Inside another home, the skies dark above it, is a raven haired girl, her bluish amethyst eyes downcast as she loads several items into a bag on her bed. She is quiet in her haste, sure that if she makes too much noise that her guardian will come and find what she is doing. She is so intent on her task that she fails to hear the footsteps outside her door, the only barrier between her and the household squeaking open. She paused, her eyes growing a wide at the thought of who is behind her, but she doesn't look, just a slight turn of her head to see behind her.
"So it's true," the male mutters darkly, his shadowy form taking up her whole doorway. He doesn't take a step into the room, just stands there, waiting. She turns around, her body tense when she sees that it is her guardian and he looks none to happy, but she doesn't care.
"Sir, a gentlemen knocks before entering a lady's room," she states, stiffening her spine as if she isn't afraid of the male before her. There has always been something about him that has made her wary of him. His light touches and attempts at wooing her just make her all the more uncomfortable. He treats her like he owns her, like he has rights to her body and by keeping her in the home also keeps her from the chance to find her own life.
"Indeed he does, but I see no lady," he states, moving slowly into the room, his eyes flashing red at the hurt that she had inflicted upon him after all that he has done for her. He gave her all she ever needed. He gave her a roof over her head, good food to eat, and clothes as well as his own attention. He moves like a snake, his movements shifty as he eyes her. "I told myself the sailor was lying." He stops just a few feet from her, the raven haired woman leaning back from him slightly even as she tries to keep herself strong against his words and possible actions to finding out that she was indeed attempting to leave his care. "I told myself this was a cruel fiction, that my Lily would never betray me." He shakes his head at her, his blue eyes flashing again. "Never hurt me so." The small woman holds her ground even as she feels fear skitter up her spine.
"Sir, I will leave this place." He doesn't react the way she thought he would. No, he nods at her.
"I think that only appropriate. Since you no longer find my company to your liking, madam," he states, nodding toward the door where Skulker appears, his eyes flashing. "We shall provide you with new lodgings." He moves toward her, Lily taking a stumbling step back from him. She still manages to look brave even as her heart pounds and her eyes widen in fear. "Until this moment I have spared the rod ..." he fades off as he takes another step toward her, but this time she holds her space, only her body shaking in fear. "And the ungrateful child has broken my heart. Now you will learn discipline. When you have learned to appreciate what you have, perhaps we shall meet again. Until then ... think on your sins." With a nod toward the other male he walks our of the room, Skulker just standing there for a moment as he eyes the ward of his master. She seems to think it is going to be okay, a shuddering release of air seems to set him off and he lunges at her. She cries out as he grabs her wrists, her eyes glistening before tears come streaming down her face. He slaps her once across the face, her cries going silent before he drags her out of the home to where a carriage awaits them.
Dash, the blond male that had come to take her away, stands just across the street, his blue eyes narrowing as the sound of Lily's tears hit his ears. He can see her now, her body thrashing around as she attempts to fight back against the minion of Vlad. Spotting Vlad standing there at the door as the carriage door slams shut, he rushes over, his fear of the older male gone as he tries to stop the vehicle from taking his love. He is too late, her face pressed against the window in the back of the moving carriage the last thing he sees, her face pale, but her cheeks flushed as she cries out. Dash turns his attention to the man responsible for what is happening.
"Where are you taking her?!" he askes, his fist clenched at his side. "Tell me or I swear by God-!" he rages, the dark haired male turning toward him, his eyes flashing red at the sight of the one responsible for turning his ward against him.
"WOULD YOU KILL ME, BOY?!" he howls, his voice echoing around them on the darkened streets. He holds his hands out, leaving his chest open for attack. "HERE I STAND!" Dash stands there, his blue eyes flashing in anger, his nails digging into his palms, debating on whether he could actually do any harm to the male before him. He decides that he will not fight, going after the carriage as it disappears down the street, turning a corner into the shadows of the houses that tower over it.
Dan sits on the floor of the room upstairs, his eyes looking down at the small framed pictures in his hands. It shows a picture of his wife, her smile so full of adoration as she looks to him next to her and then in the next picture is her holding their child. The baby is smiling at her mother, pure joy on Samantha's face. He shuts the the combined frames, his eyes turning to gaze at the chair behind him and then an idea seems to come to him and moments later find him taking the chair apart, fashioning it into a more mobile way to dispose of the bodies that he plans to slice while they get their shave or hair cut. He works like a madman, his plan to start the next day if possible and after all is said and done the new chair is complete. Dan stands over it, his face neutral but you can see the malice in his blue gaze as he takes in his creation.
The large dark haired male fills his days with killing. Each person that takes a seat in his chair falls victim to his blade, the blood spurting out onto his sleeve, his chest, or his legs as their bodies grow slack and with each kill the push of a pedal finds the body dropping into an empty room below. Dan wonders about his daughter, the one that he has yet to meet as an adult woman. He wonders at her appearance, if she does indeed look like his wife with her long raven hair and if her eyes are his own blue ones or his beloved Samantha's amethyst gaze. He knows that he may never see her again, even if he were to wish it, but he knows that he will find a way to kill the judge holding her captive.
Outside his window is the beggar woman from before, her eyes wide in the darkness as she notices all the smoke coming from a chimney that has been running day and night it seems. She watches it with such an intense gaze, muttering about the devil that resides in that place where the smoke comes from while Paulina herself is walking down the stairs into a lone room. Above her the door opens to where Dan awaits for his newest victim to sit so he can kill another soul.
As Nathan walks by, all dressed up and looking far more healthy than when he first came to Paulina's doorstep, the beggar grasps his arms, her body shaking in fear as she pleads for him to hear what she has been telling everyone who passes by her. "There is evil in there!" The red headed lad brushes her off as Paulina comes back from that room, a tray of pies in her hand. She is waiting for Nathan at the door when he crosses the street from the beggar woman who still cries out about the evil that is in their town.
Dan has killed several people, even as he thinks of his daughter and the way things would have been had he not been sent away, a man getting a real shave in his shop instead of being killed as his wife and young daughter sit off to the side on the trunk that once housed the body of another barber. After that though, he is back to killing, simply slicing the necks of his victims as if he is bored.
During this time Dash has been walking the streets, looking for the woman that Dan is thinking off, his search for where her guardian has hidden her rather easy to find as he comes to a place called 'Amity Asylum'. In the barred window above him Lily stands, her gaze sad as she looks down upon him, but neither is planning on giving up even if it seems hopeless.