Dracula's Secret

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Just like every other story, there's a few things that I'd like to get out of the way before we begin. Firstly, if you're here for the usual shippy-romance stuff, then you're going to be disappointed. This story is in no way a romantic fiction. Secondly, there is a PROMINENT use of drugs in this story, and they are painted in a very positive light. I do NOT promote drug use in ANY way. Do NOT bitch at me about it. And finally, remember to vote, comment, all that jazz.

Ricky's POV:

It all started that strange morning in March. Well, I shouldn't say that. It really started back when I met Remington on Warped Tour 2016. But it didn't truly begin until that strange morning in March. 

Long story short, it was a strange morning in March. I was sitting on my sofa, with my latest serial killer novel in hands, and a cup of coffee on the table next to me. It was then that my phone rang. I forgot to look at the number before I answered it, but I figured that it'd be someone that I knew since my personal number wasn't public information. "Hello?" I said.

"This is Remington."

"Oh, hey. What's up?" I asked, sitting back on the sofa.

"So I was reading your book," He started.

"Okay, what about my book?"

"Well, it's just about the first story. Vanity, I think it's called." I heard a shuffling that I figured was him turning the pages of the book. "Why did Chelsea call herself Marylin?"

"It was just a play on faking who you truly are," I explained. "She pretended that she was someone that she was not because she hated who she really was."

"She hated who she was because of the nickname, right?"

"That's right."

"Why did Chelsea try to exploit the sexual desires instead of the intellectual desires of others?"

"That's for you to figure out yourself. It wouldn't be much of a story if the characters were lawful good, now would it?"

"I suppose not. Say, how come the rest of the book is blank?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the rest of the book is completely blank."

"What are you reading it off of?"

And then he hung up. That wasn't weird, was it? I'm not sure which part of that call was weirder. The fact that the book was blank, or the fact that he hung up after I said that. I heard a creaking sound come from upstairs. At first I thought that it was just the house settling, but then the sound moved. I'm alone in this house, how could someone be walking upstairs?

I followed the sound into my kitchen, where I found that I'd left my fridge open. The strangest part of that was the fact that I haven't opened my fridge all day. I closed it and hoped that everything inside would still be okay the next morning. When the door shut, my phone began ringing again.

I went over to it and picked it up, reading that Remington was calling me once more. When I answered, I got a lot of feedback. "I've got a secret. " He whispered. 

I pulled my phone away from my ear because the feedback was really bad. Was he in my house?! 

"Hiya! " A voice called from behind me. I jumped and spun around to see Remington standing there, blood dripping from his lips, his eyes dark crimson. 

"Sweet Jesus! " I backed away from him, but then he was suddenly behind me once more. "How are you doing that? " This was only the type of thing that happened in movies. 

And just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. Once more my phone rang, and when I answered it, I wasn't thinking. "This isn't fucking funny, Remington!"

"Remington? Ricky, it's Chris." A confused voice spoke back to me, and I felt a sense of relief. 

"Oh, sorry. What's up?" I put my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. 

"I was going to ask you a question, but now I wonder if something's up with you. What's going on with Remington?" He paused. "Wait, who even is Remington?"

"He's the weird guy that we met on Warped but he kept calling me and then he was here and-" It occurred to me in that moment just how crazy I sounded. "It must've just been my imagination."

"It sounds like he really spooked you. But nothing scares you," Chris thought allowed.

"Don't worry about it. What did you want to ask me?"

There was a long silence. "Actually, never mind. I just answered my own question."

"Okay then. " 

"Also, I think you're seeing things. Might want to get some rest. " 

"Thanks for the suggestion, " I replied sarcastically. And then I hung up. I know what I saw. It did happen.