Alex appeared in his lounge wearing a long jacket and a maid he caught up there bowed as soon as she saw him with a warm night greeting.
He asked her straight, "Have you seen Gene around? It's late already and he is missing in the whole mansion." But the maid said she still hadn't seen him since the evening, when Isabella also left.
"I saw him last in the evening when Madam Isabella also exited the mansion."
"Okay, go back to work," he told her, instantly, she disappeared out of his sight. He stuck his head up at the roof, having some thoughts on Gene's absence; and truth be told, he was worried as if it was his real lover in question. He mumbled silently, "What could he be up to this time around?"
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In the early morning, the sun casted a shadow on the Jonne's family condominium, located nearest to the countryside. The sun gleamed brightly on a lying figure on the bed, through the window, and the shadow fell on the other people kneeling at both sides, keeping their watch on the sleeping beauty.
Last night when an anonymous person brought Anne home, with her legs covered in blood - though not hurt in any way - Annabelle went up the walls with him and threatened she was going to call the cops, not knowing he was actually her friend's savior. Even though she studied the guy well and searched all around him with her eyes, the only thing she deciphered was that he wore a red robe. Nothing else, as if he was a ghost.
"That guy...he gave me the creeps when looking at him. I couldn't even sleep at night," Annabelle cried, placing her cheek in her palm distressed and David patted her back.
"Aye, it is true that he looked like a ghost but he still seemed a good guy to have rescued Anne like that. People like him are called good Samaritan." He grinned.
"What's this ghost talk all about?" Anne mumbled from her sleep, they looked at her immediately and all of them screamed as soon as they set eyes on one another.
Annabelle pointed at Anne's eyes immediately and dreadfully, saying they were bulgy like a ghost's,
"Look at how bulgy her eyes are. It seems she has been possessed."
Anne snapped her, "Cut off, you're the one that seems irregular to be having a ghost discussion early in the morning that my ears are SO MUCH blocked from my sleep. Hn.....".
" Hey,"Annabelle yelled at her, "don't you recall what happened last night?"
Anne paused, perhaps struck by that statement. Yes, she knew something happened the previous night. She began thinking why she couldn't recall anything for certain and in the process it flashed through her mind that she was stabbed by her leg - immediately, she checked but strangely, there was nothing there.
She was baffled.
"What's wrong, Anne?" Annabelle asked, softly, understanding the fact that she was baffled.
"There is supposed to be a knife wound by my leg because I remember one of those men that attacked me wounded me with a knife in the process of me trying to escape, but..." her face became more serious, "it disappeared."
Apparently, everyone was baffled how the wound vanished overnight and silence embraced the whole room. It was then Annabelle suggested that sorcery was used.
Immediately, Anne was on the verge of giving her a earful, almost forgetting they were friends. But Annabelle explained that if the fact that she had a wound was not a fib, nothing else could have eliminated all traces from the leg be it medically, except sorcery done by a psychic person or plainly called a sorcerer - none else than the red-robed stranger.
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Sorcery is a form of magic that uses evil spirit and interchangeably referred to as black magic, hence the saying black power.
In the same flow of sense, a sorcerer is a man with magic powers, who is helped by evil spirits.
Alex had gotten ready for going to the company in the morning. He was walking down the stairs not in mind of his doing while buttoning up his shirt and coincidentally, he met Gene that he was waiting for on the way.
He moved down immediately he saw him,
"Hey! Where have you been all night?"
With a sight of surprise, Gene said, "Why does that worry you? I am not Isabella, by the way."
"Why were you not in the mansion last night?" Alex asked. He was so adamant in knowing the reason for his absence.
Gene sighed, "I will tell you. I went to book a dress down for my girlfriend to be worn on the Red Mansion anniversary. That's all." He shrugged. He said so, but still, it was reflected in Alex's look that he doubt him. Besides, Gene's not a kind of person to easily fall in love.
"Gene, you are lieing about your whereabouts. No qualms, you are not a toddler that I will be monitoring your movement. But still, I know you have no girlfriend," he smiled and Gene smirked. "Just do not restrict the bodyguards from following you today."
He patted his shoulder and they were about to finally depart when Alex caught the scent of blood on him. He said quickly,
"Gene, wait."
Gene turned back, "What again?"
"You reek of blood" he said a bit loud, then he looked at him, "don't tell me.....?"
"No, no, no, I didn't do it. To whatsoever degree I could have been thirsty of such, I can easily control myself more than any other psyche," he told Alex. "I just got into a fight with some thugs last night and boom I got so much blood on me." He smirked again.
Alexander smiled and ascendingly, he said goodbye then left. Gene looked him off with an icy glare regretting the fact that he didn't kill him just now that he was leaving.
"Goodness, seeing him monitoring me around, someone could have said we are gays. I will make sure I teach you some lessons later. Nevertheless, I feel sorry for him. He had to lose almost all his powers for the great cause. Even being no human, he has a humane side to his actions." He shook his head and hailed upstairs into the elevator, heading to the pent floor where his specious bedroom with swimming pool, personal gymnasium and game lounge was situated.