I don't own Count Cain...blah blah blah....I wish I did ....... blah blah
blah.... last chapter ended with Cain smooching Riff.... now his reaction!
On with the story!
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"In a dark, dark house," sang a voice from the shadows.
Felicity turned as she heard the voice. It sounded like a child. She turned towards the ally, hesitating slightly. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called softly, after all a lady didn't raise her voice in such an unbecoming manner as to yell.
"There was a dark, dark hall." the voice continued. There was a rustling of clothing as the owner of the voice moved to a place even farther down the ally. Felicity gulped slightly. While her maternal instincts were telling her to find the poor child, she was wary of dark places.
"Stop Felicity," She scolded herself, "It's broad daylight and clear skies, nothing is waiting to get you." She steeled herself and began to follow the voice as it continued it's morose song.
"Down the dark, dark hall,"
"Child? Please come out dear, I won't hurt you." She called, her china blue eyes squinting as she tried to peer ahead to try and catch a glimpse of whatever she was following.
"There was a dark, dark room."
She nearly tripped over a cobble stone as she continued.
"In the dark, dark room,"
She heard another rustle. She looked into a corner that was concealed by shadows. Another rustle, this one much closer. She whirled around and gasped as her eyes fell upon the figure in front of her. "Oh! You startled me. Why you're not...." She trailed off, paling as she saw what the figure held. "What...are... you..." She started moving backwards, fear etched into every feature. Before she got very far she tripped, over another cobble stone. "Damn this city!" she thought, scrambling to get up and flee.
The figure bestowed a very eerie smile on her.
"Why?"
"Can I have your heart? I need a lot of hearts, because St. Valentines Day is coming, and I can't be without hearts."
"Please. Please don't...."
"Please, please, please....." the figured mocked. "You chose your fate the moment you called out to me!" the figure laughed gleefully. "Now accept your fate!"
"Please...." Felicity pleaded again, knowing that it was to no avail. One could not expect mercy from one with eyes like that. Eyes like a demons.
The figure raised it's hand with the blade. Felicity didn't even have the chance to scream before it plunged into her neck.
"There was me..." ~~~~~~~
Cain studied Riffs face for a reaction as he quietly lowered himself down from his tiptoes. Riff seemed simply shocked, but not horrified or disgusted in the least, or not yet that is. Riffs cheeks were graced by a slight blush and that was all the reaction that Cain got out of his stoic butler. It was all the reaction he needed. Riff cared for him, it was obvious to one who knew him as well as Cain knew him.
"Would you like your tea sir?"
"Yes, thank you Riff."
"Sugar sir?"
"No thank you."
Riff smiled softly as he poured the tea for Master Cain, albeit without the usual steady hand. He was shocked to say the least, but it was a pleasant sort of shock. And after living with Master Cain all this time, one gets used to surprises. This one, at least was a pleasant surprise, unlike many of them. He bowed to his master, picked up the tray, and left the room.
As soon as he was out of the room and a few feet away he dropped his stoic mask as a broad smile crept across his face. Cain cared for him, for that was the only reason behind that chaste kiss. Cain would not have jeopardized the relationship they had if he was simply looking for a new play thing, and wouldn't have been so hesitant. That simple kiss meant that Cain wanted to see his reaction to such attentions. Just then a maid came in search of him, shaking him from his reverie.
"Mas' er Riff?" The timid girl asked in her broad Yorkshire accent. He turned to the girl, Fauna was her name.
"Yes, Fauna."
The redhead blushed, making her look red all over. "Ye' remember me? Well, Miss Allie sent me t' find ye' for the Missus' new maid jus' arrived." She curtsied in an awkward and clumsy manner and scurried away. She wasn't a bad maid, just incredibly shy, especially in front of men. With her fellow maids, she was one of the most efficient of them all.
"Thank you Fauna." Riff called after, knowing she heard him but wouldn't answer. He made his way quickly to the kitchen where Allie was no doubt holding the new maid hostage until Riff came and verified who she was. That was how it was anytime a new servant came, ever since the incident with Dr. Disraeli.
