{"id":5049,"date":"2016-05-18T10:56:40","date_gmt":"2016-05-18T09:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/?p=5049"},"modified":"2016-05-18T10:56:40","modified_gmt":"2016-05-18T09:56:40","slug":"bloodlust-one-chapter-four-titilope-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/bloodlust-one-chapter-four-titilope-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"Bloodlust One: Chapter Four – Titilope Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by Chibuzor Iwobi (@JeSuisChiby)<\/strong><\/p>\n

The room was dimly lit so I saw only half of her face but I was sure it was her, absolutely sure. That voice was one I was could never forget. She stood in the doorway, calm and relaxed, not moving \u2013 wearing a long white dress, her hair almost reaching her back, her arms resting by her hips like a soldier having been commanded to a halt.<\/p>\n

\u201cIm sorry, Ma,\u201d Temi apologized, \u201cI couldn\u2019t-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up and leave this instance,\u201d My mother commanded her.<\/p>\n

The tone and manner at which she spoke made me nervous. I observed Temi\u2019s face to my mother\u2019s reply, she was terrified. Upon realizing I was still stark naked, I grabbed a towel off the back of a chair, wrapped it around my body and returned to my original position taking three steps back, but quicker than before. More confused than ever, I kept watch, staying silent. She took three steps forward as if to bring back the distance between us. Now, she was beneath the light bulb and I could see her face clearly. Mother! As excited as I was to see her again, I was deeply terrified by the look on her face; it told a thousand tales of anguish, and her attempt at a smile only frightened me more. Temi, being obedient, had gathered her things and hurried out of the room but not before apologizing again.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Ma. Please forgive-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t make me repeat myself,\u201d My mother sounded plain and cold.<\/p>\n

Temi caught a quick glance at me before leaving. Those eyes that once showed passion and savagery, now displayed fear. She mouthed the words, \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d and right there I knew I was never going to see her again. I had questions that needed answers. Who wouldn\u2019t?<\/p>\n

There was an awkward silence in the room that I could hear my breathing which was loud, heavy and fast. My mother observed me while I did the same back and despite being in her presence, my body still trembled with fear. I stood there, wrapped in a towel, shaking, scared of the unknown, but what I really wanted was to run into her arms like seven years old James used to.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you scared, son?\u201d She broke the silence, \u201cIt\u2019s me, your mother,\u201d her tone was different now, sounding more emotional, \u201cI-I carried you\u2026 Me\u2026. your mother, I carried you,\u201d She placed a hand on her stomach, \u201cIn here, for 9 months\u2026.It\u2019s me\u2026..really me,\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026. but\u2026 y-you died,\u201d I wailed.<\/p>\n

She took another three steps forward placing her 6 feet away from me, her face was hidden once again and her white dress illuminated the room. She\u2019s angel, I thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy boy!\u201d She cried.<\/p>\n

My heart sank and without hesitation, I ran to her and she welcomed me with her arms opened wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cMum!\u201d I was sobbing. It felt like I was reliving part of my childhood; My head on my mother\u2019s bossom as she stroked my hair gently, in a way, subduing me. I\u2019m in my mother\u2019s arms again, how long I\u2019ve waited for this.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy boy!\u201d She repeated, \u201cMy handsome son,\u201d She looked me in the face and tightened her hug, \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you. What a fine young man you grew up to be. I\u2019m so sorry I wasn\u2019t there to witness it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re here now,\u201d I wasn\u2019t ready to let go of her grip. I continued, \u201cAbisola will be so happy to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was like a kid again in my mother\u2019s presence. All those years without motherly love left a mark on me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! You can\u2019t let her know I\u2019m alive, we can\u2019t put her at risk, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked curiously.<\/p>\n

