The house was cold and smelled of rot. The wallpapers were dried up and cracking. Sometimes it looked like walking through a cabin of old, creaking and warped wood, then it would feel like walking through an old house that had long lost its electricity. There were many lit candles however, but considering all the wood and cloth, that just added to her fear.
Dove fired another bullet at another nightmare and kept going. So far there had not been any ambushes. She avoided hallways unless there was a noise, and when that led her nowhere, she took a risk.
"Annabelle?" She called out after ending up in another room, except this one had multiple doors, and looks like it led to the second floor.
Like another living room but a different era. More candles on the coffee table.
"Enzo?"
And of course, there came a noise that followed back. A set of footsteps walking quickly. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.
*BANG*
She had to shoot down another Pukwudgie that was attracted to the noises she made.
Dove saw another silhouette. The figure was lean and tall and was walking towards her, so she was about to call out again before the figure's head lolled to the side. Then its entire body went limp and fell to the floor. Dove nearly thought the figure to be a corpse that slipped off whatever nails or rope that kept it standing up earlier, until it kept moving.
Like a limp doll on strings, it crawled towards her.
*BANG*
She fired it in the head, it dissipated. She watched it dissipate, for it continued to stare at her as it disappeared.
The girl proceeded to look around the room more thoroughly, walking past the door to what she knew was a closet, based on the sounds when she knocked. The doorknob was locked, she didn't open it and walked away.
The next figure made sure to come up behind her before she could shoot. Their hands slipped out first, opening the door silently.
Moving like an airy puppet, limbs having no muscles but when it wrapped its hand around her mouth, it suddenly had strength. It pulled her closer- too fast- banged her head against something hard, making her wince- and she could feel a cold breath on her nape.
She tried to scream, the hand muffled her more, it wrapped another arm around her arms and waist as it pulled her closer.
Dove began to struggle more-it constricted her, used another hand to cover her eyes- she felt more breathing on her neck. There came a chuckle from what sounded like a male voice, the flesh of the hands and arms wrapped over her, began to feel too realistic. Her arm jerked, she kept a hold of her items, one hand still holding the gun.
It was too dark to see, she was still blinded anyway, and then her feet were close to leaving the floor. She made more muffles as she attempted to scream but couldn't.
Bending her wrist as much as she could, she made a blind shot behind her.
It must've hit something, the arm recoiled, and she moved fast to point behind her again, higher, and-
*BANG*
Dove fell back to her feet took a moment to gasp for air, letting out a testing yell. She ran out of the closet and slammed the door shut. She grabbed a chair or bench of some sort and pushed it in front of the door, listening for the sound of the nightmare disappearing, which was supposed to be like sand in a way.
When there was no more noise, Dove grabbed another piece of furniture and worked in pulling it towards the door, then went to explore the upstairs, taking a turn to look in front and behind her when climbing up. She paused when hearing more footsteps again.
One set of footsteps, then two. She looked up towards the stairs and pointed her gun.
A girl screamed.
Dove froze when she saw the girl at the top of the stairs.
Dark stains on her close, but she didn't appear to be in massive pain. One of the noodle straps of her athletic shirt was torn, but it appeared to be tied back together. A tourniquet on she shoulder along with the hand of Enzo, who was beside her. He raised a hand up when he saw her. He saw her heavy breathing, and the sweat beading down her face that she wasn't aware of.
"Dove?" He called out in a worried and disbelieving tone.
They stayed on the first floor.
The girl he was helping, he sat down by a sofa nearby so that he could ease Dove's nerves. He saw more of her nervousness when she loudly said to not sit by the bench blocking the closet door.
I didn't realize how much I was shaking until he held me. I didn't realize how unsteady my breathing was until I compared it to his breathing. He held me close enough that I could hear his heartbeat. How long had I been in this state ever since entering this house?
It was likely when I saw the first room of corpses. I had so many flashbacks.
Enzo didn't say anything for a while, just the occasional reminder for her to steady her breathing. He kept his arms wrapped around her as she kept shaking, gently compressing her.
Dove looked to the side, holding up her left hand and seeing how much it was trembling. Enzo had long made her put the gun and other items down temporarily, next to the girl he found. Even though the ghost bullets couldn't harm humans, the girl didn't know that. It was both so Dove could focus on herself, and the girl could feel safe.
When she was made aware that she wasn't alright, it took a couple minutes for her to steady herself. She hugged him, hands clinging to and nearly wrinkling his shirt, burying her face in his chest.
