I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Fifty-Five

"I do not believe we have. Where are my manners? My name, darling, is Etelm." He watches you closely for some sort of recognition, but you find you are unable to place where you have heard that name before.

You hold your hand out in a polite manner, and wait for him to accept. He stares down at it curiously, taking it and giving you a curt shake and releases.

"You do not recognise my name?" he questions as you shake your head,  

"I'm sorry, should I?" you question as you hear a sharp intake of breath.

Etelms eyes flash to whom you assume gasped, eyes turning to slits.

He quickly looks back down at you, eyes more relaxed than before.

"No, I should not presume so." He turns away and takes his seat across from you.

"Well, now that we are all here, shall we begin?" Alterous smiles towards his guest as a rush of servers enter with plates covered by a silver plate covers.

You watch in disbelieve, the servers had their eyes wrapped in a bloody gauze, and their mouth sewn shut with a thick wire.

The stitching looked to be swollen, sore, and infected. Their skin is a pale-ish green colour with bruising in random areas on their body while they consisted mainly of females of varying ages.

Their hair is pulled into a tight bun and a black dress that passed the knee with an apron, like what Miss wears.

Uneasiness flows through you as you feel overwhelmingly whirling sensation. You grasp the edge of the table as you shut your eyes tightly when one of the girls sets a plate down in front of you.

You open your eyes to find her still standing beside you waiting. You look around, your skin prickling as you notice that the things waited by the table until the last plate was placed.

Your eyes catch Etelms as he watches your reaction with amusement.

"What's wrong doll?" a weird sense of déjà vu hits you as you raise an eyebrow. You open your mouth to speak but close it, finding that if you speak, you might not be able to keep the bile down.

Alterous snaps his fingers and the girls reach in, lift the covers, revealing the first course.

You pick at your salad as the servers leave and conversation ensue. It was very light topics and they spoke quietly amongst themselves.

You could not hear what they were saying so you sit still, finding you have no appetite.

"So, why don't you tell me about yourself?" Etelm asks as he takes small, slow bites of his meal. You find yourself lost in his eyes, missing your home and Hasten even.