Silver In Our Blood

chapter 3

Origins

Two days later it was wednesday, the middle of the week. And every wednesday, at the Argent manor, it was day off for everyone. And that day was the one I was going to open the West wing.

After looking for hours for the stupid key that would open the gigantic door that kept everyone out of the west wing, I finally found it into my mother's jewelry box. I found interesting things in there, diamonds, mostly, and precious things of all sorts, but one necklace caught my attention. It was dull and seemed really old, it was a silver chain to which was suspended a misshaped medallion. On the medallion was carved what seemed to be a weird beast of some kind circled by other embellishments. It was odd, but not as odd as to why was the key in her jewelry box. Pocketing both key and necklace I raced down the stairs, the thrill of knowledge pulsing through my veins.

Everyday, I had been itching to find out what was out there, and why had it been shut down. When I asked, everyone told me the same thing: "It's easier to heat only one part of the manor". But if so, why would they block all the windows?

I inserted the key in the lock and twisted it. For me, knowledge was like both a christmas present and a birthday present, -not that I had a lot of those anyway, mines were mostly books-… I took in a deep breath as curiosity boiled inside of me, closed my eyes for a second and put both hans on the door. I thought of all those secrets, all this history locked behind those doors for years an years. With a lot of effort I pushed the heavy doors open as they winced on their hinges. A cloud of dust danced in the air before my eyes. When it finally settled I stepped forward into the wing. I was standing in a vast room covered in a dense coat of dust, every object was protected by a blanket to keep them intact during their journey through centuries. It was too dark in here to see colours, not that I would've been able with all this dust. But stepping forward, I started my expedition with the podium right in front of the door.

I held in my breath and closed my eyes as I lifted the cloth in a fast motion. When I felt it was safe to open my eyes again, I gently put down the cloth on the ground and looked at what was under it. An old book was settled on it with a quill resting to it's side. I carefully lifted the leathery cover of the book to discover notes that seemed like an hotel register. Since it was to dark to see, pocketing into the messenger bag I had brought with me I took out a flashlight and pointed it a the writing. At the top was written: Manoir de la famille Argent. under it were three labelled columns: Nom du ou des visiteurs, Date d'arrivée, Date de départ. The oldest date and first one to have ever been written was the 17th of October 1418, under the name of Henri Argent. At first the names were all of our family but then certain names started to be added, the visits started to become more and more closer. A visitor a year 50 years later turned into, a visitor per month, another 50 and it turned into a visitor a week until it turned into 4 visitors a day a thousand year later. The writing slowly turned into english as well as the names. The last names in the book was Samuel Colt, Elizabeth Hart Colt and Caldwell Hart Colt 24th August 1850.

I carefully closed the book and put it in my messenger bag, I would have to make research on the names in this book. Taking light steps to the right making sure not to lift any more dust I uncovered what seemed like huge paintings. Under the covers were four portraits. Milicien Argent, Lauralie Argent, Marie-Alice Argent and Honoré Argent. But one in particular caught my attention, Marie-Alice looked just like me, jet black hair, obsidian eyes, thin nose, full lips. But most important was the necklace sliding down her cleavage, the same as the one in my very own pockets. She was young, probably in her teen years, maybe that year she had to marry a guy she didn't even know, maybe she died of an horrible disease. One thing sure is that they surely were the first owners of this manor.

I carried on my journey by taking the hallway that faced the main entrance to the west wing. Around the middle of the hallway, two arch gave access to two rooms from each side of the corridor. The one on the right seemed like a weaponry, swords, bows, katanas, cross-bows, knives, even guns, the room was filled with dusty weapons of all kinds. Something to make jealous any collector of this world. The room on the left was bigger, even though it's neighbour was already pretty big. It was filled with tables and chairs, chandeliers cascading down from the ceiling and I had a little thought for the guy that had to go up and light every candle on these things every night.

Down at the end of my path stood a gigantic spiral staircase going upward. But then, as I flashed my light on the steps to see where to set my feet, I noticed something terrifying that made my body icy with fear. A trail of freshly made footprint going down the stairs.

It was impossible for anyone to be in, doors, windows, everything was locked, everything was protected. How could he have entered by the second floor anyway? Was he the one that had killed my parents, maybe was he trying to avenge someone or maybe he was just crazy. But one thing sure is that I didn't want to die. Oh no.

Panic comes fast, and there is two ways of dealing with it. Either you flee like hell is on your heels, either you think faster than fear itself.

I quickly turned my flashlight off and as quietly as possible raced up the stairs lifting all the dust I could. Up the stairs was another never ending hallway but this time with more doors. I rushed down it and opened a random door towards the end of the hallway. I took the blanket that covered the nearest objet to the door. With it I started waving it to lift all the dust I could to make my foot prints disappear. Once this done I closed the door and locked it, I whirled around to search for somewhere to hide. I found myself in a bedroom, but there was no time to admire everything, I needed to hide. I lifted as much dust as I could before placing the blanket back at it's place, I uncovered the bed, took one of the gigantic pillows and threw it under, I curled myself in a small ball and hid behind all the other pillows, hoping I was hidden enough.

Breathe, Blaire, breathe.

It took me everything not to cough under all this dust. I felt as if I was suffocating under the protecting cloth. I withdrew my phone dropping it in the process because of the numbness in my hands. I started dialling the police number, when I remembered a little detail. The emergency number is not the same in the USA…

I was panicking more and more feeling tears coming up, blocking my throat.

Don't panic Blaire. Think.

Think.

Think.

I closed my eyes hard until an idea hit me, I rumoured into my bag ignoring my uncomfortable position until I found what I was looking for.

"Call me if you remember anything" He told me as he scribed down his number and gave it to me.

