Chapter 2 ((Daniel))
Didn't she just use Celerity? Who and what the hell is she?
For the past few days Dian did took great care of me, the blood packs she had given me were all elder vitae. But I still couldn't help to grow suspicious of her.
I walked out of the room and a staircase leading to the lower floor was on the left.
Someone had already entered the house as I got down to the kitchen.
"My Princess of the Mist, it is my honor to received the invitation to your haven."
The kitchen was right at the bottom of the stairs and was separated from the entrance hall by a tall solid divider; so I couldn't see who the visitor was. But it was a guy and this I could tell from the voice that had just spoken.
I tried to use my vampire powers to get to know more of this mysterious visitor, but I realized that I was still too weak to activate them.
Then I heard whispers, sounds of fabrics brushing fabrics - and then silence.
Finally I decided to come behind the divider and into the living room, but there was no one anymore.
Comparing the size of the hall to the one in the Grout's mansion, this one was small in contrast. The hall here was dimly lit by a floor lamp. There were furniture covered with white cloths; boxes with the sticker "fragile" being piled-up at the corner; all curtains were drawn together.
I figured out perhaps Dian had just moved in.
A coat stand next to the entrance hung a brown leather topcoat and felt hat.
Slowly and noiselessly I walked over the dusty wooden floor and towards it. Then it shocked me as I stood next to the stand: there were bloody footprints all over the floor! A pair of worn-out shoes placed beside the stand. And the coat was smeared with blood on the entire right side! As for the hat - what was that? A hole on it? I could smell gunpowder...Gee! Is that a bullet hole?
"You incompetent rascal!" Dian's voice roared out from the room on the right.
I walked over and discovered the door was left ajar. And I peeped.