Chapter 4: Intriguing Discoveries
Back in my room, I undressed quickly and took a short bath. After about 10 minutes of soaking and washing, I was finished and crawled into bed, not even bothering to dry off. I quickly realized how exhausted I really was. A light slumber invaded my mind.
I awoke slowly, whispering a name left over from my dream. "Frank..."
"Yes, sweet?" said a voice from the edge of the bed.
Still a little groggy, I opened my eyes and saw Frank once again, perched precariously at the foot of the bed, a slight look of anxiety on his face. I smiled to let him know he was welcome. He leaned a little closer to me, and I sat up, exposing my already bare body. He gave me a pouty look.
"You've taken all the fun of foreplay away..." he muttered as a playful grin spread across his face.
I only smiled again and kissed him softly. I silently asked myself how long this would last, our midnight meetings. Eventually, I didn't care because he was once again working his magic on me.
With both our eyes closed, we let our hands do the seeing. He had already begun to breathe a little heavier, and pushed me down into the pillow. He kept his mouth on mine, his eyes closed, but his hands moving all over. I decided to keep my hands in one place, resting then on his shoulders, occasionally moving them to stroke the tickle spot on the back of his neck.
This went on for what seemed like hours, and when he had finally done his deed, he and I fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke just as Frank was leaving my room. Seeing that the sun had barely risen, I turned to ask him why he was leaving so soon. But the first word hadn't even rolled off my tongue before the door slammed and I was alone.
I got up again and dressed about an hour later, still a little hurt about Frank's sudden departure. My mind began to play out the rest of my stay so far, to get it off of Frank's unkindness. I then remembered what Columbia had told me the day before about Frank's temper. I didn't have time to dwell on this though, because Magenta burst into my room, probably trying to wake me up. I could definitely tell she wasn't very fond of me.
Surprised at seeing me awake and dressed, she stopped short in the doorway, but then regained her composure.
"The master has given strict orders that you are not to wonder the castle today. Other than the kitchen, dining room, and library, everything else is off limits. Understood?" she nearly shouted.
"Umm...yes...but why?"
"The master is preparing for a rather important engagement. You are not to disturb him in any way until it is finished, or you may find that your stay here will come to a rather abrupt end." She raised an eyebrow and exited, slamming the door behind her.
I sat in my room, pondering "the master's" wishes for a few moments. Eventually I gave up trying to decipher these orders when I heard my stomach growl. I gave myself a little check in my compact mirror, in case I ran into anyone downstairs, and headed down to the first floor to try and find the kitchen again.
After about 45 minutes, traveling through twisting and turning hallways, opening and closing doors, and retracing my footsteps several times, I found the kitchen. I ate a small breakfast consisting of buttered toast, water, and one sausage link. Afterwards, I decided I wasn't quite ready to try and find my way back yet, so I listened to the strange noises coming from the floor above me. Small explosions here and there, almost maniacal laughter every once in a while, and the cracking of what sounded like a whip. I was eventually too creeped out to stay, so I tried to head back to the foyer, and work my way to the library from there.
30 minutes later, I was completely lost. I think I took a wrong turn about every three steps, because nothing looked even remotely familiar to me. I slowly peeked behind every door, looking to see if I could find another corridor, or maybe even a map...
No such luck though. I wound my way through hallway after hallway, and finally a staircase here and there. Just when I thought I was finally in a recognizable place, I opened a door to find something I had never seen the likes of before.
A huge room lay before me. all white, with paintings on the wall, a red carpet on the floor, and a big banner behind a very comfortable looking chair. It said "Annual Transylvanian Convention" on it. This alone was very intriguing. Why on Earth would anyone want to hold a meeting for a bunch of vampires? I looked around a little more, seeing not much else but a mop and bucket, floor wax, etc. But there was a feel to this room, kind of an eerie sensation that I was completely alive and renewed. Whatever this room was, it was special...and that meant...I wasn't supposed to be here!
