Bloodrayne 《A Vampire Novel》

《Chapter Two》

       I remember when I was truly alive.  I remember the constant need to breathe. I also remember my own funeral. It was beautiful, no matter how depressing you think it is, but it was.
      Flowers were inside my coffin, beautiful red roses and black lilies. I could hear my mother weeping beside me, and my father was trying to console her. This was five-hundred eleven years ago. I've been counting.
      Many have tried to enter my castle, since it had long been abandoned. But, none haven't come back alive.
      

     Jonathan woke to his youngest jumping on top of him yelling, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! It's morning time!" The man opened his eyes to Ashley now poking his cheek and making clicking sounds with her mouth. "I'm up, Ashley." He mumbled grabbing his glasses and resting them on his nose, taking the child in his arms. Jonathan stood with his daughter in his arms, leaving his room in the presidential suite to wake Jessica.
          He opened her door, to see her awake and on her phone, talking with one of her friends. Jonathan knocked on the door frame, catching her attention. "Sorry Meredith, I have to go." Jessica hung up and turned toward her dad, "Yes?"
          "Were going to get breakfast. Then I'm going to have Uncle Jared babysit you both so I can go to work." Jessica frowned, "I don't NEED to be babysat, dad." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Well, sweetheart. I have work to do, and I can't trust that you'll watch Ashley, now can I?" Jessica sighed, standing up from her bed, crossing her arms. "Ugh. Fine. But don't expect me to be happy about it." The blonde stormed out of the room, murmuring nonsense under her breath.
         "That's my girl...." Jonathan smiled to himself as he picked up Ashley, making her giggle.

     Day Two
     Dear Diary,
         My daughters and I have made residence in Hotel Morrigan. Which ironically, has a lot of historic ties to the Upshire castle. Cool right?
        Like, back in 1501, the Upshire family built Upshire castle. And later on, Hotel Morrigan was built in 1509 as a memorial to the princess. After those two occurrences, there has been over five-hundred deaths per each building! It's amazing! Morbid, but amazing!
        This reminds me of when I went to visit Hotel Cortez in Los Angeles, California. Murder Mansion as I call it. And actual Murder House in LA too, before I go on a rant about where I've been, here's the list:
-Murder House
-Hotel Cortez
-Briarcliff Asylum
-Roanoke Colony
-The grave of  Delpine LaLaurie and Marie Catherine Laveau  (that was fun)
Okay, onward!!!

So, after I finished researching, I dropped off my kids to my brother-in-law. And I joined with my brother at the Spoon. Where J.K Rowling wrote most of the first book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I had brought out my laptop, and done the search of  the layout. There wasn't one.
       I was kinda disturbed, by the fact that many teams of explorers came in and out of that place. But, I have to sign off for now.

          The coffee shop was rather quaint, quiet. The man typed away at the keyboard, not looking up at the woman in front of him. "Hey hun. I 'aven't seen any Brits 'ere in a long time~. What'cha here for~?" The lady asked, as he glanced up. She had pale skin, black hair, maroon-brown eyes, and plump lips. She was beautiful, but in an off-setting way. "Uh...Just, coffee?"
         "Ah, ya one of those. I respect that." She said, making me confuse myself. "What?"
         "You're not one of those slutty men who come here to pick up a chick and sleep with her." I laughed, "Madam, I have two kids. I have no desire to do that." I smiled, she smiled back. "Valentina Sholvaknov. You are?"
       "Jonathan Stanton."