Post by Mistress Angie on Jul 19, 2008 14:36:38 GMT -6
A/N: This is just a figment of my over-active and very vivid imagination. All places, dates, characters, etc, etc are of my own mind. Well with the exception of places that everyone knows exists. I can't claim those ; ; Any names are purely fictional and none of this ever happened, as far as I know. And if it did, it's purely coincidental! Enjoy!
[/center]She walked quietly down the cobblestone street, the heels of her stilletos clanking loudly. The early morning fog wrapped around her ankles like a toddler not wanting his mother to leave. Shivering from the coldness of the air she wrapped her coat firmly around her tiny frame. At this late hour the streets were deserted and most lights were off save the few late nighters.
Eventually she came to a stop in front of an old, stone mansion that was at least a hundred and fifty years old. It was the type of building fiction writers could only dream about. The building had an air of mystery, history, and something else she couldn't place. The wrought-iron gate was firmly shut and locked, from what she could see, keeping intruders from entering the massive grounds. The fence had been constructed from the same stone as the house and was approximately twenty feet high.
As she stood at the fence peering in, the gate began creeking eerily. Startled, she jumped back. Her eyes went wide as she watched the gate slowly opening, seemingly of its own accord. Intrigued, she cautiously started walking towards the gate once more. The closer she got to the gate the colder the air seemed to be. She peered in and was only met with darkness. Suddenly and very unexpectedly the urge to go in, despite her fear, over came her and she slowly crossed into the shadow-filled grounds.
As s he did the air seemed to drop at least ten degrees. She was shrouded in complete darkness, unable to see even an inch in front of her face. With her heart beating wildly in her chest, she lurked forward. She walked as carefully as she could, trying not to make even the quietest sound. Rumors were abundant about the house itself. It was said that an old millionaire still resided in the house. Other rumors stated that the house was a coven for vampires. Still another rumor said that it was a coven for witches. Either way both the grounds and house were not normal.
She began to feel like she was being pulled forward. Wildly looking around she saw no one. Her fear and apprehension rose up into her throat, burning like acid. The invisible force pulling her around the grounds up to the house had a firm but gentle hold on her. She stumbled when she reached the steps and fell onto the cold stone steps. The scrape on her arm wasn't bad, but it did tear the skin causing her to bleed. As she held her arm with her opposite hand, she felt herself being pulled into the massive mansion.
Upon nearing the double doors, they slowly swung open. She still couldn't see anything in the blackness of night. She very cautiously, and almost tip-toeing, she made her way into the house. Just as soon as her foot crossed the doorway, candles immediately lit themselves. She looked at the candles bewildered and wondered just how many of the rumors she'd heard were true. Stepping further into the house, the doors slammed shut behind her.
Through the dim candlelight, she began to look at her surroundings. In all her twenty-eight years of life she'd never known anyone to go into the house, or to come out alive at least. She was nervous and began chewing absent-mindedly at her fingernails. The floor was made of a brilliant black and white marble that seemed to shine even by the dim lighting. The walls were all a deep red color accented by gold trim. She found the grand staircase directly in front of her was most magnificent. It was made of the same black and white marble as the floor and the banisters seemed to be made out of a high class oak. At the top, it split off going to the left and right.
Suddenly she felt sleepy. Before she could even think to try and run outside, she fell to the ground in one large heap. Sometime later she vaguely felt herself being picked up and a few short minutes later felt herself being placed down on what seemed to be a very comfortable bed. She didn't get the chance to see who moved her or look around the room. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep once more.
A/N: Part 1 is complete. Let me know what you think!
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