Obsessions

Part2

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Disclaimer: don't own a thing

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 Trowa pull up to the depressing-looking mansion that was Catherine's home. It was made of sandstone and gold embroideries. A stonewall bordered the back of the mansion. There were a few cracks in the sandstone and veranda marble floor was covered with openings and cracks. The stonewall was cloaked in vine that had no flowers but they did have thorns. 'So unlike Quarte' Trowa thought.

 As Trowa got out of the car, he noticed a light in one of the countless windows of the mansion. As Trowa pulled out an umbrella from the car to shielded himself from the rain, he also noticed two outlines in the window. One was a woman and the other was a man, both were yelling at each other. The man slapped the woman. Then the woman began to cry and the man embraced her. 'Lord please don't let that be Cathy' he thought.

 Trowa walked up the stairs that leaded to the veranda. The door had an old fashioned knocker. 'I swear this place is beginning to look like something from a horror story' he thought. He knocked and the door opened to reveal a man in a black tuxedo. The man had black hair and coal black eyes.

 "Can I help you?" the man said with a French accent.

 "I want to speak to Catherine," Trowa said.

 "Is she expecting you?" the man asked.

 "Yes."

 "Then come with me." The man led Trowa up several sets of stairs. 'I am starting to hate this place.' Finally after what seem to be hours to Trowa the butler stopped at a door.

"What is your name?" the butler asked.

 "Trowa Barton." The butler nodded and turned to the door and knocked.

 "Who is it?" Quarte's voice came thought the door.

 "There is a Mr. Trowa Barton, who wishes to speak with Miss Bloom," the butler said.

 "Let him in," Catherine voice came though the door.

 "Yes, ma'am," the butler said and open the door. Trowa step though the door. Catherine was sitting in font of a fireplace. Her hair covered her face.

 Quarte was in the room as well. His eyes, once a bright blue, were now dull and lifeless. His hair hung limply and his skin was deadly pale. His clothes hung from his fame. He looked sick.

 "Trowa," Catherine's whispered voice drew he's attention away from Quarte and to Catherine.

 "Yes Cathy?" Trowa asked.

 "Don't scream when you see my face," Catherine said.

 "What do you mean?" Trowa said. He stared at her intensely. She was thin, terrible thin. Her skin seem to hang from her bones and she looked so small. She let out a sigh that seem to take all her strength. She lifted her hand and Trowa noticed how bony it was. She then moved her curtain of hair to reveal her face. And Trowa let out a gasp of shock.

 "Oh my God, Cathy, wha-what happened?" he asked. She broke out sobbing and said, "The-there was a fire an-and I cou-couldn't get out fast eno-enough and my face wa-was sc-scarred."

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I know that it's been a long time and I can't really say anything. This may not get up-dated for a long time, so sorry about that.

Ja ne,

Pinkmoon.