AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
After four hours in the car, they arrived to the destination. It was a gorgeous mansion that resided on a grassy hill. The whole place looked like it came out of a magazine.
There was a gorgeous, tree lined drive way that lead to the house, which was in an open clearing. Even standing at an angle, she could still not see the house's end. Every type of species of trees cradled the house. She knew that once you hit those woods, you'd be lost. It was probably another reason why the house called to her so.
The mansion looked at least three stories tall, or the house just had really big ceilings. There was countless chimneys and windows. Balconies protruded from some of the windows. The outside was, what looked like, vintage brick. Cast iron rails and other ornaments accessorized against the ivy that grew around it.
Spike ushered her to a door that looked about three times the size of a normal one.
"Is it yours?" she asked as she fingered the antique door knocker in the shape of a goblin that was hanging on the door.
Spike fiddled with the keys until he finally found the right one. He unlocked the door and pushed her inside.
"Yes, inherited it from me mum's side," he spoke with a deep English accent. She hadn't noticed it before, but he was English.
"It's... too gorgeous," Dawn commented, breathless as she looked upon the inside.
The floor looked like marble, shining against the moon that was gleaming through all the windows. The entryway was humungous and fancied double stair cases that met on the second floor. The stairs were made from a deep mahogany which complimented against the red tapestries that laid against each step as a cushion. If she glanced hard, she could see a grand portrait of a woman at the top of the stairs. She had long, curly black hair that reached to her bosom that was clothed in a silky, cocktail dress. Her bright blue eyes looked kind and so was her smile that showed most of her teeth and two dimples that laid on either side.
"That your mother?" she asked with complete amazement.
Spike nodded. Eyeing the picture and then at her kidnapper, she shrugged.
"You have her eyes."
Spike ignored the girl's words as he pointed to the right.
"Kitchen is in there. Study and parlor the other way. Upstairs there is eight rooms. Four on the right wing and four on the left. On each wing there is one bathroom. All the rooms on the left wing, even on this floor, is off limits."
She fallowed him upstairs and to the right.
"I'll be on the left wing. Don't bother me. If you run, you'll get lost or die before you get anywhere. There isn't any other person besides me within forty miles. So don't even think about leaving."
He stopped her in front of another large door.
"This is your room. Don't explore any of the others. You can only leave for using the bathroom and eating meals which will be served downstairs in the kitchen. I'll fetch you so you can make the date."
Spike opened the door and the room shocked her.
"Like I said don't bother me or do anything stupid. I'll wake you for breakfast."
He left without another word, leaving Dawn to the wonders of the most beautiful bedroom she'd ever seen.
The room was decorated in rich browns, reds, and yellows. The floors were wooden and, again, mahogany, keeping within the pattern of the house. The walls were almost a golden brown that glowed when she lit the candles around the room. The bed was in the middle of the room and she was surprised if she could even get on it. It sat up rather high and looked as if it could fit four adults comfortably. The beddings were done in a deep red and accented in gold. The sheets were soft to the touch. Across from the bed was a grand fire place with real firewood. The mantle held melted candles and some dried flowers. There was also a wooden dresser and vanity on one side of the room. The other side held a large window that looked out over the back yard which was basically trees and mountains. Two red, winged back chairs faced towards each other finished the nook overlooking the woods.
Remembering what Spike said, she decided she should get some sleep. Dawn emptied out her purse and laid the contents on the dresser in nice piles. She stripped down into just her large shirt and underwear and slipped in bed.
It only took seconds as the soft mattress contorted to her like a second skin before she fell into a uniquely dreamless and restful sleep.
I'm just setting the atmosphere in this chapter. Eh. R&R.
