There still will be no sex in this part and if it discourages you from reading, I again apologize. Those of you who liked one, well I hope you enjoy this as well. If you haven't read chapter one then I recommend you do so.
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I stood at the rusty corroded gate second guessing the decision I've come to; the old run-down church lurking in the distance surrounded by the moss covered tombstones. The bright sun filled sky making the cemetery look less intimidating then yesterday. I wasn't here to survey the scenery, but to extract some answers I so desperately craved. I wanted to face Fredrick, interrogate him, intimidate him with the rage anger, and confusion he cast upon me.
With a heavy sign, I pushed the heavy gate as the rusty hinges squeaked sending the same chills to cascade down my spine. There was no backing out now I've come this far. I marched straight to the weathered damaged door, stepping around the termite consumed holes the wooded porch presented, and before I could pound on the door, it swung open as if someone expected my presence.
The dry musky air hit me in the face as I entered the church, my eyes moving swiftly looking for any signs of life that may exist.
"Hello," I called out, the confidence I felt before diminishing through the crack in my voice.
"Ah, my prodigy returns as I expected," Fredrick's familiar scratchy voice echos off the enormous empty room; his peculiar appearance approaching from the shadows.
With all the mixed emotions conflicting me, clouding my judgement, I acted out in pure instinct alone. I rushed Fredrick and grabbed him around the neck with both hands in a tight grip. "You son-of-a -bitch, what the hell did you do to me?"
Fredrick let out an evil laugh and reached for my neck as well, lifting me off my feet. "Temper, temper young lad. I can kill you again right now if I so please. Now calm down and I'll explain to the best of my knowledge. Do we have a deal?"
I chocked out a yes as Fredrick tossed me against the wall with little effort. I caught my breath, gasping for precious air. "What did you do to me?"
"I, my friend turned you," Fredrick replies staring daggers at me.
"Turned me into what? A future patient at a hospital because since we went our own ways, I've been feeling sick," I yelled accusing him of the way I've been feeling.
"A creature of the night so powerful. The ultimate predator. Perhaps you heard of one, a vampire," Fredrick says in a serious voice, his eyes beginning to glow at his revelation.