The Blood of Angry Men

Musain Manor

"Taire wake up!" Courfeyrac shouted at his room mate as he hit Grantaire's sleeping face with a pillow. "Time for school, time for school, time for school!"

Grantaire woke to the sound of the Nemo quote, mildly hungover, the bright sunlight hitting his eyes and seemingly making his headache worse. Grantaire rolled out of bed. "Shit, shit, shit!" He muttered to himself. He was taking a summer course at Paris-Sorbonne University. They called the class Paris, villecapitale or, in English, Paris, Capital City. (Im changing what the focus of the course is in this story to suit my needs, but according to the website, its a summer cycle course).

"How the hell is it one forty five already?" he groaned, looking at the clock and pulling on jeans. Courfeyrac shrugged.

The class was long and dull. Grantaire didn't pay attention. He was too busy doodling his classmates in his notebook

All he remembered was something about Musain Manor, but not much else.

When Grantaire got out of class, he received a call from his friend, Eponine. "Hey," she said in her smoker's voice. "I get paid today. Dinner's on me?"

Being the broke student that he is, Grantaire couldn't turn down free dinner

"Sure!"

So he went home, took a power nap, showered, and met 'Ponine for dinner at the Café Musain by Musain Manor.

"You know, we were talking about that old manor down the street in class today," Grantaire said, halfway done with his roast beef and provolone sandwich.

"Oh yeah? Well I hear the place houses vampires"

Grantaire snorted. " Bullshit."

"I bet you twenty bucks you won't go in and find out"

Grantaire chuckled. "Deal. Let me call Courfeyrac. He wouldn't want to miss this."

Three people stood outside the large, gloomy manor, looking at the large yard with overgrown grass. "And don't go sneaking around either. You want the vampiresto hear you," said Courfeyrac, stressing the 'vampire'. He didn't believe that bullshit either.

Grantaire grinned. "No worries. I got this!" He broke the padlock on the old, rusty gate and began his walk down the long, stone pathway, which was surprisingly clear of weeds, Grantaire noticed. "Maybe the vampires are weeding it," he muttered to himself, jokingly.

Grantaire felt no fear. He swung open the old, wooden door and began to sing "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera in his best falsetto while he looked around the house. There was furniture covered in old, white sheets and red drapes and cloth hung all over the walls.

"Think of August when the trees were green!" he cried. He hear a creak, and paused a moment. "Don't think about the way things might have been!" He entered the parlor of the house. Another creak. Grantaire turned to face the noise. He saw a flash of someone with glasses, then his world went black.