"Hmm what's going on?" She said rubbing her eyes looking around the room. Her eyes moved to the man next to her. His arm was moved from around her and is now holding a book. His glasses are on his face and his white blonde hair was moved out of his way.

"You're up." He says smiling as he rests the book on the coffee table and turns toward her so they face each other. His hand moves some of her short orange red hair from her face. She smiles at him as she makes eye contact with his muddy brown eyes. His teeth were bright white as they flashed at her like diamonds.

His hand moves to her waist and brings her towards him now pressing together. She could feel his strong chest against hers. The sun made an outline on his figure, but stopped at the blanket. 'Blanket? When did that get here?'

"Where did you get the blanket?" She looks around "And the pillow?" she sees on the coffee table food "And the coffee?"

"I ordered for them all." He says in a matter-of-fact manner.

"So, people have seen me…us… naked?"

"Yes, well just one person. That lovely maid, you know the one with the country accent?"

Her stomach sinks. 'Of course it would be that one.'

"I'm sorry, just wanted the best for you." He whispers as he snuggles into her neck. His breath was hot on her collar bone. His lips moved across her skin softly and she closes her eyes.

"You're forgiven." She says giving into his movements.

He slowly back away and gets up, as does she. They dress, reluctantly, and make sure they look like nothing happened. He grabs her and plants a kiss before they go their separate ways.

Dazed, she walks down the long corridor to the steps that lead to the second and third floor. She makes her way to her room and notice that on the door to every room was an invitation. She snatches off the one on her door and eyes it up and down. She enters her room and read the paper.

Welcome to Boddy Mansion

Although under these circumstances please enjoy your stay at the Boddy Mansion. Tonight we would like to invite everyone to a 7 course feast. Although this is an invitation, attendance is mandatory. Please dress appropriately. This is a black tie event. Please be there at 7:30 promptly. Thank you.

Mr. Verde

She rolls her eyes at the invitation, they hadn't even been there for 24 hours and they plan on trying to get everyone together already. That room will have 22 people and one killer in it. She sits on the bed with head in hands; life was becoming complicated.

It was 5:47 and she had a lot of time. She makes her way to the bathroom remove her articles of clothing. She looks over at the towel rack and notices the towels have been replaced and that a bath robe was on the rack.

Showered and in a bathrobe she wanders around her room waiting for the minutes to fly by. But they don't. They move like hours and it was only 6:20. She finds herself getting into a dark turquoise dress. It was a halter top and synched in just under the breast. It had a pendant that was gold with an ivory center. It flowed down just above the knee and then got lower in the back. It had a very 20's style to it. Her hair looked the same as usual, short, red orange, and wavy. Her eyelashes were long and black, with dark black eyeliner. Her dark red lip popped against her dark tan. Her golden necklace and a golden bracelet matched her pendant. Her shoes were tall and matched her jewelry/

She looked at the clock, yet again. 6:40. She couldn't take the being cooped up in the room anymore and made her way out of the door. She wondered around the house aimlessly. Every once and a while she would come across someone else walking around. No one she has ever talked to though.

Her hand traces over a painting of a stocky old man. He had large features and light skin. His eyes were a pale blue like they were as worn as him. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and a blood red tie.

Mr. Michael Andrew Boddy Sr.

She wanders down to the second floor, identical to the one above. Its middle space wasn't occupied by rooms though. It was a large balcony with a hallway on all four sides. A chandelier hung over the space in the dining room. Odd. It was over the dining room, although traditionally it was over the foyer.

Her hand traces over the railing as she comes to the stairs that lead to the foyer. Her heels make a clapping sound as they hit the granite floor. She pushes open the door into the dining room which has now been occupied by a maid, a butler, and two or three random people.

She makes her way to her seat, choosing not to stand like the others. She looks at the cards on the table noticing that all of the names were different. She pulls out her invitation seeing on the back side was one word.

Peacock.

