If it weren't for a low and annoying rumbling noise, Amelia would've still been comfortably asleep. Her eyes fluttered open after a moment of relaxing to stare up into the tall ceiling with horizontal arcs. For a moment she thought she was in a church she visited frequently as a child before her memory of the past couple of days finally sank in.

She was in her new home in Russia with her boyfriend. A home that her boyfriend went ahead and bought without discussing it with her first. A home that gave her frequent sneeze attacks and made her body have spasms because of the odd airflow.

Ah yes, this was her new home now, and to think it all wouldn't have been possible without her dear, darling, considerate, boy-

Amelia had rolled over to greet the man but discovered him absent from his side of the bed.

She turned her head toward the blinds to find that they were still shut but a thin slither of the suns rays was able to make it through. It couldn't have been that late in the day for him to have left and go to work had it?

As she panicked that she over slept and wasted the day away, a strange noise come from the floor, rattling the bed. Then there was a low moan and another thud and Amelia was seconds from hiding under the covers until she heard a familiar accented grumpy voice.

"Bloody hell am I doing on the ground?"

Amelia sprang up after hearing that and crawled across the bed to where her boyfriend had slept. During her crawl she noticed all of the thick covers had been pulled to her side, which was odd because Amelia had never been one to hog the blankets.

She peeked over the edge and there she saw her boyfriend, sitting upright on the ground in a state of confusion. His dark brows were knitted down as his tired, irritated eyes narrowed in puzzlement. He rubbed the side of his head as if sore and winced when he touched a particular spot.

"Hey Artie, whatcha doin' down there?" Amelia asked out of honest interest.

Arthur frowned up at her. Either because of the nickname or the blunt question. "I honestly don't know. I suppose I fell, but I've never been one to roll around in my sleep." He leaned back on his hand and seemed to pounder it noiselessly to himself.

Amelia couldn't help but to sneak a grin when he looked away. The idea of Arthur rolling around restless then tumbling off the bed was adorable in a way. The bed was very large so the distance from the top of the mattress to the floor was pretty steep. What made it even more amusing was that the fall didn't even wake him. He slept through the whole thing and spent his night down there.

The grin from her face fell quickly though when Arthur staggered to stand up. He leaned on the bedside table and rubbed the spot on his head that was sore. At first he was still deep in thought but Amelia saw something in his eyes when they landed on her side of the bed. They darted back and forth from his side to hers before finally landing on Amelia.

"Why is it that you have all the sheets?" He questioned and the American inspected the collection on her side. She shrugged and looked innocently back at him.

"Beats me. I wasn't even cold last night."

Arthur scuffed and rolled his eyes. "Well that's no surprise since you had all the sheets to keep warm with."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at him then. "Are you insisting that I stole them off you?"

"Then proceed in kicking me off the bed? I can't deny that wouldn't surprise me with your strong legs." He mocked then crossed his arms over his white night shirt.

"Trust me buster, if I kicked you you'd be hurting in a hell lot more places than just your head." She growled and repeated his action by crossing her own arms. She even puffed her chest and raised her head to be equal with his.

Arthur stared at her for a long moment before sighing and shaking his head. He uncrossed his arms moved to the bed to sit down next to her. She watched him suspiciously before flushing when he leaned over and wrapped an around her and brought her into his side. He kissed the side of her head then leaned his own against it.

"You're right. If you had kicked me then I'm almost positive I'd be on the complete other side of the room." He chuckled softly and Amelia felt his side vibrant. "And how would I know whether I roll in my sleep or not? I'm asleep after all. I can't know what and what not I do for sure."

Amelia grinned and leaned comfortably into him. It was near impossible to stay angry with him when he was always the one that gave in first and apologized or asked for forgiveness.

"In a way that's what you're there for." He continued and shrugged. "Someone's got to inform me of what I do in my sleep."

Amelia cracked a grin and leaned away to look at him, seeing that he had a small smile playing on his lips as well. "That's what I'm there for in bed? Making sure you don't go crazy in your sleep?"

"That and other things." He murmured huskily and leaned back down to kiss her cheek.

Amelia giggled and tried pulling away from him but he already had his arms around her and pulling her closer. They laughed as he continued to place kisses on her cheek as they teased each other.

