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Strange New Place.


"Stephen!"

"Yes, Alec?" he replied, keeping his concentration on the book he was reading.

"Why does the human brat have to stay with me?" Alec asked as he paced, trying to keep
his anger at a reasonable level.

"You found her, Alec, so you deal with her" Stephen replied, yet to care that Alec's
anger was in danger of bubbling over.

"If you'd minded your own business we wouldn't have this problem, would we?"

Stephen sighed and placed the book back in its home on the shelf, dust lingering in the air as the pages settled.

"Alec, you would have killed an innocent. When are you going to learn that you can't just
kill everyone? You shouldn't get so mad. And you should have been more careful in
the future"

"I'll explain what your small angelic brain can't comprehend. It Was Freaking Midnight. People sleep. You know that?" Alec stated slowly, as if speaking to a simple minded child.

"Yes, Alec, but you always have to be careful" Alec huffed at Stephen who rolled his eyes.

Then they heard the sound. A soft creaking of the floorboards on the next floor.

"She's awake" Alec said softly and Stephen just nodded.

Anabelle crept through the dark hallway. The white candle she was holding cast eerie shadows along the old Victorian wall.

"What are you doing?"

She whirled around the face the voice. She looked into the face she recognized from earlier on. The stone cold blue eyes pierced her own and she shuddered.

"Who...Who are you?" she couldn't keep the quiver out of her voice.

"You humans don't ask questions."

"Why...uh...Why do you call me 'Human'?"

"Don't you listen? Don't ask questions especially you, your mind is as easy to read as an open book."

"My mind....wha-?"

"Shut up!" He hissed and pushed her against a wall.

"You're weak; you couldn't stand up to me even if you tried. Your thoughts are loud and clear and I could seek out your darkest desires and most hidden secrets" Anabelle stared at him, still afraid of everything around her "But, alas, contrary to how you think I'm not going to kill you."

"I didn't say anything" Anabelle

"I know" He said smirking.

"Wait.....what?" she said, confusion evident on her face.

"You haven't figured it out yet, Anabelle?"

"I...."

"So I was right, hmm? I thought you were a smart one" He mocked and started to walk away, back down the hall where the shadows reached out to embrace him. His icy blue eyes glowed in the stillness.

"Hey!"

"Come now, Anabelle. I don't have all day" Alec reached out a hand but instead of waiting for a response he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the shadows "Are you cold?" He queried as he practically dragged her down the maze of corridors and hallways. Anabelle nodded but kept her silence.

"We need to get you into something warmer. We don't want you to die of measly cold, do we?" Alec said as he looked her over.

The navy blue skirt and bleach white tank top she was wearing had dried off but it still wasn't winter clothing. Alec knew it was snowing outside and if she was out there at all she would die a slow death. She was freezing and he knew it. When they reached the end of the corridor Alec opened a heavy wooden brass door and lightly pushed Anabelle into the dimly lit room. She could barely make out the pieces of furniture that scantily decorated room, a bed that seemed too large for any one person and the two doors that led to the closet and bathroom.

"Here" Alec said, holding a white dress out to her. Again she nodded but said nothing.

He started to give up hope on ever getting a proper response from her "Come downstairs when you've finished changing." As he was about to close the door he heard her voice.

"Thank you. I know you don't want me here and you wish I were gone." Her voice was soft and Alec could almost hear the tears in her voice. She looked down, so that her long hair covered her face.

"Why do you think we want you gone?"Alec asked just as quietly and the girl breathed a sigh.

"I heard you talking to that guy"

"Stephen" She nodded again.

"Oh, well... come down stairs then you're done, a maid will show you the way" Anabelle bobbed her head in understanding and he left.

Anabelle stared at the floor, letting the tears fall freely now. She saw them fall like small diamond and splatter on the hard wood floor. After wiping her face, she looked up and walked towards the old dressing table and mirror in the corner of the room.

She didn't want to go downstairs. She wanted to run, but she had a sick feeling that they could find her no matter where she went.


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