I was staring myself from the mirror. I looked the same as I always looked, but somehow I felt different. Something in me had changed, and I couldn't quite find out what it was. With a deep sight I started to make my way out of my room, down the stairs into a large lobby and then straight out of our house. Me and my family lived in a big house with many servants. Personally I hated the fact that there were people just to serve me, but my parents, as the rest of the society, thought that if you had money it had to be seen. Yeah I know, poor little me, born with too much money and a great position in society, how could I know nothing about hard life and responbilities. As weird as it sounds, I wasn't happy with my life. Never ending flood of balls, boring people and smug gentlemens ready to rescue me from my loneliness and from my future as an old maid, didn't really interest me, and as I said before, this day I felt like something had changed even more in me. I had a feeling that something was coming.
Again, I was sitting in front of my dresser while a servant called Mary was doing something magnificent (in her own words) to my hair.My door popped open and my beaming mother stepped in to my room.
"Oh my! Isabel, you look gorgeous! Every man at the ball tonight will be drawling for you. I've eaven heard that the Count himself will be coming tonight..."
My mom looked at me with a glow in her eyes, hardly covering the mental images of me and the Count dancing and laughing together until the sunrise. Despite the fact that my mother was a marchioness and in a very high position, she still sometimes acted like a overjoyed child. That didn't bother me, she was a lovely and a warm woman, but what really bothered me was her eagerness of getting me married and giving her tons of rich, beautiful grandchildren. Thinking unlady like things, such as breaking someones jaw, and running away and not going to the ball, made it very difficult to me just to smile to my mom and looking like the beautiful, sophisticated daughter she wanted me to be. Someday, I'm going to leave this boring life of mine and run away with some dangerous and wild man, who's nothing like the Count, who honestly bores me to death… Maybe the feeling I had earlier wasn't just a mental brake down and it ment something.. Maybe something is going to happen…
I was wandering at the garden, like ah so many times before during the ball nights. It was kind a chilly out here, but I didn't want to go back in just to dance with some jerks disquised as a lords, counts and marquesses. The night was peaceful and the lawn and garden bathed in a moonlight. But as I walked more further in the garden, I could feel something changing in the atmosphere. It had been quiet before, but now the silence was deeper, heavier. I felt shivers going down my spine. I started to feel paranoid, but didn't even know why or what I was being paranoid for. Calm down Isabel, it's just slightly colder and more quiet than a minute ago, it doesn't mean anything. I mean, you are allready freaky and weird enough, so don't you dare to become afraid of the dark too! Here is nothing to be afraid of… Arguing with myself in my mind I started to walk little more faster to get back to the house. Think of all those people, soon you will be inside and safe, away from your stupid little fears… I suddenly stopped walking and stood still. That had definitely been a sound. A voice. Coming from behind me. There it was again, a quiet chuckle somewhere close to me. I gathered all my strenght and quickly turned around –just to see nothing. I sighed in relief, and even made a little nervious laugh. When I was stepping to the porch of the mansion, I heard something again. It sounded like a wind, so soft and light.
"I will see you again, soon…"
A mans voice. I know I should have been terrified and run in the house as fast as I could, but somehow I just stood still as the voice echoed in my mind. It had been so beautifil, and someway so familiar…