I HATE VAMPIRES

Chapter 33

Just as I had expected the attic wasn't very clean. It looked as if a herd of chickens came clucking in and messed up the place. Scattering crumples of papers everywhere from the force of there wings.

In the middle of the room, there was singular desk, in need of a deep polish. It had one very dim light hanging over the it, giving a musty yellow glow just under where it hung and the rest of the room was exiled to darkness.

The smell was uniquely old and rotten, dust invaded every nook and cranny, even my nose tingled and my arms itched because of the dust mites. I crinkled my nose in disgust.

Considering it was a new house, I wondered how the attic looked so bad and smelled like there was rotting yogurt laying around.

It was all just very unusual.

There were millions of diagrams pinned around the walls and pictures to match writing. Some were new weapon designs, the formulas and the sketches. Some where housing plans, blueprints and much, much more. All labeled in much detail, diagrams leading to other diagrams with trails of thread and neon coloured post-it notes.

"What are we looking for?" Darren asked behind me.

I turned my head to see his gaze locked on me "My part in this whole thing? I'm not sure, I'll know when I see it. There has to be some recognisable documents somewhere in all this mess." I threw over my shoulder and gestured to crumples of paper at my feet.

Taking another gaze around the room, I noticed quite a lot of electrical equipment. Microscopes, saws, lots of things I honestly couldn't name nor probably knew how to work.

Then my gaze came upon a fridge, tightly sealed away in the corner, shielded by darkness.

"Why would he have a fridge?" I asked myself aloud.

I carefully dodged papers sprawled across the floor in order to get to the fridge, and once I got a look inside I couldn't describe a feeling.

There was test tubes filled with dark liquids, labeled with names and dates going all the way back to 1634.

In the freezer, there was ice, like there was in any other normal freezer but there were frozen tiny pills.(Which I do not recall ever seeing my mother bring home from the market on her daily trip to get food.) There were jars, with liquid sludge oozing out the corners, not fully solidified. Boxes, labeled 'Experimental Remains' scrawled messily across with fingerprints of blood at the edges.

Was it terror or shock? I think It was a little bit if both, but more on the terror side of things.

"What are these?" I questioned, not trusting myself to finger anything in there.

Darren's footsteps immediately sounded through the room. His hard walk practically crushing the hard, wooden floor.

His head leered over my shoulder and glanced into the freezer.

His eyebrows furrowed, and I could ask most see the gears in his head turning as fast as the speed of light.

He stuttered, "I-I think these might be poison pills, maybe even drugs,"

"What? Like drug, drugs?" I questioned.

"Ugh, well," he huffed, "You see our world drugs aren't like your drugs, vampires and werewolves have a much faster metabolism for your stuff. This stuff-" he pointed to the small pills, "Are much stronger. I mean if a human took this stuff who knows the side effects, and that's even if they are actually drugs." Darren explained.

"This is all too weird. The fridge, the weapons. I mean, I knew Mark was funny - but not this funny. I mean he's always so crisp, so clean and well presented. There can't be a slob behind this guy, it's not possible. You're either a pig or a clean freak. You can't be both. He doesn't seem like a lab expert either. He's not very scientific, he's more like, gadget guy." I explained, closing the freezer door and turning to him with my eyes full of questions.