I slipped in through the window to the basement that I came through last time. I snuck upstairs, shining my flashlight on the floor so no one would see it and I wouldn't trip. It was kind of scary being in the manor by myself but it was fun at the same time. I couldn't keep myself from wondering what the chains were for or what else I would find. Crazy ideas flowed through my mind as I looked for the room.
It took only a few minutes before I could find the room again. When I walked in I saw that the chains haven't changed. I shined my flashlight around the room to see if anything else was different. I swept the light over the walls and noticed a table. It was covered in a white sheet that reached the floor. I got closer and noticed many shiny objects. There was a small knife that looked like one of those ones in doctor movies. There were needles too; some had some kind of fluid inside while some were empty. There were a lot of papers on the table too. I picked one up that said, "Immortality: Experiment One". Under that it said:
What we have observed:
The subject claims it's name is Marcus.
The subject shows no cooperation.
The subject shows no legend sensitivities.
The subject shows sensitivity to lighters, torches, and anything else that produces flame.
The subject can be controlled with lack of feeding (Blood).
It? What is it? I though to myself. I understood none of this. What is this experiment suppose to do anyway? Nothing about it seemed normal.
"What could be controlled with lack of blood?" I thought to myself out loud.
I placed the papers back in its place when I heard something. Footsteps. Footsteps coming this way and fast. I look towards the door. I wouldn't be able to make it out in time. I felt myself panic and without thinking I jumped under the table. I heard the door to the room open and watched, from under the table, as four pairs of feet walked in, one posing something that looked like it was on a trolley. The four pairs of feet surrounded the object, dragging it to the center of the room. I heard the prying of wood and the quick movement of chains.
"Now listen closely." One of them said. I recognized the voice as the person from this afternoon. "These chains are linked to an electronic device in the other room. If you try to break the chains you will burst into flame. Understood?"
There was no response.
"You know this could go a whole lot easier if you just tell us what we want to know." Another voice said. This was voice was deep and scary.
Still no one responded.
"Fine." An angry voice spat. "We have plenty of time. You will just have to suffer until you tell us what we want."
"Everyone. Go home." The last voice said. This one sounded more like a leader then any of the others.
I listened carefully as the footsteps made their way towards the door.
"Just know this." Leader voice called back. "In the end you will tell us what we want vampire." The door closed.
Vampire? I felt my heart skip a beat. It's insane. It's impossible. It's crazy… It's scary. I want to go home!
"Who's there?" some one called. I stayed very still, holding my breath.
It wasn't past voice, scary voice, angry voice, or leader voice. This one was different. It sounded old. Very old. What should I do?
"Come out from under that table. Now." The old voice demanded.
He knows I'm under here. I'm going to be in so much trouble. I should have listened to Lucinda. I thought to my self. I kept my breath held and climbed out backwards out from under the table.
I turned around letting my apology flow. "I'm really sorry! I promise I won't do it again! I-" I stopped and gasped at the sight in front of me. My feet felt like they were a thousand pounds each. My eyes felt like they would pop out of my head from this sight.
"Holy crow."