While William was trying to save his mother, Robert entered the dark corridor towards the interior of the mansion, the house was empty, staff seemed to rest at that hour, the big hall connected to George Redwood's office was completely dark and a dim light could be seen underneath the office's door. George was alone, after the allegedly death of his grandson he had decided to focus in his business. The conversation Robert held with the man's servant in the pub wasn't product of his imagination, George really hoped to remarry Marie and he found in an old acquaintance the perfect opportunity. After keeping the great wealth of his daughter, a new marriage was the perfect way to increase his capital.
The office's light came from a big lamp held to the roof, more than twenty candles were attached to it illuminating all the room, a cool breeze coming from the door putted out some of them, the old man looked around searching for the origin of the breeze but all the windows were closed, the breeze blew again putting out almost all the candles, leaving the room in twilight, George silently stood up taking a candle that was on the table, he entered the hall and found no one; he looked around him and carefully walked towards the hall's big window, he inspected it carefully, it was locked. He saw the corridor and inspected again the hall, there was no one in there, he rubbed his forehead trying to clear his mind, sighed and walked back to his office lighting the candles and illuminating the room and turned back to his table. He felt as his heart stopped and then as it has started to pump again out of terror, sitting on his chair was Robert, the one who had freed him from his worst nightmare. How could he enter unseen to his office?
It took him five minutes to recover from the shock, without looking at him he started to walk slowly towards him, his steps were cautious and there was fear in them. Robert was sitting on his chair, his legs were hanging in one of the sides of it and his eyes were fixed on the old man.
-How did you break into my house? - George tried to seem angry but his words sounded shaky, there was fear in them.
Robert didn't answer, his eyes were still fixed on the old man, and a cynical smile drew in his face. The old man stared at Robert waiting for an answer, minutes seemed interminable, a few steps more and he was closer to the young man, carefully he took a dagger from one of the table's corners. Robert's smile drew even larger.
-Do you really think to do something with that dagger?
-I asked you a question; what are you doing in my house?
The dagger trembled in the big hands of the old man; Robert slowly got up from the chair and walked to the other side of the room, inspecting a big bookcase full of books.
-I wonder if amongst all this books you'd have a bible. - He examined the bookcase carefully once and again reading all the tittles and taking out some of them, to later put them back.
-You haven't answered my question.- Robert turned to the old man, his weird eyes fixed on him, and walked slowly towards him still smiling.
-I've came for my payment.
-Why now and not when I offered it to you?
-Now is the right moment, I want to be rewarded for my job. I think it's fair.
-How did you break in?
-You've lowered your guard, I assure you this world is full of monsters and demons, your grandson wasn't the only one. Your men are completely asleep without worrying about you.
-If you want money just tell me how much do you want.- George walked towards a big cabinet and put out from his jacket a luxurious golden key, opening it and putting out a big sack filled with coins.
-I need no money.- Robert smiled again, his steps guided him to the old man.- Money isn't everything in life, there are more important things and sometimes we don't even know they exist.
-What do you want then?
-Do you really think your grandson deserved to die?
-I don't understand you.
-Did you ever think in all those twelve years that you condemned your daughter to suffering and pain?
-I think I don't understand what do you want, I assure you that you're not the one to have opinions about my family and the decision I make and I'll take for the sake of them.
-Family? - Robert's eyes were menacing, the pale red color in them make them horrifying, the old man firmly took the dagger, trying in vain to stop the young man's steps, his hand was trembling. - You're afraid of me, I can feel it, and right now you're thinking on how you'll stab me in the chest, you want to do it but your hand shakes, you're a coward, nothing more.
A few seconds passed and he felt Robert's cold hands holding his own, he didn't know how it happened, the dagger was stuck inside the young man's chest, Robert's strong hands grasped strongly George's hands burying more the dagger into his cold chest, just in the spot where his heart would be. Terrified he releases the young man's hands and his body was pressing against the nearest wall with despair in his face; his eyes seemed to pop out their sockets, horror seized him. Robert was still smiling with his eyes fixed on the old man, he gently caressed the dagger, and the blood started to sprout out the wound, with a single strike he pulled out the dagger, a red liquid stained the white shirt, the wound was just a few inches wide. Robert closed his eyes still smiling, he took a long breath and the wound healed in just a few seconds, it was like it never existed at all, there was only the blood stain, the only remain of what happened.
-You're like him! You didn't kill him, you deceived me. - There was despair in the old man's voice. Robert opened his eyes, they were red as the blood in his shirt, and George's face was reflected in them.
-That's right, you think I'm a monster, but there're no difference between you and me, humans sometimes are real demons, we're just innocent creatures compared with people like you.
-What do you want from me?
-Haven't you guessed so far?- Robert's face was now threatening, his red eyes were like a mirror reflecting all the fear and horror coming out from the old man's face, George was strongly sweating. Two huge white fangs were the only things he could see. Cold seized his body and he felt as his life was escaping from him, pain was unbearable, his mind and his body couldn't resist any much longer and a dark cloud fell upon him; he couldn't feel anything else; the pain defeated him.
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