Lost In Time _Jelsa_

Just A Load Of Rubbish

Chapter 3
Just A Load Of Rubbish

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...Through a strange door in the Musée du Louvre, I wandered out of my own time and into a mansion in 19th century France.

Hans offered me a place to stay. I fell asleep in my new room and was awakened by a bizarre nightmare.

I have never dreamed about biting me before...

I told the butler, Ah Xuan, about my too real dream, hoping that talking about it would free me from it's power.

"...Just like a vampire would." Talking about it helped. In fact, I was laughing as I finished the story.

"Dreams can be so realistic, even when they are about the most unbelievable things." Ah Xuan was quiet now, and I wondered if he was tired of me pratting on.

"Thanks for listening to my silly dream. I hope you don't think I'm crazy for dreaming about vampires." I smiled embarrassed. I don't know what possessed me that I told him about my dreams or visions whatever they were.

"I don't think you're crazy, nor do I believe it was just a silly dream." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his back against the counter.

"You don't think it was silly?" I was surprised.

"No. Indeed, it's a good sign." I felt a pang of unease at his words.

"My bad dream is a good sign?" I was even more confused now.

"I believe you saw that dream because you're here in this mansion."

"You're not making sense." I shook my head and placed my hands on the counter, he sighed with his raised brows.

"The dream serves as a warning... That you are to give them neither your body nor your heart."

"Them?" His words gave me a weird feeling, a strange fear perhaps. My sixth sense was on high alert and giving me red signals.

"The residents of this mansion. For you see, everyone you've met tonight- they are exactly what you saw in your dream. They are all vampires."

"Did I hear you right? Vampires?" I thought maybe I had something stuck in my ears or something, I'm listening things pssh!

"Yes, Exactly!"

Time stopped. My heart almost refused to beat. Then I saw how deadpan Ah Xuan looked and laughed with relief.

"Ah Xuan, you really had me going there!" I laughed, punching him playfully on the shoulder. But he looked at me with the same dead serious expression.

"But, you see--"

"I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, it helped." I interupted fanning my hand in the air with a playful expression on my face.

There was an old fashioned clock hanging on the wall. I looked at it. Was it really this late?

I'm keeping Ah Xuan up, when I'm sure he's in a hurry to finish his work.

"I think, I'll be able to sleep now. Thank you. And thank you for the water too! Good night, Ah Xuan." I patted his shoulder, walking out of the threshold of the kitchen when I heard him say, "...Good night."

Wan moonlight streamed in through the hallways like ghostly ribbons. It was beautiful but unnerving here in the dead of night.

I'm stuck in turn-of-the-century France, unable to return for at least another month. That part seems true. But the mansion being filled with the greatest men in history? Even if they could have time-traveled, why would they leave their own times? Why stay here when they have lives to live?