Somewhere inside her Amelia felt something off but she put it aside and let boyfriend be playful with her. Arthur was just about to lean her back into the mattress when there suddenly was a loud clash that came from the hallway.

They both stopped and in what they were doing and snapped their heads in the direction of the door.

Amelia was first to speak to break the silence. "What was that?" She whispered and kept her eyes on the door.

Arthur got off the bed and stood there silently, straining his ears for any other particular noises from beyond the door. "It sounded like glass shattered...I wonder..." He murmured in consideration then started creeping towards the door.

"Arthur! What do you think you're doing!?" Amelia hissed fiercely at him and scrambled off the bed, her landing on the ground causing loud thump and Arthur turned to frown at her.

"To check for the source of that noise obviously." He said evidently and turned back around.

"What!? Are you insane!?" She continued to hiss and tip toed her way up behind him. "That's just what it wants you do to! Don't be the dumb hero because cause they always get the axe!"

Arthur suppressed a groan but didn't cease in his approach. His girlfriend always had a horror movie reference for just about everything that went bump in the night or in this case, the morning.

"It's an old house, love, things do fall apart after years of being untended for. It shouldn't be a surprise to either of us considering our share of old apartments back in the UK." They both stood at the door but with Arthur closest since Amelia held her position behind her like a barrier.

Each and every time something frightened his American girlfriend; she would use him as her shield. There was even a time that he recalled being shoved into what she thought was a monster so she could escape. "Your sacrifice won't be forgotten!" were her exact words as she fled the scene. She later called him that night asking if he had gotten eaten or not.

"Nobody will be getting the axe," he mimicked her exact word choice with his fingers. "There's nothing out there and I'll prove it." He insisted and Amelia ducked when he reached for the doorknob and twisted it.

The creaking of the door really didn't help matters for Amelia as she trembled and watched from over Arthur's shoulders. She almost slapped Arthur in the back of the head when he suddenly jerked and scared the living daylights out of her. He chuckled and shook his head then ventured out into the hall.

Amelia stayed in the room and peered out from behind the door. If there were a crazy axe-swinging maniac, then that door would be slammed shut and locked before thinking twice. Arthur was a great guy and all but-

"Just as I thought." She focused on her boyfriend again who had his hands on his hips and was staring down at something. He moved away from her sight when he made his way further down.

"Creepy axe swinging Russian maniac?" She asked then peeked for herself. Arthur was a few feet away and was kneeling on the ground facing the left wall. It appeared he had something in his hand but Amelia couldn't tell what.

"Worse..." He shook his head and turned to her, holding up the reflecting thin item in his hand. "A shattered light bulb. You know what that means."

"We're going to have to make a run to the hardware store?" Amelia whined and leaned against the doorframe. "Dibs on not driving."

"What? No." Arthur shook his head at her and frowned. He used his other hand to point to the glass in his hand and rest on the ground. "Its broken glass. It's dangerous and I don't plan on going to the hospital and getting stitches if one of us were to step on it."

"Oh you're right, and Russian hospitals are supposed to be like totally freaky too. I can name at least a dozen horror flicks that take place in some old spooky Russian hospital. Totally not on my to do list while in this country." She sighed and crossed her arms seemingly hundred percent serious with what she just stated.

Arthur just stared at her incredibly, not really knowing how to respond or rationalize what all she said. First off he was positive Russian hospitals were just as equally comparable to the rest in Europe, more so or less, and secondly he seriously needed to limit his girlfriends intake of movies from the horror genre.

"Anyhow," he cleared his throat and stood up. "This will need to be cleaned up before we forget about it. Amelia,"

He caught her trying to sneak back into the room. She stopped when she heard him call her name and she cringed like she ready knew what he was about to ask of her.

"Would you mind getting the broom and dust pan for me from downstairs? They should be in the broom cabinet on the left side of the hall near the stairs."

Her eyes darted down the long hall then back to him. "Alone?"

"I don't see a point of us both going, so yes." He nodded and gave her an obvious look. She looked like she wanted to protest but instead just frowned and grumbled under breath.

Amelia turned her back on him and started making her way down the long hall. Behind her she could hear glass being scooted around and she hoped that Arthur wasn't using his hands to do it. If he wasn't careful he was going to end up cutting himself because of his impatientness. She wasn't even around the corner and he was already trying to get the job done.

