~~Chapter 14~~
~~The Unknown Index~~
The Master smiled and nodded. Then he left. Lisa sighed and walked up to Michael.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Michael said. Lisa saw that Michael was scared to death. And she knew that Michael didn't trust her anymore. Lisa untied Michael.
"What are you doing?"
"Michael," Lisa said. "Run. I want you to run. Now."
Michael stood and looked into Lisa's eyes.
"Please, just go. Just--" Michael passionately kissed Lisa on the lips.
"Michael..."She moaned. She pulled away. "Go. Please."
Michael took one last look into her eyes and ran. Lisa sat in the chair and buried her face in her hands.
When Michael reached the top of the staircase, he saw the people partying. Quietly, he searched for a way around them. The room was packed and there was no way to get to the front door without being noticed. His heartbeat increased when he saw The Master come towards him. He had a tray with many different knives in his hands. Michael walked quietly along side the wall. He could have sworn The Master made eye contact with him but he assumed that he didn't see him. Michael reached and staircase that was going upwards.
He made his escape there.
"Where is he??!" The Master asked Lisa as he entered the cold stone room.
"I don't know," Lisa said standing. "I tried to restrain him but--"
"You ass!!!" The Master screamed. "How could you let him get away?!!!!" The Master dropped the tray of knives and held his head. His eyes converted to an eerie blue.
"NO!" Lisa screamed. The Master looked up and his eyes were back to normal. "Please!" She begged.
"Lisa! I know you've only been a vampire for a short time, but you got to get over it! I want his blood, damn it! I want it now!"
Lisa fell silent in fear.
Michael reached the top of the stairs. There was a long hallway of doors. When he opened the first door, an agonizing pain split through his stomach, like a gunshot. Michael doubled over and tried his hardest not to scream.
I will find you...the voices said. And when I find you, you are dead... The pain didn't go away. It became worse every second he breathed. Tears came to his eyes. He knew for sure he was going to die. Right in the mansion. Breathing hard, Michael moved into the room. The room looked like a small apartment. It had a small couch, a little kitchen and a table and chairs. The pain became worst. He doubled over again. He felt a liquid on his arm. He looked down, and he was drenched in his own blood.