Venom

chapter 9. Reality

Anthony closed the door behind us, when I stepped into the hallway. The fact that he stood behind me made me feel uncomfortable. I was afraid of him and what he was.

The mansion was a wonder, in daylight. Though Angus and I were not really close, or even fond of each other, I must admit that he had a nice place.

  "Stay here." Anthony's deep warm voice ordered. He looked at my face, expectantly, and I nodded. I didn't need a drawing or fang bearing to get the picture. He walked towards what I knew was the kitchen.

I stood there for a minute or two before resignation. It was a waste of time to stand here. I walked down the small corridor which I knew led to the mansion's library.

The door was unlocked. I swung it open and entered, my eyes immediately found the only window in the chamber. Unsurprisingly, it was intact. Angus Humphrey had locked me in here, effortlessly. He could have repaired it after what happened. After, the accident.

  'What about the window in front of your balcony, did he repair it too?' A small voice whispered.

No, that was a dream. It was just__ I was tired. It must have been my imagination. Nothing happened.

I know it sounds desperate but I'm sure it was just my imagination playing tricks on me and, yes, I know what the reality is now. I can't escape the truth. Angus has some kind of powers, maybe my mother too. He could help me find her. But I'm afraid too. Afraid of this new world, of this surreal reality.

I'm not ready.

I shouldn't even be here. I have finally accepted the obvious. But that makes me no such person as them. I almost got killed last night. If I was a witch like Angus said, that wouldn't have happened.

Still dwelling in my head. I open some of the books arranged on the shelves, only to discover how inconceivable and implausible they were.

This wasn't just a simple library. As I peek on a number of pages in each one I managed to reach, I uncover of tales and legends; some are about magic and families, and clans. Every single one of them appears particular and intriguing and holds its own secrets.

Tales of a war that end with the starting of another, and another afterwards. Some of these books bear images of creatures that only exist in fairy tales, and weird symbols representing__

  "Gwen"

  I jumped at Angus' voice. "My goodness, jeez!" I turned, ears throbbing red, he was standing in the doorway.

  "You scared me!" I scowled.

  "That wasn't any of my intentions, sorry."

He remained silent for a while, his eyes on mine as I recovered. I had to admit, he had beautiful eyes, a dark shade of blue ocean. But they were also equally, darkly cold, and made his gracious figure a little bite ... intimidating.

  "I always find you in this room," his words seemed innocent, but I knew they held a lot of suspicion. I looked down at the book in my hands.

  "I think it's the atmosphere here, it's cool and pleasant...and I love books, generally. These ones are ... particularly__"

  "Impressive" he cuts me off, gazing at me curiously.

  "Surreal."

The fact that the books were special added to my curiosity . They held me in utter fascination. My gaze left his to the shelves. I knew witches exist, vampires and probably many other creatures I knew nothing about.