• As I followed Mr.Biltley and the strange tall man, whom's name I have yet to learn, I wondered deeply what the circumstances were that Mr.Biltley had spoken of. The venom of the cursed ones still ran happily and dangerously through my veins and from all the stories, folktales and experiences I've heard of, never have I come across or even been told of a cure other than killing the vampire itself which I was definately not up to.
    We soon arrived to a tall, narrow, stone structured building which appeared to have beem standing upon this street longer than any other building has.
    Mr.Biltley turned his head towards me and uttered, "This is the place. I know the book is here, or at least I hope."
    Something about how he said that had me worried. I have all my sanity trusted within this man's hands and if for some reason he were to betray me at such a crucial hour, I fear that I will trully loose myself, becoming one of 'them'.
    The three of us stepped up the unsturdy stairs and stopped on the porch, opening the front door. The old brittle door screeched that unsettling creak which always seemed to give an unwelcoming feeling. I couldn't help but feel the eeire prescence this place left off. Hopefully this queer feeling was nothing more but my own accusations.
    "Well are you going to come in or not, my boy?" Mr.Biltley's voice suddenly broke me from my stare, amazingly I hadn't even noticed I was doing so. The three of us made it inside and it all appeared just as odd as the outside. Most of the upstair's floor boards had fallen through, enabling somone to peek straight up into the second floor. The only furniture that wasn't molded, dusty or in tathers was a simple striped recliner who's partner was a tall floor lamp and rittled with cobwebs. Termite infested bookshelves huddled behind the chair, having only a few books to it's name.
    "Mr. Biltley..." I addressed, my eyes still wondering.
    "Yes, lad?" He answered, turning his plump frame.
    "Did someone used to...live here?" I knew the question was a bit obvious, I guess wanting to hear an explanation as to why they left was my motive.
    "Ah yes, someone did. A very good man that went by the name of Stilland, he treated this home more like a study than a living space. Though through the years, it appears that many wanderers have come to steal his extraordinary books just as we are." As he spoke, I noticed him slowly scaling the building, his eyes seemed to fade off into a world I will never know.
    "Sir, May I ask just what happened to Stilland?" I couldn't help but be curious.
    "Ah, yes. I tend to ask myself the same question." As soon as those words left him, his interest in the coversation suddenly faded. I took that as a warning to stop.
    "Ah," strangly enough he acted as if nothing happened and playfully leaned towards me," Mr. Cautron is doing it yet again." He pointed directly at the other man, whom I never noticed was searching for the book itself.
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