Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

19. A Fatigued Prejudice

The Part 19

This afternoon the sky turned blue without the white cotton that coiled to give shade. The atmosphere of the city was a bit different than usual when Adela was there. Several horse carriages passed through it, the passengers inside looked curious in a certain direction. Their heads stretched out the window or just peeked while whispering anxiously. While the walkers from the old to the children to be willing to leave the activity. Their feet stepped in one direction accompanied by curious expressions mixed with worry. Among all that a newspaper salesman spread out a paper leaflet while shouting, "Murder! There has been a murder!"

Truly words of horror that penetrated deeply, gouging courage that is not necessarily as big as a grain of sand. The rush of hasty footsteps and human chirping like the hum of a bee adds to Adela's interest in joining the search. What exactly is going on?

The existence of several uniformed security officers walking quickly towards the same direction further added to the lively worries. Who was killed? Hopefully not his family or someone Adela knows. Curiosity forced him to join the citizens who had huddled there.

Their bodies were blocking Adela's vision. However, it was not that easy to give up. Adela tried to penetrate the crowd, sneak, swerve and sometimes accidentally step on the feet of others. "Ah, sorry!" Finally he reached the point that became the center of the problem, the edge of the bridge.

It turns out that the magnet for all these worries is the body of a woman lying on the riverbank. His condition was so bad that he was able to break Adela's breathing that smothered her mouth when she saw deep incisions in her neck veins. Some officers were examining his body, the rest were restraining residents from approaching. "The horror!" hiss Adela was afraid. Who's the lady? What happens until he is killed in an unusual way? It seems that it was not a spontaneous killing. The neck is proof. Too many cuts and brutal tearing. The sight certainly invites an unpleasant feeling. Then he overheard two men to his right whispering to each other.

"What a pity for that whore!"

A whore? It seems Adela has a different opinion. Why pity low women? To him, a sinner like that woman indeed deserved a horrible end. They are vulgar and immoral creatures, the spreaders of plague. Someone like the official in charge should have done something to get rid of them. And the wives in the house need not worry about the betrayal and sickness that their husbands bring.

"Yes, when last night I still saw him wandering near the city park. Alone" said his friend. "Isn't it natural for a killer to target a lone target? It's just, bitch? Holy hooch! What will the killer get? Gold stack or free service?" she said cynically ending with a short amused laugh.

"You just came and didn't hear the witness's screams and the officer's chat."

"Oh! What did I miss?"

"You won't want to know!"

"Oh, Comeon!" paksanya.

The people around them who heard the conversation were stunned. Why would anyone else take the poor woman's blood? What if the killer still needed a few more barrels of blood? Who will be the next target? Silently a dark terror crept in their veins, settling down like hard-to-erode mud.

Adela's reaction was no different, her eyes widened tensely. Da-blood? Well, that's a familiar word recently for him. "really? But for what?" the tanyanya interrupted, her tone sounding demanding.

The two men turned to him and looked at each other, then they shrugged their shoulders. "We don't know, a queen dog will explain it in the newspaper. I hope the killer gets caught soon. It's so horrible!" close one of them.

Adela gulped her bitter gulp from her insatiable curiosity, then stepped back to immediately go to the delivery service. His chest was puffed up by questions that seemed as if they were about to explode. I don't know why he remembered the blood he had specially prepared. His prejudice began to master his unwarranted logic.

It's good he quickly returned to the castle and checked the blood supply. He was sure that the glass that his master had drunk by force was the last. His steps were increasingly fast to immediately post a letter that was entrusted to him.

Arriving at the silent castle during the day, where William is nowhere to be found and his master who always shuts himself in his room. Adela chose to ignore all the oddities for a while, because her current goal is a cooling room. Last night William gave her a spare key in case something unwanted happened. Before going any further, for a moment he took a deep breath of bracing himself, afraid that reality would stab him. Because the terrible thing that wrestled in his mind was really hard to accept.

He stood in front of a pile of ice. His eyes stare at the bottles that tighten his breathing. Hundreds of dark bottles are neatly arranged between blocks of ice arranged by giving distance to each beam. Nervously his little finger towards the location of a special cross-marked bottle on the part of his body that was empty last night because it was wasted. Only these bottles are indeed provided for nonanya, Adela remembers William's instructions not to be confused with other plain bottles.

He pulled one of the bottles into a sleeping position where it felt heavier. His heart started to harden. That's not a good sign. Not enough to prove the prejudice, opened cork bottle stopper and peeped. He was surprised to see that it was full again. I don't know why that fact caused his hands to tremble.

He quickly closed the bottle, put it in its original position and ran from there to the backyard to just breathe fresh air or maybe actually he was trying to control himself. His thoughts had been raging with conjectures that were heading in one direction. A guess that he dislikes very much. Relax, Adela. Be calm!

His eyes drifted towards the stables on the right, then turned on the chicken coop on the left side. In front of the cage he caught a drop of blood on the ground. He slowly approached her, following a trail of droplets that led her into the cage where there were hundreds of chickens there. The distinctive smell of chicken mixed with dirt rubbed his nose. Closed the tip of his nose with the back of his index finger and then back to follow the trail of blood droplets earlier. The trail led him to a wooden basket containing a pile of chicken carcasses. Their necks were cut off and drenched in dried blood.

He took a carcass by pulling his leg and making his neck dangle down. No blood dripped from there. His leg breath was long stifled because maybe the blood given to his nonaya was actually the blood of all these birds, not like his bad prejudice earlier. He also smiled to himself. It is impossible for you to give such blood to a lady. After all last night the master was in his room and the gate was closed until morning. Throw the chicken back into the basket. What was I thinking? Did I suspect the master who killed the whore? Oh, cursed is I who have thought wickedly. His eyes were heavy, he wanted to sleep. Never in his life did he feel this tired. Maybe it was his own mind that had made him that way.