We stepped into the medium sized square room and spun around to admire the empty space. It was a room with peach colored walls. I favored peach somewhat more then white. There was a white lounge chair in the right corner next to a fireplace. There was a bed with white sheets. I cringed my nose. I had seen enough white in my previous bedroom. To the right of the bed was a brown wardrobe and on the other side was a small table with a lamp on it that occupied most of the space. On that side of the wall was a large window with white drapes that barely contained the sunlight. I gazed back at Erik to read his reaction. He blinked in the sunlight and shielded the glare with the back of his hand. I could tell he wouldn't like the light. I only grinned. I set down the wooden crate that I was carrying and began to open it.
"You better be glad your wife came prepared, unlike you." I said retrieving black drapes from the box. I smirked at the word wife. When I had set them aside I looked back at Erik before swirling out the red velvet blankets I had spent so many unforgettable nights with him in.
"I like the way you look underneath it," I whispered in his ear while holding the blanket next to his skin for show.
Erik draped an end around my hips and pulled me into him. I draped a hand around his neck. I could never get enough of this man. Sometimes it drove me insane. I just want to make love to him until we both die of exhaustion. His taste was so intoxicating I never truly believe I have had my fill. I smiled as we began once again suffocated each other with our passionate kisses.
"What is taking so long?" I demanded harshly. The man underneath the hat just stood there folding his arms not allowing any emotion to escape his voice.
"You failed to tell me she no longer lived within the opera house," He snapped. No worry escaped his frame.
"If I find her ware bouts will you make this quick and quiet?" I asked softly.
"If you give me a raise," The man said grinning. I moaned at his remark.
"I will pay you even more if you find out were she lives." I bargained. I knew how men like this worked. He simply couldn't pass down an opportunity for cold hard cash. The man began to simply laugh. I couldn't help but feel somewhat intimidated by his reaction.
She had taken the one joy I had ever known.
I remember the countless beatings my brothers would give me when I refused to do as they wished. They had allowed me to become a cello player because it made a fair sum of money. After the accident in the opera house Edward had taken my place. That $# Addie had later clamed my seat. Better yet she was a woman. When I had lost my job my brothers forced me to yet again resort to their business. They knew I had better aim with a gun then any of them. I had learned to enjoy the thrill of the whole ordeal. It wasn't long before I disposed of each of my brothers quietly one by one. Now I received an emotional high from bloodshed. I lusted over the spilling of blood. Not only was a filthy rich but I enjoyed my job. I enjoyed disposing of the bodies and finding new ways to kill without making a mess. I still am yet to be caught.
I stared at the young brunette dancer that lay on my bed removing dirt from her nails. Her feet tangled to her side. I had paid her well to give me pleasure numerous nights. She had to be the favorite of all of my whores.
"I saw them last night on a carriage. They had a piano or something in the back," she said peaking at me over her hand.
"Where were they headed?" I asked sitting next to her and throwing my jacket on a chair.
"They went to a house in the country. It was a bigger house then this. Perhaps I should be seeking business with him," she threatened returning to her job of cleaning her nails. I savagely ran a hand down her bare legs to shut her up.
"Give me the address," I demanded pinning her to the bed. She merely held up a hand and turned her cheek from me. I grunted knowing what she wanted and threw some coins at her.
"That's more like it," she said grinning.
After she had told me what the address was I got up to leave but before dismissing turned my head back to where she lay.
"I'm going. I trust you will be naked when I returned," I demanded harshly.
Authors note: This guy is all around bad news. I can't wait to post more. I'm having fun torturing you all (evil laugh)