She rolls her eyes at the not so clever fake name. She reads the ones at her actual table. Carnation. Mustard. Plum. Ivy. Cloud. She runs people through her mind but couldn't pin point them. To her right was Plum and to her left was Carnation. She sits down at the empty table watching people enter one by one.

The first member of her table to enter was the man in the gold. He had on a black tuxedo and now slicked back hair. Because of his features he looked more like he belonged in a greaser gang than at a black tie event. His gold pocket watch chain still hung and he wore the same gold watch. His dark tan glimmered as he made his way from table to table, finally stopping at hers. He sits at the chair on the other side of where Plum was supposed to be.

The next to enter was the woman in the red. She had on a long red gown that was strapless and had a small train. The bottom was sparkly and it faded upward into a plain shocking red. She wore silver jewelry and long black gloves. Her long smooth hair was in a bun on top of her head. She walked over and sat to her left. Half of the table was left now.

The third to walk in was the man in the purple. He wore a dark black suit and had a black vest with a purple swirly patterned. His tie was dark black and his shoes were newly shined. His hair was still a white blonde and his skin wasn't a dark tan, but wasn't pale either. His muddy brown eyes looked around the room for his table behind his stylish glasses. He made his way to the other side of Peacock.

The next to enter was the woman in the white. Confusion struck Peacock as she examined the woman. She had on silver glittered shoes. Her dress stopped under her knee and the collar was a halter top made of silver as it stopped in between her breasts. She had light make up for her pale skin. Her blonde bangs were straightened to perfection and the rest of her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She had freckles from being outside often and had pale almost mint green eyes.

She found her way on the other side of Carnation. All that was left was the person directly across from her, Ivy. They wait impatiently as the clock read 7:29.

Bam.

The doors to the room shut abruptly by the butlers and waiters were already making their ways to the tables with bowls of soup. The soups varied between people but no one seemed to be bothered by what they got. For a matter of fact it happened to be each person's favorite soup. 'That's sort of suspicious.' She wonders sipping hers watching the staff move around the room.

"Ahem" The entire crowd looks to the front of the dining room and there is an impromptu stage. A man in a black suit with a green tie is on top with a microphone stand. "Hello everyone. It is so nice to have all of you attend. So I suppose I should get to the point, there's been a murder and every last one of you are suspects." A gasp or two spread throughout the room. Some people begin to shout things like "I didn't do it!" or "That's insane!"

"Whether you all like it or not, it's true. All of you were here and had access to the weapon and the victim. We're not exactly sure on what your motives may be, it depends on each individual." She scans the crowds as people begin to whisper to each other harsh phrases. "Either way, all of you are going to be in some sort of danger. Until we catch the murderer be careful and watch your back. This place is going to be a real life haunted house."

With that he makes his way from the stage and a new course is being set out. A large salad topped with almonds, meats, and cheeses. Many different dressings were placed on the table in boats. Mr. Verde makes his way to the seat at her table marked Ivy. He eats and chats with the others like nothing had happened at all, like there wasn't a murderer in the room.

Many people slowly begin to slip into conversations with people at their tables. Carnation, Ivy and Cloud begin to have a conversation over the ups and downs of fireplaces. Peacock yawns before moving on to talking with others. She turns to Plum and Mustard who were having a heated discussion over Political Science.

'I'm going to dieeeee" her mind shouts as she brings a palm to her face. She notices movement under the table and looks over to a piece of paper. It was in a masculine slightly pale hand. Plum. She squints at the paper trying to read it without anyone noticing.

11:00. My room. 3rd floor, diagonal of yours.

She thumbs up under the table but incase her doesn't see she puts her hand on his leg and squeezes his knee. She could feel his hand over top of hers incasing with warmth. Course number three enters the room and it smells like heaven had a feast.

It was chicken in gravy of some sort topped with vegetables. She dug in very rapidly receiving a good look from people around the table.

"Well if I knew you were that good with your mouth…" Ivy says with a smile crossing his face as he cuts his food. She balls up her fists around her fork. She continues to eat though in a rage that steamed around her.

