What Lies Beneath

Chapter 12

Narrator’s p.o.v 

The next morning with the sound of a click, Ishaan entered stomping in his room from the doors and shut them close behind him. His mood was wearily off today, and why wouldn’t it be when he had to spend the whole night just to find some details about a crap man and still have to return empty handed on everything. The case was completely ridiculous, a total waste of time. 

After reaching the mansion last night, Ishaan parked the car before the gates and told Misha to go inside first as he has some work to do and will be right back in a while. Dropping her to the home, he drove off to a place which was around 600 meters away from the mansion and parked his car on the side. 

Coming out of his car, he saw a man cladded in black robes standing near a fountain in that aley. His face was covered with its hoodie and a few silver jewelries tucked on his clothings were adding the pearls to its beauty. It was the moon that was shining above them apart from the street lights that were far distant from them and that's the reason why they found this place perfect to meet. 

Ishaan walked up to him and the man bowed in curtsy, surprising him. "Greetings sire."

He was taken aback by the sudden formalities but kept the act and bowed after. "You should have dressed a little more like a human. If somebody sees you like this, what’d you answer?

"I didn't have much to choose between my clothes and besides, it was an urgent matter so I couldn't get enough time to go through your closet and steal your clothes just to please your eyes so, I had to come the way I live, sire."

Ishaan stared at him from the top to bottom with raised brows, feeling offended. “Done with the formalities? Now tell me what’s so important that you have to come here and inform me personally.”

The man pulled the hoodie from his face and threw it on his back. Looking very human and calm, he smiled at Ishaan. His height was the same as to the person standing next to him, eyes filled with sparky merriness, skin exquisitely fair and contrasting the colour of his robe. His hair perfectly set on the slides of his forehead that made him look very young by his looks although he was far near young coming to the numbers in age. 

Slowly, he pulled an envelope from his robe and showed it to the latter. Ishaan glared at the envelope before taking it in his hands and took out the paper present in it. 

“It’s from My Lord.” The former paused, giving him time to check the envelope which had just a picture of someone. A man in his 40s, wearing a maroon vintage suit was sitting holding flowers in his hands with a small profound smile settled on his lips. It seemed there was someone sitting beside him but the picture was torn in two and being old, it was a little worn off as well. 

The man in the robe continued, “His name is Ryan and he is a 362 year old vampire who’s out on killing innocent people for no purpose. He’s been doing this for the past two years now. Back then it wasn’t a big problem but in recent months he had gone uncontrolled and isn’t even cleaning up the bodies left behind which has caused us trouble in many towns. Is it a warning or threat, we don’t know yet but Ishaan we need to take action against him.”

Ishaan heard his words carefully and pursed his lips in thought. “We… definitely need to take action against him but, why are you telling me this? Isn’t it the council’s work to do?” He asked with his brows forming a frown. The former stared at him with an expression as if he already knew Ishaan was going to ask this.     

“It is, but this guy is utterly smart. He leaves no proof behind nor does he fall into our traps, so it’s becoming a little hard for the council to catch him.”