Day 8- The mystery of colin yorkshire part 1

so this one actually isnt finished Ive been working on later parts but here is part one so enjoy! Thanks to a few friends for a few of the names, for the vamps! I should have part two up when its finished. And as usual the punctuation is atrocious so I apologize in advance.



Everything you think you know about the world is wrong. There is so much going on but your just not looking hard enough. Vampires are real. I know what your thinking, but whether or not this is just the musing of a crazy lunatic or The true story of a man who made his life among them for weeks is up to you. There are things that no human has ever seen this account is my story of the year that I met Colin yorkshire, but im getting ahead of myself. This story like all stories has a beginning. It all started in the fall of 1926. Me being the only son of a wealthy lawyer, was naturally expected to go to a place of higher learning. Things were so different then. I was content to follow my fathers wishes to learn the law and follow in his footsteps, just as he did before me. So I was sent to the university of Minnesota, a place that would change the way I saw the world forever. I can remember that it was unseasonably cold that year for fall, and most of the tress had lost most of their leaves. I was reasonably excited to make new acquaintances and to further my education.Little did I know just how much I would learn. An unknown number of weeks passed before I met "him". I say unknown because for strange reason I cannot recall the events before that as clearly as the events that followed. Ill tell what I do remember. It was evening I had just finished eating dinner and was hastily making my way back to campus which happened to be a small stroll from the small bar were I spent most of my evenings. The campus was relatively small and I was walking towards Bennett hall,thats when I saw them across the courtyard. There were three of them, two men and one woman. They seemed to carry themselves with a grace that words cannot describe. The first man who walked hand in hand with the woman was probably no older than twenty three years of age. He was tall but not too tall and carried himself well. His hair was cut to medium length and was pitch black...darker than any other hair I have ever set my eyes upon since. His face showed a wisdom beyond his age that I did not understand yet. Then I saw his eyes. At first I caught a glimpse of green then yellow then red. His stare caught mine and it was as if he could see into the very essence of my soul. A tempest of emotions all rose at once from that simple glance. I was foolish then. If I knew what I know now I would have fled from those eyes and the university of Minnesota forever.But I did not. I stared back into the abyss, until he looked away. Next to meet my gaze was the young woman with which it seemed the black haired man was in a relationship with. She was much shorter than her two companions and had hair that was a fiery red. She looked a bit younger than the first man, she couldn't be much older than twenty. Her face in contrast to the mans was one of absolute compassion. She reminded me of my sister. She was wearing a green dress one that complimented the dark grey suit of her lover and that made her hair look even more like a dancing flame. She was beautiful, in all my years I have never seen a woman that looked as breathtaking as she did that first night in that frigid autumn air. The third man that walked along with the other two was a giant of a man.He was clean shaven and had a bald head. A long scar marred the left side of his face from just below his eye to the end of his jaw. He stood almost two feet taller than the first man and was dressed in a similar suit, except it was a dark blue almost in contrast with the gray of his companion. The suit seemed to barely fit the behemoth of a man and clung tight in some places. He carried himself in a predatory fashion. I could hardly look the last man in the eyes and when I did for a brief second all I felt was rage, hate and fear. Till the day that I die I shall carry the feelings that the third man shared just from one look with me. No words were exchanged that night. Nothing needed to be said. They continued upon their way and me upon mine. I thought that was that. Little did I realize how wrong I really was. I made my way into Bennett hall, the building was huge and housed a number of small dorms along with various classrooms and lecture halls. My small room was on the third floor and required me to head up the main stairs that seemed to take up most of the entry room that I was in. I headed up the old stairs, they creaked and groaned as I walked upon them. All the while the vision of the almost ghostly trio danced within my head. They were extraordinary and normal , all at the same time. I reached the third floor and quickly made my way to my room, the second door on the right. The room was small and sparsely furnished. There was a small bed on the left and a small desk wedged on the right side of the room. On the far side of the room was a small window with witch I could see down into the courtyard. I cant recall falling asleep but I remember the nightmare I had that night. I dreamt of the three of them, The dark haired man, the beautiful girl and the giant. The three of them stood at the head of a large banquet table. There were many others gathered around the long table that stretched from one end of the hall to the other. However hard I tried I could not make out the faces of the other guests. Then he spoke. The raven haired young man in a voice as soft as velvet and yet with an authority that I have not heard since. He said only four words that night "let the feast begin". After that moment my gaze fell upon what they were eating. Upon the table lay humans. Young strong and full of life and yet laying there as if in an eternal sleep. The party guests threw themselves upon these poor souls, All but the boy with black hair participated. He just stood there watching with a blank look on his face as his two companions acted as the leaders in a bloody cacophony of destruction. There are not words to describe the carnage I saw in that nightmare that night, I awoke in a sweat and found myself catching my breath. In all my years I have never had a nightmare the way those images affected me that night. At that moment I looked out my small window that looked out into the courtyard below, and standing there in the cold with the wind blowing all around him was the raven haired man he looked directly at me, I turned away from his gaze for but a moment when I looked back he was gone. At the time I played it off as my mind being over imaginative and told myself that maybe it was just dinner disagreeing with me and giving me this strange nightmare. I laid back down on my bed and fell asleep.