18th Century Vampires
You stride to the chest and carefully pick up the paper. It appears to be some form of older parchment. Not the common types you see these days.
You turn it over to find some text handwritten in large, cursive, reddish-brown letters. Reddish-brown. Blood? Your own blood? You shudder at the thought.
"Meet me again. When the time is right, you'll know the place."
At the bottom, there's an additional note.
"P.S. Stay out of the sun, love."
You place the paper back on the chest and wonder what has happened to you. You remember the events of just a few hours ago so clearly and yet you're completely uninjured now. And yet you posess a note from the girl.
So you couldn't have imagined it.
Or maybe you could have. You were pretty drunk.
Come to think of it, shouldn't you still feel pretty drunk? You haven't had enough time to sober up.
Unless you slept the clock around.
You take a deep breath and decide not to worry about it too much.
But what to do now?
You turn it over to find some text handwritten in large, cursive, reddish-brown letters. Reddish-brown. Blood? Your own blood? You shudder at the thought.
"Meet me again. When the time is right, you'll know the place."
At the bottom, there's an additional note.
"P.S. Stay out of the sun, love."
You place the paper back on the chest and wonder what has happened to you. You remember the events of just a few hours ago so clearly and yet you're completely uninjured now. And yet you posess a note from the girl.
So you couldn't have imagined it.
Or maybe you could have. You were pretty drunk.
Come to think of it, shouldn't you still feel pretty drunk? You haven't had enough time to sober up.
Unless you slept the clock around.
You take a deep breath and decide not to worry about it too much.
But what to do now?