I felt unsafe once again. Too?<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026. I\u2019ve been watching you and Abisola\u2026.wondering who\u2026. wondering who he was going to use to lure me out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lure you out? Who? Huh? Wait! Shit! Oh my days!The Psychotic Man! I\u2019m supposed to be the bait? I pulled out of her hug. She tried pulling me back in, but I was quick to avoid her grasp. More than ever, I was terrified.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026. yes, I know about the book, I was there when you picked it up. You were with Tina, weren\u2019t you? And for a minute, I was scared you caught me. You stared in my direction for quite sometime. I should have interfered earlier. I\u2019m so sorry, James. I couldn\u2019t warn you, so I sent Temi.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked to the bed and sat on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry for having you dragged into this,\u201d She said, \u201cMaybe I should have died that night then all this wouldn\u2019t have happened. But I\u2019ve been watching over you and your sister ever since, staying hidden, because I thought was the best thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t say a word, not because I wouldn\u2019t but because I couldn\u2019t. My lips would part but no sound came out. A tear drop rolled my cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome here son,\u201d She said, \u201cPlease, sit with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She tapped a space beside her. Still in shock, I didn\u2019t hear her. Wondering who he was going to use to lure me out. My hands were shaking. So this was a trap? He\u2019s been watching me all along! He set me up. Oh my God!<\/p>\n

\u201cJames?\u201d She called out for me.<\/p>\n

Slowly, I turned my face towards her, still trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026 Mum?\u201d My voice was shaky.<\/p>\n

She repeated herself and I did as I was told.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, son,\u201d She feigned a smile, \u201cThat day, the day he took me\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now the smile had worn off and replacing it with a frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was frightened\u2026. very frightened! I thought I was going to die and the sad part was, I couldn\u2019t cry. As much as I tried to force those tears, they wouldn\u2019t come\u2026. I had cried enough already. There\u2019s a lot you do not know about, son. Some day, I\u2019ll explain every thing to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She coughed for a while and continued,<\/p>\n

\u201cHe told me when I was going to die, so I braced myself for that day. I was ready but that bastard\u2026. that bastard\u2026 he wasn\u2019t\u2026 he wasn\u2019t satisfied\u2026..he wanted more\u2026. he said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She inhaled and exhaled deeply and continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said my death needed to be appeased\u2026\u2026so I can rise to my true form. So that I can be in the spiritual realm what I once was \u2013 An Omniscient Being. And for that to happen\u2026\u2026a ritual must occur\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

She started sobbing.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo on the night I was to die\u2026..I thought the ritual was\u2026 was that he wanted to have me\u2026. but no\u2026.that bastard\u2026\u2026you k-know what he did?\u2026. he had gotten t-two girls to serve as rituals for my death,\u201d<\/p>\n

She broke down and tears flowed faster.<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle girls\u2026.. Couldn\u2019t have been older than your sister. \u2018They are pure,\u2019 he said. That bastard. I watched him\u2026. I watched him, James\u2026. gut those girls like there were animals. I was helpless\u2026.H-H-He\u2026 he made me watch\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

She cried harder. I threw my arms around her, holding her tight, doing my best to comfort her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI begged him to stop, James. I begged and begged and \u00a0swore to do anything he wanted. ANYTHING! But he didn\u2019t budge, he wouldn\u2019t. He insisted the deaths of pure souls were prerequisites for my own death. The animal was looking for excuses to kill little children\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her tears flowed harder.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey couldn\u2019t have been older than Abisola. And all I could do was watch, James\u2026\u2026.. Watch him tear up those little girls\u2026. seeing them cry\u2026\u2026.seeing them beg for their lives that had just begun\u2026.it killed me\u2026\u2026.and\u2026\u2026every night, I hear their cries\u2026 every night I see their innocent faces\u2026. \u201d<\/p>\n

She wiped off her tears, exhaled deeply and then stood up from the bed. She walked to the window and heaved a heavy sigh. Staring out of it for a while, she forgot herself and murmured in a deep murderous tone,<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to kill you,\u201d<\/p>\n

Then to my surprise, she began laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to kill you,\u201d She repeated, \u201cIt\u2019s been way overdue.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rays of light from the moon shone on her face, her lips were stretched to its limit, teeth on display, her eyes said blood and vengeance. My face was ashen. I wanted to run but I couldn\u2019t, it was my mother, she wouldn\u2019t hurt me. My eyes kept watch on her. What happened to you all these years, mother?<\/p>\n

