InterActiveNovels: The Vampyre (Jonathan Polidori)

 

I was in the drawing room with many other people I didn't know, none of them looked at me, probably my twenty-first century clothes certainly looked extremely exotic.

The room was immense at its extremities. I saw two enormous windows, I asked myself how long does it take to clean a window that is at least three meters high? poor domestics.

The walls were straw yellow, the ceiling was red.

In the middle I observed an immense chandelier supported by countless ropes, and then I saw figures of dragons, twisted people and here too an eye. very similar to that painted on a picture with a gold frame, hanging above the fireplace.

The fire was dying out, so I decided to stack the pieces of wood.

A frozen pinky brushed my neck, then I felt a firm grip on my shoulders, he was Lord Ruthven, his eyes frozen my heart, I felt a strange sensation, a mix between anxiety and fear.

He was  very polite to me. I fell in love with his voice, his aspect, and his polite determination that it was my business to reset the pieces of wood.

He invited me to sit on a table made of wood and black marble with some strips of white.

In front of me I saw Aubery, he was absent, his eyes were partially closed, a pale skin.

I interrupted his suffering, telling him who I was, he looked at me and I noticed that his eyes were turned off. His sister kissed the Earl of Marsden, I saw the dead in his face.

I took a carafe of red wine and poured the wine into his glass.

To break the ice I told him that I was born in a hilly village where the wine takes on a maritime and mountain flavor, he without smiling told me that Italy is a beautiful country, I even added the English countryside.

I decided to alleviate his suffering telling him that to break an oath is not a deadly sin for a good reason.

I didn't have many arguments to convince him, it was impossible to me telling the truth. 

Once I obtained his trust, my intention was to tell him that he was a character of a short story named the  vampyre and that  his creator was a noble Englishman, John Polidori, damn this is not the right way.

My plan be was tell him that his solemn oath to Lord Ruthven was based on a deception, and for this reason he could tell his sister that this is not a nobleman but an evil creature. I closed my eyes, but then a dilemma arises: Are the literary characters in the metaverse conscious?