Remember Me
Chapter Two
Trees had swayed violently from the chilled winds, almost bending to a bow only to refuse its demands. The crops in the fields were not as lucky as the trees, falling to the ground from the great force that came. It was the only sound he found comfort in unlike everyone else in the mansion. The majority of his employees did not enjoy the heavy winds of in mid December of Texas finding it a bit too cold for them to stand, and which he couldn't blame them for. However, being a hot natured man that he is, he relished the bone chilling kiss it gave to him each time. The enjoyment of running with it was most exhilarating as well. Heart pumping, adrenaline rushing with his blood, his lungs tightening with the need for air, but he would only continue on with a joyful laugh. Unfortunately, he could indulge himself with such pleasantries as he sat on the cushioned couch that sat against the large bay window in the bedroom. Watching the dramatic scene of the trees going against the winds with a mournful look.
Despite the chilling air moving through the farmlands, the sun had decided to stay visible in the sky. Its rays shining through the bay window surrounding him with a glow and warmth. Green irises had closed, then brows furrowing down with deep thoughts. Leaning further against his hand, that hand laid upon the backrest of the couch. Each careful breath he took would end up hitting his hand. Many words, repeating themselves like a mantra that would soon drive him mad if he didn't not stop them soon. But they wouldn't go away as easily as he would hoped. No, they will be around for as long as he will live.
Across from where he sat where the stack of files place half hazard on the cushion. No particular order, just reading as he went to learn whatever information he could about the recent attacks each hunting organization. The man was none prepared for it when Mr. President had given them the folders just three days ago. However, from the look in the older man's eyes did tell him it was none too pleasant. God, such an understatement. He couldn't get the images he reviewed out of his mind, growing slightly ill at all the scattered limps, blood coating almost every inch of the rooms, fearful expressions of the intact bodies that were found. Not to mention the majority of certain files went missing as each scene was swept through. Who could have done this? The answer was still to be determined there were no leads to any suspect.
The man has opened his eyes then, glancing down over to all the files that leaned slightly off of the couch. Just barely standing much like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. He wasn't a man faint of heart, but even he couldn't continue going through those reports without feeling his stomach twist and dropping to escape from the sight that lay before him. It was clear the attacker wanted the attention. Wanted to leave their mark to show what they are capable of and what they are willing to do. Eyes narrowed into a glare as he began thinking about why? Why attack a certain group of people? Why?
"Just my luck." Came a comment in a low voice. His large hand going up to start scratching his scalp, ruffling his light brown hair in the process. This entire situation was like looking at a puzzle, but not having the right pieces to fit them with. And did he hate solving puzzles.
There was debate on what manor of creature could ever make such a mess. He had to make calls to the other organizations just to try to figure out that mystery. The calls had almost always ended with more confusion. Maybe two had given their theory on the matter, expressing on certain evidence that could lead to what could be picking them off one by one with great confidence. But, he highly doubted them as it didn't make sense to him. No way a witch could pull a stunt like this, and how can any ghost be able to spill so much blood? He found those two people absolutely stupid when he hung up on them abruptly before they could finish their explanation. The two prominent creatures that came to his mind were either werewolf or vampire. Each one ruthless when hunting down their prey and lose themselves in the rage of bloodlust. How they slaughter their victims always look the exact same in his eyes. Victims torn apart and blood spilt everywhere. Although, his department of hunting lied in hunting werewolves, knowing slight clues when he stand in the scene, and from what he saw made him doubt that it were them as well. Which left him with vampires. There was no telling that was for certain since he wasn't at the scene himself. He couldn't look at the evidence in person. All he knew that they had to be stopped soon or else there would be nothing left to help the innocent lives from these monsters.
Minutes ticked by for a while, mind spacing in and out with those dreadful words he read in those reports. Carefully, the man began getting up from the couch, eyeing on the stack to make sure that it didn't fall to the carpet floor to create a mess. When it didn't, he allowed himself stretch out his stiff limps. Sounds of joints popping back into place echoed in the room. Bare feet led him over to the mini bar the was built behind the desk, in need of something strong to forget some of the things he learned for just a moment. His desk was a mess of files and reports of recent hunts he partook in with his men. Last night's hunt was in the middle of being typed up before he got distracted with the other situation. He heaved a sigh to himself as he realized how busy if a day he has and it was barely noon. How much more work will he have by Midnight? That was always the question.
Tasting the sharp bitterness caused his taste bud tingle in delight. With a drop of honey that made it even more irresistible to have more of it. A few sips and eyeing the computer, he debates whether or not he should continue on with the attacks or finish with his own report to send off to the man in the office. With a heavy sigh, he ended up sitting down at his desk now so that he could least finish something before needing a much needed sleep tonight. Large fingers typed on the keypad aggressively, wanting to go as fast as he could. Though, his ears did perked with how unusually quiet the mansion is today. He would occasionally hear light footsteps outside his door only to fade away the further they went. There were most certainly people doing their errands for the day, seeing a few of them walking out of the window carrying whatever supplies the have at hand. Even caught a glimpse of a certain lady with brown locks carrying a basket of food from the garden not too far from the manor. So, he wondered why no one ever made any kind of sound.
