– Yes, of course. Enjoy your meal.
– Thank you! You too! – I sarcastically blurted out. I hastily disconnected the call.
Thanks to Grayson, I could see the vampire in full view: a brutal, strong, silent killer who knew no pity. And Cedric is the same. He kills people and drinks their blood. He's as ruthless a killer as Grayson.
But Grayson was right: no matter how much of a monster Cedric was, I loved him. But I'll never see him again. Well, at least he'd be safe.
I showered, washed my hair, brushed my teeth, drank some tap water, cleaned myself up, and headed to the dining hall. After yesterday's torture, I knew it was on the third floor. Why the third floor? Strange, because in all houses the dining room is always on the ground floor.
But when I went upstairs, I found no food in the dining room: the table was empty. So I looked for the kitchen: I was getting hungrier and hungrier. With difficulty I found the kitchen and was glad to see the fridge, but there was no food in it. I was sickened by what I saw: the fridge was full of dainty glass bottles that were probably filled with human blood.
I slammed the door in my heart and hurried away. I needed fresh air after my gruesome discovery, so I headed resolutely for the park. As I walked down the hall to the front door, I glanced at one of the walls, and a large wooden door nestled between two black marble columns caught my eye. I was immediately filled with a mad desire to see what lay behind that door, and though I had never been an adventurer, I made my way to the mysterious door. The door was an imposing, heavy shutter with a handle shaped like the paw of a beast of prey. I held my breath and hesitantly touched the handle.
What was behind it? Such a heavy and large door had to be hiding something forbidden, hidden from view.
My attempts to open the door came to nothing – it was terribly heavy and as if it didn't want to reveal its secrets to me. But I didn't give up: I grabbed the handle with both hands, put my foot against the wall, pulled, and the door opened with a soft creak. It was a dark corridor with no hint of light behind it, but I decided to follow Grayson's example and clapped my hands, and a bright electric light appeared in the corridor, so I could see where I was.