\u201cMum?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t respond until I repeated myself three times.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, James. Don\u2019t be scared, son,\u201d She responded turning her back to the window and facing me. She looked me straight in the eye. This isn\u2019t my mother.<\/p>\n

She continued, \u201cAs I was saying, he felt so high and mighty with himself. He swore he was a god. He could do no wrong, he thought, but he was wrong. He didn\u2019t for once suspect I could break loose from his hold. Maybe he thought I was ready to die. He never checked the rope he used to bound me. I really thought I was going to die but the death of those girls was my driving force to break free. At the final moment, I regained my freedom and pounced on him. There was a struggle, I was at a disadvantage but I managed to damage his left eye paving way for my escape.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay mum,\u201d I held her hands, \u201cHe won\u2019t get you ever again. I\u2019ll kill him, I\u2019ll fucking gut him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I put on my clothes and sat down.<\/p>\n

\u201cJames, he never stopped chasing me\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

She ran her fingers through her shiny black her,<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know how I managed to stay alive all these years?\u201d<\/p>\n

She paused as if she was waiting for an answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was out of his reach. I had to be careful especially after he caught me slipping.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unconsciously, I put my hands over my head. \u201cOh my God! He recaptured you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned her back on me staring out the window, again, just standing there like a mannequin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026.. He caught me not too long after my escape. I couldn\u2019t help myself. You would have done the same in my shoes. I practically walked into the Lions den.\u201d<\/p>\n

And again, her tone was back to being emotional.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had to see my babies\u2026 I had to see if both of you were okay. He told me the hardship you and your sister were passing through, so I had to see for myself. I shouldn\u2019t have, but I needed to see you and your sister and hold both you in my arms again.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled amidst the tears. Oh, dear mother! You didn\u2019t deserve this.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen he recaptured me, he was more sadistic than ever. He never talked to me like he used to and his body count was on a rise never leaving a trace of his victim behind. I\u2019m disappointed to admit, but he is one intelligent bastard,\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a deep breath,<\/p>\n

\u201cI went through hell being his captive for the second time. He didn\u2019t give me the privileges he previously gave me. He kept a tight watch over me and relocated to a more remote area. I would have picked death over the conditions I was subjected to. I went through hell and why he didn\u2019t kill me immediately is what I will never understood because many came and I stayed. But, I thank God because I think he sent someone to break me free. Yes! I was very prayerful! I believe so because out of nowhere a young man came to my rescue. For once in my life, I appreciated an over sabi.\u201d<\/p>\n

She chuckled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe saw me chained to the ground. It took a long time to break me free. The murderous bastard had gone hunting. Just as we were about to leave, he came home. The young man, trying to be heroic, told me to run. Quite frankly, I wasn\u2019t going to do anything better than that. In my stride, I heard cries, I thought the young man was actually winning the fight. I stood there, waiting for my saviour to emerge the victor but instead came my captor and I took off.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked towards me till she got close enough to hold my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been very difficult eluding him all these years. My fear was he was going to inflict his wrath on you and Abisola.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShouldn\u2019t Abisola be aware of this?\u201d I asked, \u201cFor her own safety.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d She shook her head, \u201cYou\u2019re going to tip him off. No!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mea-\u201d<\/p>\n

I was interrupted by a vibration in my pocket. It was my phone. Five missed calls and Five messages from Tina. Oh brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d My mother asked, \u201cWe don\u2019t have time, James. We need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy girl\u2026 my ex-girlfriend,\u201d I replied, \u201cPlease, give me a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

The first text read, \u201cHey baby, I miss you. We never discussed when I\u2019ll be coming to spend time with you. In fact, I\u2019m on my way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sighed. I haven\u2019t told her yet.<\/p>\n

The second one read, \u201cBaby, pick up now. Please, answer me. Are you still angry with me? I\u2019m sorry baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

The third one, \u201cBaby, there\u2019s a man who has been standing in front of my house. He hasn\u2019t moved. I\u2019m scared. Baby, please come. I\u2019ve called the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

The fourth one, \u201cHe\u2019s just standing there. I am really scared, James. Please pick up. The police aren\u2019t here yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh no!<\/p>\n

