The Book of Blood

Chapter T W O:

The next day, we all wake up at around 1 in the afternoon. We all showered, put on black clothing, and walked down a dusty flight of stairs to the basement. I wouldn't call our basement a "basement". If anything, this place was a damn crypt. I could feel all the dead people staring at me every time I went down here. I'm used to it now though. 
When we got to the end of the stairs, Jannelle cut her finger and wrote the word, "Exile" into the iron door. As soon as she finished the last E in the letter, the door melted away and a newly polished flight of stairs were going deeper into the crypt. We got to the end of those and walked into a huge ballroom that looked like it had no ceiling at all. The floor was marble and the walls were painted with murals. Murals that involved demons and angels. We call this the Room of Murals. My favorite mural had a picture of a witch and a human with canine teeth going up against each other. It makes us think about how we've come such a long way. 

By the way, I'm a vampire, a Royal Vampire. I'm not going to get into it right now, but I'm not like the rest of the vampires. Jannelle's a Royal Vampire too. Belle, on the other hand, is a witch. The youngest but strongest witch the coven has. Then we have Olivia. Olivia is a spirit, a strong spirit. She used to be alive when we all met each other. She was normal like any other human, except that she could see, talk, and make spirits appear. This caused her to get bullied to the point where she killed herself. We told her not to do it. We did everything we could for her not to do it. She had friends and everything in real life. It wasn't like she was sad or anything. Olivia said, " I just wanted to be with my friends on the other side." We were against it and told her not to do it. It's clear that we were of no help.

She died at the age of 17 and was vacant from all worlds for literally 3 years. The rest of us were devastated. It hit me hard. She's so weird and cool and she matched my energy. I literally was so bitter and mean throughout those three painful years. Finally, Belle realized she could bring her back. It took her only about a week for her to learn the spell. When Belle did the spell, Olivia appeared but she was a true ghost. After 2 months, she was able to talk and do all the normal things. You can touch her and she can wear different clothes. Everything......when she wants to. It's weird. 

Anyways, we were walking down the darkest hallway and I hear Belle whispering. "I hate going down this hallway. It's just so dark and sad and-," she says looking around while grinding her teeth. Olivia goes to Belle and wraps her arms around her and says, "It's fine. The ghosts aren't going to possess you this time." "Fuck you.........I'm sorry." I laugh as we get the last door on the right. I kick down the door and walk in like the host of a talk show. 

"I am alive and well! I know I've been missed..." 

A girl ran past me with the man we captured the day before. We were in a white room with only one stool. She pushes the man in the stool and with a flick of Belle's hand, chains were wrapped around him. The girl turned towards us and raises her eyebrows. "You guys captured him quite fast without me. Is he that weak?" 

This girl's name is Dominique. She's one of the werewolves that I and Jannelle actually like. We met at the same time I met the others. She wasn't a werewolf at the time but I guess she was apart of the lineage. When she came back, she wasn't different except she smelled like a wet dog. I don't know if you know but like all the stories point out, vampires and werewolves have an ugly past with each other.  Especially now, after the whole incident. 

I shake my head and walk towards the man. I slap him across the face and snap my fingers. His eyes are open and their black. I stare deep inside his eyes and begin to ask questions. "What about young girls makes you want to kill them?" 

"Their blood is just sweet and full of life. The sounds they make are just so soothing." 

"Who is your trainer and where are they?"

"It's a girl named Haylee Landons. She goes to a college in Chicago."

I look back at Jannelle with an annoyed look. We've encountered that bitch many times. She can't train for shit. She's forbidden from turning anyone into vampires. Knowing her, she probably forgot.

"What did you do after you're done with them?" 

He shudders in pleasure as he begins to tell me, in detail I might add. "Before they died completely, I would take their unconscious bodies and strip them.  I would lick their nipples and thighs and-" Before he could say another word, I wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. 

This person is a horrible excuse for a man. He's a disgusting pig and needs to be obliterated. I guess I blacked out because the next thing I know, I feel hands pulling me back away from the man. I come back to my senses when I hear Belle and Jannelle calling my name. I look down at my shaking hands. I see a mirror in front of me and I see me but with huge fangs and red eyes. They retract back into my gums, once I calmed my breathing.

Jannelle took my place and continued the questions, but as we continued, I could tell that she was getting angry as well. Her hands were shaking with anger but she controlled herself and finished all the questions. After we were done, I snapped my fingers and he blinked three times and his eyes went back to their original color. He looks around confused and asks, "Where am I?" 

"Don't worry about it. You'll be going to jail or a mental asylum now. You admitted everything you did to them. You sick fuck."

 He tries to lie his way out but he freezes mid-sentence and looks past us towards the door. 

In the doorway, was a tall, dark man. His eyes were white without pupils, which is weird but I guess he was already doing his job. He walked into the room and the man started to scoot back. I smile at him and walk towards him, with my arms out for a hug. 

"Well, if it isn't my favorite male. How are you, Daniel?"