Revenge on a Vampire

sequel to Marco's Beginning

Rumor spread about the massacre at the DePaul Mansion. Every person that was present was horribly murdered, several were drained off all their blood. The way in which they were killed left no doubt as to what had done the deed.

Adam was the last remaining DePaul. He swore he would get revenge upon whatever it was that had killed his family. He had the training now, as he had been away to Military Training. Having heard what had happened to his family, the commanding officer had told him to go home on emergency leave, for as long as was necessary to recuperate. He had no plans of returning before destroying his family’s murderer.

His boots echoed in the hallway that was now clean. People around town had volunteered to clear the house of the mayhem before Adam had arrived, several had even stayed, saying they wanted to make sure he had everything he needed while he was back home.

He ran his fingers across the door leading to his sister’s room. The coarse wood had never been sanded properly, and splinters snagged at his skin, but he didn’t care. Continuing down the hallway was a struggle, and he knew it would always be a struggle from now on. His chin quavered and his eyes stung, but he swore to himself that he would shed no tears until they were avenged.

Upstairs, he proceeded to his old room, the only one he could safely enter without being overwhelmed by emotion. One of the villagers who had stayed behind to tend him peeked his head in, gray hair in disarray. “Sir, dinner is ready.” Thom, that was his name, disappeared through the doorway, a gray banner of hair streaming behind his head.

He made his way downstairs and to the dining room in a timely manner, but people were already standing about, waiting to serve him. Marie placed a bowl of soup in front of him as he placed a napkin on his lap. He looked up at everyone, he knew his eyes looked pleading, “pray with me please.” They bowed their heads and he gave a silent prayer, asking for thanks. When he raised his head again the people standing about had relieved looks on their faces, they must have been thinking he would go on an emotional tirade about his family.

The room felt empty, and before hey could leave he motioned to the seats about him and spoke. “Please, feel free to join me. I’m sure there is enough for everyone.” Thom gave a thoughtful look before disappearing to the kitchen, and reappeared within seconds carrying an armful of bowls and plates.

Everyone had settled down, the other dishes had been brought out bearing food enough, as he had thought, for everyone. Silverware clinking against dishes and a ticking from a clock on the wall were the only sounds, making it rather unsettling.

“Are there any ideas, or clues as to who might have killed my family?” His tone was rather offhanded, as if he had asked about something of little importance. The only reply was the sound of people choking on their food or spluttering in their drinks.

Robert, the one who had cooked the food, spoke up, “Sir, I beg pardon but this is not something we should be discussing while eating, it is rather inappropriate.” His eyes were wide, for some reason making him look a little afraid.

Adam took up a wineglass and gestured to those sitting around him, “I don’t mind, and the subject should only really affect me in such an un-approving way, as it was my family.” He knew his voice was cold and commanding now, but he didn’t care.

“Adam,” the name drew his eyes in a flash to Thom, “there was one man who has been missing for about a month. He was a servant, who is said to have looked upon your sister in a favoring manner. The attack seemed to have started in her room.” The soft tick-tock was the only sound as he took a second to wet his throat with wine. “Those are the only odd things that I noticed, but I am no inspector.”

He nodded, not knowing exactly what to say, and stood. Motioning everyone to stay and continue, he made his way to his room where he would don appropriate clothing for a ride to the town. Minutes later, he left the house wearing a thick woolen shirt, a dark cloak, and a sword at his hip.

Author's Note

I wanted to do more with this and the whole "Marco" story but I haven't really gotten any more ideas after this bit...

Reviews

[mirui]

I liked this alot, like [starshine] said you build up the scene very well.

[[Starshine] Faerie]

Hey, I don't know you so I hope you don't mind my reviewing your writing... I found it in a vampire story search by chance.

I just wanted to say that I really like the way you write. The grammar, spelling, and sentence structure is perfect, but aside from that you also have great vivid imagery and description. You are creating a scene and building it up so that it is visually before my eyes, and I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed reading this and I think you did a great job.