As Amelia walked she noticed a change in the interior that was different than the first time she walked through the hall. The walls were lighter and the air didn't feel as dark and heavy like before. Tiny dust particles floated in the air and Amelia barely felt them when she breathed the air in. When she stared straight ahead she found that the reason everything had a light and softer tone was because of the sunlight that filtered in through the halls end window.

When she turned onto the level where the great stairs led down, she had to stop and take in the sight before her. The window that overlooked the entrance room was massive and the light poured in beautifully. Beyond the glass were the tips of green pines from the dense forest. She reached a hand out to grasp the railing to steady herself when she walked down the steps so she could continue to take in everything around her.

Hanging high from the ceiling was a chandelier but it was draped over with a grey sheet. She had a feeling that the chandelier was made up with beautiful crystals and when the light shined through them they would shimmer beautifully. Maybe they could ask the electrician to uncover the hanging piece when he worked on the rest of the house.

To Amelia's luck and relief the broom closest was right where Arthur had said it would be. When she first opened it she half expected a bunch of skeletons to fall over her, so she had hid behind the door and opened it cautiously. The broom was old and she stared at it thinking it would make more of a mess than it could clean up but it was the only one in there. The little pan that she had been hoping to find turned out to be more of a steel bucket. At least the handle was still attached although it was a bit wobbly.

On the trip at back up the stairs, Amelia ended up running and skipping every other step as she climbed. She swore she heard a noise behind her when in the corridor and didn't even hesitate to get right back up those steps as quickly as possible.

The steel bucket clanked at her side as she sped walked down the long hall to where her boyfriend was standing along the wall. He heard the loud rattling sound and glanced up to see her rushing in his direction before his eyes fell on the old bucket.

"Is that really the only container that was in there?" He took it hesitantly when she offered it and the broom to him.

"Yes." She panted then swallowed and shook her head. "I mean no. Ugh, I don't know."

Arthur gave her a confused look before he noticed her reddened cheeks and her normal bed head even more amiss than usual. The way that she stood before him indicated that she felt uncomfortable having her back completely to the hall by the way she stood. Her eyes would also dart down from where she came almost as if nervous.

"Why is it that you don't know? You did open the first door by the stairs on your left, correct?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"But what?" He raised and eyebrow and she did one of her uncertain smiles and started playing with her fingers.

"I heard something and kinda didn't wait around to find out what it was."

Arthur frowned at that. "I've already told you that we live in an old house, love. It's going to make noises every now and then. It's just what old homes do."

She gave him a pleading look then surveyed down the hall where the stairs were. She wanted to tell him that what she heard wasn't like what he thought. She lived in the old houses in England and even century old ones back home in America, so she knew what old homes sounded like and the noises here weren't the same.

"But these aren't natural, Artie. Something doesn't feel right and I can't really express it but I know I feel something." She waited for him to respond as he silently swept up the glass. That's when she noticed he was only using one hand and had the other tucked against his chest.

"What's wrong with your hand?" She kneeled down to his level and he paused in his sweeping but didn't look at her.

"It's nothing. Glass just nicked me is all."

"Show me." She insisted softly and he finally looked at her before removing his hand from his shirt. Amelia's gasped and immediately reached out to cradle his hand in hers. There was a thin but long cut along his palm on his right hand. He tried pulling away from her but she wouldn't allow it.

"Its nothing really. Looks worse than it really is with the blood and all. Just needs a cleaning and small band aid."

Amelia remembered how she heard him trying to clean up the glass when she left him to get the broom from downstairs. If he had just waited like he was supposed to then he wouldn't have gotten himself hurt.

"You couldn't have waited for me to get back?" She examined his hand closely and for any shards still remaining.

"It's not like I was playing around in it." He snapped defensively. "All I did was push it up against the wall. I honestly don't understand how I even managed to get this with how careful I was." He pulled his hand away and stared at. "Almost as though it had done it on purpose." He muttered and Amelia saw the way his eyes narrowed like they did when in deep thought.

"You should let me finish cleaning it up then. I don't want you putting anymore pressure on the wound and go have it cleaned." She was already removing the broom from his other hand. "Plus you should get ready for when that extreme Russian handy man comes."

