13:00, Oxford, Kings Road
Young Harry Gray left his house, 31 Kings Road, and took off in the direction of the library, a big smile on his face and holding a handful of books in his arms. He passed the corner and safely crossed the road like a normal everyday boy would. What he didn't notice was the figure stood just over the road, glaring at him, the figure wore full black and his face wasn't visible under the blackness of the hood. The figure stood there until Harry was out of view and then started to move in the same direction.
13:40, Oxford, Regal Street, Library
Harry Gray still held the books and still had the smile on his face as he entered the library. He approached the desk, handed over his books and then took off to find a book. He found a few of his favourites, Harry the Dragon, The Clown and The Happy Family. He read for a while and time started to progress, he only had to be home at 9:00 that night, his parents trusted him and knew he'd be safe. Harry starts to move about violently in his chair and then he finally stands up and heads for the toilet. Then it returned, the figure rose out of his hiding spot, it had been sat behind the bookcase behind Harry, watching and waiting. It quickly ran towards the books, faster than any other human being, whipped a knife out of his trousers and cut a big hole in the table. It would usually take about an hour but the figure managed to have it done in seconds. The figure produced a phone from his other trouser pocket and placed it into the hole. It then placed the book over the hole and left the library.
15:00, Oxford, Regal Street, Library
Harry finally leaves the toilet, holding his stomach and taking his seat and getting back to enjoying his book. It took him a while to notice the hole hidden underneath his book but after his arms were hurting in the position he was in and when moving the book collapsed and slipped a bit in the hole. Harry picked up the book and viewed the hole. A smile came on his face, for Harry it was like he had found a gold mine. He stuck his hand in and hit an item, he lifted it up and then he had it, the mobile phone. He clicked the home button and smiled "Finders Keepers" he joked clicking random buttons.
RING RING
Harry jumped, he didn't expect anyone to ring the phone, he viewed the screen, the caller was called Victor, what an old fashioned name. His heart was beating and then he finally got the courage to answer.
"Hello, who is this?" he asked
"Victor Virente, you've got my phone?" the caller answered in a scary, booming voice which caused Harry to gulp.
"I found it in the library, sorry sir" Harry said politely
"Good, meet me at Oxford Warrior Park in an hour and bring the phone" Victor said putting the phone down before Harry had a chance to speak again.
17:00, Oxford, Warrior Road
Harry Gray is seen walking slowly down the road, a phone tightly gripped in his hands and his face pale white. He stood outside the gates to Warrior Park for a couple minutes, staring in and looking around, little did he know that the person he was waiting for was behind him. Harry turned around like he was heading off home and jumps as he notices the hooded, scary looking figure. The figure looks deep into the eyes of Harry Gray and they both head off into the park, into the darkness like good friends.
18:00, Oxford, Oxford Warrior Park
Harry wakes him rubbing his head, he looks around thinking where he is and more importantly how he got there. He was in what looked like a graveyard, he stood up and started to follow the path too try too find a way out. Then Harry saw him and it all came back to him, he unclenched his knuckles that were strangely still attatched to the phone and started to walk towards Victor, he held out his arm, his pale white hand opened and he took the phone. Harry nodded and started to walk away but Victor grabbed him by his jacket. He pulled him close and then he loosened his hood, he slowly pulled his arm up and then the hood dropped, Horror. Harry went still, he went ghost white. Victor had bright white hair, he looked so old but his skin looked so smooth and wrinkle-free, his face, like his hands was pale white. But this wasn't what scared Harry. Victor's eyes were lifeless, like Victor was dead and had been dead for a long, long time. Harry pulled as hard as he could and it worked, he ran for his life following the path and then he tripped and then the fangs sunk in.
Victor is believed to be living still this day and he is believed to wear the same clothing he wears in this story. But, he has left Oxford, he is believed to be in another city. Waiting for another target.
Written by Joe (Admin)
"Never leave the house alone my children"
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