The Purple Blood Rose

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Heads up before we begin, every character in my books are purely made up. Everything I write is purely made up, coming solely from my creative imagination. Anything coincidental, is purely accidental. As for this phrase: "Kraenama estøl gw€ne vydral." Kraenama is one of Hades apprentices. Estøl gw€ne vydral translates to: will kill you. grúl translates to: me. Mind you, everything is purely made up, including the languages and form of speech. Thank you and please do keep reading: )
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Camera lights flashed across the musty-smelling, dust-filled room. Government agents were scattered throughout the apartment, attempting to piece together exactly what had happened a few nights ago.

Earlier that morning

Earlier that morning, a local resident had woken up to an awful stench wafting throughout her apartment on the floor above.

Noticing the sickly sweet aroma that had hit her senses, she decided to dial the manager at the front desk and report an odd smell coming from the apartment floor below hers. The manager told the woman he would check it out, but that he believed it was nothing.

After hanging up the phone, the manager opened up the top left drawer of his desk, reaching in for the immense key ring, rattling as soon as his grubby hand grabbed a hold of it.

The apartment manager wasn't exactly someone you would picture as an ambitious man.
He was short and chubby, about 5'4" and 398 lbs, with balding brown, long hair crowning his head. Large bifocals framed his eyes, which sat upon his hawkish nose, granting him a creepy look from mother's and fathers out on a stroll with their children.

He ran out of the office building, keys jinggling in his left hand, towards the apartment below the young woman who had called in the complaint. Halfway down the hall, the man stopped sprinting dead in his tracks. He had caught the aroma of something sickly sweet, sticking to the air surrounding himself.

The man started slowly moving down the hall, goosebumps running up and down his arms, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. His hands felt cold and clammy, sweat pouring from his face as if he had just gotten out of the shower.

Finally he reached the door and knocked on it, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was no sound of voices nor movement coming from the other side off the door, so the man decided to sort through his ring of keys and unlock the door.

When the man opened the door, he got hit in the face with the stench of something dying. He walked through the entry way, dust floating through the air with every step he took. He searched throughout every room, a layer of dust covering everything as if the owner had just up and left.

He finally walked towards the kitchen down the hall, jumping at the sound of glass being crunched. He stopped and looked down has he raised his right foot, noticing the crushed glass underneath.

As he walked into the entry way of the kitchen, he froze at the sight of his tenant lying dead on the floor. The body looked cold and gray, the skin already starting to peel away. Blood surrounded the corpses upper portion of the body, dried up and staining the kitchen floor.

The manager felt a lump stuck in his throat, he was horrified by the sight to the point that he was beginning to hyperventilate. He decided to immediately dial 911 and call the cops, informing them of the address, building and any information necessary.

Back to the present

The young woman who had made the complaint to the manager earlier that day, sat in a chair at her dining room table sipping from her mug of steaming black coffee. Her skin was the color of roasted almonds, her hair a black frizzled mess. She had cat-like eye's that sparkled like jades, and Angelina Jolene lips. Her figure was slim, almost cat-like and fit. At the moment, she was afraid and fearful.