Libraries can be intense. Books, poetry, history, philosophy, and dust. Lots of dust. Every book meant something different. Every book had its own story to tell and some had already been told.
The girl let her gaze trail slowly over the many aged shelves of the castle's library. She gazed vigilantly and silently. She did remember this room quite well. She remembered it being smaller though. It had been so long. But not long enough to make her forget that old feeling of holding a big book and getting lost in its story.
This place used to hold mystery and magic for her, but now it was just aloof and vast. Her now dull green eyes wandered carelessly to a certain section of the library. The shelf she stared at held nothing in particular to her interest. It was broken down and dusty and the books had grown mold. But something about that specific bookshelf drew the girl to it.
The force was strong that pulled me to that bookshelf. But it looked so typical and┘in place. I was close enough to smell the must from the books. The books weren't in a specific order and the categories were random. Poetry was mixed in with science and philosophy. Fairy tales were thrown in between some scientific medicine and landscape books. I almost smiled. How had Harold and Toby neglected to keep this one shelf tidy?
My eyes roamed over the many different titles. Three Revolutions. The Hegemony of the West. The Modern World. Romania. None of them were what she was looking for. A little statue head gazed down at me from the top shelf. Hand carved, I guessed, and very disturbing. It seemed to be staring at me. I flinched at its gaze and at that moment it seemed to have blinked. Maybe even winked.
I frowned and took another curious step closer. Upon studying this menacing statue head I noticed a crack or some sort of crease in the thing's neck. I squinted to see it better and raised my hand up to it. Something told me I should not be fooling around with Dracula's things but then I realized┘who cares?
With sudden confidence I reached up to the statue and brushed its neck with the pad of my fingertips and quickly came to regret it. The head fell off of the neck and landed behind the beheaded statue. Surely Dracula would be furious if I broke a piece of his art. Fear clutched my heart as I thought up a plan to fix the broken head. So caught up in fear was I, that I almost didn't notice that the old shelf was turning sideways. I widened my eyes and my heart sped up with a kind of thrill that made me scared. The shelf moved slowly, groaning against the floor as it turned.
I stood, paralyzed, as the shelf finally came to an abrupt stop. I was now staring into a dark black opening. The blackness of it was thick and menacing. Perhaps there was something fascinating behind this bookcase.
"Or maybe something so utterely terrifying that I should just walk away..." I said to myself.
I squinted into the darkness, hoping to make out what mystery lied within. The air coming from the opening was thick and old, like it hadn't been opened in years. And, perhaps, for a very good reason. I took a shaky step forward and then another. And another until I was on the edge of the dark world. The air made my body feel warm and my face crinkle. In one more step, I reached up and slammed the cursed head back onto the statue and quickly fled the room as the shelf slowly turned back.
Harold and Toby hovered cowardly by the dining room doors. I pursed my lips and raised an aggravated eyebrow. They both let out despicable little shrieks and grabbed each other. The food on the other end of the table sat untouched for at least fifteen minutes and I was beginning to get a bit irritated.
"Well?" I commanded lowly.
Harold stuttered a bit then kicked Toby forward. The little elf looked as if it would die of fear any moment. I loved it. But I was much too angry to relish in the thing's fear. Where was Cassidy? I am not a patient man. I wait for no one.
"Where. Is. She?" I asked a bit slower, but my voice was laced with menace.
Toby swallowed, sweat dripping from his grotesque green face. My eyes twitched with anger as he took a step forward and took in a deep breath. "She said that she would rather spill her own blood than join you for dinner you...you uh..." Toby trailed off shakily and looked to the floor. My teeth clashed together furiously. I could only guess what Toby had meant to say. I'm sure Cassidy had refered to me as an evil bastard. God knows I've tried not to be one...I smirked and walked towards the little trolls. Their ears flattened down to their heads in dreadful anticipation as I came closer. Once stopped in front of them, I let a small smile spread across my face. The little elfs let their ears raise up in relief. Before they even thought they were safe, I shot out my arm, sending both of them flying in to the wall opposite of me. They grunted to the floor helplessly.
"The only blood spill from Cassidy...will come from me," I declared to the unconscious creatures defiantly before straightening my jacket and walking through the double door and calmly walking down to Miss Cassidy's room.
So, umm I'm back. What's it been? A year or two? I'm really sorry for the long wait. I guess i sort of lost interest and got caught up in school. I've been really busy actually. I was lead in my high school's play of The Music Man and I had to sing at a lot of churches and nursing homes after that lol. Then i had more roles in the other plays so my life has been very very busy. And this summer i've been babysitting everyday...but i'm sure you guys don't care about that lol. I'm gonna try really hard to keep this story going! I can't wait to see what you guys have to say about this chapter!