Alright, so here's a little thing I've been working on.
Summary: "The demon of Vargas Resident will kill you." Antonio is arranged to marry Feliciano Vargas and therefor moves to visit his future husband at Vargas Resident. But what secrets are Mr. Vargas keeping in that tower? Could things turn out too dangerous for Antonio?
Pairings:
Spamano
GerIta
TurGre
AlbaniaXBelgium (OC pairing, don't ask why)
Warning in this chapter for crazy people and mention of blood and rape.
Please read and review, i own nothing
Antonio stared at the gloomy castle towering before him, shuddering when more thunder roared and another lightning lit the sky. This certainly wasn't the most romantic place imaginable. Not that this had anything to do with love in the first place. His journey to the Vargas residence was nothing but strict business. Or well, as strict as an arranged marriage could be.
"My lord?" a deep voice asked from outside the carriage.
Antonio leaned out of the window to look at the tall figure that urged the stallions along the muddy road. The drivers back was straight, broad shoulder tensed from keeping the six horses in control, and blond hair sticking to his forehead, soaked from the rain.
"What's wrong?" Antonio asked, feeling unnerved by the weather as well as the muscular man.
"We are nearing the village." the man replied coldly with a thick German accent. "I suggest for you to be cautious against the people living here. Don't give anything away, however miserable they look. Feed one stray cat, and you'll soon have them all looming after you."
Antonio nodded and shuttered again, leaning back onto the seats. After a few more moments, Antonio began hearing voices, before starting to spot people outside the carriage staring at him without fear, some even glaring at him from where they stood.
"Go back to the city!" someone yelled. "We don't want you here!"
"Curse you to hell, heathen!" another voice called.
Antonio could do nothing but sink as far into the seats as he possibly could, hoping to soon get out of the village, and into the woods, before they could finally find safety in the Vargas resident. Suddenly the carriage stopped and the driver yelled furiously at someone. The villagers quickly took their chance, seeing the carriage stop.
"Spare a penny for an old man." an old one-eyed man begged, stretching his hands out towards Antonio through the window.
Antonio instantly jerked away from the man. Upon doing so, someone on the other side managed to grab his arm. Antonio turned around, facing a poor woman, holding onto his shirt for dear life.
"Return home, stranger." she pleaded. "Death awaits those who follow that past. He who enters Vargas Resident won't return alive. Don't go there. The demon of Vargas Resident will kill you."
Antonio managed to jerk his arm away, just as the carriage started to move again, causing those who'd climbed onto the carriage to fall off one by one. Antonio exhaled a shaky breath, as the frantic voices slowly faded.
"Are you alright sir?" the driver asked, and despite the monotone tone, Antonio detected the slightest bit of worry in his voice.
"I-I think so." Antonio stuttered. "It just caught me off guard."
The driver didn't answer, or Antonio didn't hear the answer over the thunder and rain. Antonio looked out the window again. For a moment, he spotted the castle ahead of them, but then it was gone, as the carriage entered the woods surrounding it.
"Aren't there thieves in these woods?"
"No one dare enter the woods of Mr Vargas." the driver explained. "This is Mr Vargas' land. No one dare trespass on his grounds."
Antonio's answer was drowned by another thunder, though he didn't really think it mattered. Antonio looked out the window on both his sides. It was almost pitch black outside, forcing Antonio to squint really hard in order to make out the lines of the trees. At long last, the woods ended and the driver drove up to the Vargas Resident.
"We are here." the driver informed, jumping off the driver-seat to open the door for Antonio.
A servant waited by his side, umbrella ready in her hand to protect Antonio from the rain.
"Welcome to Vargas Resident, Mr Carriedo Fernandez." she said shyly. "I am Theresa, I will be your personal servant during your staying."
Antonio nodded thoughtfully, scanning the the massive stone-walls, eyes looking desperately for light and warmth. He found it first, in a window of one of the towers. It was ever so slightly, but he could still see the light flickering up there, as well as a small figure that was standing there, looking down at them.
That most be my future husband then. Antonio thought.
"Let's get you inside, Mr Carriedo Fernandez, before you get sick. The other servants will attend to your luggage." Theresa smiled nervously.
"Yes, of course." Antonio said, looking down at the small girl with and apologetic smile.
When he looked up to the window again, there was no one there anymore, just the light. Antonio sighed and walked up the wet gravel towards the main door, careful not to walk too fast so the small girl could keep up. With a relieved sigh, he finally entered the warmth and light inside. He was instantly met by, what he assumed to be, Mr Vargas.
"Mr Carriedo Fernandez! I'm delighted to have you here."
"Just call me Carriedo please, sir."
Mr Vargas shook Antonio's hand, who shook it back politely.
