Chapter 4

The Pieces Come Together

Crimson walked slowly down the second floor hall, the rain pattered on the outside. He took a deep breath and tried every room. The first door opened to a large room, cobwebs hung on the bed posts and dresser. Crimson walked over to the bed, it was still warm, meaning someone was just here. He turned to the dresser, a note was laying on it.

Crimson picked it up, and shined the dim light on it. Hard to read with the flashlight dimming, but, he could make it out.

Someone is here, someone has come. I've waited to test another person, maybe this one will pass. I hope so, but, I wouldn't mine killing this one. From what I can smell he is a boy, his blood smells so sweet to me. He must be around the age of nineteen, perfect! I guess he must me thirsty, maybe I show get him a 'drink'.

Crimson gaged a little at remembering the taste, this guy gave him blood to drink. What the heck!? And what does this person mean my 'pass'. Crimson really felt like he didn't want to find out. He knew now would be a good time to try the door again. But, he still wanted to find where this key went.

He gazed around the room, the smell of blood hung thick. He followed his nose to a bottle, oozing with this red liquid. Crimson gulped down the sick feeling, and took a step back. He turned away, trying to forget what he saw. He looked in the dresser and found nothing but white shirts. One last look around the room, and he left quickly.

Crimson closed the door behind him, and the cool breeze of the hall made him shiver. He picked up his phone again, it was 11:45. He better find a way out soon, his father will be worried if he's not home by 2:00 and the drive home was long in the dark.

Crimson turned down the hall, and began to walk forward. His amber eyes looked around the darken hall. He tried one door after another, none of them worked for the key and they all were locked. Crimson turned to the last door, and tried the handle. Nothing, he then tried the key. It fit, a loud click was heard.

Crimson turned the knob, and the door slowly opened. The room was dusty and looked untouched. The bed had white, dirty sheets hanging on the posts. It seemed to be still made, and not been slept on. The dresser was empty. And the lamp didnt' work at all. Crimson then looked at a white sheet a paper on the bed.

He picked it up and went to read it, when a vibration in his stopped him. He quickly pulled out his phone, it was a text from Jason.

'Dude! Where are you? The party is almost over, I said meet me at Maple Manor! Did you get lost?' Crimson stared at the message, he didn't even know there was a Maple Manor. So he came here for nothing, and is now trapped in here. He gazed back at the note, he could text Jason after he reads it.

This room is waiting for you, I've kept it ready for you. Come with me, Son. Become my son, my apprentice. Don't leave, and don't be frighten. You've won, you're going to make a great boy. Please don't leave...

Crimson felt a cold feeling shove itself down his throat. He won!? Crimson gulped, so that's what this was all about.

"This person, he waited for people to come. Test them to see if they could find out what happened to the others. If you didn't pass you ended up his meal, he'd drain their blood and...Drink it." Crimson said to himself, a cold wave rushed into the room.

"And the one who finds out, is mine." whispered a sickly sweet tone in Crimson's right ear. He jumped and whirled around, his amber gaze meeting red. The person was male with a white shirt and black pants. The white was stained with red, and his hair was black and messy.

"Your...Damion." Crimson whispered, a finger lightly touched his cheek. Crimson flinched a little as a hand ran through his hair. Damion nodded to him, and gave a dark smile, fangs showing.

"Cold one..." Crimson said, as he was backed up into the wall. Damion nodded again, his red eyes gazed into Crimson's amber ones. He placed a pale hand on Crimson's right shoulder.

"Do you like your room?" Damion purred, smiling at Crimson. He was taking shaky breaths, staring at the Vampire in fear. He couldn't find his voice, it was caught in his throat. Crimson gulped as the vampire looked at him. Damion frowned, and looked around the room, taking steps around.

"I killed the others, they weren't smart enough to be my apprentice. none of them figured out what was the truth, I laid out the clues, and only you pieced them together." Damion sighed, then smirked at Crimson. His red eyes glowed, as Crimson's flashlight went out and the room went dark.

"You've won, Crimson. meaning I won't kill you, no, your the one I've waited for. I want you to relaxed, and by happy. You've won my game, and you get the reward of being my apprentice." he cooed, Crimson took a step back. His throat was dry, and it hurt. Damion gave a creepy smile. Taking steps to the boy.

"Don't worry, you'll soon forget, and this will all be normal." he promised, looking back at Crimson. Who quickly shook his head, fear took him over and he ran. Stumbling away in the dark. Damion frowned again, and laughed.

"You can't run, I'm faster then you. Don't worry, Son. You will remember soon." he laughed, Crimson was already down the stairs, and pounding on the door. It just won't budge!

"Someone, help me!" he screamed, banging on the door. A chuckled came from behind him.

"No one can hear you, your my world now." the tone was that sickly sweet again. Crimson pounded again, then a hand on his shoulder forced him to turn around. His eyes met the vampires red ones. Damion sneered at him, and leaned forward. His red eyes glowed lightly, Crimson found he couldn't look away.

"Relax..." he told Crimson, who began to do so. His body went numb and warm, he let out a soft sigh. His eyelids drooped lightly, Damion chuckled, and leaned forward to his neck. He titled Crimson's head to the side.

'What am I doing!?" Crimson thought frantically, his body just wouldn't listen to him. He was so warm and tired. Something sharp poked his neck, he yelped in pain. Then it faded, replaced by a comforting feeling. Crimson whimpered as Damion drank his blood. It didn't hurt, it felt so, pleasant. Regretfully, Damion pulled away, and bit his own wrist.

He forced Crimson to open his mouth and the blood to hit his tongue. It was so good, before when he tried blood it was terrible. But, this blood tasted good, he drank it slowly. Damion smirked at that, and let Crimson go. He fell to the ground, clutching his head. There was a scream in pain, then his amber eyes faded out.

'Hm, I better get him up to bed.' Damion thought, quickly carrying Crimson up to the room. He laid him down on the un touched bed, Daimon took the phone out of the boy's pocket. He smashed it on the ground, erasing all evidence of his old life. The truck would need to be destroyed, but that can wait. A soft sound pulled him out of his thoughts.

He smiled as the boy began to wake up. Amber eyes flashed red as he looked a Damion.

"Morning Crimson, happy birthday, Son!" he said, Crimson smiled at his father. He had forgotten, today was his birthday.

"I think you mean 'Night' father." he laughed, Damion laughed also. Crimson got up slowly and smiled at Damion. Crimson was pulled into a hug by Damion, he sighed at the warmth from his father.

"Come on, Son. Let's go get something to eat." Crimson nodded to this, his old life was gone. Yet he was happy, and these old memories mean nothing to him.

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