Within the dark silent room, a young man wrote silently in what appeared to be a journal of sorts. He wrote with a bird feather, a quill, and constantly dipped it in red liquid before it traveled across the piece of parchment. It made awfully fine lines and moved extremely quickly as if the quill were moving by itself. A beam of light cut through the room to show that it was extremely neat, otherworldly neat, but only for a second did the light get the male's attention before it went back to the paper. Some of the black tape on the window seemed to be coming off, honest mistake. 

When another beam of light broke through the curtains he sighed loudly before he dropped the quill and stood as smoke rolled off his shoulder before he stepped into the shade. His menacing red eyes barely shimmered in the darkness as he glared at the window. The tape was peeling off gradually. "Can I get nothing done without interruptions?!" William barked at God. His voice flooded the house and echoed off the walls in the very dungeon. William's voice was ruff and powerful and seemed to match his appearance easily.

 The house had most of its windows tinted to point f barely allowing light in and made looking into house pointless. All one would see is blackness, which made the brightest whitest house in the neighborhood look extremely gloomy. He tore the door to his room open with little effort, just barely avoiding snatching it off its hinges before he stormed through the corridor. He stopped abruptly upon seeing a man at the end of the corridor, he was supposed to be in the dungeon. The man appeared extremely sweaty despite how cold William usually allowed the air conditions to run in the dungeon. 

How long had he been standing there? Despite how tough the man tried to look, William's eyes could see through him. The man was nervous, scared and undoubtedly had come to free himself while William slept. The man didn't have a shirt on and his muscles made William proud, they had chosen the strongest to do the job. "Come here!" William commanded as he pointed his finger at the floor right in front of him and the man jumped upon hearing it. A minute passed before the man finally decided to move, he knew his hesitation would be rewarded with punishment. 

It was when the man walked that William realized that he was holding something behind his back, something he didn't want his master to see till the time was just right. It piqued his interest what they had all come together and decided to kill him with "What have you got there?" William tried to sound sincere. The man looked behind his back before looking forward without an answer, speechless. "I said show me WHAT IS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" William yelled, his arm moving so fast the man couldn't see it coming before the man flew into the shelf behind him. A trail of blood landed on the once clean floor before the sound of glass breaking resounded throughout the house. 

A gift? His eyes widened and stared at the broken glass. William had become paranoid in these last few days and the beam of sunlight penetrating only his room put him on edge. "I'm sorry Christopher, but I need you to patch up that opening in my window." William said walked over to the man. He seemed to have been buried in the many books that fell down. The vampire master reached down into the books to grab the man, but he could feel nothing other than books. Within the silence William could hear a beating heart, but it was coming from behind him instead of under the books. William turned around fast, just as the man stabbed him with what appeared to be silver spike made into a cross. A necklace with a crucified Jesus was dangling from the intersection.