Romans de Roz

"So you've found yourself back here again, have you?" the old man said as he smiled and opened the door for her."Just can't resist the pull of knowledge, I suppose." she answered as she entered the old man's cabin once again."Well, you're just in time, since I did make some beef stew. Let me go get some for us real quick before I continue my story." he said as he hobbled over to the kitchen. She didn't notice him limping before."Did something happen, sir?" she asked. "Your leg...""Ah, it's an accident, lass. Don't pay it any mind." he replied from the kitchen. A few minutes later, he came back with two bowls of beef stew. "It ain't five-star, but it should at least fill you up."

Her head was throbbing. Just when she thought she was safe, she was at the mercy of the insane Michael once again. This time, she found herself lying on the cold, stone floor, her hands and feet tied to wooden posts, her body spread open as if she were a starfish.The rancid smell of rotten flesh and blood made her gag, but she had no time to react as she saw Michael hover over her, his crimson gaze glowing in the dark."I see you're awake, my darling." he said with a smile. "I apologize for being too harsh, but then again, you have forced my hand." In his hand was Dorothy's journal, and he leafed through it, his facial expression changing from a smile to a frown, and an angry scowl as he threw the journal to the side."What do you hope to achieve?" h

She didn't realize how much exhaustion had taken over her until she lied down on the cold, stone floor of the crypt. Her eyes became heavy and once again she drifted off into deep sleep. The dreams started again."Stop this right now! What are you doing?!""Changing things... to how it should be."A sound of a knife, and something heavy falling with a thud on the ground.In the darkness, she ran, trying to follow the sounds and hoping it wasn't too late. It seemed as if she wasn't getting anywhere because only the void and silence surrounded her. Finally she saw it; a light, but very small and faint, at the end of the shadows, but the moment she reached it...

No way, she thought. No way this is his... Maybe her vampire theory wasn't so far off, but it still didn't make sense, much like anything else that had been happening lately. She opened the coffin and there was nothing inside. No body, no bones... it was empty, save for a small wooden box. Quickly, she opened it and found a small newspaper clipping which was barely legible, but said something along the lines of several deaths due to poisoned water. There was also a note which was easier to read. In a hurry, she took it and quickly read it. It said:This is to report the total losses of the Royston Mill. For the past half month, we have not been able to meet the sales target of $15,000. Furthermore, the reports of deaths due to water and chemical poisoning are increasing.

She tried to wrench herself free, but his grip was too tight, perhaps unnaturally so, as he dragged her in the middle of the bloody ballroom. She didn't dare look down, as the number of dead bodies scattered all over greatly sickened her. The sound of squelching made her feel so dizzy and she nearly passed out, were it not for Michael talking to her and keeping her from falling."They're nothing but a bunch of liars, hypocrites... parasites, even." he said, his voice dripping with hatred. "But they're gone now... look..." The sea of dead covering the floor was a sickening, horrifying sight. How did Michael even do it?"Let me go, please..." she muttered. "Please... I don't want to be here anymore..." Michael studied her face for a while before grabbing her chin tightly, forcing her to look at all the dead bodies. The smell of b

Her hand was seemingly stuck on the door as the funeral played out in front of her. So far, the guests were already seated. Finally, Michael stepped into the room, wearing an all-black suit. His eyes were a bit red and swollen from crying as he made his way to Dorothy's coffin, caressing the glass panel that separated him from his love. "Dorothy..." he said. "Dorothy, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you..." He ran his hand across the glass panel, his tears falling onto the surface. "Come, Master, the mass is about to begin..." said a servant as she escorted the grieving man to one of the pews. As the ceremony began, everyone began to fade before her eyes, kind of like smoke dissipating in the wind. The chapel returned to its decrepit state, and all the churchgoe