Disclaimer: I own Set Fluttaz, John Drake, Elliot Pagenoi and this story - there may be more on that list when the story gets deeper -, while Ms. Carroll/Ms. Cabot owns everyone and everything else, including My Monterey, My Monterey by Harold Clemmings - I just added Elliot Pagenoi into the book. And The Hunter's Moon by O. R. Melling is a real book - a really great book and I recommend it to anyone reading this.
Comment: I repeat this question: 'Is anyone getting bored of this yet?' Book of the Dead, I mean. Oh and expect cliffhangers at the end of every chapter. . .Even the epilogue - yes, I know exactly how I'm going to end this story, I just need to figure out the invents leading to it and write it all down. Lol.
Note: R&R. . .as always. Oh, and if you do review can you tell me what you like about the story, etc? And please read the Author's Note at the end.
Chapter Four: Caught in the Act
I entered the library and headed toward the Carmel history section. Mr. Walden, my first period history teacher had assigned a report about a famous Carmel person for the holidays. I had chosen to do mine on Elliot Pagenoi, a poet from the early twentieth-century - who had incidentally stayed at my house during a returning visit. I scanned the selves for something of interest when I noticed My Monterey, My Monterey by Harold Clemmings. I toke My Monterey, My Monterey off the shelf and sat down on one of the giant arm chairs.
I looked up Elliot Pagenoi in the index and opened the book to page ninety-seven. There was a painting of Elliot Pagenoi - he had glossy black hair that was so dark it almost looked blue and bright blue eyes. I quickly read the page on Elliot and took out my history notebook, so I could take notes. As I opened the notebook the drawing of Jesse I had earlier been working on fell out. I had forgotten I had put it there when Jesse had suddenly appeared and since I had been at Father Dom's office till Mr. Walden's class was almost over - I got there right when Mr. Walden was telling the class about the assignment - I hadn't realized the sketch was in there.
I quickly wrote down the most important parts of the page on Elliot Pagenoi and left the Carmel history room to go to the microfiche room. Once at the microfiche room I read the instructions on how to use the microfiche and looked for the newspaper edition for the 23rd of January, 1907 - where according to My Monterey, My Monterey there was 'a long detailed article on the life and times of Elliot Pagenoi.' When I found the article I read it and then wrote down the main points - the ones that hadn't already been discussed in My Monterey, My Monterey.
At that point I was tired of researching for my assignment and decided to find a novel worth reading upstairs, since Clark - a library assistant in his senior year who volunteered to drive me home - wasn't heading home till eight-fifteen and it was only seven-forty-five. While heading towards the adult section I stopped by the children's books when I saw a book I remembered - and had loved as a preteen. I picked up The Hunter's Moon by O. R. Melling and sat down on the edge of one of the edge of a big purple couch in the children's area. I read the first two chapters and decided that I should take it out for Doc to read - even if faeries and sidhe-mounds weren't really his thing.
I glanced at my wrist-watch and noticed that it was ten minutes till Clark would be leaving. I left the children's section and headed upstairs to the third floor, where Clark was working. While walking through the empty second floor - the library was closing soon most people had already left - I heard a muffled thump. I headed towards the sound - I should of known better. I mean, it could of been anything, but Father Dom had just warned me that my life might be endangered by some mediator-killer, so I had no excuse to be as careless as I was being - and found myself in front of a door that had "Video Room" written on a plaque hanging on the door. I quietly turned the handle and opened the door. As soon as I saw that the room was total darkness I placed my hand on the wall to my right looking for the light switch. I gasped as I saw who was in the room.
A young woman a bit older than me was lying on the floor, her only wound was two tiny pinpricks on her neck. Beside stood a surprised looking Set with blood dripping off two long canine teeth extending from his mouth.
Author's Note: The whole vampire thing has nothing to do with Ninth Key, it's just that I love - as in a kind of obsessed way, but also in a good way - vampires. And yes, Set is a real vampire, not the kind of vampire-wannabe Red Beaumont was. Oh, and chapter five will be up either later today or sometime tomorrow - I think my fan fiction goal is to put up a chapter of Book of the Dead each day. . .Maybe even two if I have too much free time - which I already have a lot of. And the chapters are now going to be either the length of this one or longer.