Author's Note: I'm putting in two new characters, Maiza Avaro and Luck Gandor from Baccano!. I'm running out of ways for Germania to beat Gil, I keep thinking, maybe I'll have him rape him, but I'm still not too sure about that. I'd love to hear what you guys have to say about that and stuff. I know you'll all probably say no, but still. He doesn't have to get raped, but I just want your opinion on stuff. Also, that song in the last chapter, Stupid Grin by Dragonette, I didn't realize how PERFECT it went with that scene until I read over it while reading it. PERFECT! Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
"Looks like an old lady's house. An old vampire lady." Alfred said, looking around Valentin's home. Eliza scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something foul. "Smells like Romanian. Ugh. Come on, I want to get started so I can hurry up and get out of here." she said walking further into the living room. The two had waited for the residents of the home to leave so that they could sneak in. It was Eliza's idea; she wanted evidence some kind of evidence that proved the Romanian was a vampire, Alfred just came along to pick locks and because he thought it would be fun. "Why, are you scared we'll get caught? Cause I'm not! I'm going to be the hero and prove to everyone that this little bastard is a vampire! Surely then Artie will believe me! He'll be all, 'Oh Alfred! You were right! He could have sucked my blood, I'm so glad you saved me, you're my hero!' Then they'll through me a parade and-"Alfred babbled, arms waving around dramatically in accompanying gestures when he was interrupted with a pillow to the face by an irritated Hungarian.
"Shut the hell up! And no, I'm not afraid of getting caught, I just don't want to get infected with Romanian germs! AND this was MY idea, you're not the 'hero', nor is anyone going to throw you a parade." she said, holding the pillow to Alfred's face. He swatted the cushion away, fixing his glasses. "Is there even a disease called Romanian?, if so then it must SUCK!" Alfred asked, earning am eye roll from his partner in crime. "You're such a fucking idiot." Elizaveta muttered, turning away from the American and walking down the hall. She opened went every door in the hall way, the first one against the stairs locked. "Hey, Alfred, come pick this lock for me." she demanded, still jiggling the doorknob.
Alfred jiggled the pins he used in the lock until he heard a click, turning the knob. Elizaveta stuck her head inside, the darkness swallowing most of her. "There's nothing in here." she whispered mostly to herself. She stepped farther into the small space, hitting her head on a hanging light bulb. "Ow!"
"What, what happened? Eliza?" Alfred began to panic. He would never admit it, afraid that it would ruin his self proclaimed 'hero' title, but Alfred was terrified of the dark, of the monsters, ghosts, zombies, and now possible vampires that lurked in the dark. "Elizaveta?" He called again when he didn't hear an answer the first time. "Boo!" Eliza jumped out of the dark space, nearly giving Alfred a heart attack. "AHHH!" he screamed before Elizaveta could clamp a mouth on his hand. "Shut up! Do you want the neighbors to hear?" she scolded, Alfred shaking his head 'no'. "Let's go."
The American's blue eyes widened behind his glasses, "But it's dark!" he hissed, taking a step back from the Hungarian. Eliza rolled her eyes and turned around, feeling around the air for the light bulb and the string to click it on. A dim light poorly illuminated the small space, showing a few stairs and a wooden, medieval looking door at the bottom. "Alfred, come on, I think I found his dungeon!" the girl squealed in menacing excitement. Alfred poked his head in the door way, glad that it was no longer dark, but still creepy none the less. He hopped down the steps to meet Elizaveta at the bottom, "You think this is his dungeon?" he asked, looking at the door as if it had some sort of hieroglyphic language on it that he was trying to understand. It didn't. "I don't think, I know. It has to be," she said smoothing her hands on the door, "I mean, vampires have dungeons, right? And just look at this door! It's got dungeon written all over it." she whispered in confidant amazement. "Yeah, it's where they keep their victims for when ever they want blood, like a wine cellar, just with humans, and blood instead of wine. But it doesn't say 'Dungeon anywhere on it." Eliza looked at him annoyed, "I got it, I didn't need you to explain it to me and you're an idiot. Come, on, let's go inside."
Alfred's head snapped in her direction, a look of irrational fear written all over his face, "What? You can't be serious! The walls are probably soaked in blood and dead bodies all over the place! I'm not going in there!"
"Fine, then I'll just have to go by myself then. Some kind of hero you are." she huffed, pushing Alfred out of the way to tug on the handle. She tugged a few times, finally noticing a large old looking pad lock on the handle and a metal loop stick out of the wall near it. "Ugh, damn it! It's locked, that means it's gotta be a dungeon and that Romanian shit doesn't want anyone to see it!" Eliza cursed with a huff. "That's great, now let's get out of here before some zombie or something bursts through the door!" Alfred urged running up the stairs and out of the tiny room. Eliza rolled her eyes with her hands on her hips, taking out her camera and snapping a few pictures of the door and lock before heading up the stairs as well.