He patted her head as he kept an eye on the girl. And he didn't let go until he felt her breathing fall into a natural rhythm and felt her hands on his back stop trembling.
"Feeling better, kiddo?" He stepped back to give her space.
She nodded, visibly taking more deep breaths through her mouth to steady herself.
"Why did you come inside?"
"I was worried about you and Annabelle."
"Did anyone else come in with you?"
She shook her head.
"Joon stayed outside with Hillary and Vernon. Vernon got sick and needed to rest. I came in alone."
"Hillary? Was she looking for me? Did she have brownish hair?" The girl spoke up.
They both looked at her and dove carefully answered.
"She's not inside this house. She's waiting outside, two people are keeping watch with her."
Enzo said nothing but he did sigh, using a hand to comb his hair back. He looked at the girl sitting down, and then to Dove who was looking less pale now.
"So may I assume this is the woman we're looking for? I-" He turned to the woman. "And, forgive me miss, I had no time to learn your name."
"Alana. Alana Helms. Is Hillary ok? This is the last place she should be."
"Alana? That is the name Hillary kept calling out." Dove nodded to her. "She's ok, she was worried and had been looking for you."
"Perfect, then we've fulfilled our first objective."
He looked back at Dove.
"I heard a lot of screaming earlier. Was that you?"
"I don't scream often. Don't take that as bragging, I meant it as a problem. Where's Annabelle?" She changed the subject.
Enzo looked to the side, internally groaning.
"Most people avoid the basement when going into an unknown house. When We first arrived at this place, Annabelle went straight to searching for her phone, met her impersonator, and lunged at them, into the basement."
Dove stared at him. Slack jawed. He silently nodded to confirm.
"She told me to give her a few minutes. I have no idea what was since happened in the basement, but the doors unlocked, I made sure. I went to go find Hillary's sister, and depending on if we run into the door to the basement, we can get her." He said, scratching his head.
Enzo still has a hard time understanding Annabelle, but he does distinctly remember Ursa telling him to trust her, especially her strength. Annabelle's fae blood helped them through the forest and also makes her immune to most tricks and spells.
"Ursa believes that if violence is needed, Annabelle can be left on her own. And in this house,,," He opened his arms, widely referring to the whole place. "I didn't have much of a choice but to believe in her."
Dove hummed, remembering the dollhouse case and recalling how while everyone else was affected by the ghost nanny's illusions and tricks, Annabelle was the only one who was fine.
"I see. Well, let's try to find our way out, I'd really like to find Annabelle first since the killer might be inside this place as well. But I don't know how much longer I can handle this place."
Enzo nodded and went to go help the other girl stand up.
Alana's clothes were very dirty, hard to tell exactly if the stains were dirt or blood, due to the dark. Dove searched her briefcase and took out that coat that Laurence told her about, giving it to the girl.
When learning more about her, it was discovered that Alana was nineteen and taking a gap year. She gave Dove a small thank you and then lightened up after putting the coat on.
"Wow, this coat is very warm." She spoke.
"That's good, this house is like a freezer."
"No, I mean this coat is like, ridiculously comfortable. Where'd you get this?" She asked, as she pulled the sleeves over her hands and rubbed her arms.
Dove had no words, because when she looked at the coat, it appeared to just be a regular jacket. She could only shrug.
"Not sure, I just know that someone told me to bring it. It's a good thing that I did."
Before they began, Enzo first took out a knife from one of his other pockets. A simple pocketknife. He flicked the blade out and first carved an 'E' into the wall, then, lightly stabbed it into the wall, and then they began walking.
A clever way of trying not to get lost. When you're lost in the dark, one of the best things to do is find a wall, keep your hand on it, and follow it out. But with a knife, you can mark a trail as well to feel where you've been since you can't see. And in our case, if Annabelle was done with her business, she could see the letter and the long line cut into the wallpaper and hopefully follow it to find us.
A feminine laugh echoed throughout the house, then followed by a male chuckle.
Dove suddenly hummed with a question.
"If you hear a sound throughout a large house and you're lost, how do you go about trying to find the source?" She asked.
Enzo glanced at her from the corner of his eye and then stared forward again, going slowly, as he was using his other hand to help the young woman walk.
"First you need to think about how the sound would be moving throughout the building." He answered casually.
