Far away from the room, the toad flopped around after smacking his head on the wall and falling unconscious for a few spare moments when the house had started to shift around. He looked around him to see that there was no one in sight but where was he? The house he had been moving around had suddenly turned to something else.
He didn’t know what was going on but he did hear the sound of gunshots that were still ringing in his ears. The sound was too high for him. Hearing sounds coming from the other side of the house, he decided to go up this time. One hop at a time on the stairs, moving continuously and reaching the rooms to see one of them which was open.
Durik had not seen this part of the room open and he decided to hop and flop himself on the ground, not liking that every time he moved, dust moved up in the air because of the impact his webbed feet left on the ground.
Oh, wait, he did come here! Thought Durik to himself. It was because of the change in the house architecture that he had lost his way. When he went inside the room, he looked at the cupboard that had opened themselves along with drawers. He didn’t know why but he felt as if something wasn’t right in here. There was almost a scary feeling in his chest that he could feel when he stayed still there. Surely there were no ghosts in here but there were much more scary creatures like the black witches who could turn a person into a toad. It had been quite a number of hours since he had escaped the toad room and yet no spell had been cast, his body had not returned to normal. He was still stuck as a toad!
Durik wondered how sad life was. He flopped closer to the broken window now even though it was open, he wouldn’t be able to pass through it to go outside.
He wondered how his thoughts had led to this current situation. First, was when he had let Lady Penelope cast a spell by the black witch’s hand. He had then ended up in the black market. Second, he should have gone back to Quinn’s mansion, but the need for freedom had made him go near the carriages and he had been kidnapped! Or was it frognapped?
His nose then suddenly caught in smell, a bad smell that came behind him.
Turning around, Durik started to follow the smell even though he didn’t like it to come and stand in front of a parted door. He wondered what was in there. Taking his small frog body, he started to push the door with a great effort which thankfully because the wind moved right now for Durik to look in horror at what was present in this little secret room.
There were several girls who were sitting one after another in line and they were all dead. Some who were old and decayed and some that looked badly badgered on the face leaving the face unrecognizable.
And one among them was someone he knew. Grace Quinn.
Half of her face was badgered by the rod which the black witcher had used to hit her over and over again. Durik was horrified to see her in such a state. The smell of blood was potent in the air and he couldn’t look away from her. One half of her face was enough to recognize her while the other half was a complete mess. He remembered the sound of the metal hitting the head that made his crawl.
Durik couldn’t believe she was dead yet. It felt unreal with the amount of blood that was finally drying around her face. Just when he was still trying to let the thoughts sink in he saw Lady Grace take in a breath.
She was still alive!
While Durik was scared to go near the corpses by which the young vampiress was surrounded, he tried to walk towards her. Trying to get closer to her.
“Lady Grace!” he called that turned out as a croak.
The frog continued to croak over and over again in an effort to wake the lady up. She was breathing but she was losing blood from behind her head and he quickly jumped away when he realized he was on the sticky wet blood when he had gone near. He had to wake her and get out of here.
Durik couldn’t do much but croak so he did the best he could to be a loud croaker so that she would get up and chase him at least. He didn’t know who had come into the house but whoever it was had come to get killed or to turn to toads by the hands of the black witches.
Lady Grace was alive but her consciousness had been lost. He knew there was no way a second-generation vampire could be killed so easily!
Right now the lady wasn’t moving and if she didn’t move quickly, both she and him would end up digging their graves in here which he doubted he would get a burial for.
“Lady Grace, wake up! We need to get out of here!” The last time, Durik had tried to run away without planning to let Quinn’s know when he first had gone to the black market as a toad but this time, he wouldn’t do it. It was because of his selfishness that things had taken such a steep turn.
He had to get help from whoever had intruded the house.
“I will be back again,” said Durik and he left the room in search of help. Durik continued to flop around until his eyes fell on a hand that was lying on the ground. Wondering who it was, the toad went towards the person and his eyes widened again, “Master Damien!” he could feel tears of joy coming from his eyes.
He couldn’t tell how happy he was to see him here, but why was the pureblooded vampire sleeping?