With sticky shaky hands I quickly dialled his number and waited seconds that seemed like an eternity for him to answer. When I finally heard his voice I felt a rush through my body.

"Sam, it's Blaire, there's an intruder in my house." I whispered as fast as I could as my voice cracked with fear.

"Wait, what?" He asked. "Slow down."

"Who's this?" I heard a voice in the background ask. I recognized it as Dean's.

"Sam, I don't wanna die." I cried into the phone as I heard faint steps coming up the stairs.

"Come on out little princess. It's been years since I haven't seen you." A deranged voice spoke up from the end of the hallway making me jump and drop the phone into the sheets of the bed.

I could hear my own heartbeat drumming against my rib chest, I felt like I was about to die of fear as seconds seemed like hours. What was he going to do to me? Torture me? Kidnap me? Kill me?

I heard Sam's faint voice call out my name, but I didn't dare move to find my phone. Tears rolled down my cheeks while I heard the other line go dead. The intruder was taking all his time to come fetch me, as if he only wished I would try and run to chase me.

I never thought that once in my life I would end up in this sort of situation, that my life could be in danger, it seemed absolutely crazy. You know how they always say that stuff like that doesn't always happen to others? Well now I understood that quote perfectly. The way fear made it impossible for you to think correctly, the fact that your life could end very very soon, it was hard to realize that what was happening wasn't a movie nor a story. It was very real and I was utterly terrified.

The steps were getting closer and closer, but they were agonizingly slow. Or perhaps they were fast but adrenaline made it feel that way.

"You know I can smell your perfume from miles away." A sinister laugh escaped his throat,, making shivers run up my spine.

You see, when adrenaline quicks in, it's like the world slows down, like you have all the time in the world to think and to act, like you're invincible. But mixed with fear, it's like a ticking grenade that's waiting to explode any second from now.

"Come on Sam, come on." I repeated silently closing my eyes shut wishing for it to be over as soon as possible.

I thought about my parents, about my childhood, about my friends, about my life. I thought of all the things I would've wished to say, to do, to be. I thought and cried because it was all that I could do.

"Shush shush, Your parents were braver than this." He said as he scratched the wall with something, a weapon most probably.

He was taking his time, he was enjoying the thrill. It was a hunt and I was his hopeless pray, he had me right where he wanted and he was going to make it as long as he could. It was probably his sick obsession, killing was his only purpose.

Tears continued to pour down.

Where are you sam?

The door slowly opened and the man entered the room. I held my breath in, trying to stop the uncontrollable shaking of my body.

The weight shifted on the bed as he sat on it. "Come on sweetie. You can't stay hidden all your life." He marked a pause as he slowly cut the sheet open. "I gave you so much, the least you can do is pay back."

I closed my eyes, he was totally out of his mind.

The sheet opened above my head and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I didn't dare to move.

Please make it quick.

"My sweet Blaire." He dragged what seemed like a long sharp blade across my cheek as he leaned in close, whispering in my hear. "Come home."

His fingers curled like snakes around my arm and I realized that the blade wasn't a weapon but his fingernails. They were like claws, digging into my flesh as I cried out in pain.

"No!" I tried to yank my arm away but he took the other one in his death grip, lifting me off the bed.

My eyes shot open as he spun me around.

At the sight of his face, a piercing scream escaped my lips and a low growl escaped his'. His orbs were glowing of a crimson red, menacing and enraged, like a wild animal, a merciless predator. He snarled showing me his pointy fangs as he put me up on my feet.

I couldn't think straight, what the hell was going on.

"Ever wondered why you're so damn intelligent?" He snarled as tears ran down my face. "Ever wondered why your parents never wanted anything from you in their life?" His claws dug even further in my flesh as blood dripped down my arms. "Why they paid to have you locked away in that asylum? Mm? You're-"

Suddenly there was a gunshot coming from the door way and my predator let me go, jumping through the window sending glass fly everywhere. Dean ran towards the window, gun at ready in his hand, he shot twice again before speaking up.

"Sam! He got away, stay with the girl imma go after him!" He shouted as he ran out the doorway leaving me alone.

I felt the world sway around me, my knees gave up and my body crashed to the ground. Before closing my eyes, I saw a set of brown boots rushing towards me and a man kneeling down.

"Hey, hey. Stay with me okay? It's all right, you're safe now." I heard Sam's voice and obeyed as much as I could.

I saw him tear one of the bed sheets and tie a piece of it around both my arms to stop the bleeding.

"Am I, am I gonna die?" I croaked out still feeling tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Of course not." He answered as if I was dumb for even thinking about it.

His arms snaked around my body and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He put my right arm behind his neck and I whined as pain shot through my arm. My head lolled back as he walked out of the room.

"Hey, don't sleep okay." He demanded.

"I saw." I breathed out. "A w-were"

I was crazy that was it, I was in the middle of an hysteria crisis

I gripped his jacket with my left hand with pain again shooting through my body. I felt so drained of all energy, the remains of the previous rush of adrenaline leaving my veins. I tried to stay awake like he asked me to put I couldn't hold it anymore. My grip on his neck and jacket slowly loosened as my eyelid started to feel more and more heavy. Even though I wanted to stay awake it was like I couldn't control anything.

I saw a were-wolf.

"No, no, no. Don't sleep Blaire." I heard Sam say as he clutched my body closer to his. "Come on."

But it was too late.

Hey there :) Here goes chapter three, I"m not sure I really like it though XD, Blaire isn't dying don't worry she's just a wuss XD Why she can't sleep is that when you do a concussion, sleeping can make it worse :P Please review even though you don't have a lot to say it helps a lot :)
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