The Nighte Moorin Chronicles

Chapter Six

POV--Vlad

"Ughhh..." I groan as I wake up, my head feels heavy. I had fallen asleep on the couch, in a most uncomfortable position. How I fell asleep, I know not. For a minute, I lay there on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I have no thoughts in my mind at this moment, just tiredness.  I rub my eyes, and slowly sit up. I feel groggy, almost lazy. I sighed, It's time, I think to myself. She better not come back around here. And with that, the anger comes flooding back. My face feels hot, my palms start to sweat, and I grit my teeth. I hate myself, I am ashamed of myself for giving the human girl even a second of my thoughts or concerns. She doesn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve any of it. She is just a pathetic human, who thinks trespassing is an okay thing to do.

I rest my head on the palms of my hands, and side my face down my hands. The anger in me seems to rise up my body, even though I feel exhausted, like my whole body is still asleep. I feel heavy, and almost stiff-like.I try to calm myself but it doesn't work. Im too worked about that stupid girl.

Ugh I'll never understand women, or humans, or anyone.. UGHHH

I stand up and walk to the window, which has a closed drape. I peak it open a crack, my heart racing. The sun has barely peaked over the horizon. Im lucky today, I think to myself. This is very good timing, and I make my way out of the room. Clenching  my fists so as not to break anything by "Accident". I close the oak door behind me, and walk across the marble stone, across the threshold of the main entrance.

A crystal chandelier hands in the middle of the room, and wide, sweeping stairs line one wall. Curving up to the second floor. Old photos of people line the all. A round table sits a bit infront of the door, so as to provide a area for somone to set their things down.

I stood in the middle of the room, looking up at the Chandeliers. I breathe deeply, trying to calm my nerves but it doesn't seem to help. I still feel the overwhelming sensation of pure hatred for such a horrible species. How they survive I don't... i don't know how they even did survive.

Feeling the flow of rage again, I close my eyes. After a few minutes, I decided to hell with it, and was to continue on my way.

I enter another room which contains a lounge room, or wait room. It has a lounge, chairs, couches, bookshelves, and a fireplace of stone, marble and brick. Handmade fireplace, with a history to tell. Maybe I can calm my nerves here. I'll just pick a book that isn't about humanity being so great.

I grab a book off of one shelf and sit down in a chair. I open to the first page and start to read, my sweaty palms leaving marks on the paper.

After a bit, the book gets boring. Ghe character turns out to be a sappy romantic, and the bravest character, and most  worthy, was executed for treason. Lucky world, eh

I feel the rage start to rise again  in my body when I hear something. I quietly set down the book, and listen. I get up and slowly go to the door, peak outever so slightly. I walked back across the threshold.

As I am walking passed the door, I suddenly stop. I whip around, and demand

"What do you want."

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