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Turney frowned. “Wait, how long is this party?” he asked.
“While it has a starting time, there is no set ending… But it will no doubt go on until early in the morning. So don’t expect to get much sleep tonight.”
He eyed the vampire as they walked into the house. “So, you are still planning to carry on, even though we now have a dead body.”
Octavius huffed. “You don’t expect me to cancel over something as simple as a murder, do you?!”
“Gee, how silly of me to think murder would be enough to staunch your Halloween obsession.”
“Silly indeed,” Octavius said, sounding completely serious.
And he probably was. His boyfriend was such a nut…
“Okay, our first two are in the meat room!” Octavius announced, way too happily.
“The meat room?” he asked with trepidation.
“You’ll see!” he chimed. “Let’s go!”
Octavius boldly marched forward down the halls. The most Turney could do was trudge behind the vampire.
“The meat room!” the male announced as they reached a door with plastic wrapped around it.
“After you.” Turney waved him forward. As no way in hell would he go in first.
Octavius shrugged, pulling the door open, he walked inside. Turney followed, as what else could he do?
The room…he wasn’t sure how big it was, but there were a lot of weird plastic door flaps they had to go through. The smell was…off. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. It was blood-like, but yet, not… Nothing was bad, yet…
They pushed into a dark section. A bare bulb up above was the only source of light in the area.
Someone was in there… He heard their heartbeat. Turney frowned and peered around but…saw nothing. He couldn’t even make out the walls around him. So much for enhanced sight. Probably a spell or something.
He jumped and stilled at the sound of metal slamming against metal. Turney grabbed onto the vampire’s arm when he started to move on without him. Octavius chuckled, but waited. When nothing else happened, together with the vampire, he inched forward.
Hearing a scraping noise, Turney froze again, forcing Octavius to a stop too with how hard he was clutching the vampire.
“Shouldn’t we just call out their names?” Turney whispered. His heart started to race as the single bulb of light began to flicker.
And then suddenly there were flickering lights all around him, and the wall showed clearly for the first time, flashing horrors of mutilated bodies, blood and organs pinned everywhere. When a mechanical roar wrenched the silence in two, Turney spun around, coming face to face with a large deformed maniac wielding a chainsaw. Turney screamed, seconds from attacking, but right as he was about to strike out, Octavius swung him away from the performer.
“STOP!” the vampire yelled out.
The performer hesitated.
Turney remained facing away, trembling.
“Hello there,” Octavius chimed, sounding way too cheerful. “So, there has been an incident. Are you James or Ethan? I know both of you are in here. We need to talk to you both.”
Turney, still shaking, slowly turned back around to face the creature. He cleared his throat, and it came out pretty high pitched. “Um, the talk may be a bit upsetting.”
The performer’s hand with the weapon dropped down by his side, a frown forming on the guy’s obviously heavily make-uped and prosthetic covered face. “I’m James, Mr. Evander.”
“Oh, no, please call me Octavius.”
The guy cleared his throat. “Give me a moment and I’ll radio Ethan.”
James pressed something in his ear and spoke. “Ethan. Meet me in the chainsaw section. Put a sign on the door saying closed due to technical issues.”