He entered the kitchen and was immediately subjugated to Allies' glare.
"Mr. Riff, the girl wont say a thing! She wont anser any of my questions! Such insubordination can not be tolerated in this household!" Allie ranted. Riff held up his hands to appease her.
"Don't worry I will have a talk with Miss Darnay as soon as possible." He said in a low voice.
Allie shot a glance to the girl in question. "She is so .... creepy looking.... like a corpse." She whispered.
Riff couldn't say he disagreed with her on that point, but albinos were rare and were often kept locked away out of site from the world. It was because she was an albino that Merriwhether had been so utterly fascinated by her, when they met, Miss Darnay selling sweats on the street corner. When they stopped by her to get something for Merriwhether they noticed how her basket was full and people would shoot her sidelong glances tainted with fear or stare in outright disgust. That was the price of being different and common.
"Miss Maeve Darnay?" He asked turning towards the girl, who was just barely sixteen.
She turned her unnerving red gaze upon him. "Yes?" her voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Would you please come this way?" She followed his gesture without a sound. They walked along in silence, as Riff took her up to Merriwhethers' quarters. In the dark house she stood out in stark contrast to her gloomy surroundings. Riff felt like he was traveling with a ghost rather than a person. He paused outside Merriwhethers' door. "Just a moment Miss Darnay. When you are addressed by another member of the staff you have an obligation, out of common courtesy, to respond. And if you wish to keep this job I would advise that you try to stay away from behavior that would be taken as insubordinate. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Riff barely heard the word. In fact he would not known that she had spoken at all if he had not watched her face while he was talking to her.
She was very pretty, nay gorgeous, once one got over the shock of her pale skin, white hair and red eyes. Had she not been an albino she would have most likely have been engaged to a noble, despite her lack of pedigree, for that could always be falsified, but beauty such as hers couldn't.
They entered the room, and Riff was taken aback to see Master Cain with his sister. She was reading to him. They looked so serene and Master Cain looked so happy he hated to disturb them. But duty called. Riff cleared his throat to call attention to the rooms most recent arrivals. The two siblings looked up, they're expressions mirroring each others. Merriwhether broke out into a sunny smile when she saw who was with Riff. She leapt up and nearly flung herself at the girl. Riff had to admit that he was a bit taken aback. Never had he seen Merriwhether been so taken with someone in so short a period of time.
"Maeve you're here!" She exclaimed throwing her arms about the slender waist of the maid. Maeve simply smiled at her. "I couldn't wait until you got here. Brother said that you may take to the park today since it's dry now."
"Then you must go put on your play clothes and your coat if we are to leave. I must talk to your brother for a moment, all right?" Without another word she scurried out the room to get herself ready. The three occupants left in the room couldn't help but inwardly as they watched Merriwhethers' zealousness.
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Half an hour later Merriwhether and Maeve arrived at the park.
"There's a very small crowd here today." Merriwhether remarked.
"Extremely small for this time of year." Maeve murmured, more to herself than to Merriwhether. Merriwhether, never the patient one, ran toward the lake where children would sail their boats while Maeve got the picnic basket out of the carriage and told the driver when to pick them up and where. In the midst of her instruction she was interrupted by a horrified shriek. She ran to where Merriwhether was, for that was where the shriek came from. Merriwhether looked at her his shocked eyes as she pointed with a shaky hand to something in the lake. Maeve covered her mouth to hold back a scream.
In the lake floated a body in pristine condition except the wound on her neck. And the fact that her entire heart was neatly taken out, leaving a gaping whole and blood around the opening. Her china blue eyes were open in a vacant look of horror.
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Yay... part two done! But that just means that I have more work to do to upload chapter three. Don't know how long this will turn out. Having fun killing people off though. I scared my class mates cause I drew I picture of hoe Felicity looked, floating in the water. They think I should be committed.... ah well, some days just aren't worth chewing through the restrains. Please review, thanks!
