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Hoarse breathing echoed off the cavernous halls, the cold stone cobbled the paths. All was still in the castle, until one lone scream pierced that dead calm. In the uppermost sanctum of the dark place, a figure bolted about in a frenzy of panic. The figure was a woman, her skin a fine porcelain to contrast easily to the sleek ebony of her hair. She wore a thin cotton nightgown to fight back the dank cold the castle seemed to emanate. It seemed to do little help, considering the numb and pallid fingers and incessant shivering gave that away.
The woman stifled another whimper, continuing down another staircase. Quickly forgetting her place in the monstrous dwelling. A cold sweat shined her brow, and the ground seemed to riser up to meet her, while her feet fumbled. Her body thudded to the ground, the precious oxygen forced out of her gullet, leaving her rasping on the ground like a choked animal. A strange glow replaced the sepia-toned light of the lamps. Red light washed over the poor girl, and she seemed to hardly take notice. Focusing on the torn flesh of her palms from the fall.
Blood slicked the skin down to her wrists, and the searing pain gathered into tears that brimmed up over her eyes. The foreboding light grew darker with every passing second she sat on the floor. From a steel coat of armor standing solemn against the wall the woman pulled a worn broadsword. With wide eyes she marveled at the jewel-encrusted hilt and suede handle. The luxury of the item took the majority of her attention, as the atmosphere grew dangerous.
"I was not down playing with you, mon cherie," a voice commanded from the darkest corner of the room.
The female screamed, running for the nearest door, and exit, clasping the handle like a loved friend. She was sadly no going to find freedom, for by some strange magic, the metal burned with a white-hot intensity of coals in a fireplace. She managed to stumble backwards with the stench of burning skin in the air. The sword clanged at her feet, useless to her now. Hands as white as those of a corpse reached from the darkness, securing her hands to the floor, lying on her back. Another set of hands came, as pallid as the first, down onto the quivering flesh of the woman.
"Please. . .stop," the girl murmured as the pair of hands reached into the folds of her dress, groping each thigh roughly.
A body was finally discernable against the backdrop of black.
He was a tall, very handsome European man. Dark, coarse hair was swept back, and left to pool onto his shoulders, like strands of ink. The high set of his cheekbones allowed for shadows to cover the obvious crimson tint to his iris. He wore a simple white blouse, cover by a charcoal tweed vest. A rather large bow hung around his neck, the cloth stained crimson.
"You could stand to mind your manners," the deep baritone said, bending low over her, "Toys to tend to get broken much more quickly."
The first pair of arms retracted from her hands, disappearing into the abdomen of this evil man. The woman whimpered and moaned in agony through her veil of tears. Her heart throbbed as the man's hands traveled up her spread legs, bringing the fabric up along with them.
New tears stung once the man pressed his groin into her waist, and she immediately felt his arousal. Her thoughts were a flurry of decisions and hatred, groping out until feeling cool steel at her fingertips. The man smiled coyly, putting two fingers near her entrance.
In one flick of her elbows, the blade was now buried up to the hilt in the man's back, exiting through his chest. The blow left the final five inches to the tip of the ancient blade embedded in the woman's heart.
Blood pooled around the woman, coughing and spluttering as her last moments ticked by in silence.
"Die. . .you filthy demon!" she whispered once her eyes fluttered shut, never to open again.
The dark-haired man said nothing, all intensity and urgency to the moment gone in a flash. With a low chuckle, he stood.
K-thunk!-and the sword was now plunged deeply into the stone floor, clean of any blood.
"Another suit, another perfect night. . .gone to waste," he said, giving the lifeless body a solid kick.
"Whores, all of them. Why I even bother with these inbred, boring, useless pieces of meat is beyond me."
One last disgusted grimace, and shadows collided into the corpse. One could only imagine the images linked to the crunching and grinding of a hundred mouths of his hellhounds.
Day 01~
Dearest Diary,
I fear the worst is at the beginning of my start to this journal. I've just been fired from my job, housekeeping for the kind family of Brandyworths. I daresay I was doing a splendid job, in my beautiful, starched uniform with the pressed apron. I was most surprised when I was called to Sir Brandyworths office. To find the typically placid man raging like a hornet's nest in a tempest, was a sight to behold. The god Missus was there too, her eyes dabbed into a 'kercheif.
They both looked at me like I was a rat spreading the Plague.
"Seras," the portly sir began, "Yourself and I both know we've treated our maids and workers with the best care possible. However, we're both quite upset that one that we'd considered our family would steal from us, it's truly a disgrace on our part."
"Begging your pardon, sir," I stammered, keeping my chin high enough to look into the man's eyes, "But I haven't stolen a thing, you know me. I wouldn't do something as vile and loathsome as to take your own property."
This seemed to not sit well with the Mister, for he got real purple in the face, and yelled, saying him and the police had searched though my private quarters, and found some of the Miss's old jewelry under the pantyhose and letters to my family in America. It probably didn't help, but I flat-out denied it, swearing on the Queen, I says that I would rather quit than be a thief. And so, they obliged, agreeing not to send me to prison, if I were to never set a toe within their household again.
Diary, these are hard times, and my savings are getting dry. One can only pray somebody would need a humble housekeep like myself.
Until we next meet,
Victoria Seras
Fin
Author: Well. . . that's it, the beginning is through, now to just finish the rest *puts on thinking cap*
Seras: WHAT was THAT?
Author: W-Well, I thought it was a nice thing, to open up the characters more.
Alucard: I think EllesBeth is right, it could prove to have more interesting events to come. *Evil smile*
Author: Yeah. . . sure. *shivers*
Thanks you guys! Reviews are welcome and appreciated! Expect a new chapter within the end of the month.
