Timmy made his way down a dimly lit corridor. The top floor of the mansion is the darkest as no one uses it. Things were so silent that Timmy could hear a buzzing noise in his ear as he strained to hear. It's kinda spooky up here. Timmy thought. He of course had heard the stories of murderous ghosts trying to strangle their victims as they slept, silently unaware. Thierry himself spoke of the many ghosts which haunt the top floor. Human vampire hunters he says, looking for revenge on he vampire race even after their bodies are no longer of any use.
Suddenly someone grabbed Timmy from behind. The figure was much larger than he was and painfully strong. A man obviously. He pinned Timmy to the ground and pulled his arms behind his back. Timmy had been in plenty of sticky situations before. Heck, he almost burned to death not so long ago, but at that moment Timmy was more terrified than he had ever been in his entire life. "Gotcha," a low voice whispered in Timmy's ear.
"wha-what d-do you want?" Timmy stammered
"I want…" The low voice almost growled, "To know why you're sneaking around up here alone. Thierry said that this floor is off limits," An oh so familiar voice laughed.
"You JACKASS Quinn!" boomed Timmy, "when I get my hands on you I'll tear you limb from limb and post you piece by piece to Rashel!" This earned Timmy increased pressure on his upper body, mainly his skull.
"If you ever speak of hurting Rashel in any way again I'll burn you alive, runt." With that said Quinn got slowly off Timmy and disappeared into the darkness.
Hit list couple no.2? Rashel and Quinn. Timmy started to think of the possibilities.
He jumped up onto the balls of his feet and scuttled away to find the stairs.
"Mare? Are you in here?" Timmy half whispered as he slowly opened the door.
"Oh, hey Timmy. I was just cleaning up. Come in." Timmy enters Mary-Lynette and Ashes room. Like all of the other guest bedrooms it has a high rise roof, with wooden beams running along the ceiling. Thierry liked the old style characteristics of it. The only light in the room came from a fire which crackled every so often. The fireplace itself was very large. Intricate designs ran along the sides of it. Obviously handcrafted in the 18th century. A four poster bed neatly made sat out of the way in the opposite corner of the room. A walk in wardrobe was just a few feet from it. Nothing in the room sat out of place. The heavy door clicked closed behind Timmy as he entered the room. For the past hour he had been stationed in front of a mirror, practising for the role he is about to play.
"Mare, something horrible has happened," he said with glassy eyes and a sombre look.
"Where's Ash!?"
"It's not Ash." Mary-Lynette looked relieved to hear this, but Timmy continued, "It's your brother Mark. Jade called. She said to tell you to come home right away. Your brother had a really bad asthma attack and needs you." Mary-Lynette was at the door before he could finish his sentence.