The First Vampire

Chapter 2 - The Strange Bedroom

I was probably imagining something in my mind, but I was pretty sure I heard someone speak in French. I don't know where I am supposed to sleep tonight. I may as well see what the upstairs was like. 

Oh my god. The bedroom was the only nicest room in the entire house! The floor still creaked every time I moved, but the room actually looked really nice! Did I already say that? The bedroom had a large untouched double bed, there was pretty much everything here. Strange but who cares. Less work! 

The walls were painted a dark gloomy red, which didn't suit my style at all. In fact, everything was a miserable red. I really didn't like it. There was another thing that I didn't get. Why in the hell was the downstairs so depressed looking and broken? Something wasn't quite right in this house which was supposed to be new. Maybe I was thinking too hard about this. I can simply re-decorate it with my favourite colours or I can just not touch anything...

Yeah. I can do that. But hold on a second...

Why was there a portrait of a woman? The picture looked dusty as hell. Looks like I have to break my rule and clean it. I went to take it down, before hearing a loud hiss which made me quickly look around. What the hell? I am pretty sure that my brain was playing tricks on me again. I let out a small sigh and took the portrait down to have a proper look at it. 

The woman on the portrait was actually quite stunning and beautiful. She wore a long dark blue dress with a...cross necklace that has been burnt into her skin. Her eyes were red though...huh? Her brown hair looked soft as it glistened with the light. I honestly started to find myself getting a tiny crush on her. What if she was the person that was living here before me? 

Did she have a name? I got so many questions...

I focused more into the portrait before finally seeing her name. Xyla Merlone. Huh...

"C'est ma masion!"

There goes that voice again. 

"Who are you?" I asked out loud. What the hell was I doing? 

"Descends au sous-sol et voyez."

"Can you repeat that in English?" I asked before my body started to suddenly move on its own. I can't seem to stop myself but I walked downstairs and towards the living room. What the hell was going on? 

"Hey, whoever you are, can you please stop controlling me?! I don't know if this is a joke..."

"Pas une blague."

My body stopped in front of a wall before my hand moved itself so that my hand was resting against the wall before the wall started to crack, revealing a light coloured door. I know what this voice was telling me to do! There was actually an hidden basement! 

"Je peux sentir ta peur."

Then, my body was not controlled anymore. Should I open the door? 

Do I even have a choice? 

// Translations: 1. "This is my home!" 2. "Come to the basement and see." 3. "Not a joke." 4. "I can feel your fear."

Trust me on this, I am not going to speed things up. There is plenty more to see...