would burn when exposed to the sun. Cliff didn't lose his mind. He went to the closet. He took some of his mother's clothes that were in the closet. He covered his whole body with these clothes so the sunlight would not hit his skin directly. Then he ventured out of the hut. The clothes protected his skin from the sun, but there was no denying that he still felt the heat of the scorching midday sun.

He dashed to a mansion that was the closest to his hut. The estate was none other than the Huston family's residence. Fortunately, the door was open, so Cliff could quickly enter the house.

Empty, there was no one in the house. But the scent that was Cliff's opiate wafted up to his nose. He smelled the rancid smell of blood that he believed came from inside the house. Without hesitation, he ran toward the source of the scent. Arriving at a room, he found a middle-aged woman washing her bloody fingers; it appeared that the woman's hand had been cut by a knife while cutting the vegetables she was about to cook.

Cliff growled, barely able to resist the urge to drink the blood of the middle-aged woman, who was none other than a servant in the Huston family home.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrghh!!!" the servant screamed when she saw Cliff's snarling figure with his sharp fangs exposed.

Harry heard the waitress's scream. To his surprise, he went into the kitchen and saw a teenage boy with blood on his lips grinning at him.