"Let's go in," Jenna stated bravely. Amber snapped out of her amazement of the gothic design, and grabbed her friend's arm. "Are you crazy? Do you even know if it's safe?" "No not really, I could care less." "You have to be the most stubburn person I've ver met." "Likewise." Amber shot her a deadly look, but her friend went closer to the large oak doors. "Com'on! Let's go inside." She finally agreed, deciding maybe it was safer inside than outisde in the cold frosty night. As both opened the heavy doors, they seemed to make a very loud creeking noise. The two froze as they entered, the large slamming behind them, making Amber turn around, her eyes looking desperately for a way out. "Maybe we should go back..." "No. We've come this far, there's no need to go back."
The castle was very old, as both could easily tell. Paintings hung on the walls, fading slowly put surely. The wood rotted away, the bricks and glossy floor were no more than disgusting colors and rotted, smelling decorations. The elegant decore was now just rotted yellow stuffing and oak. Both walked on into a strange room. Gray marks on the floor indicated to them that something had been there, maybe a machine of some sort. The large window was cracked, and the gold lining of it rusted away to a tarnished copper color. They went into the library, whrer journals and books layed on each other covered in dust. Jenna walked near the old fireplace, and playing with the ash and stokes. Amber went over to the books that layed on the table. She gently brushed off the dust, and picked up the first book she could get her hands on. It was a journal, a very educated one with little notes in the corners and detailed plans of grotesque ideas. At the top was
Frankenstein,
December 1887
My new friend that i had met a month ago, Count Dracula, has given me everything I could ever dream of. The machinery, the assistant Igor. Hopefully my theries are correct and life can be obtained my lightning. Now those men who had thought I was crazy shall see! My good friend the Count will help me realize my dream, and now God is not the only one who can create life.
It might have been rather short, but it was the last entry. This man, Victor, was going to bring a person...something to life. She couldn't believe it. Had he succeded, had he failed? She didn't know, it never went on. The rest were of instructions on how to work the machines, little notes on steps to creating Victor's plan. But Amber felt something more sinister than creating, much more.
He could see them, but he lay hidden in the shadows of the rotted rafters above. His black bangs hung in his face, but he brushed them behind his ear. His eyes were a blood red, but only in the dark. Soon three other pairs of eyes were behind him, staring at the two girls belowing. Waiting. He had come back, but still lay hidden amongst the human world after 200 years in hell. The girls were distressing him greatly, though, reading books mortal eyes should never peer upon. He needed those books, those journals.
Jenna and Amber snapped around hearing a flapping noise. Soon three huge white bats in the shape of women came down, screaming and chuckling evily. That's when the two broke in a run, Amber holding on to a journal that she hadn't read yet. The bats chased them, almost grabbing Jenna's arm, and the two made it outside, slamming the door onto those three things. "I'm never going with you into another castle ever again!" "I wouldn't either," Jenna agreed.
His brides wailed and cried after being smacked in the face by a door. (Score, Door:1 Brides:0) He held them, and then went to the books. He found Victor's journal, the notes for the machines...but there was one missing. The most important one that he thought had been burnt. He had to get it back.