I'm so over the moon! (not literally, you can't jump that high....)

I finished chapter 3 of Untitled story! (thought it's crappy, needs to be modified and honestly Gavin isn't a sadist anime character.... -.-")

Gavin turned out to be Alaude with Neuro's character (really?) and I'm not happy about that... (no shit.)

Oh stop it! (Okay, dude, calm down!)

Anyways, the chapter ended with a cliffhanger, of course. Gavin doesn't really like the prospect of explaining things to Adler which in return can't stand not knowing what happened. I put in a lot more details than usually... Such as the green book that belonged to his father, his computer, the door with the Skylight's emblem. It's too much, it feels wrong, and honestly it sounds like I wasted time, concentration and space.

---->"Inside. Now." He growled, and pushed me for all I was worth. Stumbling and almost face planting, I went back inside me room and sat down in a black armchair from the middle of the room. My forearm pulsed and I knew it would form a bruise. I couldn't help reaching to massage it gently, to make the hurt feeling go away.

He walked leisurely behind me and turned to close the windows. He was taking his time, I could tell. But he couldn't take forever. He was frowning at something, probably the prospect of explaining.

Eventually he was seated on the couch in front of me, staring into my eyes harshly.

"Have you no self preservation instinct? Pathetic human…" he spat out, glaring. "What would've happened if I wasn't around?"

"How should I have known something like that will happen? Out guards are the best, no one has passed by them for years!" I retorted, crossing my hands. The doctor snarled again, leaning towards me and making all the hairs on my body stand.

He looked into my eyes and found what he was looking for as he relaxed and smirked arrogantly at me.

"I'll put it simply so your amoeba brain gets it." He glowered, clasping his hands as he rested his elbows on his legs.

"I'm not an amoeba!" I couldn't help but cry out. He ignored me, and continued as his eyes lost a bit of their shine. What was he thinking about…?

"I am a vampire, as you guessed. And that…" he paused, looking up at me, "was after your life because you wouldn't shake hands with me."<----

See? I think that for his usual characteristic of reading people's actions, Adler can't [b] see [/b] Gavin. Of course I wanted that to happen, to show later on how close they become, but it seems off and it bothers me.

Also, the passage in which Adler does a great nothing...

---->I tore my eyes from the door to start walking again. My feet walked slowly, yet surely as they took me to my haven.  After five minutes of leisure walking on the long, red carpets I was back in my room, where I tiredly threw myself upon the bed.

With homework done, or better said inexistent, I was left to ponder upon what I should do with the rest of my free time. As I recently had my earphones stolen by my best friend, music was immediately crossed out. Feeling absolutely bored, I picked myself up from the mattress and went to my bookcase.

Most of the furniture in the house was made out of oak from the same forest. They were relatively new as a few generations in our family were real fighters, which meant constant broken things. Anyways, my bookcase was placed against the left side of the room as you walked in, secured with screws and protecting the bathroom behind it. There were plenty of books as I really enjoyed reading- ranging from Shakespeare, to J.R.R. Tolkien, to unknown writers of your everyday romance, fantasy, and to Stephen King's "The Shining".

My right hand reached towards an older looking book, which was in my room since I could remember. It was an old volume of 'the complete works of Lewis Carroll'. I took it out and cleaned its imaginary dust with my other hand.

"So much for the effects… Those maids might clean too well." I muttered, and let my eyes wonder over the green cover of the book. While I was more interested in avant-garde, the pictures never failed to send me down memory lane. My earliest memory was with this book, with someone holding it up to me.

I breathed in deeply. The golden pages of the book held the distant smell of expensive cigars, which tugged at my memory for something I could not fully remember. I opened my eyes and smiled. Simply smelling the book and holding it turned my day from horrible to calm.

I set it gently on my night stand and went to my computer. Better than Mac for a lot of reasons, the ExHunter, or ExH, was not known to public. Since Mom had relations with the famous scientist it wasn't hard to get a 'sample'.

I went to reading the world news, then to checking my inbox and then to my favorite art site. Becoming quickly bored I turned to other interesting sites. I was surfing a social site when the sound of a pot breaking jolted me out of my concentration.

The only potted palnts we had...<---- (cliffhanger!)

Someone do something about this! T.T