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A Trapped Spirit

Chapter 1: A New Home

Arthur slowly creaks open his eyes… or… at least he thinks he did… A wall of darkness still surrounded him so it was hard to tell if his eyes were open or not. He tries to walk forward but he finds himself glued to the spot; not even able to lift a finger.

"Where the bloody hell am I?"

Just as that question was asked a face starts to appear, a few mere centimetres from his own. The dark eyes stared into Arthur's forest green eyes. Ever so slowly the face becomes less and less blurred and Arthur could finally begin to make out distinct features. His eyes widened.

"Y-You are-!"

"Arthur? It's time to wake up. We are nearly there now"

The Brit woke with a gasp; only to see that it was just Francis. With a sigh he put himself in a sitting position in the passenger seat; adjusting his seat belt slightly. He remained silent for a while so the Frenchman decided to break the quiet atmosphere.

"You're being quiet today… are you ok?"

"Yes… I'm fine" He answered absentmindedly staring out the window while he propped his elbow up and held his chin in his hand.

"D'accord… it's just that you looked troubled in your sleep" Still watching the road Francis pulled a worried expression.

"Oh? I was just dreaming…"

"What about?"

Arthur hesitated before he answered "Nothing important"

"Well… if you say so mon cher" He quickly glanced over to the Englishman. His eyes brows furrowed slightly. 'This is strange. Since our relationship started he's never acted this… this… distant? D'accord, maybe he has but… this seems different' However his train of thought was interrupted when he saw their new house. That's right, their new house. Not that long ago the couple decided it would be a good idea to relocate; which had NOTHING to do with the fact that Arthur had punched their landlord for trying to flirt with hi. But, apparently, 'the git was asking for it anyway' so it was all fine. Well… in Arthur's opinion it was anyway.

"Arthur! We're here at last!" Francis exclaimed while parking the car in the drive way.

"Yes, I can see the frog"

'At least he's himself now' the taller blond noted with a smirk. Completely ignoring the 'frog' comment he unbuckled himself and ran round to Arthur's door and opened it. He did a little bow with one hand behind his back.

"Milady~" He said mischievously as the Brit flushed.

"S-Stop that. I'm not a woman!" He yelled defensively but still taking Francis's gesture and departed the vehicle. Francis just chuckled and followed after him. But before entering they had a good look at the front of the house. It truly was a job very well done; stylish and modern, perfect. The white paint looked as if it was glowing due to the bright light provided from the sun. This house was actually only finished the previous week. They would have moved sooner but when they brought this place it was still under construction.

"You have the keys right?"

Broken out of his trance Francis pulled out the set of keys from his trouser pocket. "Of course mon amour" The door was unlocked with ease. But before Arthur could even take one step Francis scooped him up and carried him inside bridal style.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT!?" He protested but from the surprise he clung to him tightly.

"It's tradition, non?" He said innocently while placing his lover gently down on the floor; also giving him a kiss on the check in the process.

"That's only if were married! When we are married it would be fine to do that, but not now" Arthur huffed, not even realising what he just said.

"Arthur, was that a proposal just now?"

Turning about ten shades of red in a millisecond he shouted back "I- WHA- NO!" Finding Arthur's face adorable Francis laughed and slung an arm around the Brit's shoulders.

"Honhonhon, sorry mon amour, I was just teasing. Anyway, how about we check out the rest of the house hmm?"

The new building actually turned out to be quite reasonable; three bedrooms (one for them to share and two guest rooms), two bathrooms (their room with an ensuite and then just a general one), a nicely spaced kitchen, a cosy but not cramped living room and a medium sized back room which was to be the study. And all the looking through the house Francis felt a sense of unease. Arthur looked comfortable enough so ignored this feeling; after all Arthur was all that mattered. One thing was very odd though, in the kitchen in the corner was a trap door with a massive lock and chains; what was even more curious was that the metal was covered with rust and the wood looked like it was decaying. Francis didn't say anything. It was not that he didn't think it was important, he just… didn't want to mention it.

Time moved on and it was getting late so they unpacked their sleeping bags changed into some pyjamas. The moving van wasn't coming till the next day so they had to make do with the floor of the living room, which was carpeted at least, and their two sleeping bags. Francis held Arthur's head to his chest and kissed the top of the messy blond hair.

"Bon nuit, mon petit amour"

Arthur smiled fondly and whispered "Good night Francis. I love you" He blushed deeply at the last part but feel asleep never the less; only to be thrown into another nightmare.

A/N

Ooooohhhh, creepy. Well, I hope it is anyway. And for those who are reading/following or whatever my other story 'Dream Job' I am still doing it, it's just that I don't really know what to write next and then this idea popped into my head. I'll try to update it Tuesday (11/9/2012) but I can't promise anything just yet. Sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me if you do find any) and please do review, I want to know if this is creepy/mysterious/spooky enough. Please tell me how you felt when reading this. If it's not spooky enough i'll try to turn it up a notch.

Translations:
D'accord = Ok
Mon cher = My dear
Mon amour = My love
Non = No
Bon nuit, mon petit amour = Good night, my little love