On October 31st of the year 2000 a young man by the name of Laurent Anderson was sitting in the leather office chair pull closely to the maple colored oak desk. The large pine grandfather clock chimed loudly echoing threw his room. This noise startled him from his mind numbing daze. The elegant room began to fill with a purple fog; a young lady appeared drenched in scarlet blood. Her ebony hair was gently clinging to the back of her neck as well at to her black dress and purple corset. Her gentle emerald green eyes were laced with blood. Laurent couldn't move he was paralyzed, and his fingers began to tingle. Soon the tingling spread though out his body. His eyes zoomed into her ruby red lips, Unaware of the fog around him turning a rich blood red color. The young lady levitated into the air.
"You there," The young woman spoke loudly and it echoed just like the grandfather clock chime had dome earlier.
Laurent mumbled," Me?"
"Yes you there is no other such beings in this room other than you and I am I correct," She continues to speak very loudly, "Do you know who I am?" He shook his head.
"Then let me introduced myself," she lowered herself to the black carpet and the fog turned purple again, and brushed off her dress, "pardon my rudeness. I am Cordilia DeLioncourt; I was born In London, England on the date of June 15 1800. I was murdered October 31 1824." Laurent stood unable to move his body, but he managed o look around as his room blurred. He blinked. When he opened his eyes he realized they were no longer in his elegant hotel room. They were standing in front of the Morbinary Asylum.
"You hear those screams just as well as I do don't you Laurent? Those are the screams of me, my husband and the 24 other patience we came to call our family. No one could understand that truth and knowledge come in many different forms." As they stood there the asylum burst into uncontrollable flames. The screams of the patients echoed through the streets of London but no one stopped to help. Cordilia stared menacingly at the building. Laurent on the other hand flinched at every scream he heard. Laurent blinked and he found himself staring at the stars painted on the ceiling. As he slowly lifted him self from the carpet, he began to get dizzy, and clutched the side of the oak desk for support. Cordilia's voice was still echoing in his head as he tried to comprehend what he had just experienced. The room began to spin again. He tried to wobble his way to the bed as he did so he attempted to grab the footboard and missed. He felt dizzy still, he slipped and fell and hit his head on the sharp corner of the chest near by. Blood began to leak from his wound as he lost consciousness. His bleach blonde hair soon became stained. The white suit he was wearing was now a scarlet red. Cordilia appeared standing above him in a pool of his blood. She reached into his chest and delicately ripped the heart from his chest. His heart still beating in her palm tears wielded up in her eyes. She wiped them away with he delicate clean hand, and she faded away just as she came; only to appear an hour later at the grave yard at the corner of Lovers Lane and Death Boulevard.
"Sir here is the last of the 100 human hearts you asked now give me my husband back! I have followed your orders now give me James back!" A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. She turned around. And gazing at her was her husband James Delioncourt. She dropped the heart and the ground consumed it rapidly. They held hands and walk into the night as the sun rose behind them.