Chapter 3
Findings
Crimson really didn't like this place, a sense of being watched was always around. Like he was never alone. The lightning only made things worse, and now he was beginning to wonder what time it was. He pulled out his cell phone, why did he think of this early!? He opened it to see, no signal.
Darn it all...
But, the time was there, it was around 10:30!? Crimson knew that he has been in here for a while, but really? He took a deep breath, morning will come soon, then he might be able to find a way out. As of now, he began to wonder who killed that girl.
He gazed around on the ground floor, a table was beside the front door. How come he didn't notice that before? Crimson looked on it, there was a note attached to it.
October
Someone came here, but, she didn't fit the missing piece. I couldn't fight my craving, so I had to. But, she may have failed, however I know someone will come again. And they will pass my test. Yes, they will.
The letter was recent, possible from a few days ago. 'Dose that mean, that girl came here like I did and was...'
Crimson shook his head of that thought. He didn't want to think about it too long, he slowly opened up the bottom draw, and there sat a lone key. Crimson cocked his head, that was rather covenant. The tag attached to it read, 'Study'. He nodded to himself, pocketing the key.
Now, to find the library. Crimson looked around, the first floor had nothing, and the front room held nothing. He walked over to the stairs, and gazed behind them. There were two large doors, they were covered in dust and seemed unused. Crimson walked over to them, his footsteps echoed in the closed off space.
He pressed the key into the lock, and turned it. A click was heard and the door opened, Crimson blinked.
'Why would the library be behind a stair-case?' he thought, taking a step into the darken room. His flash light was beginning to dim a little, but, it wasn't so bad. It still had some life left in it. He gazed up at the many books on the walls. And a lone table to the left, it had a red light lamp on it that wasn't plugged up. And several books opened.
One of the to a certain page, looked like that of a journal. Crimson gazed at the pages.
So alone, I want someone here, someone who is smart and kind. But, no one comes who fits that description. Most of them are idiots who give up after the doors are closed. They cry for help, and are too frightened to go looking around. They have no idea what that does. But, thoughts who do, can't piece it together, they can't understand what I want. So, i just kill them, letting the red pour into my mouth. The sweet taste of their...
The rest was blocked out by a thick, red substance. Dried blood. Crimson gulped, so he wasn't the only one.
'How many others have been here?' he thought, gazing around the room. The walls now seemed scary and seemed like they could kill. Crimson turned his head to the table again, and began to check it. The draws held different photos and papers. But, sadly there were no keys.
'Hm, wonder if there is anything in the book shelves?' Crimson thought, walking over to them, but, still nothing came up. He sighed and looked down, then at the spine of a book.
'Cold Ones' was the title. He pulled it out, and read the first page. Seeing as he had nothing else to do, might as well see what this was.
'Cold Ones, better known as Vampires. They seek to drain the blood of a person for their food. They also can turn a person into a vampire, and claim them as their own, be that Apprentice, Son/Daughter, or Lover. However, the victims retains no memory of their past, if that is what the vampire wishes. And only remember they are a vampire and the person they first look at. From then on, they are either told lies, or given their true memories one by one until they go from fledgling to full vampire.'
Crimson gave a nervous laugh, and put the book back on the shelf. That's when something fell beside him. He bent down and picked up a silver key, there was no tag on it, hard to tell where it went. Crimson placed it in his pocket and looked around the library again. Seeing nothing that caught his eye, he finally decided to go to the second floor.
It was still pouring outside, Crimson began to wonder how he could see the lightning, when he saw no windows. Was the house playing tricks on him? He really didn't know. The old wood creaked below him as he walked forward. Maybe this hall was only full of rooms? Could that key go to one of them?
Crimson held the key and nodded to himself. He would find a way out of here, that he knew for sure.
A chuckle escaped the mans lips, yes, he was doing well. Young Crimson was doing a fine job, maybe he would piece it together. Then, that someone he waited for would be real. He smirked, showing fangs. He wanted a son, someone to train. And perhaps Crimson was the one.
Good or Bad? Looks like Crimson is getting too deep, what going to happen now?