"You're right. It wouldn't be professional of me to answer in night clothes and one hand covered in blood." He stood and smiled down at his girlfriend who grinned up at him. "I'll get this cleaned up right away."

Amelia watched him return to their room and close the door behind him to change. Instead of sweeping right away she just continued to kneel there and wonder why Arthur always would shut the door when changing or even taking a shower. It was like he still wasn't comfortable changing in front of her after all this time. She shook her head of the thought and focused on the glass. It was just Arthur's character though. He was so conservative and at times uptight about things.

Amelia hummed softly to herself as she swept the shards into a pile then tipped the bucket and scooted them inside. She made sure to check in between the cracks and even stepped back to see if the glass managed to reach the rug.

She picked up the bucket with her free hand and started making her way down the hall. She didn't think twice about going alone since Arthur was too preoccupied with treating his injury and getting ready for the repairman. Right when she turned and walked along the banister, her mind went right back to the chandler. She slowed down to stare at the small crystals that peeked through. Once they had it uncovered and cleaned up along with the rest of the house, Amelia could imagine how picturesque it all would be. She might even be able to look past the creepy noises and invisible forces.

Amelia's hands were full so she wasn't able to hold onto the railing, so she made sure to walk more cautiously and really feel each step. Her attention was drifted away with thoughts of their new and cleaned up home that she didn't notice that someone was approaching the door. If she had her eyes straight ahead then she would've saw them through the glass, but unfortunately her attention was elsewhere as usual.

She was about half way down the stairs and had her foot out to take another step when there suddenly was a loud chiming that echoed throughout the entrance foyer. The sound was so loud and startling that it caused Amelia to over step and lose her balance and go flying forward.

She remembered gravity pulling her down and the steps completely leaving her toes. Glass shards from inside the bucket flew free and glistened in the air around her. The scene would've been beautiful if Amelia had not been flying along with the glass and possibly landing on them once she made contact with the steps and tumbled. Her heart did that leap but she never felt it go back down. It was in her throat where her absent scream was being caught.

She was just about to close her eyes to protect them from the glass when she felt herself being tugged away from the floating shards. Something sturdy was spun around her middle and held her in place. She watched in admiration when the glass froze in midair and glistened beautifully like frozen droplets of rain. When she looked down she gasped and saw that she too was floating in midair.

"H-How..." She breathed then watched in amazement as all the glass pieces floated back into the bucket. The broom and steel container were gradually placed on the ground floor and every thing became silent.

The pressure around her held her in place for a few seconds more until she felt herself start to drift down the all the steps she thought she was going to tumbling on. She didn't say anything when her feet were softly placed on the wooden floor with her items a few feet from her. The warmth around her middle didn't fade and Amelia felt as though the source of that heat was not just wrapped around her, but was also standing right before her.

A warm puff of air blew into her face and her breath hitched. The pressure around her tightened for a moment and Amelia found herself stepping forward, getting closer to the invisible force.

She stared up past her lashes at where she assumed a face would be if somebody were there with her. As incredibly nervous and frightened as she was, she somehow managed to get her voice to work.

"Thank you..." It was just a whisper, so soft and quiet that she barely heard it for herself when she spoke it.

There was a soothing heat advancing towards her face and she almost closed her eyes when a comforting heaviness was placed on her cheek. She smiled softly and leaned into her, her cheek tingling from the sensation.

Just when Amelia was getting the confidence to say something else, the warmth around her disappeared and she found herself reaching to her cheek to somehow hold onto whatever was there. She almost wanted to tell whatever it was to wait but another voice shattered the stillness.

"Amelia? What are you doing just standing there?" She looked up to see Arthur finishing buttoning up his white shirt and racing down the stairs. She almost told him to slow down and be careful after what just happened to her.

"I.." But she didn't know what to say. Would he even believe her is she told him? Probably not.

"You could've at least gotten the door." He grumbled and slipped past her, almost running into the bucket and muttering a curse.

She stood there for a second more in reflection before grabbing the bucket and broom and racing down the hall. Behind her she heard Arthur greeting the repairman but she paid them no mind and continued to the kitchen to dispose of the glass and then go searching for a certain woman's phone number.

She had a very important call to make.

AN: Thank you all so much for the reviews from the last chapter. Love reading them and seeing what you all think.