Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

3. Red Yarn

Part 3

Under the guidance of the twilight sun, Adela down the rough road that divides the forest as usually traversed by horse-drawn carriage. There is only this route to get there, the rest is just a path in the forest that is misleading. Trees towering like ornamental fences, if asked if this path is scary? To be honest to Adela looks beautiful, especially when looking up. A hemisphere that is not covered with leaves is like a stream of sky that can change color in time.

Ah, finally his little legs delivered him to the destination, which is a castle that has been purchased since a month ago by a noble from Transylvania, a city located in Romania, quite far from Great Britain.

The castle gate was open to welcome him. The iron bars move upwards through a lever on the right side. His voice rattled loudly flying the disturbed birds. An old man stood turning the lever as Adela walked into the courtyard. The fragrance of roses invades the nose, and strangely the air feels warm here. This sensation made him gulp, not expecting to enter the castle famous for its awesomeness. His eyes widened to find the content behind the height of the fortress was very beautiful, nailing a sense of admiration at the contrast of the reddened twilight light. All garden arrangements are well maintained and aesthetically arranged. This castle is indeed very ancient, but if observed well it is not too bad, he thought.

Rose bushes grow neatly on either side of the flat stone path on the branch yard of this main street. Roses surround a round-shaped pool of water in the middle of the main road. There are ornamental trees formed like the body of a bird or rabbit in between. Winged angel statues stand right on either side of the main road leading to the castle terrace. While walking down the road Adela turned to the left, catching a chair made of wood that had blackened inedible age. The chair seemed to be deliberately placed there for the sake of enjoying the view of the courtyard.

The old mansion consists of three floors with several tower buildings on each corner. The condition turned out to be much better than seen from outside the fort. Two verandas facing exactly this place in each room on the first floor. On the ground floor, there are only windows in each room,

the window looked dark, Adela could not even peek inside, just getting an idea of what the nobleman looked like from his furniture choices.

The attention of the girl returned to the first floor, to the room on the left with black curtains. Awkward. Black curtain? It was strange, he thought. The taste of this noble makes it wonder as if there is no other color more attractive. Suddenly he gasped for feeling being watched from there, his feelings saying so. His eyes squinted at the glass door of the sealed veranda, but could still catch the shadowy figure of someone peeking out from behind the curtains. The silhouette of a man. He knew it was because his body was too tall compared to a woman in general. So his steps were stopped in order to pay better attention, but the shadow soon disappeared because he realized that he knew his figure was standing watching him. Adela shrugged her shoulders not to bother, because after this she would definitely know who the man was if the owner of this castle was willing to accept him to work.

The double door that was twice the height of her body stood firmly before Adela. He swallowed

preparing the heart, tidying up her best shabby clothes, fixing her wavy hair ties, then taking deep breaths to reduce the nervous tension of her brain. It feels like his head is spinning because

nervousness. After adjusting the breath, grabbed the iron circle of the door and then knocked to the body of the door several times. Not long ago the big dark brown door opened slowly, the noise sounded heavy, no doubt the fur of the nape so slightly bristled.

Various kinds of creepy stories about this castle have been heard since Adela was a child. People often tell about the robberies and murders that befell every previous owner of the castle as if the topic was a favorite snack. Once, the nobles died without exception, even all the servants could not be separated from the target. Blood flooded the floor like a river without an estuary, giving rise to a sickening rancid aroma that continued to imprint. This castle is cursed! That's what Londoners believe. Since then many of them who claim to often hear the voices of the spirits who cry, scream and roar as if repeating tragic events that have occurred.

Of course such stories succeed in shrinking the guts of young children. Adela is too big to run behind her mother's back. He became amazed, just asking himself, guessing, whether the fate of the nobility this time will also be the same as the previous predecessor? If you think about it it feels like he really wants to urinate and quickly go up on his hard bed then pull a blanket as high as possible to cover his frightened face. His courage was not as much as he had expected. May God protect.

"Until when will you stand there, Miss?" rebuke an old man who was already standing behind the shadow of the door

yelling at the guest.

The old man bent his right hand in front of the stomach then slightly bent solemnly to reciprocate the manners, then regained his sternness gracefully. "There's something I can help Miss-" the sentence was interrupted.

"I'm Adela, Adela Whiteheart. I came because of this invitation leaflet" he explained as he showed

the leaflet that had been removed from her skirt pocket. Only the man's eyeballs moved to notice. "I wish there was still work left in the castle of Master."

There was no response except once the nod understood, even so the look of his eyes glanced at him from toe to head as if he was judging. That reaction adds to Adela's nervousness alone. Is she not worthy enough to be a servant here? After a moment of weighing, the man opened the door wider while giving way. The girl heaved a sigh of relief as she entered in an awkward step, her gaze only fixed on the old beige marble floor, afraid that it might give off an impolite impression. "I'm William, butler. I'll take Miss to see the owner of the castle, Duke Hornest Cloudivious. He will be very happy to welcome you into his room. Please follow me." His voice is large in a nice style typical of a classy waiter.

“Du-duke?” Adela doesn't believe in the title she hears. Her nervousness is only increasing.

“True. In Romania he holds the equivalent title. Is there a problem?”

"N-no, Sir. This is an honor." Surely it's amazing. The question is, will this noble settle in London? Considering he is not a citizen of this country.

“Mari, Miss,” take William.

“Ba-baik.” Cows the sweet girl to follow the waiter. However, his curiosity ran rampant, as a result he could not stop his eyes to touch this gloomy room. What he saw caused a thin kernyit. How not, the entire window was tightly closed by a black mosquito net as if the bright light of the sun was a forbidden thing. Or maybe the host does not want anyone to know what will be seen from behind the window. Is the tall fortress out there still not enough privacy cover? Bizarrely. Doesn't that mean something is hidden? His heart was hardened and it was chaotic to think about what secret was trying to be covered by the height of this castle fortress. It felt like the air in this room was the opposite of out there, so cold that it was bone-chilling.

Does he have to understand this? It should be possible, given that none of the other nobles would be willing to buy this castle even though the family that inherited the title of Duke still lives in London. The Duke himself called this land cursed, so he was reluctant to inhabit this great castle no matter the reason. It was better for him to just sell it. Unfortunately, no one is interested in buying. Not only because of the curse they believe, but all the upper class are frightened by ghost stories circulating in the community. If a noble from another country managed to possess it, it might be a fortune for the Duke, but it was also an misfortune for the noble who bought it.

Perhaps ignorance of the history of the castle is what makes the nobles from abroad buy it. If he finds out, Adela believes, he will definitely change his mind.

On the other side was a half-circular staircase connected to the first floor as he turned right towards the corridor. In that long hallway, the paintings of the previous nobles were still on the wall. Looks like the host bought the castle along with all the items left behind. The candlelight in the glass lanterns attached to the wall occasionally danced to cast a shadow that swayed indeterminate direction. Five doors on different sides were passed when they reached the end of the hallway with elegant carved double doors.

William knocked on the door three times, then I heard the words of a man who let them in. The sound is melodious but deep. Just by hearing her voice alone Adela could imagine what it would look like behind this door, it was definitely not disappointing. I don't know why he had that impression.