This one was just shortened. I left it basically the same though.
This is the past. It's going to slowly be incorperated into the story to fill in some of the blanks that are only in my head and didn't quite make it to the paper (or screen i guess XD). hope you like it and thank you VERY much for reading! Please tell me if this is connecting the dots at all because this story actually does have a lot of little details that aren't excatly explicitly told. And just so everyone knows this story does, for the most part (because I have changed my ideas for this story 38,574,629,847,512 times, almost not exaggerating), corresponds with the story Aurora Parthenopaeus A Not So Ancient Greek Legend by -JiLlIaN0sHAkItA-. It's a great story and you all should read it and her other stuff cause I think it's all pretty great. Thanks again! :3
The wind whipped around her, tearing through her thin jacket and shirt chilling her to the bone. The house stood large and foreboding against the sunset painted sky.
Her tiny hand clasped Nick's even tighter. "Nicky, why do we have to go in the haunted house?" she whispered, tugging his sleeve lightly. "I'm scared."
"It's not a haunted house. Be quiet and just sit or sleep until we leave in the morning okay?" he asked, obviously trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. She nodded, her curled pigtails bouncing happily and framing her pretty porcelain colored face.
They walked up to the front gate and Nick pressed the buzzer. The doors opened silently on the well oiled hinges and they entered the small courtyard to head towards the front door. When they reached the porch the door opened. "Come in Nick," a large man with long blonde hair said, beckoning them inside. "I've got your work plan set out for you."
"Where can she stay?" Nick asked, lifting the little girl's hand. "I have to baby-sit her."
He seemed to consider her for a moment and then where to put her. "I suppose a guestroom."
"She's afraid of the dark," he said shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "She can't be alone either."
"The couch it is," he said, finally letting them into the large house. He watched them, as Nick sighed and the little one looked around in amazement.
She hugged the boy's leg and continued to inspect the room with wide, wonder filled eyes. Her small hand tugged lightly on the hem of his shirt and she whispered up at him, "You were right. It's a haunted castle."
The man chuckled to himself and walked in front of them. "There's a couch in here and a desk so you can work and she can sleep. Come on," he said, managing a small smile of encouragement to the tiny girl who was hesitantly making her way around him to enter the next room.
"Nicky," she whispered in that loud, non-whisper-sounding whisper that small children have, "where's Marie?"
"At home sleeping, like you should have instead of coming here with me," he answered irritably. She frowned and sniffed softly, turning away from him and going to sit on the couch and curl up in a tiny ball with her shining curtain of black hair covering her face. "Come on Bonnie, don't be like that. You know you should have."
She shook her head and turned away from him to face the back of the couch. She mumbled something Nick couldn't hear.
"What?"
She mumbled again.
"Quit mumbling Bonnie, I can't hear you," he said, sounding annoyed and angry.
She sat up and glared at him. She slid off the couch and walked up to him, still scowling so hard it was almost comical. She suddenly let out a screech and stomped on his foot as hard as she could. "I said you're a butthead!" she screamed, stomping back over to the couch and curling back up facing the back.
Kyrian chuckled over at the doorway to another room. "Yeah butthead, you need to get to work anyway."