"Preferably from a fixed position, so you have to be still and in one spot. Tune out any other noise and just focus on the one, it helps to turn your head. You know how when animals are confused by something, they tilt their head? They are listening to learn, and we can do the same. Turn your head slowly, tilt it side to side. If that doesn't work, you can also try making some sound yourself."
She hummed, testing out the advice by listening to her own footsteps as they walked. The taps on the floor, though it became quiet once they suddenly reached carpet.
"W-when did we start walking on carpet?" Alana suddenly asked and paused mid-step, gripping Enzo's hand tighter.
It was like hypnosis, none of them even realized when the room changed. Enzo Looked behind him to see if his carved trail on the wall stayed intact. It sort of did, but the line was supposed to begin from the room they left. And yet, when looking behind them, there was indeed a long, carved line, but the living room was nowhere to be seen. They were already in another room.
He clicked his tongue and took his knife off the wall.
"Right. I should've remembered, this place is messing with our senses."
"Ok. So, any attempts to navigate this place using sound or marks is out of the question." Dove said with a resigned sigh.
Instead of going forward, they ended up staying lost. Due to the lack of sound, there was nothing else to follow. Enzo opted to knocking on the wall as they decided to stay put instead, searching for echoes.
The new room they ended up in had no corpses, or blood markings on the wall. There were scratches and evidence of struggle and fights, but no presence of a person.
There was a cabinet with doors that used to have glass windows, but had long been shattered, along with whatever used to be inside. Aside from that was a small table by the wall, a large picture frame hung above, the picture all torn up beyond comprehension. There were two chairs with the table. After inspecting the seats for anything sharp and such, Dove carefully led Alana to the table so she could sit down.
From the way she walked, it was safe to assume her ankle was twisted or hurt. That would explain why Enzo had to help her walk before.
Whilst waiting to see what Enzo was searching for, she knelt down after asking if she could take a look.
"He put a cuff on my ankle." Alana suddenly said, making Dove look up.
"When I got taken here, it was after I got lost in the woods. Those trolls ambushed me, knocked me out, next thing I knew, I woke up in a weird room in this house, a cuff on my ankle, a long chain attached."
"How did you manage to avoid all the bear traps?"
"There were bear traps?!" The woman sat up straight and asked, clutching the edge of the warm coat.
Dove snapped her mouth shut, screeching internally with regret.
"Ah I see! The kidnapper must've installed them only after kidnapping you. New strategy to either capture or prevent people from finding his base easier I see!" She quickly rambled to ease the woman's fears.
She stood up and turned away from the woman, not wanting to converse anymore. There was a vivid bruise on her ankle. Dove placed her briefcase down on the floor as she opened it, reaching deep inside to search for that any possible aid kit or anything. Her eyes darting up to see what Enzo was doing, anything to keep herself busy.
The man was searching for a specific spot, he found nothing on the first wall and moved to the second, the one with no door. As soon as he heard a hollow noise, he took out a different knife, one with a longer blade. Using his arm strength, he made it seem easy as he stabbed it into the wall, much deeper than the previous, and began making a tear through the wood as if it were fabric.
That knife looked to be about as long as a machete, I would later learn that the reason he made it look so easy, is because the blade made it very easy. As it turns out, that blade he used was one he designed, specifically to allow him to easily slice through bone.
The sound of the wood tearing and being cut through as he made a slice, it was like a crunching sound, but smooth, and just the middle note of a crunching sound being extended.
Enzo stepped back, studied the cut her made, and made three more cuts to create a hole, big enough to create like a regular sized, square window. But before he could even push out the cut wood, there was suddenly this sound that could be heard through the cracks he made.
Stepping back, quickly put his long blade away, back into his own briefcase, and reached for the baton as his side.
There came this thumping noise, the sound of wood creaking, and then this muffled screeching.
Alana panicked, grabbing Dove's arm.
"We have to go." She said urgently.
"We have to go, that crazy man is coming!"
"Dove, shield Alana and yourself." Enzo told her.
She quickly took out her gun again, first unloading the magazine to check if she still had ammo. The magazine, unfortunately, did not look like the traditional kind. When it came out, instead of seeing a magazine with an open end where the bullets would be inserted into, it just looked like some sort of battery, had a strange glow, all black save for the white bars. It was like the icon for a digital battery, in physical form.
She saw that it only showed one white bar at the bottom near the hilt of the magazine.
"What is that?" Alana asked, her voice quivering. "Is it gonna help?"
