Disclaimer: Chapter 1
AN- Shout outs and thank you s to Nirithil, Dastardly Snail, wiccan-gal, and discompobilated. All of you rock!
He had been wandering the corridors when he spotted Wendy and Ruth walking his way. He hid in the shadows, and waited until they passed. Then he followed them.
Wendy showed Ruth all
of the rooms in the house, including the glorious music room. Ruth
went nuts over the beautiful harp that was placed near the end of the
room, and even gave Wendy and him a small concert. She didn't know
at that time that he was in the room, but he was.
He had found
secret corridors when he was first cursed, and they became his
domains. If he wanted to avoid the servants, all he would travel the
corridors until he got to his destination.
Maybe I'll revel myself tonight at dinner. He said to himself.
He watched as Ruth's hands flitted over the stringed instrument. Her face was glowing with rapture and she swayed slightly. She loves music, like me. He thought absentmindedly.
He raised his own paws in the darkness, and stared at them.
The wicked, curved claws gleamed back at him. The padded palm was rough to the touch. And the back was brownish black fur.
"That was beautiful Ruth. Where did ya learn how ta play that?" Wendy asked, bringing him back from painful memories.
"Grandma taught me when I was little. I haven't played in years. That wasn't as good as I used to be." Ruth modestly said.
"It was still beautiful. Would you like ta head onta the next room?"
"Yes," Ruth answered, obediently following Wendy.
Yes, tonight will do. The master thought, turning and heading down another passageway.