Soon after the fourth course and so on come through until it was finally the 7th course. Two waiters pull in a large 16 tear cake. It was a dark chocolate with white cream frosting. Raspberries covered the edges and white sugar flowers were made. At the top was one single candle.

"This candle symbolizes the number of deaths we let go unsolved. Hopefully this candle will stay by itself to never be joined in its bloody death it symbolizes." This time the audience was unheard. Not a single person talked, or even breathed.

Eventually the cake was cut and passed out but no one ate. People were too busy focused on what they were faced with. The death of a person, and unknown person. Who was it? Will they ever even know? Or will this just be left unsaid and let the killer continue on his/her way like nothing happened?

A couple forks are heard hitting plates as a few people let their cakes be eaten. Eventually people are allowed to leave and the room begins to empty. No one says a word; they just walk down the hall like zombies to their rooms. Doors are heard being shut and slammed by people that retire for the evening. This was tolling on everyone, even Peacock. She glances at the clock. 9.

Why did the time in this house move by so slowly? She walks around the room unable to do anything but think about the events of the night. The maid dressed like everyone else, the announcement made at the beginning of dinner, and the cake that shocked the room. Things were adding up, it was like there was more to this party and this house than just the murder.

She shakes away her thoughts and goes to her closet and puts on a dark black negligée. She doesn't wear any jewelry, save for a necklace she always wears. She pulls on slippers and a robe over top so she can walk down the hall in decency. 9:45. Shell be fine if she is too early.

Opening the door into the dimly lit hallway she closes the door quietly. Tip toeing her way down the hall she comes around a corner, that was when she hears whispering.

"Yes, Yes, I think they were at the table with me! It was so scary!"

"Who was at your table?"

The two figures were talking in hushed voices. The first one was short with long hair. She had folded towels in her hands and a maids uniform covered her body. The other figure was tall and slightly balding. His voice was shaky and elderly, and the top of his head was balding slightly. Butler?

"Um the young looking man, Mustard, I think? The stripper, Carnation. The Professor with the blonde hair, Plum. The woman in the blue dress? Peacock? Mr. Verde and I. That's it."

"So, that's a pretty elite group of people. What makes you think it was them?"

"Everyone was quiet and awkward. For socialites they seemed to hide a lot, especially the man in the yellow. He was really, really, really quiet." She says, he voice was shaking back and forth.

"Ahh, well, I will look into it, no worries." With that he turns back towards the way Peacock was at and passes by her like nothing happened. The maid went the other way, her long hair waving back and forth as she walked. She turned down the corridor and made her way out of site. Tip toeing down the hall way, Peacock, makes her way to the room she was told to go to.

Knock.

After two or three seconds of prepping her look Adam opens the door to let her in. She makes her way past him and he grabs her hip bringing her into him. Leaning up for a kiss Peacock gets close but Adam backs away and pushes her away.

Confused, Peacock makes a sound that crossed between a question and a whimper.

"Did you hear what heard?" He says gesturing towards the door.

"Yeah, I thought it was odd, I was going to ask you after we … ahem …" she says slightly frustrated at him.

"Just, she thinks one of us did it. We need to be extra careful."

"Why? I didn't. And I hope to god you didn't."

"But others will get suspicious, and then the real murderer might target us next. We need to keep a very low profile."

She nods her head understanding the true crisis she was in. "I don't want to die." She says plainly looking up at him with water dusted eyes. She has never felt so vulnerable before, what was he going to say. But he didn't say anything, just stood there.

They looked at each other calmly; her green eyes searched the muddy brown puddles in his eyes. 'Do Something.'

He finally took her unto his chest, her face snuggled into the warmth of him and his arms around her shoulders. "I don't want you too either." He says running his hands through her hair and kissing the top of her head.

He lets go of his grip and looks down at her. She finally has time to take in her surroundings. His chest was bare and he had on dark purple sleep pants. His glasses were still on, thick black framed and cute as ever. His hair was still white blonde and out of place.

