Going through the records might not take as long as anticipated. Moonbyul had gone through a lot of them in her spare time, and had been much more systematic about it than I had. So that only left a couple of books in the main library and a dozen so that father had in his chambers. We went through quite a bit of them after dinner yesterday, which meant that I was exhausted and late when I got to the station. Namjoon offered to drive the carriage, so I didn’t have to walk.
“Call for me when you are done.” Namjoon waved as I walked in.
Jungkook looked up from his corner and then looked back at his work. When I got to his space, he briefly looked up. “Still sick, Gray?”
What? “Oh!” I remembered being “sick” yesterday. "Yes, but I am able to work now.”
He ignored me, scribbling furiously at his papers.
“I was thinking of going to the Royal hall before they let the public back in.”
He gave me an astonished look. “You know I do have other work to do.”
“No, no! You don’t have to come. You probably have been there anyway. I’ll just go by myself. I just wanted to notify the station. I don’t want to be trespassing on royal property.” I backed off a little while explaining.
He stood up running his hands through his hair. “I am coming,” he said, taking his coat from the back of his chair. “I don’t even have that much work left. Unlike others I do work normal office hours.”
The Royal hall had the capacity to hold roughly a hundred people in it's biggest hall. Other smaller ones could hold dinner parties of twenty. The main hall had been open that day, but the incident happened at the end of the hallway that led to the garden, quite opposite to where the event had been taking place. Generally, couples passed through here while visiting the garden.
Jungkook scowled at the place. The fact that it was barely 10 min from the station troubled him a lot. It happened so close and he still wasn't able to do anything.
"Why do you still have a walking stick? You are about 20."
"It grew on me. And I am not 20. I am 24." He was surprised by this, expecting me to be younger than him.
We got to the hallway. It was really bright and the gateway to the garden let a lot of sun in. "It's really bright in here during the day."
"I hope your nightly adventure wasn't within the past week," Jungkook noted strolling toward the gateway. He had looked into everything the night of the incident. The hallway had been cleaned soon afterward much to his dismay.
"Of course not," I winked. There wasn't much to look at. The place was spotlessly cleaned. Even when I broke in here, the night I arrived in London, it had been clean. Having read the case report, at least I knew where exactly it happened. I had roamed all night trying to find where the murder took place.
"The cane? Is it your father's?"
I looked up at him. "Yes. This and the dagger are the only thing left of him." That was the standard protocol. Any body, dead or alive, found after a suspected vampire attack was burned for precaution. Even the dagger and the cane was put on fire. They left me with just the handle of the cane and the dagger without the wooden handle it used to have. Moonbyul had fixed them somehow.
"Why is this so clean?? I thought it wasn't classified as an attack." I half-screamed. There was nothing left.
"Protocol."
"Well, it's a stupid one." And it was. There was no evidence ever to suggest venom could be transferred in any other way than a bite from a vampire.
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Fanfiction"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
