Christopher Lois, a typical teenager of 13 who runs away from home after a quarrel with his mother. Upon leaving home, he is exposed to dangers beyond his wildest imagination. He ends up transforming into a vampire by three vampires set out on a mission to destroy the Waeroherias, also known as Werewolves. When he wakes up after the transformation, he finds himself in the Cave of the Moon. He, being the owner of the Golden Diamond, said to have powers to lead them on their way to the Sacred Lands of Gods manages to open and all four of them are sucked into the diamond ...
The postman walked away from his responsibility, his last one, his final job to freedom of the carefree – boring everyday life. His work wasn’t such a difficulty, and neither quite as simple as you’d think.
All he had to do was to deliver envelopes that needed sending in a day. And usually, he manages to finish them before the evening came. And now, back to home for a refreshing shower before his date at the Excellence De France Dinner Diner.
As he walked away, the curtains were swung aside and two large, striking blue eyes peeped at the post-box. A moment later, a maid, dressed in plain white and black, the typical attire a maid would usually wear, rushed down the stairs. She quickly took the brown envelope and rushed into the house as though a hundred Labradors were at her heels.
As she walked into the house towards the sinister staircase which twirled upwards like some kind of crazy labyrinth, before leading to her mistress’ fancy chamber, she looked at the envelope. It was brown, thick and bulging. It
even bore a golden seal, the kind of thing wealthy and snobbish people would use.
She had reached the long, never – ending corridor. She reminded herself, to give it to the door at the end, not the first one on her right which stood out apart from the gloomy doors for no apparent purpose. She glanced at the white door on her right before walking to the last door, that could make a lion feel intimidated and shake with fear.
Hesitating slightly as she felt everything freeze around her, she knocked on the mahogany door. Being in this house, being part of the household forced her to remember the rules that were so long ago placed in her mind.
RULE 1: KNOCK ON THE DOOR, BEFORE YOU ENTER.
This however had to be done only once. Or else, the mistress will be your own personal hell to you.
RULE 2: YOU MUST RESPECT VISITORS OF THE RESPECTED.
The visitors in this case, were not very friendly at all. They were long – faced women who liked to criticize everything. If this rule isn’t obeyed, you can kiss your monthly bonuses
goodbye. That wasn’t all, she wouldn’t be able to see her favourite little buddy, Chris in the house. That was the worst hell she could probably suffer, and to make things worse, the mistress knew.
RULE 3: DO WHAT YOU ARE LISTED TO DO.
Or else, you will get fired. If she had a family at the very least, she could go back and tell her family, cry over it. But being here, and the reality of being an orphan didn’t help her at all. At times, she wished she could just spit on the mistress’ face and leave the hell hole once and for all.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
‘Enter ,’ the feminine voice came and so was the response to the continuous knocks.
‘A very good morning, mistress. Is there anything I can do for you?’ greeted the maid.
The mistress, as usual, was admiring herself at the mirror. The mistress was beautiful, but her mean behaviour destroyed it. And here she was playing with her hair. She motioned the maid forward, her eyes fixed on the envelope in the hands of the dressed in white maid.
‘This was delivered just now, ’ the maid said awkwardly and gave the letter to the mistress. The mistress pulled out a long silver blade and
sliced the side swiftly. The blade glinted as bright as it was sharp and the envelope was open she read through it. She grinned in satisfaction.
‘Who delivered this? ’ she questioned the maid.
‘The postman,’ the maid said.
But her real intention was to say a policeman. Hey, what’s wrong with a little sarcasm in life? Right?
‘Leave now, and call my son here. Never linger, ’ the mistress ordered.
‘Yes, then I shall continue attending to the dishes, mistress, ’ the maid said and walked out of the room. Now, my buddy’s room, she thought. The door opened as soon as it was pushed.
I looked up at the sudden intrusion.
‘Your mother is awaiting your arrival at her chamber, ’ said the maid. That’s when we both burst out laughing.
‘I thought I had already told you not to speak to me in that ancient manner. It gives me ‘real bad’ goose bumps and it means ‘real bad’ for my reputation, ’ I stated.
‘Well, I had the ‘real bad’ impression that your mother had installed a CCTV in here, ’ the maid said, while straightening her apron.
‘Of course, she did. For two things actually, one to see if I keep to my daily Facebook curfew and to spy on whatever you do when
you come up here. I reprogrammed it, though, ’ I said pointing at the screen of my ACER laptop.
On it was a scene of the maid talking to me in a polite – ancient way.
‘Wow! How did you do this? ’ exclaimed the maid to me.
Pointing at the trail of wires that scaled a hidden section of the wall rising up to the automatic CCTV that changed direction every few minutes. I pressed a small button under my table as the wall compressed the wires, and lo and behold, the wires were gone.
‘HIM, Human Illusion Modifier, ’ I explained.
‘I think you’d better go now. Your mother might get impatient’ the maid continued before strutting out of the room.
I stepped and turned for my mother’s room. As I pushed the door, cold air rushed at my face. I closed the door silently behind me. There was a torn envelope on the table beside me. I took it and noticed a junior college seal.
‘Here,’ said my mother, waving a white, and a picture of a lotus printed at the side of the letter. I moved forward to take it and noticed that it had been folded neatly into three halves.
It had already been opened, but someone – probably… No, obviously my mum – had stapled it back. One part of it had been torn unevenly and I could see the trace of a hole running along the side. I noticed a small logo
at the bottom of the page. ‘Add us on Facebook’. I laughed because I knew my mother hated it.