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"In a dark, dark house," sang a voice from the shadows.
Felicity turned as she heard the voice. It sounded like a child. She turned towards the ally, hesitating slightly. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called softly, after all a lady didn't raise her voice in such an unbecoming manner as to yell.
"There was a dark, dark hall." the voice continued. There was a rustling of clothing as the owner of the voice moved to a place even farther down the ally. Felicity gulped slightly. While her maternal instincts were telling her to find the poor child, she was wary of dark places.
"Stop Felicity," She scolded herself, "It's broad daylight and clear skies, nothing is waiting to get you." She steeled herself and began to follow the voice as it continued it's morose song.
"Down the dark, dark hall,"
"Child? Please come out dear, I won't hurt you." She called, her china blue eyes squinting as she tried to peer ahead to try and catch a glimpse of whatever she was following.
"There was a dark, dark room."
She nearly tripped over a cobble stone as she continued.
"In the dark, dark room,"
She heard another rustle. She looked into a corner that was concealed by shadows. Another rustle, this one much closer. She whirled around and gasped as her eyes fell upon the figure in front of her. "Oh! You startled me. Why you're not...." She trailed off, paling as she saw what the figure held. "What...are... you..." She started moving backwards, fear etched into every feature. Before she got very far she tripped, over another cobble stone. "Damn this city!" she thought, scrambling to get up and flee.
The figure bestowed a very eerie smile on her.
"Why?"
"Can I have your heart? I need a lot of hearts, because St. Valentines Day is coming, and I can't be without hearts."
"Please. Please don't...."
"Please, please, please....." the figured mocked. "You chose your fate the moment you called out to me!" the figure laughed gleefully. "Now accept your fate!"
"Please...." Felicity pleaded again, knowing that it was to no avail. One could not expect mercy from one with eyes like that. Eyes like a demons.
The figure raised it's hand with the blade. Felicity didn't even have the chance to scream before it plunged into her neck.
"There was me..." ~~~~~~~
Cain studied Riffs face for a reaction as he quietly lowered himself down from his tiptoes. Riff seemed simply shocked, but not horrified or disgusted in the least, or not yet that is. Riffs cheeks were graced by a slight blush and that was all the reaction that Cain got out of his stoic butler. It was all the reaction he needed. Riff cared for him, it was obvious to one who knew him as well as Cain knew him.
"Would you like your tea sir?"
"Yes, thank you Riff."
"Sugar sir?"
"No thank you."
Riff smiled softly as he poured the tea for Master Cain, albeit without the usual steady hand. He was shocked to say the least, but it was a pleasant sort of shock. And after living with Master Cain all this time, one gets used to surprises. This one, at least was a pleasant surprise, unlike many of them. He bowed to his master, picked up the tray, and left the room.
As soon as he was out of the room and a few feet away he dropped his stoic mask as a broad smile crept across his face. Cain cared for him, for that was the only reason behind that chaste kiss. Cain would not have jeopardized the relationship they had if he was simply looking for a new play thing, and wouldn't have been so hesitant. That simple kiss meant that Cain wanted to see his reaction to such attentions. Just then a maid came in search of him, shaking him from his reverie.
"Mas' er Riff?" The timid girl asked in her broad Yorkshire accent. He turned to the girl, Fauna was her name.
"Yes, Fauna."
The redhead blushed, making her look red all over. "Ye' remember me? Well, Miss Allie sent me t' find ye' for the Missus' new maid jus' arrived." She curtsied in an awkward and clumsy manner and scurried away. She wasn't a bad maid, just incredibly shy, especially in front of men. With her fellow maids, she was one of the most efficient of them all.
"Thank you Fauna." Riff called after, knowing she heard him but wouldn't answer. He made his way quickly to the kitchen where Allie was no doubt holding the new maid hostage until Riff came and verified who she was. That was how it was anytime a new servant came, ever since the incident with Dr. Disraeli.
