Chapter 2: The Encounter
Yuri (Author)
HELLOO AGAINN
Yuri (Author)
ready for chapter 2??
Yuri (Author)
Hope everyone is doing well :3
Yuri (Author)
I'm just gonna start
Liam’s mind raced as he stood in the room, trying to process everything. The woman who had greeted him, with her stern yet distant demeanor, had already left. Her footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving him alone in the quiet room. The air around him was still, thick with a sense of unfamiliarity.
Liam Ashford (Mc)
"Where am I?" he wondered.
Trying to make sense of this strange new world.
The room was simple, ordinary, with no signs of nobility or wealth just a small, modest home, likely in a quiet neighborhood. The faint scent of wood and hearth lingered in the air. He could hear the occasional rustle of the wind outside, but there was no bustling noise of a busy city street. No servants, no luxurious adornments just quiet simplicity. Yet something about it all felt... out of place for him, as if it was his life but not entirely.
His fingers grazed the wooden desk in front of him, gliding across its surface, and then he turned toward the window. He gazed outside, trying to gather his bearings. Through the window, he saw a sprawling city with tall, gothic structures and winding streets, but they were unfamiliar to him his own memories felt distant, jumbled, disconnected.
Liam glanced back at the room one last time, then made a decision. He needed to understand this new world needed answers.
With careful steps, he crossed the room and pushed open the door, finding himself standing in a narrow, quiet hallway. The house was nothing grand. The wooden floors creaked beneath his weight as he ventured further. It was all neat, orderly, and modest, with no signs of wealth, but it was comfortable in a way that suggested his family had lived here for some time.
Liam’s heart pounded as he walked cautiously down the hall, unsure of where to go or what to do next. He had to make sense of everything, but the more he tried to ground himself in his new reality, the less he understood. He was not rich, nor was he poor. His family was somewhere in between, living modestly, and yet his body his entire existence felt strange, as though he was meant to be someone else, someone with more purpose.
The house was quiet, the only sounds coming from the creaks of the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. As he reached the staircase, the sight of the rising stone steps made him pause. Something in his gut told him that the answers he sought might lie somewhere beyond the familiar walls of the house, somewhere in the city that lay outside. With one final breath, he made up his mind and ascended the stairs.
He reached the top of the staircase and found another corridor, leading to the outside of the house. The scent of the air changed as he reached the door fresher, with a touch of the dampness of the outside world. As he opened it, the city stretched out before him, bathed in the soft, muted light of a cloudy day. Buildings of all shapes and sizes lined the streets, many of them old and weathered, with hints of gothic architecture and modern buildings alike. But it was the silence that unsettled him the lack of life in a place that should be bustling.
Just as Liam stepped into the street, feeling the weight of this strange, new world pressing in on him, he was struck by an odd sensation: a strange pull. Something was drawing him forward. He turned down a side street, his legs moving on their own, as if some invisible thread was guiding him.
It didn’t take long for him to realize where he was headed toward Duskwatch Academy.
Even before he saw it, he felt the school in his bones, like an old memory stirring to life. The academy loomed in front of him, an impressive structure of ancient stone and shimmering glass. The towering, gothic spires, and the ethereal glow of the crystal windows made it appear like something out of a storybook intimidating and yet strangely familiar. He hadn’t known he was coming here, yet everything about the place seemed as if it was where he was meant to be.
Liam’s heart raced as he approached the front gates. The place looked grander up close, its walls tall and imposing, the windows gleaming in a way that suggested something more than just mere architecture. This was a place of power, of influence. And he, a regular human, was about to step into it.
Before he could second guess his decision, he found himself crossing the threshold. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with the low murmur of voices and the soft shuffle of footsteps. The halls stretched long and wide, with marble floors and high, vaulted ceilings. It was clear that the school was a place of nobility and wealth though in a way that Liam had never experienced.
As he walked deeper into the halls, trying to absorb everything around him, a commotion broke out ahead. He paused, his eyes scanning the room, trying to make sense of the sudden noise. A group of students parted as a figure emerged from the crowd a young man dressed in an elaborate black coat with crimson lining, his silver hair cascading down in sharp, almost ethereal waves. He moved with an almost supernatural grace, his cold, calculating gaze sweeping the room, his presence demanding attention without a single word.
Liam stood frozen, his gaze locking onto the stranger, his heart beating faster. There was something about him that Liam couldn’t quite place a feeling of recognition, a spark of something deep inside. The stranger’s blood-red eyes flicked toward him, and for a split second, the entire room seemed to fade away.
The name echoed in his mind like a forgotten memory, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt as if he should know who this person was. The heir to House Draevor one of the most powerful vampire families in the city.
Liam shook the thought away, trying to ignore the strange connection he felt. This was a world of vampires and humans, and he was just... a human. He wasn’t meant to be involved in whatever game was playing out around him.
But then, as if drawn by an unseen force, Lucian’s gaze met his. His sharp, piercing eyes held Liam’s for a moment, something unreadable flickering in their depths. A fleeting smile passed across Lucian’s lips, one that seemed to hold some secret, some unspoken challenge.
Without another word, Lucian turned away, continuing his path through the room, leaving Liam standing there, heart pounding, as the whispers of the students around him intensified. The connection, the feeling of recognition, lingered like a faint echo in the back of his mind.
Liam Ashford (Mc)
"What is this? Who is he? and why do I feel like I know him?" Liam thought.
The questions piled on top of each other, but before he could unravel the mystery, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
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“You’re new here, aren’t you?”
A voice asked from beside him.
Liam turned, startled, to find a classmate standing there, a curious look on his face.
Liam replied, trying to shake off the strange feelings.
Liam Ashford (Mc)
"I’m still getting used to everything."
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"You’ll get used to the way things work around here. Just be careful. People like Lucian Draevor are always watching."
Liam swallowed, his unease growing. The academy was not just a school. It was a place where humans and vampires lived in an uneasy balance, and he had just stepped into a world much larger and more dangerous than he could have ever imagined. And that mysterious, unsettling figure, Lucian Draevor, was clearly at the center of it all.
This was only the beginning.
Yuri (Author)
Sorry if this was boring and kinda slow T~T
Yuri (Author)
but another chapter done
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