Later that afternoon, Dracula tossed and turned, trying to turned in from his weary night shift. Dracula felt that something in his coal black bed, poking him on his back. "Ow!" Dracula yelped in pain quietly. Dracula pulled out the small fork between the two mattresses. "Really?" Dracula stared at the fork blankly and confused. It was probably Griffin the invisible man who placed the fork under his bed to play a dirty joke.
Dracula yawned and stretched his arms. Dracula walked groggily to the hallway, "Hmm. Where is it?" mumbled Dracula, stroking his chin. As he stepped into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Frank...was..standing..like a statue...Before he could ask him, Dracula noticed that Frank was doing something very strange. Frank had both of his hands in the sink washing. " Umm...Frank?"
Frank quickly spun around with his petrified eyes opening wide and gasped, accidentally knocked over a small bowl on the floor. "What are you doing here?" asked Frank with his eyes widen in fear. Frank had been a gentle and easy-going best pal that everyone know. Dracula bent over to pick some broken shards of the small bowl. "Oh. I am sorry Frank, I will just..." Dracula stopped. Dracula saw the bowl filled with blood, it was so dyed dark red instead of clear water. "Frank...? " Dracula asked again, hoping that he did not just see things. Before Dracula could finish, Frank interrupted. "I'm sorry, Drac. I am going to clean it right now." Frank grabbed a mop, quickly cleaning the mess and picking the broken shards.
It was Dracula shaking now. "Did you hurt yourself?" Dracula asked, still hoping that Frank did not kill somebody." Sorry. Clumsy me." Frank laughed nervously with worrywart expression. Dracula looked at him in confusion. "Frank...What.."
"Sorry to disturb you, Drac." Frank replied as he carried theses broken shards into the small waste bin. Dracula walked away slowly and turned back to see if Frank was acting really strange. Dracula was shocked to see that he saw Frank's blood footprints leading to the kitchen. That's not what made Dracula shocked. Dracula noticed the trail leaded from the hotel door as he followed how the trail had begun. "What is going on, Frank?" Dracula muttered.
Indeed, Frank was acting really strange but Dracula don't not know that if Frank had killed someone...No! Frank must have some reason... Since Dracula was so exhausted from his work, he might be exaggerating. "Maybe I could get some rest. I must have been overreacting." Dracula slept soundly and closed his eyes shut, hoping that it was just a dream.
Frank walked quietly and did the same routine to make sure that nobody eyed him. Frank could feel a little burning sensation inside him.
-(Frank's diary- day one continue)-
I wanted to write more what I did this early afternoon about 12.10pm...I killed...my father...HE DESERVED IT! If it wasn't for him,I would been abused by my father, I had too much pain that I had...Black eye, cut lip, bruises, deep cuts...
-(End of Frank's diary- day one)-
Frank noticed that his shirt was covered with dark red blood stains. "Seriously." Frank went to the bathroom and took a shower, washing his clothes in the sink. After drying his clothes, Frank hid it inside one of the drawers of closet. Even though his shirt was still covered with blood stains, he did not care. As long as nobody notice, he can do whatever he want.
