The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning by Julienne Holmes Read Free Book Online Page B

shadows creeping from crevice to crevice – as if trying to get a better look at the strangers who had just arrived.
    Swallowing down the nervous lump in her throat, Genevieve tensely stared down at her car's welcoming seat.
    It was that unbearable urge to jump back into her car, that had her quickly closing the door and hastily taking those first few steps over to that ominous building.
    It's just a building.
    That's what she kept telling herself, as she walked toward it.
    Granted it's scarier than hell, but it's just a building.
    When she saw one of the shadows suddenly scurry out of the crevice it had been hiding in, she abruptly halted in her tracks and practically screamed when she felt someone ram into her. Swiftly turning around, she was surprised and, at the same time, relieved, to see that it was only Kyle.
    She hadn't been paying that much attention to what he had been doing. So lost had she been in the eeriness in front of her, that she hadn't even noticed that he had gotten out of the car.
    In all honesty, she wouldn't have blamed him, if he had wanted to stay in the car. Yet, just knowing that he was there beside her, brought her some comfort. 
    As she looked from his disgruntle frown, back to her car, she was tempted again by the idea of getting back inside the safety of her car, and trying this in the day time.
    Yet, it was the thought of what the men in her precinct would say about her, - “ Detective Freeman is a coward...Of course she is, she's a woman. What do you expect from a woman? They all cry and scream at the drop of a dime” - that had her not doing this. 
    If she was a man, she wouldn't have to worry about such talk.
    As it was, she was a woman working in a male dominate profession; she had to follow through with the task in front of – there was no turning back.
    As they entered the building, she felt the fog seep into her clothes and the chill became worse as they ascended up the stairs to the disappearing corpse's apartment.
    As they silently walked, not saying a word to each other, Genevieve noted how eerily deserted the hallway was. There were no gang members or drug dealers hanging out of doorways—making snide remarks or snickering at them.  At this point, Genevieve would have been relieved to see a prostitute making inflammatory gestures at her partner.
    Where was everyone?
    That was the question that kept nagging her. Granted it was half past one in the morning, but still the whole building seemed dead.
    Dead.
    That was an ominous thought.
    Just when she thought that her blood couldn't run any colder, it was the eery sound of music, that instantly had her yanked out of her morbid thoughts.
    While the sound of music, itself, had been surprising, it was when they were but a few feet away from her missing stiff's taped off door, that she was able to make out what the music was; which left her even more surprise than that first sound of music.
    Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream...
    It was that song and where it was coming from, that had Genevieve so chilled, that she instantly regretted leaving her jacket at home.
    What the hell!
    Her conscience kept screaming the same thing, over and over again.
    What the hell!!!
    Nobody was suppose to be in there.
    Maybe your corpse is in there. .. Dancing around in all his decomposing fluids.
    She had been reaching for her missing stiff's door handle. Yet, it had been that sudden thought that had her instantly halting; just that image, alone, of her stiff doing this, had her practically gagging.
    He could be listening to his favorite song—'The Sandman.'
    The sandman is going to get you, baby, you better run. Run little girl, go hide under your bed and wait for a strong man to come and save you.
    Where were those thoughts coming from?
    Genevieve could hear this eerie voice in her head, but she couldn't figure out who it was. She knew that it couldn't be her