Dove was silent before answering, "It's been helping me survive in this house.", and stood close next to the woman, gun pointed down, fingers beside the trigger but not on it, ready to shoot.
The thumping sound and the creaking of wood got louder, until it turned into the loud and sharp noise of wood getting crashed into, or splintered broken.
Enzo calmly stepped back as something came crashing through the wall. The end of his baton extended into something long and sharp, and he held it up back-hand style. First dodging the piece of the wall he cut out and kicking it to the side.
*SHNK* *CRACK*
And stabbed the heavy desk that got launched through.
The impact pushed him back. He planted one foot back and the other forward, stabbed further in, making a crack in the desk. He used his free hand to reach into the crack and split it further in half.
Using his spear and hand, he threw either half to either side of him.
They made loud crashing noises and created mass amounts of dust clouds, clunking with all the fallen and broken drawers inside the two halves. Alana covered her mouth with the sleeve of the coat. Dove held her breath and tried not to close her eyes as she winced, trying to keep them open.
"PHEW! I knew that would work!" Said a very cheerful voice in this grim atmosphere.
Enzo planted his hands on his hips, looking annoyed while Dove stood up straight as soon as she heard the voice.
"Annabelle?" She called out.
The smiling girl peeked her head around Enzo, waving at her happily before paying attention to Enzo. Her clothes were ragged, some tears here and there, hands and arms bleeding from all the tiny scratches. Even her long, braided hair, was a mess and had a few strands loose here and there.
"You could've hurt someone or yourself with that stunt."
"But I didn't, and it helped me get to you guys much quicker!" She shrugged.
She then waved her phone around.
"I finally got my phone back from the imposter! And I made sure they couldn't try anything like that again!"
"What did you do?"
"Did, did that girl just throw that desk through the wall?" Alana asked from the back.
Dove turned back to answer her.
"She is a teammate of ours. We are safe around her, mostly."
Before Annabelle could answer, there came another thumping sound, another set of footsteps, moving fast.
"Oh, right! Before I answer your question- the reason I threw the desk!" Annabelle cheerfully said as she side-stepped and pointed back at the person making its way towards them. She was also showing that she had destroyed a couple other walls.
"I was running from someone I was not prepared to fight."
Enzo calmly looked up, seeing the figure get closer and bigger. A shadowy person walking through the dark towards them, like at the pace of a typical serial killer stalking its prey in a horror movie.
Alana screamed as soon as she caught a glimpse, nearly falling as she wanted to limp away from it quickly.
"Dove, get Alana and leave this room but stay close so we don't lose you both." He told the girl before crossing his arms, eyes never leaving the figure coming closer.
There was a crooked smile on his lob-sided face.
"What am I looking at?"
"Pale, grey skin, zombie-style clothes, a lanky-ish body minus the muscle in the arms and shoulders, a thin waist and ribs though. Has a very obvious and bad case of scoliosis. Honestly almost laughable were it not for the giant sickle and hundreds of needles embedded in that whip he has." Annabelle answered quickly, still a smile on her face but also keeping her guard up.
"Do you still have your gun?"
"No, ran out of bullets, and then lost the gun because he knocked it out of my hand with his whip."
"Here, catch." Dove called out, tossing her gun to Annabelle as she helped Alana out of the room. The woman was crying.
"Not a lot of bullets. Sorry. Make them count."
Annabelle pulled on the slide to load and then aimed at the incoming crooked man.
She shot him in the head.
His head lolled and his body got knocked off balance, wobbling.
"Oh yeah, bullets don't work on him."
The crooked man then stood back on his feet, his head dangling over his shoulder. The neck was broken but he kept thinking. Instead, he screamed and began running towards them, head and arms moving as if he doesn't have many bones.
The scream was so irritating and high pitched, Alana covered her ears, Enzo got more annoyed.
"Right, I forgot that makes him angry." Annabelle smiled nonchalantly.
"Oh, now you tell me." Enzo told her as he grabbed her and pulled her out of the way.
The thing cracked his whip at his face. Enzo blocked with his knife.
He grit his teeth when the needles in the whip grazed his hand.
He passed his knife to Annabelle, took out his baton, blocked another crack of the strange creature's whip.
It wrapped around his baton. The thing tried to pull. Enzo grabbed with both hands and yanked him forward, hard.
