Once he was out of view of the house, he sprinted at a speed faster than the human eye could follow, to a park at the edge of town. Once there, he quickly moved to the shadows of an old oak tree, finding a small box underneath the roots. Picking it up, the cool metal giving him chills, he opened it, finding a small piece of paper. Unfolding it, he read what was written on it, and, apparently disappointed by what he read, he wrote down a reply, only a sentence long. It read, "You will not touch the woman."
Sighing, he put away the note, returning the box to its original position. He grimaced, returning to his mausoleum, and saying, "Hello, James." He spoke to the man who was held in the coffin across from the one Will was staying in. It always made him feel better when he spoke to them, the dead. He was the one invading in their mausoleum and their coffins, so why not pay them some form of respect?
He opened his coffin, climbing into the red velvet-lined interior, and he lay there, not closing the lid, but looking up at the ceiling of the mausoleum, thinking. When his internal clock said four-ish, he left, remembering to close the door to the home for the dead, and going to Lena's house. He knocked on the door, hoping she would answer.