Dracula's Secret

3

Ricky's POV:

It was probably about another hour before the effects of whatever drug Remington was on wore off. Within that hour, I learned about three different things.

Number one: Never, ever go over to someone's house to ask them a crazy question about something that probably didn't really even happen.

Number two: Conspiracy theories make for an amazing thing to speak about with someone who's higher than the clouds.

Number three: Diction is your best friend.

I think that the last one is probably the most important lesson of all. In fact, an underground writer with a mysterious alias once said that it's the difference between a smile and a smoke alarm.

(A/n: That's a weird story. When I first heard Hey There, Mr. Brooks, I thought that the line was 'I'll be there in the morning with a smoke alarm my friend.' In reality, it's 'I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face.' Back to the actual story.) 

But with Remington, it basically just means that he doesn't really make much of any sense unless he repeats what he said thirty times. I just can't understand him when he's like this! 

"So the conspiracy is that the Freemasons believed in aliens?" He asked. His speech sounded more normal now, so I think that I was okay to talk to him like a human being once more. 

"That's right. Can we please talk about your weird teleportation situation now?" I pleaded.

"I can teleport?"

"You tell me! You were at my house! You were covered in blood."

"You think that I was at your house?" His intonation told me that he thought that I was crazy.

"I know that it sounds insane. You have to know that I'm just telling you what I saw, honest."

"You must be watching too many movies." His eyes flitted about the room. He knows something, doesn't he? 

"What about the fact that your book was mysteriously blank?" I questioned. That at the very least has to be real.

"That's right." He started to walk away from me. He walked over to the half wall that separated his living area from his dining area. On said half wall was a copy of my book. He returned and showed me the pages. Like he'd said, everything after Vanity was completely blank.

"Who gave you this book?" I asked him.

"I don't know. There was a knock at my door, and then all they left was this book. There was no note. There was no sign of anyone. It may have just been a secret gift from someone. Wait!" He stopped at a page. He was flipping through the book as he spoke. "There is something here, an address in West Hollywood."

I looked up the address, and found it was that of the Viper Room. "Maybe you should go there to find out who sent it."

"Maybe."

"But can we get back to the matter at hand? How did you do what you did? There was feedback, Remington. You called me from inside of my house."

"Maybe."

"That cannot seriously be all the more that you're going to say!"

"Maybe it will, maybe it won't. " He shrugged. Why did I even bother? I knew that I was just seeing things. 

"I think I've overstayed my welcome then. " I stood. "I'm leaving. " 

There was no response to that statement. I scoffed and left his house. On my way out the front door, I ran into two other people. "Who are you? " One of them asked. 

"Ricky. And you are? " 

"I'm Sebastian, and this is Emerson. " He gestured to the other man next to him. "What were you doing in our house? " 

"Remington..... Did something earlier. But I must've just imagined the whole thing." 

Both of them looked at each other. I knew that look. It was the look that two people with a secret give each other when someone else finds out about it. Did they know something too? 

"What exactly did he do? " 

"He called me. And then he hung up. And then he called me again.... from my own house. When I saw him there, his chin was dripping with blood. And then he was gone again. " 

The both exchanged another look at each other. What did they know that I didn't know? "I suggest some sleep or meditation. If your imagination is that shaken up that it can see something like that, " Emerson suggested. 

"Right, sure. " I nodded slowly. I still don't believe them at all. It would be better if I pretended like I did though. They would never figure out that what I saw was real. But I think that they already know. "I'm going now. " I walked past them. 

"I can't believe that he did it again! That's the fourth time this week! " One of them said once the though I was out of earshot. I knew I wasn't crazy.