While I was quickly turning to find the door I entered at, something extremely ironic happened. I heard a cold voice behind me shout out my name. I whirled around, expecting to see a gun in my face of a whip in a gloved hand...but all I saw was a fluffy redhead wheedling a broom. I relaxed a little, but not a whole lot because I still did not belong in here, and I had been caught.
Magenta's scowl didn't fade into her usual slightly disturbing smile/smirk, and I started to tremble in fear. What would they do to me?
"Did I or did I not tell you not to snoop around?" she shouted.
"Well....yes but...I got lost and...I was trying to find..." I stammered.
" Well...then what do you think you're doing??"
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I just got lost and...oh please don't tell Frank I was in here! I wouldn't want to jeopardize my stay here! Please! I'll do anything!" I cried.
She said nothing, but smiled knowingly at me instead. She had me right where she wanted me; on my way out of the castle. She turned and walked out of the room, pointing to the door I was to use as my exit. I walked out and stared at her.
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of telling the master of your...disobedience."
A little less than thankful, I left the room biting my lip. Sneaking suspicions crept into my thoughts, oozing out from the depths of my imagination. What if they were terrorists, trying to take over the states, or getting together to plan an attack? Or what if they were aliens from another galaxy...trying to warp our minds and think the way they do, trying to make the people of Earth horrible sex fiends??
I practically slapped myself after thinking these things. After all, why the hell were those thoughts sitting dormant in the back of my imagination?? I remember thinking at that point that the latter plot would make a damn good movie.
Days passed, with no sign of Frank, not even at dinner. My curiosity was building so much that I could barely stand it anymore. If I didn't talk to someone soon, I thought I might burst! Even so, I didn't, but still didn't get to talk to anyone but my reflection for the longest time.
Just when I thought I might not see Frank again, I paper was slipped under my door one evening.
"Dear Sarah,
I am very pleased to announce that my celebration will be held tomorrow night. I would love for you to attend, but sadly cannot until Columbia has spoken to you about a few things. It would be the only way that you would be able to be there. I certainly hope you will be able to attend, and I anticipate out next 'meeting'.
-Frank"
Back in my room, I undressed quickly and took a short bath. After about 10 minutes of soaking and washing, I was finished and crawled into bed, not even bothering to dry off. I quickly realized how exhausted I really was. A light slumber invaded my mind.
I awoke slowly, whispering a name left over from my dream. "Frank..."
"Yes, sweet?" said a voice from the edge of the bed.
Still a little groggy, I opened my eyes and saw Frank once again, perched precariously at the foot of the bed, a slight look of anxiety on his face. I smiled to let him know he was welcome. He leaned a little closer to me, and I sat up, exposing my already bare body. He gave me a pouty look.
"You've taken all the fun of foreplay away..." he muttered as a playful grin spread across his face.
I only smiled again and kissed him softly. I silently asked myself how long this would last, our midnight meetings. Eventually, I didn't care because he was once again working his magic on me.
With both our eyes closed, we let our hands do the seeing. He had already begun to breathe a little heavier, and pushed me down into the pillow. He kept his mouth on mine, his eyes closed, but his hands moving all over. I decided to keep my hands in one place, resting then on his shoulders, occasionally moving them to stroke the tickle spot on the back of his neck.
This went on for what seemed like hours, and when he had finally done his deed, he and I fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke just as Frank was leaving my room. Seeing that the sun had barely risen, I turned to ask him why he was leaving so soon. But the first word hadn't even rolled off my tongue before the door slammed and I was alone.
I got up again and dressed about an hour later, still a little hurt about Frank's sudden departure. My mind began to play out the rest of my stay so far, to get it off of Frank's unkindness. I then remembered what Columbia had told me the day before about Frank's temper. I didn't have time to dwell on this though, because Magenta burst into my room, probably trying to wake me up. I could definitely tell she wasn't very fond of me.
Surprised at seeing me awake and dressed, she stopped short in the doorway, but then regained her composure.
"The master has given strict orders that you are not to wonder the castle today. Other than the kitchen, dining room, and library, everything else is off limits. Understood?" she nearly shouted.