"Vee~ Welcome!"
A small redhead ran up at them from the great room to the right. Wasn't he just in that window?
"Mr Carriedo, here is your fiance. Feliciano, be polite now."
"Vee~"
The young boy stretched his hand out with a soft giggle.
"I'm so glad to meet you!"
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Vargas." Antonio smiled brightly, shaking off the feeling of discomfort.
"Mr Vargas." the driver from before said, as he entered the house, water dripping down his face, directing his attention towards the younger. "It's late. You should be in bed, young sir."
"Vee~, but I wanted to meet the guest."
"You will see him in the morning, young sir. Go to bed now."
Feliciano whined a little.
"Vee~ do I have to?" he asked, directing the question towards the older Vargas.
Mr Vargas nodded, and Felicano whined again.
"Vee~." he sighed and turned on his heel, but stopped when he realized no one was following. "Vee, Ludwig? Aren't you coming to tuck me in?"
Ludwig shook his head.
"I have a lot to do tonight, Mr Vargas. I'm sure you can take care of yourself for tonight."
Feliciano pouted again, but still kept walking towards the stairs.
"Well, goodnight grandpa, goodnight Mr Antonio, goodnight Ludwig, oh and goodnight Ms Adnan."
"Goodnight, young master." Theresa replied before she could stop herself, looking away in embarrassment afterwards.
Mr Vargas promptly ignored her.
"Mr Carriedo, I'm sure you must be very tired. Ms Adnan will show you to your room, as well as attend to whatever other needs you may have. Mr Weilscmidt here..." Mr Vargas motioned at Ludwig. "... is Feliciano's personal servant, so if Ms Adnan is ever out of reach, you may call for him."
"Thank you." Antonio thanked the older.
"Right this way sir." Theresa informed.
Antonio was slowly lead through endless of choridors. He had to shudder again, when watching the shaddows dancing across the walls. At long last, Theresa stopped outside a door.
"This is your room, Mr Carriedo."
Theresa opened the door, allowing Antonio to step in.
"Your bags will be here within half an hour. Is there anything else you need, Mr Carriedo?"
"Thank you, I'm fine, Ms Adnan."
"P-please, Mr Carriedo. You may call me Theresa instead. Either way, if you need anything, Mr Carriedo, just let me know. I sleep just across the hall."
"Thank you." Antonio nodded.
Theresa smiled shyly and turned to the door.
"Wait, Theresa."
There was still a question lingering on Antonio's mind.
"Yes, Mr Carriedo?"
"You can call me Antonio, by the way, I was wondering, just out of curiousity. Where's Feliciano's room?"
Theresa giggled softly at the question.
"Young Mr Vargas' room is on the second floor, two doors away from the main stairs, down the right hall. If you need to see him or anything, just ask me. I won't tell."
"Thank you." Antonio said slowly, signing for Theresa that she could leave with a semi smile.
Theresa closed the door behind her, leaving Antonio to himself. Antonio stared at the door for a few minutes. It was the middle of the night, but Antonio wasn't tired. He was restless, unnerved. Antonio walked across the room with a annoyed sigh, placing both hands on the window-frame to stare out in the vast land. He could just barely make out the lights of the village beyond the dark woods. He shuddered at the bare thought. Those people had looked so thin and pleading. The image of the one-eyed man flashed through his mind. He'd looked so poor. They all had.
Heathen!
That's what he'd been called. It was probably just the darkness and the storm that had caused that unnerving feeling, Antonio told himself.
The window.
Antonio still couldn't let go of it. Feliciano's room was on the second floor, and he had came from the great room to the right.
Then who did I see in that window?
Feliciano had an older brother, he'd been told, but that older brother had moved to some large city somewhere.
Mr Vargas?
No, Mr Vargas had been there to greet him the moment he entered.
A servant?
Possibly, but why would they have one of the servants live in the tower?
Shouldn't they want the servants close to hand in case something should happen? In fact, why would they put anyone to live in the tower? Wouldn't that be risky? What if there was a fire?
But Antonio was positive he'd seen someone. And the window had been lightened. Antonio shook the question off. He couldn't let himself be bothered all night because the Vargas family placed the servants untactically. Wasn't he going to be the lord of this place anyway? He could probably do some rearranging later. Antonio was interrupted in his thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
The door was opened lightly, revealing a tall blond man outside the door.
"Mr Carrideo Fernandez?" the man asked.
"Si~ that is me."
"You're bag's." the man explained.
"Si, thank you. You can put them inside."
The tall man nodded curtly, before opening the door fully, so that Antonio could now see the man completely, there by seeing that the man was alone, as well as carrying both of Antonio's bags on one shoulder. He walked in bluntly, seemingly not finding his strenght anything special.
