Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 201: A red stain - II

Her eyes trailed down along with the drops of blood onto the lower part of the door.

"Oh my.." Evelyn whispered before stepping back and cupping her mouth. That was blood, she could recognise it very well from the stains on her father’s shirt and from the wounds—

Giovanni.

It was obvious. The red handprint was crimson in colour and was obviously blood.

He was alive—

He has now come for now. It was obvious.

It was glaringly obvious.

A short sound made her turn her head towards the left but Evelyn saw nothing. But the fear had already spiked to a level where her legs started to move into the direction of the stairs even though she was still looking at the spot trying to figure out where the noise came from.

"Evelyn?"

She with her head around to stare at Salvatore.

He was still standing with his consigliere and his enforcer who were now staring at her as well.

"What are you doing out of your room?" Salvatore narrowed his eyes at her before he started to move towards her.

At the moment Salvatore seemed like the safest person making Evelyn ditch her plan of contacting no one and run into his arms.

Salvatore had barely reached the stairs that was in the middle and was providing the balconies in two equal halves, when Evelyn launched herself into his arms crossing the distance with unbelievable.

He caught her effortlessly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her close.

She shivered in his arms practically clutched onto his collar as if someone would pry her hands and drag away from him.

"Evelyn?" His soft, concerned voice washed over her, slowing down her racing heart feat. "What’s wrong?"

Everything, everything goes wrong. But the word remained on the tip of the tongue.

She breathed in the scent, burying her nose in his neck and enjoying the scent of the man that was her savior.

Slowly, Evelyn really started to relax, my breathing came down to normal but Salvatore did not stop. He kept on rubbing her back silently without pressuring her to give any answers and extensions for her behaviour.

Closing her eyes for a brief second, Evelyn told away from him as she opened her eyes and maintained the distance of two steps in between them.

"I—"

"I found nothing," Michelle’s voice cut her off.

Evelyn turned around to see Michelle coming from the direction of a room and stopping in front of them. "I found nothing, not in the hallway and not in her room."

Evelyn frowned. "What?" She mumbled under her breath before staring into corner where she had been staring at them from.

Her feet started to move slowly and Evelyn crossed the distance from the area above the stairs to the door of her room.

Michelle had closed the door and Evelyn looked at the pristine white door that looked like it had never been touched by a speck of dust.

"Wh..?" She let out scope in disbelief before moving over to the door and touching the space where she knew she had seen the bloody handprint.

It was there..

She looked down to the lower part of the door where she had previously seen the blood trailing down from the print.

Nothing was there...

It looks like it has been wiped clean.. or maybe it had never been there in the first place.

"Evelyn?" Salvatore questioned and she could hear him right beside her. "Who did you see?"

"Here!" She pointed at the door without looking at him before placing her hand write on the spot where the bloody handprint had been. "It had been here—"

She turned to look at Salvatore, "right here!" She whispered harshly in emphasis.

He frowned lightly before glancing over at the door and then at Dante and Michelle.

"Over there.." he pointed at the door, "you saw.. what exactly?"

He folded his arms across his chest as he stared at her in concern and suspicion. By the delay he made in finishing his intense it was obvious that he was trying to form it carefully.

Evelyn stared at him for a few seconds before turning abruptly to the door and staring at it with suspicion. It was right there.

She blinked at the sight of it multiple times trying to figure out what happened to the mark. It had been right there and logical thinking about it who had the time to white it clean within minutes of her gone and Michelle checking?

It was almost impossible to clean that red paint from the surface of the doll within minutes. And to think of the minutes, it must’ve been one or two.

So how would someone clean the red blood of the white surface of the door?

"It..it was there.." she mumbled as she pointed her finger at the door right at the spot where she had seen the hand print. "In fact it was dripping down as well.." her eyes moved down to where the blood was earlier dripping down from the friend but saw nothing.

"Donna," Dante spoke slowly and carefully coming in between her and Salvatore, "maybe you should go to bed. It has been a long time since you had a good sleep, yes?"

Good sleep?

When was the last time she had a good sleep? Most of her night was plagued by the nightmares of thoughts of arabella and her being hurt.

It was a constant in and out situation for her at nightfall. She would take a nap of 30 minutes then wake up for the next hour wondering what was happening to her daughter.

Looking away from Dante she focused at the door before stepping back and closing it just to look behind and see if there was a handprint there.

It was not.

The door was pasting in white, as new as it came.

"Oh lord," she whispered to herself as she opened the door and once again inspected the front.

It was real. It looked like blood. In fact it was a bloody handprint on the door. Just as her hands had been after she had killed Giovanni.

Then where had gone? Who put it there and who cleaned it?

Evelyn turns to the three men in respiration. Her eyes first went to Salvatore who now instead of concern had suspension more swimming in his grey eyes.

Michelle, the one who always looked at her with the nonchalant look and eyes as if he trusted no one except The Don himself, Evelyn knew that he was not going to be of much help either leaving her with one option.

"Dante," she whispered, gulping, taking a step towards him while holding hands together trying to stop them from twitching. "Can you believe me? Can we look at the cameras?"

The entire sentence had been rushed out in desperation while her eyes twitch and her mouth salivated repeatedly.

Dante glanced between her and the don before nodding his head making his own decisions without the intervention from the don.

"Don?" It was Michelle who questioned it.

Evelyn casted a glance at him before she looked at Salvatore who continued to stare at her before nodding it off.

"We will check the cameras," he nodded before stepping away and leaving. Michelle followed him behind without giving the two of them a look, leaving behind Dante and worried Evelyn.

"Evelyn, what exactly did you see?" Dante stepped a little bit close. "Why are you repeatedly staring at the door? Did you not see a person?"

Evelyn slowly shook her head. She had never seen a person. All she had seen was a Red hand print.

"Then what did you see?" He pestered on the last word. "Why did you come running like that?"

Evelyn pointed a shaky finger at the door before removing her eyes from him and pasting her hand on the exact spot where the handprint had been.

"This," she whimpered in fear, the familiar feeling gripping her tightly. "There was a Red hand printed and—nd I am sure that it was blood. It was right here like I a-am keeping my hand. It was s-s-so red that nobody could have wiped it clean."

Dante’s eyes darted between the door and her before he took her hand, gripping he very lightly and dropping it gently over her side.

"I think I understand what you mean," said he. "You mean to say that there was a Red handprint and you will show that it was of blood on your door and when you came back or when Michelle checked, it was no longer there?"

She nodded Frantically. That was exactly what had happened.

Dante understood where she was coming from. That was exactly what Evelyn had been. She had seen the mark on the door and when she came back it was no longer there.

"Dante," Michelle’s chipped voice came from the beginning of the hallway where the balcony disappeared.

He was staring at them with him passive look before his eyes turned to Evelyn, "the tapes show nothing except for her listening in our talks."