Full Summary: Ryan Evans was believed to be possessed by Luther Evans, or, the reincarnated version of Luther, according to his granddad, Henry. Henry was right – up to a certain degree. Ryan Evans was not that simple minded as many assumed him to be. To make matters worse in the Evans mansion, relatives waged wars against each others – just to attain the mass fortune that soon would be theirs…when Henry Evans kick the bucket. Troy Bolton, a simple lad who was deeply intrigued by Ryan's personality, soon found himself hurled into the heart of the trouble. It was bad enough that Ryan loathed him; he had to be his butler…and knight in shining amour.
The rating of this story might go up, or remain static. Hopefully static. This is my outlet for my bottled rage - be warned. And the full summary is suppose to clear the confusion bound to happen, and as a reminder to me. One more thing...it's a slow Tryan. With a lot of stupid egos involved. Number two...I pray you remember your history lessons on the war of roses. You might need that...
Prologue:
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it ~ George Santayana
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Henry Evans body shook violently as painful coughs erupted from his frail chest. Grey eyes slid to the side, studying the calm countenance of his grandson, Ryan. Those deceiving cornflower-blue eyes reflected nothing of the corrupted soul chained to the lithe body. Only Henry could spot the dark shadows that lined those irises – dark shadows that glimmered liquid gold when provoked.
Only Henry could see past that convincing façade of Ryan Evans. Not even Joseph, Catherine and Sharpay knew about the demon residing within the boy. None noticed his measured steps, exaggerated emotions and careful selection of words.
People tend to underestimate that young man's abilities, measuring his worth with physical quantities that certainly did not reflect his grandson inner quality. He would smile that naïve, haphazard smile and laugh the clear, soothing laughter reminiscent of summer's promises and joy. Dandy, fag, dolt, whatever one desired to label that child as, none could approach the proximity of the young man's true persona.
Today, he knew for certain, his tutoring with his grandson would end. He had long suspected that his grandson had attained far more information regarding the Evans history and bloodline through the aid of the mansion's old library that housed records of their kin.
The family history of Evans was dark and forbidding. It explained the marred system that divided the House of Evans into two squabbling portions – the Clan of Cecil and the Clan of Thomas – that later led to the exile of Luther, shortly after King Henry Tudor put a stop the endless bickering of the House of Lancaster and York (the War of the Roses).
"Luther…" Henry hissed, the word tasting like bile in his mouth.
Ryan stiffened, eyes narrowed dangerously in their slits as he remained perched on the old leather armchair. The youth frowned, lips pressed into a thin line as he studied the wrinkled being bounded to the wheelchair.
Henry sensed a dark thought formulating behind those blue orbs, but chose to ignore it.
Luther Evans might be his ancestor, but Henry Evans would never pay that man any respect. He had brought his great grandchildren shame, banished from England and excommunicated by the church. Luther Evans was the man who had caused their family such distraught. That murderer! And now, he dared return from fiery pits of hell to haunt his beloved grandson.
Yes…
That child…Ryan was tainted. He resembled Luther in so many ways…only Ryan was more femininely built, favouring his mother's genes. Luther was built a knight with a finely carved face of a prince.
"Ryan!" Joseph called, hawk-like eyes glaring balefully at Henry, hand clamped on his son's shoulder. "I need your aid."
A flicker of annoyance flashed in Ryan's eyes, but the young lad smiled and nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, father."
"Joseph…" the old man hissed.
"It's the past, father! Let it rest with the dead!" Joseph barked viciously, gesturing his son to leave before him. Ryan obeyed and left the room quickly.
"He is – "
"Enough! He is not Luther! Or Luther does not possess my son! Luther is dead. Long decayed and has repaid his debt to nature by enriching the soil with his rotting body! I do not care about the past!" Joseph retorted.
"Have you forgotten your lessons? It is our past that makes us!"
"Well, father, you dwell too long in the past. Your obsession with the past has caused this family a great deal of pain. I and Catherine…we are tired of it. You are my father. You are Ryan's and Sharpay's grandfather. Act like one."
Author: Confused? Confused? I never want to write drama...or angst. Or anything of that sort, I don't mind reading, but writing it...It's a pain and an ugly reminder of life. I have enough drama and angst in my life...I am sorry for any errors made. A dull start. Have to. So, you might think Henry is psycho or just too wise.