He entered the kitchen and was immediately subjugated to Allies' glare.
"Mr. Riff, the girl wont say a thing! She wont anser any of my questions! Such insubordination can not be tolerated in this household!" Allie ranted. Riff held up his hands to appease her.
"Don't worry I will have a talk with Miss Darnay as soon as possible." He said in a low voice.
Allie shot a glance to the girl in question. "She is so .... creepy looking.... like a corpse." She whispered.
Riff couldn't say he disagreed with her on that point, but albinos were rare and were often kept locked away out of site from the world. It was because she was an albino that Merriwhether had been so utterly fascinated by her, when they met, Miss Darnay selling sweats on the street corner. When they stopped by her to get something for Merriwhether they noticed how her basket was full and people would shoot her sidelong glances tainted with fear or stare in outright disgust. That was the price of being different and common.
"Miss Maeve Darnay?" He asked turning towards the girl, who was just barely sixteen.
She turned her unnerving red gaze upon him. "Yes?" her voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Would you please come this way?" She followed his gesture without a sound. They walked along in silence, as Riff took her up to Merriwhethers' quarters. In the dark house she stood out in stark contrast to her gloomy surroundings. Riff felt like he was traveling with a ghost rather than a person. He paused outside Merriwhethers' door. "Just a moment Miss Darnay. When you are addressed by another member of the staff you have an obligation, out of common courtesy, to respond. And if you wish to keep this job I would advise that you try to stay away from behavior that would be taken as insubordinate. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Riff barely heard the word. In fact he would not known that she had spoken at all if he had not watched her face while he was talking to her.
She was very pretty, nay gorgeous, once one got over the shock of her pale skin, white hair and red eyes. Had she not been an albino she would have most likely have been engaged to a noble, despite her lack of pedigree, for that could always be falsified, but beauty such as hers couldn't.
They entered the room, and Riff was taken aback to see Master Cain with his sister. She was reading to him. They looked so serene and Master Cain looked so happy he hated to disturb them. But duty called. Riff cleared his throat to call attention to the rooms most recent arrivals. The two siblings looked up, they're expressions mirroring each others. Merriwhether broke out into a sunny smile when she saw who was with Riff. She leapt up and nearly flung herself at the girl. Riff had to admit that he was a bit taken aback. Never had he seen Merriwhether been so taken with someone in so short a period of time.
"Maeve you're here!" She exclaimed throwing her arms about the slender waist of the maid. Maeve simply smiled at her. "I couldn't wait until you got here. Brother said that you may take to the park today since it's dry now."
"Then you must go put on your play clothes and your coat if we are to leave. I must talk to your brother for a moment, all right?" Without another word she scurried out the room to get herself ready. The three occupants left in the room couldn't help but inwardly as they watched Merriwhethers' zealousness.
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Half an hour later Merriwhether and Maeve arrived at the park.
"There's a very small crowd here today." Merriwhether remarked.
"Extremely small for this time of year." Maeve murmured, more to herself than to Merriwhether. Merriwhether, never the patient one, ran toward the lake where children would sail their boats while Maeve got the picnic basket out of the carriage and told the driver when to pick them up and where. In the midst of her instruction she was interrupted by a horrified shriek. She ran to where Merriwhether was, for that was where the shriek came from. Merriwhether looked at her his shocked eyes as she pointed with a shaky hand to something in the lake. Maeve covered her mouth to hold back a scream.
In the lake floated a body in pristine condition except the wound on her neck. And the fact that her entire heart was neatly taken out, leaving a gaping whole and blood around the opening. Her china blue eyes were open in a vacant look of horror.
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Yay... part two done! But that just means that I have more work to do to upload chapter three. Don't know how long this will turn out. Having fun killing people off though. I scared my class mates cause I drew I picture of hoe Felicity looked, floating in the water. They think I should be committed.... ah well, some days just aren't worth chewing through the restrains. Please review, thanks!