Kill him.. you must kill him... make him like us.. KILL VULPIN! The voices were growing stronger as Aello moved from room to room, and it seemed she was beginning to find her way around. She didn't find anything on the bottom floor other than regular dust, and when there were no rooms left she had no choice but to head up stairs. Dust was everywhere, and stairs creaked under her weight. Vulpin was a ghost, and would not have noticed their disrepair, nor would his presence disturb the dust without great effort on his part. There were just as many rooms upstairs as there were down, but it didn't take Aello long to clear them all. When finally she entered the last room, a study of some sort, she spotted something that might just be what she was looking for. It was a bookshelf, filled with books. That by itself wouldn't have been such an oddity, it was a study afterall, but it was the names of the books that struck her as odd. "Jessica Thorton" "Adam Valdinox" "Marie Leopold" "Wesly Lark" There were many more, perhaps a dozen books in all, all with the names of an idividual person on them. Some of the names, the surnames to be precise, Aello might have recognized, though none of the individuals were any she had ever met in her life. And they weren't famous names either, or at least Aello had never heard of any of them. So why would someone have a collection of books named after random unimportant people? Assuming Aello did decide to open one of the books she would find it hollow, and filled with dust. Twelve books in all, each filled with dust. And not just any dust, Aello could tell. The dust called to her, begged her to punish Vulpin, begged her to release it from the horrible condition it was in. But what would happen when Aello restored the spirits? Would they thank her, and return to the cycle? Would they punish her for not taking care of Vulpin first? Or perhaps they would even take care of him themselves. Aello had no way of knowing, but she had found the source of the voices. The next move was hers to make. |