As much as he wanted to finish his work, the growing weariness wouldn't allow it. Instead, all his senses kept listening to everything on the property. The cookers working on the next meal while chatting up a storm, the maids giggling constantly while gossiping about his own personal life, the old butler that raised him since he was only a baby in his arms was currently watering the plants in the green room. There came a knock at the front door, unexpected, but very common to have salesmen come in to pitch whatever item they have for sale, and thus far none of them were selling anything that interest him. A woman's voice greeting the stranger before his attention went somewhere else on the property to find any unusual activity to cause him to be this jittery. Nothing, nothing at all was out of the ordinary. Mindlessly, his finger typed out pervious night's events in order, both loving and hating this curse that was brought on to him from a young boy.
His fingers paused as something in him told him something wasn't right about this day. Every instinct told him to prepare for danger. That instinct was greatly ignored when the smell of flowers and soil hit his nose. A familiar scent that had him fixed his shirt and hair to make him look more presentable. Hiding the fact that he woken up late this morning and done nothing to clean some of the dirty clothes from the floor. He cringes to himself as he found he had no time to go around to clean it up as she came closer to the door. Her footsteps had paused before his door as he got finished running his fingers through his hair in a careful manner. He raised a brow when she didn't knock right away like she normally would. Strange how her knocks were hesitant, tapping in a slow pace that was very unlike her. The door opening for her head to peek through.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Harker." The young woman greeted in a soft tone. Red lips curled into a sweet smile he loved to see every time he saw her. Mr. Harker had pushed the keyboard away, giving her his full attention while she walked in fully into the room, but growing tense when she didn't close the door behind her. She stood stiff next to the door, hands clasp together in front of her so tight her knuckles had turned white. His nose flared as he understood what she was trying to tell him through her coffee brown eyes and biting lip.
"Hello, Lillianna." He greeted back with just as much softness as her to not give anything awhile to whomever was behind the door. Mr. Harker began standing up from his chair quietly as he could, bracing his hands onto the desk. "What can I do for you today?" He questioned her like he normally would. Lillianna notably swallowed with a side glance to whoever was behind the door. A light sheen of sweat began to appear on her forehead gripping tighter on her hands. This was enough for his blood to boil with anger. Control yourself, Mr. Harker had thought to himself, breathing evenly. A quick glance over her, thankful that he didn't see any scars, buries, or anything on. However, it didn't stop his temper in the moment knowing Lillianna was kept hostage to use against him.
Her eyes widen slightly, and he knew that the stranger had a weapon on hand for warning to not give anything away. He couldn't help his nose flaring. "I...I came to let you know that lunch should be done in a few minutes." Lillianna tried to keep from having her voice shake, gripping tighter in her clasp hands. Mr. Harker took this time to move over to the wall behind him, grabbing hold of the shotgun that hung ready. As silent as he could, he walked around the desk while keeping his eyes on the young woman that shook frighten.
"Thank you, Lillianna." He told her with a even voice despite how much anger he was feeling in that moment. "Perhaps you can mix up that drink you made for me last night as well." He responded with ease, even though it took everything in him not to charge through the door itself. Mr. Harker walked over before the door, aiming the gun towards the intruder. "What was it called again? Bloody Mary?" He raised a brow at her to confirm his aim.
"Yes, that is right." She answered him with a firm nod to him. Lillianna didn't have time to react as he pulled the trigger once she finished. Ears ringing from the loud bang that came from the shotgun. She did, however, jump out of the away in time for the person behind the door was struck by the bullet. With the momentum, he reached his hand out for her to grab which she took without hesitating. Lillianna had tears streaming down her red cheeks. It wasn't over yet, he knew, but he allowed his free hand to hold her head close while laying a kiss on her forehead.
"Go through the secret door I told you about. Get anyone and everyone evacuated." Mr. Harker pulled away enough to glance through the hold the gun made. He was certain his eyes began fading to a golden shimmer. He could see the person who wore all black getting up from where they lay against the wall. Blood splattered everywhere, the wound in their stomach should defiantly kill the person if he wasn't if he wasn't aware of the fact they weren't human. The stranger in black began standing on their feet without so much making a sound. What a pain, he thought to himself while hugging Lillianna tightly for what he hope isn't the last time. "Be sure to leave the property once you are done." Lillianna took a shaky breath. Her hand, ideally gripping hold of his shirt in attempt to bring him with her.
"No, Derrick. I will not leave you here with that thing trying to kill you." Such a fierce in her eyes. But he wouldn't forgive himself if she ended up like the victims on the photos. The person was slowly starting to get up from their spot and he knew that there was no more time left to argue with her about this.
"Yes, you will." He gently shoves her towards where the secret door was. "Now go, Lillie." He shouted with fear. Lillianna stumbled, frowning deeply before doing what he had told her to do. She only prays that he is able to survive this. As she ran off, he readied his gun again in time for the person to burst through the door with great strength. How tiny, he thought while he pulled the trigger again with yellow eyes and a growl.