When she got back upstairs, she found Alfred raiding the fridge. "What the hell are you doing?" the blonde perked up above the fridge door, a sandwich hanging from his mouth. "I got hungry." he muffled around the sandwich. Elizaveta growled and marched over to him, "They're going to notice that their food is missing, we're not supposed to leave a trace, remember? Put all that stuff away!" Alfred pouted put did as he was told, putting the food he had in his arms back in the fridge, as well as the half eaten sandwich. "What are you doing?" The Hungarian asked. "You said to put everything back, so I am." the blonde defended. "Not the half eaten sandwich!"
"Well what do you want me to do with it?"
"Just finish eating it! Ugh, why did I drag you along?" She asked herself, putting a hand to her forehead. "Cause I'm so totally cool." Alfred answered through a full mouth, closing the fridge door. "Yeah, that was it." Elizaveta muttered to herself, going back into the living room and up the stairs to snoop around.
They spent the next few hours snooping through the house to try and find something to prove that the Romanian was a vampire, or at least to humiliate him with, when Alfred found it. "Hey! Eliza, come here! I think I found something!" He shouted from Valentin's room. Elizaveta came in, seeing Alfred with a book in his hands, "What is it?" She asked. "Diary." Alfred grinned mischievously, waving the book around. "Perfect." Eliza smirked, taking the book from the boy's hands and flipping through the pages. "This is perfect. Okay, let's go, damn bastard is careful, I cant find anything else." Alfred nodded, he was worn out from searching the house. "Wait, there are still two rooms we haven't checked yet downstairs." he remembered. "But their locked." Alfred waved a couple of pins around in the air silently saying, 'I can pick locks remember?' Eliza nodded and they both ran down the stairs, diary still in the Hungarian's hand.
They went for the door at the end of the hall first. Alfred tried the knob before attempting to pick it, finding it unlocked, he gave Eliza a look then turned the knob. He was suddenly tackled to the ground by a large Carpathian Sheppard growling as it stood over him. "Uh, E-Eliza? Get it off of me!" he screamed as he tried to wiggle out from beneath the dog. Eventually freeing himself, the two ran from the house, slamming the door on the way.
When Valentin arrived home, he was still upset at what happened at the club earlier that night. "Zanzibar? How did you get out?" he asked mostly to himself, going to ruffle his dog's fur. Zanzibar barked and licked at his master's face. "Ookay~, none of that." Valentin said, moving his now wet cheek away from his dog. Valentin yawned and stood up, "Well, Tati's (dad/daddy's) tired, so be good, I'm going to sleep." he said with another yawn and stretched, following his brother up the stairs, and quickly dressing out of his uniform, flopping on his bed and instantly falling asleep. He was worn out and the crying in the staff bathroom didn't help. His heart hurt, his feet hurt, and so did his head; right now, he just wanted to sleep.
When Gilbert got home, he could barely stand. When he made it to his bedroom, he fell on to his bed, ready for sleep. His father was already in bed, so he wasn't to be beat tonight.
Come Monday morning, Gilbert's ass still hurt from the whipping he got Thursday night, and Valentin's heart still hurt from Friday night. Everyone Valentin passed either scurried away from him, snickered, or flat out laughed at him. He was confused, going to his locker as a few more students practically ran from him and down the hall. Valentin furrowed his brows, and opened his locker hesitantly. Last time he was actually at his locker, it puked glitter all over him. Satisfied that nothing was going to spurt out he put some of his books away. All day people would avoid him, treating him as if he were some kind of weirdo who kept people in a dungeon for a blood supply like wine in wine cellar.
Valentin was heading to drama when he stopped to pick up a piece of familiar looking paper in the hallway. His eyes widened when he realized that it was a page from his diary.
August 18, 2012
Dear Diary,
It is the 18th of August, 2012, 9:46 pm. I am currently on a train to the airport in Bucharest.
Today is the day I leave for America to go live with Aleks. I don't want to go, but then again I do. When I'm there in that castle, I can still hear the screams of my parents, the gun shots. But, I'm afraid that if I go, I wont be close to my parents, even though they're gone. I am a very superstitious person, as you know, so I feel as if they are still here. I don't want to leave them but I don't want to stay. At least I can look forward to seeing my brother. I haven't seen him since Christmas. I do miss him. I'm afraid that I wont fit in in America. Brother says it's a world academy that I will be attending, so I suppose I shouldn't be too worried. I am going to go now, I'm tired and I still have 3 hours until arrival.
