[ WP ] You just bought a new house and in thr basement there is a journal from 100 years prior left by a vampire .

Vampires, denizens of the night, immortals, graced with power and beauty, they feed on the blood of mortal men, never to age or wither. Or at least... so goes the modern interpretation. An older interpretation would have them depicted similarly, only, as mere monsters with their beauty a mere illusion. 
 
 
 Regardless, however, they remain a mere myth; a story only to be told in the black of the night; a story that'll vanish at the dawn of day - Yes, much like how they themselves are depicted to die at the sun's caress. A mere tale. A mere story. A fantasy that'll never see the light of day where upon the gods of boredom and tediousness reign. 
 
 
 But for a certain young, Mr. Daniels, things might not turn out as expected. 
 
 
 For on one grim night, when Mr. Daniels was bored out of his mind, he plunged down into the basement of his newly purchased house, and retrieved an odd book. It was wrapped in a cloth and was right there at the center of the basement floor. 
 
 
 Odd, he thought. This house was empty when he ’ d bought it. Who would ’ ve thought that a book had actually been left behind; and in the basement no less. 
 
 
 With nothing else to do, Mr. Daniels unwrapped the book, fully planning on taking it upstairs for a quick read. 
 
 
 “ –!? ” 
 
 
 But as he unwrapped it, a prickling sensation suddenly stabbed at his right hand. 
 
 
 Did he cut himself? He wondered. But the room was too dark, and although he could make out some of the things in the room, he was not able to see clearly, only able to see the rough outlines of the things down there. 
 
 
 Quickly, he left the dark of the basement for the light in order to see better. But when he did, he completely forgot about his hand, and instead all of his attention was taken by the book. 
 
 
 Blood-red. 
 
 
 Dyed in the color of blood, the book he had retrieved looked like it had been formed from blood itself. 
 
 
 He couldn ’ t tell down at the basement when he ’ d unwrapped it. But here in the bright, he could clearly see it. 
 
 
 Red ripples appeared over the surface of the book, originating from where his right hand was connected to it. It was a book, a solid, yet at the same time, it was also liquid. But what was really strange was the fact that it did not feel wet to the touch. A little cold, yes. But nothing of the sensation one would expect when touching a liquid. 
 
 
 As he was caught wondering to himself at this unusual sight, the pain suddenly returned. 
 
 
 “ Ow! ” 
 
 
 Immediately, he let go of the book as he closed his eyes and grabbed at his right hand. But he was too hasty, and before he could realize that the book did not actually leave his hand, his left had already gone for his right. With the book still at hand, as his left went for a grab, there was only one possible result: his left hand entered the blood-red book. 
 
 
 As his left sunk into the book, Mr. Daniels was quickly alarmed. In his panic, he instinctively reached out for it with his right. And that too, sunk deep into the book. 
 
 
 Immediately after, a scorching heat entered Mr. Daniels ’ body. And a great pain too painful for words attacked him. 
 
 
 Mr. Daniels blacked out. 
 
 Part 1 