"Are you also a personal servant?" Antonio asked thoughtlessly.
The man, setting down the bags carefully, glared at him.
"No. Not anymore, and most certainly not for you."
"Really, for who, then?" Antonio asked curiously, ready to try anything to keep his mind off the villagers.
"Mr Vargas." the man replied bluntly, causing Antonio to roll his eyes. "He goes under the name Bonnefoy nowadays."
"Oh, the eldest brother then?"
The man nodded.
"But Mr Bonnefoy grew bored of me, and changed. That's all there is to it."
"Then what do you do now?"
Antonio could easily tell the blonde was growing annoyed with him, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.
"I work. I will also be serving as one of your guards in the prospect of you going to the village."
Antonio laughed slightly.
"The villagers can not be that bad, amigo."
Antonio received a cold stare.
"Perhaps you did not take the events in the village seriously, sir. I suggest you do. If you ever do have to get to the village, you must contact me first, and if I am not to be found, one of the other guards."
"Well, amigo." Antonio laughed, though a bit unnerved again. "Then I must know your name, si?"
"With all respect. It would be preferable if you were not to call me "amigo". I am Marten van der Meer, sir."
Antonio nodded to signal his understandment.
"Very well then sir. Unless there was anything else, I will be taking my leave now. Good night, Sir."
"Good night." Antonio answered politely, though, truth to be told, he still wasn't sure wheather or not he could fall asleep or not.
Marten closed the door as he left, leaving Antonio alone again. Antonio sat down on the big bed, suddenly feeling unbelievingly lonley and out of place. He sighed deeply. He would have to get use to it though, if he were to marry Feliciano. He glanced over the huge bed he was sitting at.
Probably wouldn't seem so big if I had someone to share it with.
Antonio shook his head. Despite his good looks and charm, he'd never been the kind of person for fooling around. No, it should be someone speciall. Antonio released another heavy sigh. Soon enough he would be sharing bed with Feliciano. He tried to picture it. Him and Feliciano, being married. Him and Feliciano, walking down the iasle. Him and Feliciano, doing that. He couldn't even do it. All he saw was blury pictures, just barely reflecting Feliciano at all. Antonio layed down on the bed, uncaring kicking off his shoes. He stared up at the ceiling, pondering the thought of getting married.
Isn't marriage supposed to be out of love? he thought.
Not that he ever thought he would be marrying out of love. With a family honour to maintain, there was no hope of getting to chose your partner, and the Vargas family was a well respected family, as well as wealthy.
I should try to sleep. I have to talk to Mr Vargas tomorrow.
With that thought in mind, Antonio got ready for bed , though ever so slowly. Despite the events of the evening, it didn't take long before Antonio drifted off to sleep, feeling beyond exhausted.
Antonio tossed and turned in his sleep.
"Antonio! Help me!" an unfamiliar voice begged in his dream.
Thousands of images flashed through Antonio's mind, making it impossible for him to gain any sense in it all, and all the while, the voice kept screaming for help.
"Please!" the voice begged again.
Each image displayed the same thing.
A boy.
A boy in pain.
Another scream, and a flash of that same boy, chest bare and covered in countless of scars.
"A-antonio!"
A tear-stained face, then blood.
Blood dripping on the floor, and more screams.
"Please, save me."
More screaming, a child running through a garden, more blood and a screaming child,
"He who enters Vargas Resident won't return alive."
A woman screaming.
That window.
More crying and a whip meeting with bare skin.
Screams mixed with terrified sobbing.
A naked figure, cowering back in a corner.
Another voice.
"It's for your own good, little brother."
Another hit with the whip.
More screaming.
Blood on the floor.
Strong arms holding the boy back as he fights frantically to get away.
Yelling of the people.
The boy is alone, surrounded.
Fire meets flesh.
Pained screams.
A blood-stained knife dropping to the floor.
More screams.
Blood, filth, a mocking laughter.
Blood, screaming, angry villagers.
Sobs, pleads, more screams.
Terrified face.
Eyes wide in fear.
Voices yelling:
"Monster!"
"Dissgusting!"
"Murderer!"
"Kill it!"
Tears falling down the boy's face.
More screams.
Hands ripping off clothes of an unwilling body.
Screams, yelling, treaths, blood.
Than silence.
No more screams.
No more yells.
No more sobbs or terrified cries.
Just silence.
A body colliding with the window.
Still not a sound.
Than falling
falling
falling from the tower,
towards the ground beneath.
Still not a sound.
Then,
the body colliding with the ground
and blood spilling on the ground.
Eyes staring blankly up to the sky.
Rain beating down upon the lifeless body,
soaking it,
washing away the blood.
Than the voice of a woman.
"The demon of Vargas Resident will kill you."
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