Blood Hunt

1. New Home

New home

Gulf took his only luggage, a bag, from the cab and turned to face the huge Iron Encrafted Gate that opened to a Palace like Manson. The high boundary walls screamed their protectiveness. He sighed once more before dragged his feet to the gate. Honestly, he had no other option. No turning back. 

The gate opened automatically and his eyes were wide open to see the view in front of him. It was a solid ten minutes drive from the gate to the main enterance. He lost the count for how many times he had sighed already since morning. 

"Mr. Kanawut". He was startled when a voice called him from behind. As always he was so busy in his thoughts that he didnt realise he was still rooted at his place. .

"Ah.. Ah yes i am". He stuttered for a bit. There was a man in a cart, more like a golf cart to take him to the main enterance. 

"Hop in Sir. Walking will take forever". The man had cold expressions yet he spoke soft. Gulf nodded and stepped on the cart. It was indeed a better option. He had no energy to walk. He was all drained. Emotionally and Physically. And as always he forgot to have his breakfast, like he had an option to have a breakfast anyway.

The drive ended soon as the man pull on the brakes at the main door. 

It was a big Mahagony Door. Delicately designed with the beautiful wood art, though the patrons were beyond Gulf's understanding. There were two door lamps placed at either side of the door on the wall. Huge vases were placed on the foot with beautiful flowers, he didnt ever saw or smell. 

The door opened again without him knocking and it creeped Gulf.  He felt his steps are being monitored. 

"Welcome Mr. Kanawut, please hand me the luggage". A middle age buttler came farward to take the luggage. 

"Mr Suppassit is not available at the moment. He is at his office, that is located in the other wing of this Manson. You can meet him at evening. I believe you would be hungry. Let me show you your room and then you can get fresh. After showering you can come downstairs to the main dining hall. And then you can rest. 

I will inform you once Mr. Suppassit is home and ready to meet you. You will be briefed about your tasks and duties, but i hope you are well informed that from today onwards, this Jongcheeveevat Mansion is your home. The world outside no more belongs to you". The butler informed him about all, making him familiar and comfortable with this place before stopping at a close door, that opened to a room, bigger than the whole apartment Gulf was previously  living in. 

"You will be staying here. The closets are already arranged with the accessories you may need. You can take bath now in the ensuit bathroom. Meanwhile the breakfast would be served". The butler bid his bye and left Gulf alone in the room surrounded by countless thoughts. 

Non-the-less, he grab his bag to get a pair of jeans and tee and a towel before entering the bathroom. That needs a good ten minutes survey to get used to. 

It had a black Marbel theme. A big Jacuzzi by the far end window that shows the lush green garden below. The shower area was all mirror walled. And the whole roof had water outlet. Means the whole cubical was a showering head. It had a walk in closet for in'formal wear. As in PJs. Some sweats. Casual, but still very expensive tee shirts. 

Gulf picked a bottle that apparently said SHAMPOO and stepped into the cubical. Though he wanted to just fill the jaccuzi with warm water and sleep in it. But his stomach had other plans when it grumbled loudly. 

Gulf hurried to take a bath and ran downstairs wearing his non-expensive, in his eyes, cloths. Not that he was feeling complex. But as compare to everything that was surrounding him, yeah those were.