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Chapter 8: Bad Things Happen in Libraries
Carmen's pov.
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks so bad. One, I was in love with my enemy, two, I was going on a date with him and his girlfriend, and three, I had nothing to wear. I might as well embarrass him with my simple lime green shirt and distressed jeans, but I never get what I want.
"Okay, we're stopping by my Italian summer casa, so you can put something presentable on," he said with an emphasis on presentable. "And maybe you can also take a shower," he added.
"What's the matter; you don't want me to look bad in front of your inamorata? (Girlfriend in Italian)" I said sneering.
"You speak Italian," he asked, surprised.
"Well I'm not a freakin' illiterate," I said with a sarcastic tone.
I already knew how I would ruin this date. I have it all planned out. Say a couple of bad things about Seth, spill a drink "accidently" at his girlfriend Maddie, and use bad table manners and flirt with Seth. I can already picture the look on his face when he would start yelling at me after the date. HAHA, like I would care if he gets pissed off.
Seth pov.
Well I'm not a freakin' illiterate," she said, and then looked away for the entire ride back to my Italian house. It's on the shoreline of the Tyrrhenian Sea. It really is an awesome location, and also a cool place for a party. So many memories…
It's a brick mansion with turrets all around the exterior. In the backyard there is a swimming pool, tennis court, and a forest for hunting and hiking. It's a great vacation spot, and I haven't visited it in two months. Luckily, I had hired two new women to clean my house because the other "cleaning service" went through my underwear drawer. This time I remembered to interview the house cleaners before letting them in.
"Holy s***! This is your summer home?" she said when she saw my mansion.
"Mansion," I corrected her. She jumped out of the limo before it even stopped, and ran to the door. She reached up above the door frame and somehow found my key that I keep in a secret compartment there. How did she know my key was there, and on her first try?
"How the hell did you know my key was there?" I spoke my thought aloud as I was hopping out of the limo. I was instantly surrounded by salty sea air that calmed me down and relaxed my nerves. This was the real reason I bought the place, it was relaxing and beautiful. It sounds so corny, but I'm always in a lot of stress from the council, "stop this argument", "go to this party", "tell them this" is what I hear every day from them.
"You're not too hard to figure out. You like the fancy gadgets and expensive stuff so I assumed it would be in a compartment. And what better place to put a compartment on a door where no one will see it than the top of the frame?" She said, finally turning around to look at me.
"That's a little creepy," I said hurrying up to get to her.
"Your appearance is a little creepy," she said before rushing inside.
"Oh, my feelings are hurt," I muttered to myself. She acts like she's already been here and it's her mansion. I finally got in and was instantly surrounded by the smell of home-made bread. I walked into my kitchen and there stood Clarisse, one of the maids, working in the kitchen on something.
"Who told you to cook?" I asked, they were to only cook for me.
"Oh sir, welcome back. The girl walked in and said she was with you and told me to cook some French bread. I thought it was strange, we are in Italy and she ask for French bread," she finished looking apologetically at me.
"Oh, well, that's okay," I said in a kind voice. I was known for being picky and yelling at people who do something in a way I don't like them to. She blinked; obviously surprised I didn't fire her on the spot. I was a council member's son, so they're all afraid of me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out half a million dollars and handed it to her.
"Thank you sir fir being so gracious of me." she said while counting her money.
"You're welcome Clarisse you did an excellent job. Where is Hannah?" I asked. Hannah was the other maid.
"Well, she's somewhere in the house. I am not sure. I can go check-"
"No, that's okay. Here's the money for her." I didn't have to tell her to give Hannah all the money, if she didn't, well bad stuff happens.
Where did Carmen go? I'm not going to play hide and seek with her. I looked through all fifty-two rooms and no luck. There was one more room, my library, which I haven't checked in yet. It was secret because it was hidden and no one but me knows where it is. Sometimes I even sleep in there, so I have a queen sized bed in the sunroom that is pushed out from the rest of the library making it seem like you're outside. It is really beautiful at night, because there is no ceiling and you can see the stars.
I went in and saw that she had made herself comfortable on the couch and was reading a book. What are the chances of that?
"I walked through the entire house to find you in my private and secret library reading a book," I said, still breathing hard from running.
"Mmm," she said still reading the book. I looked at the title, Romeo and Juliet it read. A classic.
"It's a secret library," I said again. She finally looked up from the book.
"So? I already know about it. It's not secret to me anymore that you read!" She said laughing.
"What's so funny," I said, already knowing the answer. Not many guys read, and now she's gonna pick on me forever for that.
"Oh, nothing," she said still giggling, "I think it's cool you read." She added, serious now.
"Well, you have to get out now. Oh, actually, I wanted to further research your markings, let me see them again."
She lifted one of her arms and gave it to me. The markings were so familiar; I just couldn't put my finger on it. Then it hit me. I quickly ran to the section about our goddess.
"What the heck, Seth?" She said before hurrying to me.
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, I kept chanting in my head. I hope it's not true. I went to page fifty-six, where I knew there was a picture of our goddess and symbols that are associated with her .
Oh, s***. My worst fears were concluded. She was the Queen of Darkness.
Carmen pov.
"Seth, come on! What the hell is wrong with you?" I said, getting worried. He just sat there looking at that one symbol with absolute terror in his eyes. "Seth," I repeated. He finally looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes. Oh no, I thought, this was far worse than I thought. He dropped the book and ran out of the room.