The room was dark green and had a gold bedspread identical to hers. He rooms were almost the same except his colors were different. But it was creepy how much alike they were. Twins.

"Nice robe."

"It is, isn't it?" She say with a smirk as she undoes the tie and drops it to the floor. She steps out of the slippers she stood in. Her negligée was slightly see through so he could make out her bra and underwear. He licks his lips slightly and comes to her neck. His mouth opened over it and ran up and down her neck softly.

"I like this much better." He says between sweet kisses along her collarbone.

"Eh!" she squeaks as he grabs her around his knees and carries her to the bed fireman style. He flips her back on the bed face first. She gets into doggy position and he leans over her back kissing along the places on her that weren't covered.

His hands meet the end of the revealing gown and slides it over her head. Her bare back revealed to him and her runs his lips over her spine. Tingling sensations formed across her body as she felt his hot breath trail along her body.

He finally flips her over and hangs over her. He removes his glasses and sets them on the bedside table.

"Front hook bra?" He asks curiously as he fingers at the dark lace on the front.

"More… accessible." She purrs at him before bringing him back down to kiss her.

His hands meet her bra and slowly undoes it revealing her C cup chest. He moans slightly before bringing his mouth down to the right one. He starts gently but then he slowly becomes far rougher. She could tell that hickeys were forming around her chest and her rib cage area. His hand comes to caress the open breast.

Her legs come up to meet him as she wraps them around his waist. His mouth finds its way to hers as their tongues intertwine and rub against each other in smooth patterns. He pulls back and goes to take off her underwear. It slides off and lands on the bead somewhere with the rest of her garments. His mouth comes down to reach her womanhood. His tongue slid across her and made its way around her lower half. He finds his hand joins and his fingers slide in. This causes her to arc her back in pure ecstasy. He looks up and smiles at her widely knowing he accomplished his goal. His fingers begin to pick up their pace and work in and out of his slowly, then faster, and faster until his hand moves at the fastest it could get.

Then he stops. She was on the verge of being… There… and he stops. He comes up to her at the front of the bed and undoes his pants. Her good old, very large friend reveals himself and meets her. She runs her hand over it, warming it up for the main event.

He kneels at the front of her raising his eyebrows for permission. Through her cloud of joy she nods slightly telling him gung ho. He starts at the front rubbing around lightly and then he begins to make it farther in and out. His pace was slow, but enjoying. She holds the head board as his pace quickens. A slight pain begins in the back but it subsides each time he plows against her.

Soon enough he is full on ramming into her to the point where they were going at an amazingly fast pace. Small buds of sweat from at both of their brows as she begins to tighten around him. They could both tell it was time for her to come. With two or three last pushes finally an orgasm bellows out between them. He pulls out and flops on the king sized bed next to her.

Looking at the ceiling they both tried to catch their breath and get their thoughts straight. She finally turns over onto her chest looking at him from the corner of her eye. They're eyes find each other and he scoots closer. Her body half topples his and she lays on him slightly. Their lips met and that made the world far more right for both of them.

"So, am I sleeping here?" she says whispering into his ear.

"Of course." He says pulling her toward him more. He rolls her over him so she is flipped off the bed. He follows and undoes the many layers to the covers and gets under. She was by the window and face away from him. Her back found his chest and they pressed together.

She closed her eyes and thought about the evening.

"Who died?" She says suddenly realizing she had no idea who it was.

"They say they are revealing it tomorrow, And their starting the interrogations." He says into the back of her neck half asleep.

"I don't want to."

"No one does, you saw that cake, it scared all of us to death." He says even more tired this time.

"Go to sleep." She says to him.

"Why?"

"You seem so tired."

"No, you just leave me breathless." He says in his smart ass tone but slightly tired down.

She smiles and once more again pushes for him to go to bed. This time he does oblige and makes his way into a deep sleep. This was when all was right in the house, except when the scream of another murder surfaces a few hours later.