Claire's P.O.V
I stared out of the window, as the driver drove. I didn't look at anything, I just blankly stared out of the window.
Why would the Founder break up with me? She seemed perfectly fine with it for nearly 70 years. I clenched my fists. I shouldn't think about her, she just gets me angry.
When I came out of blankly staring out of the window, I saw we were heading to the Glass House. I couldn't go back there, Michael should hate me. Besides, he may think that I would abandon him during the night, which I can't blame him for.
"Stop the car." I said.
"Why? Your supposed to be wallowing in sadness." The driver said, not stopping.
"I said stop the car. I'm not going to the Glass House."
"And where would you go? The Founder wouldn't be happy-"
"I don't care about the Founder. Just stop here." I glared at the driver in the rear view mirror and I noticed after a second, my eyes were flickering red.
The guard chuckled. "You think your little tantrum will make me change my mind?"
I had no time for this. Looking around the car, I found nothing sharp, so plucking up all my courage, I broke the window. It cracked on the first hit and shattered on the second. The sunlight streamed in, instantly burning me and it touched the guard as well, who swerved and nearly collided with a street lamp, which was in the shade. I took a shard of glass out of the window frame and held it against the guards throat before he could move. "Let me out. Or I will cut your throat."
"You really want to do this?" He asked.
"I'm not going to the Glass House. That's all I'm saying. Now open the doors."
The guard is quiet for a minute, then he presses a button and the doors unlock. Still holding the glass, I open the door and dart into the shadows between a house and a shop. With a last glance at the car, I continue walking, looking for an abandoned house.
I walk around the corner and come to a almost derelict house. I kick open the door and step inside. No-one owns this house, so I could let myself in. "Hello?" I call out. The only sound that comes back, is birds flying away.
I listen carefully for any sign of movement, then I go into the living room. Some of the windows had been broken, but overall the house is in a shader part of town.
I look around the room; there is thick dust everywhere and I lift the plastic cover off of something in the middle of the room and see its a chandelier. Someone must have thought of putting this up when they lived here, but never got around to it.
I see a withered bookshelf, the shelves straining under the books. I take one off and cough and sneeze at the dust cloud. Stepping away, I look at the book Peter Pan. I sighed. Why did the family leave this place? If they left, they would've taken their books.
Stepping away from the dust, I took a sniff, maybe there was something I could use. But as soon as I did, I almost vomited. The smell of death and decay was heavy in the air. I looked around. Maybe there was an animal here who had died or something?
I looked in the kitchen and even though some stuff hadn't been washed, the smell wasn't coming from there. I walked to the stairs and looked cautiously at them. Would they take my weight? I stood on the first step. It creaked but didn't break or anything. So I stood on another step and it didn't break, so I carried on upstairs.
When I got to the top, the smell was terrible. Even without taking a breath, (which may have made me vomit and pass out) I could still detect it. Putting my hand over my nose, I went into the closest room first; the bathroom.
No dead bodies in there, though it doesn't look like anything will be working anytime soon. The next room was a kids room; The bed used to be a bright pink colour, but now it had faded to almost white. There were teddies on the bed, two on either side of the pillow and 3 in the windowsill.
Something must have happened to them. A little kid wouldn't leave their teddies behind.
Leaving the room, I went into the next, where the smell is the strongest. I opened the door and the mirror facing me, (even though covered in dust) showed dark figures on the bed.
Plucking up my courage, I walked in and looked at the bed.
I covered my mouth and flattened myself against the chest of drawers. There were two unrecognizable bodies on the bed, decayed almost to skeletons. No flies were on them, which was great, as I could deal with maggots.
I walked forward and closing my nose up as best I could I could see from the threads of skin still left, there were bite marks and the bone that ran down the neck looked cut. A vampire must have drained whoever these people were then slit their throats and left them there.
The other body had his neck broken. But where was the kid? Suddenly I didn't want to know. These poor people had been left here for so long, I don't think I could handle a dead kid.
Leaving the room and closing the door, I turned around and almost screamed when I saw a ghost of a woman directly in front of me. I stood there shocked for what seemed like hours, then the ghost disappeared. I ran down the stairs and out of the door, happy to be in the fresh air again. Then my stomach churned and I vomited. How do police or forensic people deal with dead bodies all the time? Granted, there might not be in the state they're in, in the house but sometimes they are.
I leaned against the wall and looked at the sky. I could always find another house. Tell the police, about the poor people in the bedroom. The ghosts can have the house to themselves.
I took my phone out and dialled the police station. "Hello, Morganville police station."
"Hi, um... I was looking at abandoned houses and one of them has a dead couple in the bedroom." I said. Please don't assume I killed them. That would just make my day.
"Okay, where are the bodies at?" The policeman asked.
"Um... There down an alley and right from between the thrift store and a house." I couldn't be any more specific than that, so I hung up before he could ask anymore questions.
I glanced back at the house, and saw a shadow in the window but it quickly vanished. I shivered and walked away.
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