Jeon Jungkook didn't let it go. He had been diligently spying on our house and accompanied Moonbyul on her walks to and fro Tae's apartment. She was extremely exhausted from the trips and more so from Jungkook constantly bothering her for information. But she was more reliable than anyone else and only one among us who knew multiple non-linked pathways through London. She even took horses and carriages at times to disguise her movements.
On the day of their arrival, Moonbyul woke me up and asked if I wanted to change into appropriate clothes. I was really worried last night and sore all over because of that. I shook my head, but she wasn't looking.
I didn't even bother to answer out loud and just put on a robe over my nightgown. Moonbyul grimaced at that. She did like things to be in order, wearing proper clothes was one of them.
She moved so fast on mornings or maybe I moved slowly. She had already made the bed and was opening the curtains. "What should we do about him?" She pointed at a dark figure trying to hide behind the leafless fauna.
I went up to the window to get a closer look. It was getting cold these days. I felt bad. "I'll get him. I am sure they won't mind."
I walked up to him as he was trying to hurry away unsure of what direction he should take.
"Jungkook, have you ever been inside the house?" I said keeping the hostility to a minimum as he tried looking the other way in an effort to escape notice.
"Um," he looked back. "No."
"Do you want me to show you around? They'll be here in a couple of hours."
"Yes, yes." He looked excited at the prospect.
The Gray Manor was an actual grey house. Unlike other houses that get their name from the family who lived in it, we got our name from the house. With the industrial revolution running full steam, most of London looked grey these days, but Gray Manor was especially made this color. Father used to say it's easy to scrape off the vampire blood from this surface. It looked blood stained to begin with.
While grandpa used to say, magic never dies in old places. That's why our house looked so old. Old places will always be old. And no one ever dies in old houses. That was a couple of months before he died.
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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...