It got thrown towards him. Enzo ducked away from his sickle. Annabelle appeared from behind, threw Enzo's knife into his chest like a javelin. Enzo quickly side kicked him.
It fell, skid across the floor. He ran before it could move, stomped on his hand that held the sickle. The thing whipped at Enzo again. He blocked with his arm, groaned, extended his baton again and stabbed the thing's other arm into the floor.
Annabelle grabbed its other hand before it could rotate and slit the back of Enzo's knee.
"Dove, can I borrow your baton?"
The girl took hers out from her sleeve and tossed it to her.
While keeping her foot on the flat side of the sickle, keeping it down, she nailed the creature's wrist. Enzo took his foot away, and after making sure his knife was keeping the creature pinned to the floor, he knelt down, still keeping a foot on its other arm.
When they tried to take the weapons from the thing, they realized something new and strange about the creature's skin.
"Are these, glued to his hands?"
When they pulled, even after rendering the wrists useless, the weapons wouldn't budge. The thing continued screaming and screeching and still made noise even after Annabelle punched its jaw a few times.
She would ask questions, but it clearly didn't speak any verbal language.
It wasn't until Enzo unfurled the fingers and pulled again, did he see that the handle of the whip was attached to the creature's hand.
"Does this thing just have rubber for skin?" Enzo groaned as he pulled more on the handle, only to watch in horror as the palm kept sticking to the whip, skin unnaturally stretched like elastic rubber.
The creature then began to contort under his foot, like he was convulsing.
It screamed and howled again, his head shaking and eyes darting everywhere as the rest of its body moved. The bones underneath the rubbery flesh jostled.
Enzo straddled the thing to keep him down, took out his pocketknife, flicked it open, raised it up, and stabbed the creature through the skull.
But there was no crack. No sign that he broke through a skull.
He stabbed again and again, and suddenly, everyone realized, this creature doesn't even bleed. Instead, the whip in its hand began to move on its own, whipping around suddenly with no aim.
It whipped Enzo in the face. He grabbed it despite the pain from the needles in the rope.
It continued to go crazy in his hand. It was like holding an electric eel. Only the whip was much longer and got longer and whacked anything near it as the monster underneath kept trying to move.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!"
He took his long blade out from the thing's chest to cut the whip. It only continued to writhe.
Imagine a snake that just, realized how flexible it was, and was high on bath salts I guess, and just whipping around. Oh, and just getting grazed by it guaranteed some bloodshed. Enzo was so unhappy.
The creature kept screaming, Annabelle jumped in to deal with the sentient whip as Enzo silenced the thing. Too much noise
He grabbed its head and stabbed the inside of its mouth. The screaming turned into a gargling. He took his knife out and aimed for the throat.
Now it was just a convulsing body making choking sounds while pinned to the floor.
The man stood up, catching his breath. He wiped off the sweat from his brow, watching the thing squirm.
The whip attempted to wrap around Annabelle's throat and constrict. She bit it, wrestled with the crazy rope. Her arms became bloodier. She screamed even with a full mouth.
Got away from the body, she grabbed the end of the whip, and then the end that was cut off, arms crossed underneath the coils.
Enzo flicked his knife, about to step in.
She shook her head, mouth full and muffling something.
Despite the needles, she held tightly to the ends, it was all wrapped around her arms. She pushed up, fell to the floor as she took it off like the most painful shirt, tangled it into a not.
She threw it to the floor. It kept moving, so she picked up one of the halves of the desk and smashed it onto the thing.
Her arms fell to her sides as she caught her breath. Her blood dripping on the floor.
"Ho Bisogno di un nuovo coltello."
"What?" Annabelle tilted her head.
"I brought pistole but clearly not enough coltelli." He pointed all the weapons they used to keep the creature nailed down and then pointed to the shaking desk. The sentient whip underneath continuing to convulse just like its owner.
He seemed very disappointed in himself. Perhaps he's upset that his knives did not manage to kill or fatally wound the new nightmare as they had usually done.
Dove and Alana had stayed out of the room but near the doorway. Dove made sure the scared woman held onto her sleeves as she hid behind her, while the girl's eyes never stopped watching.
Her eyes only shifted away when there came a new sound.
Wood creaking, low rumbling of something heavy being moved. The cabinet shook, its already shattered items making noises as they jostled together.
The girl looked up to see dust and crumbs falling from the ceiling.
Then, cracks along the wall where the old portrait hung.
