Blood Lust;
Deception at its best
An inconvenient existence
The wind began to rip past the trees and the house creaked in the soundless air. Gaara no Sabaku, the History Professor, the Killer. Mistress Amelia, the innocent, the victim.
The horizon was dimming to a dark black plain, creating merciless sinister shadows. The dark was always unnerving and contorts his mind into thinking the worst of all its memories, that night was no different. Gaara was a man of history; and when history became just a glimpse into the past, he decided he would live in it. Being a man of many talents he was able to recreate one of the most sought after houses that England would ever lay its eyes upon.
It was told to be called the Hatfield dwelling, because it was so alike the house that resided in Hertfordshire. Smaller but with all the same architectural greatness and the rooms inside create a labyrinth of vast studies and everlasting staircases.
The house was grand, and Gaara was content; but not for long. It had been over a month now that his wife went to the Americas to scout out land that he would invest in. Madam Quincy was believed to have to be gone for just a few weeks; but as days turned into weeks and weeks to months Gaara began to get restless.
"Where is that woman? She should have been back by now!" he growled in his study late one night.
"Who, sir?" came a small voice that crept into the room from the doorway.
"My Consort." He said with the same intensity as the first
That was the first time she saw who he really was.
"Why are you here, this is not the time." He went on to say but his eyes betrayed him
"Well… can I help you forget?" She mustered up the courage to ask.
That night she spun herself a web of lies and ignorance, she would get caught one day, then she would see.
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