La revedere
Valentin read over his entry, suddenly worried that someone had his diary. He looked around at the other shuffling students. Anyone of them could have it, he thought. The minuet bell rang, snapping Valentin out of his thoughts. He rushed down the hall to his drama class, diary page in hand,
Gilbert, on the other hand, sat in history class, trying his hardest to hover above his seat, the weight of himself on his still sore backend almost unbearable. He had asked to go to the bathroom four times just so he could stand up. "Gilbert? You okay?" Mr. Mustang asked, stopping his lesson to look at his fidgeting student. Gilbert shook his head, there was no use in lying, he really wasn't. "Do you need to go to the nurse?" his teacher asked. Gilbert nodded his head and his teacher wrote him a note, the boy leaving the room but not going to the nurse. Instead he went outside, up to the roof.
When Valentin got home, there was a police cruiser in front of his house. With a sudden rush of worry, Valentin bolted into his house to meet two police officers and a very irritated Aleks. "Aleks, what's going on?" he asked after entering his house. His brother sit with his arms crossed on the couch, the two officers turning to see the boy who had just arrived. "Ah, are you Valentin?" the officer with rimmed square glasses and slicked back hair asked. "Y-yes sir." Valentin answered. "I'm Officer Maiza Avaro. This is, my partner Officer Luck Gandor." the officer with the glasses introduced. "H-hi." Vali squeaked out, closing the front door and coming closer to the couch. "Can I ask what's going on?" the blonde asked. "Certainly." Officer Gandor smiled, a thick New York accent, much like his partner's. "You see, we got a report that you have a makeshift, what was it Maiza?" the officer turned to look at the other. "Dungeon." Officer Avaro offered.
Officer Gandor nodded, "Right, dungeon." He said uncertainly. "Anyways," Avaro continued for his partner, "the person who called, said you were keeping people chained in your, uhm, dungeon. But with lack of evidence,"
"And belief." Gandor added. "And belief, we just wanted to come and check it out, make sure everything was okay." Avaro finished. "Your brother hear said that the room we were told was a dungeon was your area, and that you were the only one with a key. So, we were just waiting for you." Gandor said with a soft smile. Valentin nodded. "Okay. The room under the stairs?" he asked, pointing towards the door by the stairs. Both officers nodded and Aleks yawned loudly. "Okay, The key is upstairs, I'll go get it." Valentin said, gaining permission to go and get it. He went upstairs to get his key and while up there he opened his nightstand drawer where he kept his diary, finding it missing.
This startled him. He knew it was right there when he left for work Friday; he hadn't opened the drawer since. Someone was in the house. Or maybe it was just Aleks-,no Aleks wouldn't touch it. Then- "Valentin? Could you hurry up?" Officer Gandor called up the stairs. "Y-yea, sorry!" the blonde called back down and grabbing the key that also sat inside the drawer. Valentin thumped down the stairs to the first door of the hallway, trying to unlock it, only ending up doing the opposite as it was already open. Strange, he thought, he was sure he it was locked before. Funny. Valentin opened the door and led the officers inside, clicking on the light and unlocking the huge wooden door. Upon seeing the door, the officers glanced at each other, unsure.
The door swung open, revealing not a dungeon, but a miniature library. There were shelves upon shelves stocked with books, a violin case against a wall next to what looked like a fainting couch, two tables at the front of the room. "It's just my library. Who said I had a dungeon?" Avaro was the one who answered, "They didn't say. Wanted to stay anonymous. They kept saying something about a vampire living here and a dungeon." Valentin groaned and rolled his eyes. "I get that a lot. Being from Romania and all. I'm sorry for wasting your time officers." the boy apologized.
"Aleks," Valentin said as his brother began to go back up to his room. "Wha?" he replied, standing in the middle of the stairs. "I think someone was in our house." Valentin said. "Yeah. You, me, and those cops." Aleks scoffed, his little brother shaking his head. "No, I mean…it must have been while we were out."
"Why do you say that, Vali?"
"Because, the door to my library was unlocked, I specifically remember locking it a few days ago, I haven't been down since. A-and Zanzibar, he was out of Eden's Room. I know I closed that door." Aleks sighed, "Vali, I'm sure it's nothing. Zanzi knows how to open doors, and maybe you just thought you locked the door. Don't jump to conclusions. Or hey, Maybe it was mom and dad. Maybe they followed you."
"That's not funny Aleks."
"I wasn't trying to be." Valentin shook his head again as Aleks again ascended the stairs, "My diary is gone." Aleks stopped climbing the stairs for a moment then continued up, "You just misplaced it." he assured closing his bedroom door.
Valentin sighed, maybe he did just misplace it. He went up to his room to go look for it.
When Gilbert got home, a slight limp in his gait due to his still sore backend, he knew what was coming to him and was mentally prepared for it. He limped down to his bedroom, throwing his book bag down and put Gilbird, who was still in his cage, in his closet, saying, "Sorry buddy, but I don't want you to see what he he's gonna do, Okay? Not like last time." There were tears in his read eyes as little black one peered up at him worry. Gilbert offered a false smile and shut his closet door as his father entered the room.
Author's Note: Okay, so still, suggestions are open. Not much to say about this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it! I love reviews!