The fifth one was a video message. I was in for the biggest shocker of my life, one that would leave me scarred for life. As I played the video, I saw was a weeping Tina crying profusely, begging miserably. I felt my mother\u2019s warm breath on my neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are too late,\u201d She said.<\/p>\n

Her arms and legs were tied to each bed post. He used a knife to draw lines from each breasts to a foot. Then he carved some words I couldn\u2019t see on her stomach.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s begin,\u201d He said.<\/p>\n

He cut off both of her ears, her nose and gouged her eyes. Tina\u2019s screams brought tears to my eyes. This is my fault. He proceeded to chopping off all her fingers and toes. Fucking Bastard! I could barely watch but my mother forced me to. She said I had to see what be was capable of. The camera was now facing him. He had an eye patch on his left eye. He licked the bloody knife and said,<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t she beautiful?\u201d He smiled showing his tobacco stained teeth, \u201cSam\u2019s next.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my God! Sam!\u201d I shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cJames, he may have already gotten to her. Don\u2019t go.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored her, ran out of the house and jumped into my car. In a bid to save Sam\u2019s life, I hurriedly drove home dialing her number but she didn\u2019t answer my calls.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! No! Sam, No!\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n

I got to my front door calling out Sam\u2019s name, still no response. My fear seemed true. Sam, please don\u2019t die.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam! Sam!\u201d I kept shouting as I entered my home.<\/p>\n

There was no sign of forced entry or blood, regardless, I didn\u2019t let my guard down. She wasn\u2019t anywhere downstairs. I hurriedly climbed the flight of stairs, tripping twice and busting my lips. I got to our bedroom, she wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n

Oh my God, No!! He\u2019s gotten her. There\u2019s no time. I started packing a few of my things when I heard the door downstairs slam shut. I froze. I could barely hear footsteps. He\u2019s here! I searched for anything I could use against him. Oh my God! I\u2019m going to die tonight! I heard the footsteps climbing the staircases. The steps were so faint, I hoped I wasn\u2019t being delusional. They were getting closer and closer. I grabbed a pair of scissors and placed my back on the wall behind the door for stealth. The footsteps stopped. Why\u2019s he stopping? The beeping sounds of a phone followed and my phone rang out. Fuck! In my panic, I couldn\u2019t get the phone out of my pocket. My hands were trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cJames? Are you in?\u201d Sam called out.<\/p>\n

Oh my God! This bitch wants me to die of a heart attack.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m in here,\u201d I caught my breath, \u201cHurry!\u201d<\/p>\n

She saw me panting, blood on my lips and a pair of scissors in my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus, James!\u201d She shouted, \u201cWhy are-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo time for that\u201d I interrupted. \u201cPack your things. We\u2019re leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on, James?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam, please, there\u2019s no time for this. Just do as you\u2019re told.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere until you tell me what\u2019s going on,\u201d She blustered, \u201cYour lips are bleeding and you have a pair of scissors in your hands. Tell me what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t you just do as you\u2019re fucking told?\u201d I shouted angrily.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you just curse at me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, baby, I\u2019m sorry but our lives depend on it. If we stay here any minute longer, we will die.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes widened with fear. \u201cJames? You\u2019re scaring me. What do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

I put my hands on her shoulder. \u201cI promise to explain when we are out of here. Please, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally, She succumbed to my pleas. We packed a few of our belongings into one suitcase and ran downstairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we going to?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomewhere safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Where he will never find us, I thought.<\/p>\n

I opened the front door, and there he was, 6ft tall, thin as a broom, with a sadistic smile followed by a sinister laugh. He had something in both hands that he flung at us. I jumped back pulling Sam with me. They made such a mess that I was disgusted, so I took my eyes off them. But another look and I realized what they were. Jesus Christ! I cried out so hard.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, oh my God, No!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam screamed out on the top of her lungs.<\/p>\n

They were human heads. At first, out of fear, I couldn\u2019t recognize the faces, another look and I saw them clearly. Mum? Temi? Oh my God!<\/p>\n

\u201cPlay time is over,\u201d He whispered.<\/p>\n

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