Do not speak ill of the dead...for they may hear and take you with them. ( Anonymous)
Mists of Misery
Part Two: Library
Eirene stared at the double bed and desk with the lamp that was on her side of the room. She stared at the bookcase that stood empty save for the last two shelves. Her roommate was busy talking as she combed out her blonde hair. Sitting down she felt the mattress give slightly and wondered who had slept here before her. Going to the closet she emptied her duffel into the space and closed the door.
"..I told Sherry that it didn't matter, but she's really spacey sometimes. You know she dumped that most gorgeous guy in school?" The blonde asked as she glanced at Eirene in the mirror.
What was her name again? " Ah, no I didn't."
"Well she did." The girl said quickly. " So what are you?"
Eirene frowned, "Sorry?"
"Lawyer, Banker, Diplomat?"
"What does my family do?" Eirene asked as she sat down on the bed again. " Nothing, I am here because my parole officer pulled some strings." Which wasn't entirely true, but it got the wanted reaction out of the blonde.
Silence stretched between them as Eirene watched with calm patience for the other girl to blink first. She did and went back to brushing her hair. Uncomfortable, Eirene went to the door and pulled it open.
"Everything's closed until eight in the morning." The blonde called.
Eirene slammed the door and went down the hall descending to the main floor. She paused and turned to the left, the massive school library was open so she walked in. Using only the moonlight from the windows to guide her, she searched the walls of books. Touching lightly the leather bound volumes of knowledge. She made her way up to the second floor and stopped as her attention was caught by something. Turning she studied the far wall and was surprised to see it move. Pressing herself into the shadows she watched as five teenagers stepped from the secret panel. They were all pale, like death almost. All of them were dressed in various styles and moved with the stealth grace of predator. She recognized Karl as he sat down next to the well dressed blonde girl. There was a boy in a dark black velvet coat and crimson shirt. He moved with a grace that came from dancing or perhaps something else. There was a sense of old age to him as he sat down next to a dark haired girl.
Karl stood up and walked to the case nearest the group, he came with a book. Sitting down next to the blonde he opened and pointed to something.
"I told you it was in the eighteen century."
The boy in velvet frowned at him. " Karl, I was around back then. I would now if it happened then or not. You shouldn't trust all that you read."
The fifth member of the group laughed. There was something wild and dangerous about him as he sat forward. Eirene recognized him instantly as the one from the road house. He had started all kinds of trouble there a while back. Instinctively she moved back even further into the cover of shadows.
Karl sighed and looked over at his partner. Eirene watched the lovely blonde lifted her head and sat back in the chair. In her every movement there was noble grace. The kind that only the most royal of the old times can have. When she spoke her words held an accent that was definitely high bred Russian.
"Now come on Drew," The girl said. " Just how old are you?" All the attention turned to him and the boy gave a charming smile.
"I don't kiss and tell Essie." Drew laughed softly as he spoke. They fell into conversation and all study was forgotten.
Essie? The name rang a bell in Eirene's mind as she heard it. There was a mention of the name outside of the well known Princess Anastasia of the Romanov family. She was a cousin or niece of the czar. Shaking loose the thoughts, Eirene watched the five as they sat and talked. It was then that she realized that as long as they were down there she was trapped. What if her roommate reported her missing? That would lead to trouble and that was something she didn't need for anyone. Let alone Dr. Murdock or the students she now watched.
Mists of Misery
Part Two: Library
Eirene stared at the double bed and desk with the lamp that was on her side of the room. She stared at the bookcase that stood empty save for the last two shelves. Her roommate was busy talking as she combed out her blonde hair. Sitting down she felt the mattress give slightly and wondered who had slept here before her. Going to the closet she emptied her duffel into the space and closed the door.
"..I told Sherry that it didn't matter, but she's really spacey sometimes. You know she dumped that most gorgeous guy in school?" The blonde asked as she glanced at Eirene in the mirror.
What was her name again? " Ah, no I didn't."
"Well she did." The girl said quickly. " So what are you?"
Eirene frowned, "Sorry?"
"Lawyer, Banker, Diplomat?"
"What does my family do?" Eirene asked as she sat down on the bed again. " Nothing, I am here because my parole officer pulled some strings." Which wasn't entirely true, but it got the wanted reaction out of the blonde.
Silence stretched between them as Eirene watched with calm patience for the other girl to blink first. She did and went back to brushing her hair. Uncomfortable, Eirene went to the door and pulled it open.
"Everything's closed until eight in the morning." The blonde called.
Eirene slammed the door and went down the hall descending to the main floor. She paused and turned to the left, the massive school library was open so she walked in. Using only the moonlight from the windows to guide her, she searched the walls of books. Touching lightly the leather bound volumes of knowledge. She made her way up to the second floor and stopped as her attention was caught by something. Turning she studied the far wall and was surprised to see it move. Pressing herself into the shadows she watched as five teenagers stepped from the secret panel. They were all pale, like death almost. All of them were dressed in various styles and moved with the stealth grace of predator. She recognized Karl as he sat down next to the well dressed blonde girl. There was a boy in a dark black velvet coat and crimson shirt. He moved with a grace that came from dancing or perhaps something else. There was a sense of old age to him as he sat down next to a dark haired girl.
Karl stood up and walked to the case nearest the group, he came with a book. Sitting down next to the blonde he opened and pointed to something.
"I told you it was in the eighteen century."
The boy in velvet frowned at him. " Karl, I was around back then. I would now if it happened then or not. You shouldn't trust all that you read."
The fifth member of the group laughed. There was something wild and dangerous about him as he sat forward. Eirene recognized him instantly as the one from the road house. He had started all kinds of trouble there a while back. Instinctively she moved back even further into the cover of shadows.
Karl sighed and looked over at his partner. Eirene watched the lovely blonde lifted her head and sat back in the chair. In her every movement there was noble grace. The kind that only the most royal of the old times can have. When she spoke her words held an accent that was definitely high bred Russian.
"Now come on Drew," The girl said. " Just how old are you?" All the attention turned to him and the boy gave a charming smile.
"I don't kiss and tell Essie." Drew laughed softly as he spoke. They fell into conversation and all study was forgotten.
Essie? The name rang a bell in Eirene's mind as she heard it. There was a mention of the name outside of the well known Princess Anastasia of the Romanov family. She was a cousin or niece of the czar. Shaking loose the thoughts, Eirene watched the five as they sat and talked. It was then that she realized that as long as they were down there she was trapped. What if her roommate reported her missing? That would lead to trouble and that was something she didn't need for anyone. Let alone Dr. Murdock or the students she now watched.