"What's happening now?" The woman behind her asked, gripping her sleeve tighter.
"Is the place falling apart because of the wall I broke?" Annabelle pondered with an exhausted smile, drooping eyelids. That or she was becoming dazed from the low energy and blood loss.
Enzo picked up his baton, taking it out of the creature's arm, and quickly back away when it tried to grab him. Its mouth was gargling and making these chomping motions, the teeth were all red and the eyes had no eyelids.
He considered grabbing his other blades, noticed the sounds were getting loud as he saw the walls and ceiling crack more, and groaned as he rushed over to grab Annabelle.
He took her by the waist, hoisted her over his shoulder and towards the doorway where Alana and Dove were waiting.
The hallway they stood in shook as well, but there was no crumbling of the ceilings in the hallway. Then there came the sound of splintering wood in other areas of the house.
Before they could get farther, the ceiling of the room finally broke, and a huge chunk got lifted up.
Moonlight shone into the room from the giant hole in the ceiling. A person appeared near the broken edge, holding the giant chunk they just tore out.
They were silent, looking around inside, until they spotted Enzo and the others just about to leave the room.
"Should we be worried?" Dove asked in a low, wary voice.
Enzo walked back into the room, a dazed Annabelle still over his shoulder. He gently put her down as he kept staring up at the face with a tired, annoyed expression.
"No, Mio caro, but you can be pissed if you want."
The figure tossed the large chunk of the house's roof away. It made a crashing noise somewhere. And he made his way down, stepping onto the edge and jumping down inside, onto the floor. Made it look too easy.
The moonlight illuminated most of his features; he had hair with a blueish hue, very similar to Leon's, even having the same light-colored tone. He was also tall with pale skin. No glasses, and he wore an expensive looking cotton blue button up-shirt, tucked into black suit pants folded neatly at the cuffs. He wore black oxfords and stood up with this impeccable posture.
There was a book in his hand, and when quickly noticing the convulsing nightmare being behind him, pinned to the floor by multiple weapons, he first made his way over to that. The mystery man opened the book to a blank page, knelt down, and held it close to the nightmare.
It finally dissipated, turning into black smoke that seeped into the black pages. More inky smoke seeped into the pages from somewhere else. The whip crushed underneath the desk, was also being captured along with its owner.
He snapped the book shut, stood up, and put his free hand up with a shrug.
"We were expecting you to wait for us." He said with this eloquent voice, said with this accent that can't be easily described.
"There are several corpses throughout this house, and one of our interns needs medical attention." Enzo gestured to Annabelle who was currently sitting on the floor, he wouldn't let her lay down lest anything on the floor get into her wounds and infect them.
The young lady looked up at the man before them, smiling, and giggled.
"He looks like Leon! But grouchy and more expensive! Hehe!"
"If, this is Leon's brother, where is the other brother?" Dove piped up, carefully holding up Alana as they came back into the room as well.
"Unless I was mistaken, it was implied that there were more than one?" She said with careful wording as she looked up at the man.
He stepped further into the light and looked down at Annabelle who was sitting on the floor, the skin on her arms shredded and bleeding, and then to Dove, who was acting as a crutch for a woman with a sprained ankle. He grinned and pointed his thumb at the wall, closest to the giant hole.
More noises came, first some crunching ones, like someone punching a wall, and then more cracks of splintering wood. Alana covered her ears, and so did Enzo.
Dove watched with wide eyes as the second brother arrived, after tearing a giant chunk out of the wall, making the hole made by the first person, bigger.
He ripped it out with ease, propped the large piece to the side, and let it fall as he stepped inside next.
The second one also wore expensive clothing and appeared to be pale and tall; except he had this luscious long hair. It was smooth and straight, a dark color, greatly contrasting with the first man.
Enzo leered at them both with an annoyed expression.
"What took you so long?"
"We were making our way here from New Orleans, stopped by Macabre House to pick up this book Laurence wanted us to bring." The one with blueish hair said.
"We were told you would've been waiting for us, tried to call but no one responded." The other one with dark, long hair said, holding up a phone.
Enzo sighed, now feeling the vibrations of his phone in his pocket, all the notifications finally getting received. He stayed crouched next to Annabelle, and he spoke out loud and over his shoulder so both interns could hear him.
"These are the ones Leon was telling us about. Dimitri and Jean. They are both vampires like him, and both his brothers, technically. The one with dark hair, Dimitri, is his brother-in-law."
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