Okay! So firstly, I've been really busy lately (you know new school year, h/w and all that) so I'm really really really sorry about that. I also think I might have a had a severe case or writers block due to my lack of beingonmycomputernesssoididntgetanychacetoactuallyqwriteanything breathes Try saying that five times fast. so anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and I'll only update and add more riddles if I get more reviews saying they want me to continue!..or add more riddles in which case the story will only get longer. On with the story (this chapter in VERY descriptive...of the building I mean...hehehe)
Part VIX
Mick stood in front of the clock tower, it's bells rung as the heavy hands rotated to finally rest on 12:00. Mick stepped forward, and pushed the large doors open, revealing a large square room, decorated with millions of paintings, sculptures and stained glass windows. In the middle of the large room, hung a great elaborate chandelier, it was lit with hundreds of tiny candels, it's arms were decirated with crystal glass that shimmered when the light from the flickering candels collided with it. To one side stood a grand staircase, it's steps were dressed in a large ruby red carpet. It lead up to the second floor of the enourmous building. Between the front door and altar, which was a large marble stone, covered in deep scarlet material. Arranged over the surface were more candels, each one unique, they all flickered when the cool breeze blew in through a nearby open stain glass window. The front of the altar was decorated with a marvelour depisction of a scene from the bible, the scene when Jesus is taken down from the cross, his mother Mary weeping by his side.
Mick tore his eyes away from the beautiful scene before him and walked towards the staircase. He felt as though a thin, delicate piece of thread was guiding him through the large building, even though he had never been here before, it was as if he knew the bluprint inside out. He finally reached the grand flight of stairs when an ear piercing scream tore through the silence, echoing through the empty tower. Mick was suddenly oblivious to his surroundings, his mind locked on the only thing that he was terrified of losing…
Beth!
Mick suddenly ran up the stairs, almost tripping due to his great speed. He felt the invisible thread that was pulling him towards something suddenly grow, it's power increased immensley and Mick soon found his feet moving on their own will. It suddenly danwed on Mick where that invisible thread was guiding him to.
What do you do when something you know that what you want, you can never have to call your own. What do you do when you cannot help but be drawn to it, want it so badly, you cannot even bear to think about how you would manage to live without it. The feeling of being drawn to something so powerfully, the feeling of being as though you were torn in two, and you are forever pulled towards your long-lost half, a half you know you can never be reunited with. If that other half was in danger, and in dire need of you, would you be able to stay away? Would your feet lead you there against your own will, however strong you may be, your life will always feel incomnplete without them. So you must come to the conclusion sooner or later, that you cannot live without them, because you need them.They're all that matters because you can't breathe without them. That they're the only person in this world that you're terrified of losing. Because you love them.
Mick threw open the door, his eyes adjusting to the hazy gloom emitted by a distant window. Mick sucked in as much air as he could, analysing for any scent or trace of his Beth. The sweet smell of jasmine lingered in air, the last glimpse of that perfume she loved so much she wore it everywhere. Mick took cautious steps forward, one at a time, his eyes now fully adjusted he scanned his surroundings. The large rectangular room had all four walls covered in ruby wallpaper, bookcases stood back-to-back against the smooth walls and elegant pictures adorned glossy wooden tables. Two large antiquecouches, a rich golden colour stood in the centre of the room, a beautiful chandelier hung from the high ceiling, it's crystals glissened when Mick flicked on the light switch. Windows dressed in golden curtains allowed dull beams of sunlight into the room, Mick instinctively held a hand up to sheild his eyes, while candles burned brightly, their tall bluish - orange flames flickering in the gentle Autumn breeze.
A small cry emitted from behind one of the tall bookcases, this one in particular, leaned so far towards one side that it threatened to completely fall to the ground. Mick proceeded, ignoring the fact that the shelves were sqeaking from the pressure of being stacked with so many books. His highly sensitive ears went into overdrive and he was able to pinpoint the exact origin of the sound. Mick came to be standing in front of shelf no.9. Books of all colours were sprawled across the bookshelves, Mick exteneded his arm and reached for a light red book. Hesitantly, Mick opened the book, inside lay a small voice recoder, it's buttons jammed on "continous playback". Mick felt a surge of anger rise inside of him, however he quickly regained himself and flipped the book so it was back to front. A small pocket was fastened to the inner jacked of the book. Mick opened the small pocket and reached inside, a small key, about the size of a fifty cent piece lay in his open palm. Mick closed his eyes, his vamp senses overwhelming him once again. His new determination sent waves of newfound energy through his whole body like electric shocks. He knew this wild goose chase was coming to and end, he would find the man who took his Beth away from him, and he would definately kill him.
And with that, Mick's eyes snapped open, he placed the book back in it's proper place and headed towards the wine cellars, his long coat whipping out behind him, a smile on his face.
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