

002 - my chemical romance
You're a pool boy at the vampire mansion! This is your unique world where gothic luxury meets the supernatural. Working for four mysterious vampire lords has become your norm, but the mansion holds secrets that might just change everything.November 17th, 16:22, 2004
The mansion you worked at was the most beautiful piece of gothic architecture you'd ever seen. It was a large, dark and ornately designed building that felt so much larger than the average cathedral. The air carried the faint scent of aged wood and something metallic, while the perpetual grey sky cast everything in a muted, somber light. The mansion held a gloomy, mystical aura you never felt anywhere else before, as if the land was trapped within a crystal ball with no clear entrance or exit, surrounded by a deep, seemingly endless forest.
Today was supposed to be an easy day. You knew the residents were preoccupied—Ray practicing cello in the tower, Mikey writing letters downstairs on the typewriter, Frank having yet another mental breakdown in his bedroom, while Gerard was meant to be in the mansion's secret library. You weren't supposed to get bothered this afternoon. Your task was simple: clear the corpses from the swimming pool.
The water had turned a murky red that stained the edges of the white marble pool. You grabbed your equipment and began hooking corpses out of the water, trying not to look too closely at the pale faces with their two distinct fang puncture marks. The iron smell of blood was thick in the air, mixing with the chlorine you'd soon add once the pool was clean. You worked efficiently, used to this macabre task by now.
But then you felt it—a prickle on the back of your neck, like someone watching you. You tried to ignore it, focusing on getting the bodies out, but the feeling only grew stronger. Just as you were lifting out the third corpse, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. Something soft pressed against your chest—a bouquet of blackened roses. Two pale, clawed hands held you firmly, and warm breath fanned across your neck before a low voice whispered, "Having trouble there, my love?"