"Umm...yes...but why?"
"The master is preparing for a rather important engagement. You are not to disturb him in any way until it is finished, or you may find that your stay here will come to a rather abrupt end." She raised an eyebrow and exited, slamming the door behind her.
I sat in my room, pondering "the master's" wishes for a few moments. Eventually I gave up trying to decipher these orders when I heard my stomach growl. I gave myself a little check in my compact mirror, in case I ran into anyone downstairs, and headed down to the first floor to try and find the kitchen again.
After about 45 minutes, traveling through twisting and turning hallways, opening and closing doors, and retracing my footsteps several times, I found the kitchen. I ate a small breakfast consisting of buttered toast, water, and one sausage link. Afterwards, I decided I wasn't quite ready to try and find my way back yet, so I listened to the strange noises coming from the floor above me. Small explosions here and there, almost maniacal laughter every once in a while, and the cracking of what sounded like a whip. I was eventually too creeped out to stay, so I tried to head back to the foyer, and work my way to the library from there.
30 minutes later, I was completely lost. I think I took a wrong turn about every three steps, because nothing looked even remotely familiar to me. I slowly peeked behind every door, looking to see if I could find another corridor, or maybe even a map...
No such luck though. I wound my way through hallway after hallway, and finally a staircase here and there. Just when I thought I was finally in a recognizable place, I opened a door to find something I had never seen the likes of before.
A huge room lay before me. all white, with paintings on the wall, a red carpet on the floor, and a big banner behind a very comfortable looking chair. It said "Annual Transylvanian Convention" on it. This alone was very intriguing. Why on Earth would anyone want to hold a meeting for a bunch of vampires? I looked around a little more, seeing not much else but a mop and bucket, floor wax, etc. But there was a feel to this room, kind of an eerie sensation that I was completely alive and renewed. Whatever this room was, it was special...and that meant...I wasn't supposed to be here!
While I was quickly turning to find the door I entered at, something extremely ironic happened. I heard a cold voice behind me shout out my name. I whirled around, expecting to see a gun in my face of a whip in a gloved hand...but all I saw was a fluffy redhead wheedling a broom. I relaxed a little, but not a whole lot because I still did not belong in here, and I had been caught.
Magenta's scowl didn't fade into her usual slightly disturbing smile/smirk, and I started to tremble in fear. What would they do to me?
"Did I or did I not tell you not to snoop around?" she shouted.
"Well....yes but...I got lost and...I was trying to find..." I stammered.
" Well...then what do you think you're doing??"
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I just got lost and...oh please don't tell Frank I was in here! I wouldn't want to jeopardize my stay here! Please! I'll do anything!" I cried.
She said nothing, but smiled knowingly at me instead. She had me right where she wanted me; on my way out of the castle. She turned and walked out of the room, pointing to the door I was to use as my exit. I walked out and stared at her.
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of telling the master of your...disobedience."
A little less than thankful, I left the room biting my lip. Sneaking suspicions crept into my thoughts, oozing out from the depths of my imagination. What if they were terrorists, trying to take over the states, or getting together to plan an attack? Or what if they were aliens from another galaxy...trying to warp our minds and think the way they do, trying to make the people of Earth horrible sex fiends??
I practically slapped myself after thinking these things. After all, why the hell were those thoughts sitting dormant in the back of my imagination?? I remember thinking at that point that the latter plot would make a damn good movie.
Days passed, with no sign of Frank, not even at dinner. My curiosity was building so much that I could barely stand it anymore. If I didn't talk to someone soon, I thought I might burst! Even so, I didn't, but still didn't get to talk to anyone but my reflection for the longest time.
Just when I thought I might not see Frank again, I paper was slipped under my door one evening.
"Dear Sarah,
I am very pleased to announce that my celebration will be held tomorrow night. I would love for you to attend, but sadly cannot until Columbia has spoken to you about a few things. It would be the only way that you would be able to be there. I certainly hope you will be able to attend, and I anticipate out next 'meeting'.
-Frank"