(Third Person Limited Sierra's POV)

The bored girl gazed at the slowly setting sun. The sky was a variety of different colors, red, pink, orange, yellow, purple, and blue. It was beautiful the way the clouds rested in the in the blending bed of colors and absorbed them as well, giving them a cotton-candy appearance. A couple lone birds glided in the sky above the forest trees, making the whole scene look at though it was a dazzling painting.

A monotone male's voice took her away from her admiration abruptly.

"Hm?" Sierra hummed, not hearing the voice of the boy carrying her the first time.

"I said we're almost there," Jeff repeated.

"Oh," Sierra mumbled, a foreboding feeling taking over her. Her kidnapper had been giving her a piggy-back ride almost the whole time since they had left the shack. Sierra gazed forward and squinted her eyes as she looked among the trees. They seemed to be getting darker, and thinner as well. The trees were growing tall in this part of the forest (which they had never left), reaching up to at least the same height as a three-story building.

'There is no way I'll be able to run away from wherever we are going,' Sierra thought as it felt as though someone was squeezing her heart, 'I'll be lucky if any search dogs ever find our scent and track us. Even then, it will take days for them to find me, if not weeks. We've been traveling for half a day and who know how far away from home that shack was. I'm never escaping…'

Sierra held in a choked sob at the realization. She felt herself cling to her capturer as the feeling of falling off the edge of the world settled into her. No, this couldn't be it. She wouldn't end up one of those 'missing persons' that were never found, and then ten years later their dead body shows up in the local woods. No. She wouldn't be one of those lost cause cases who were forgotten over time in the back of a filing cabinet.

"You okay back there," his voice called to her.

Sierra froze as she clung to the murderer.

'No. No, I'm not. But that doesn't matter. You're going to have your way with me no matter how I am. Stop toying with my mind.'

"Fine," she spoke through gritted teeth.

Sierra was grateful for the silence that followed as they continued through the forest. It felt as though all hope was seeping out of her as quickly as the sun was setting, casting darkness over the forest. Only slivers of light shone through the trees, allowing her to just barely see the difference in tree color up ahead.

Sierra focused on the darker shade of trees and soon realized that she was not looking at trees. She was looking at dark grayish-black wood-shingle paneling. Soon the paneling turned into a large wall dark wall with what appeared as dirt-encrusted dark windows. The closer Jeff carried her to the wall, the more Sierra was able to make out the structure. It formed into the side of a very large mansion. The roof was competing with the trees for who was the tallest, normally that wouldn't be strange but for trees that were at least four-five floors tall, it was. Dark windows that revealed nothing of the inside building. They closer they got to the massive house, the smaller Sierra felt. Soon, it was no longer a house. It was a giant, dark, rectangular mansion.

Jeff circled around the house and got to the large front, dark wood double doors. Total darkness had fallen over the surrounding area. Sierra's eyes widened as she slowly slid down Jeff's back and allowed her good foot touch the ground. Resentfully though, Sierra kept one hand on Jeff's shoulder for support, not wanting to touch her foot to the ground in case her ankle began to hurt worse, it currently was throbbing with pain.

Terror surged through the injured girl as she stared at the giant house.

'This is it. This is where I am going to die.'

"Are you going in," Jeff's voice questioned.

Sierra took her eyes away from observing the house and to Jeff, his face was once again emotionless and calm.

'Do I have a choice?'

Sierra shuddered as she walked through the door Jeff had been holding open for her, and into the dark entry way. She jumped when she heard the door shut behind her. Above her was an elegant candle chandelier, which was not lit. It looked as though it hadn't been used in years, with cobwebs and spiders finding home among the dusty metal. The tall walls that formed the square room were a dark blue wall paper with intricate black designs. Multiple dark and morbid paintings, seemingly centuries old, hung from small hooks on the walls. A few yards in front of her was a thick oak staircase with a winding railing as it led up to a second floor hallway, leading to the right or the left. Next to the stair case on the first floor was a long hallway where no light could be seen. On the right and left walls of the square entry way walls, were two tall, round arches leading into two other rooms. The floor was a dark walnut montréal wood floor stretched into both of these rooms.

Sierra grudgingly held onto Jeff's shoulder for support as she hopped forward in order to see into the rooms. First, Sierra looked through the arch on the right and saw an equally elegant living room. The walls of the great room were a dark green wall paper with black designs on it, similar to that of the entry room. A dark-velvet red-brown love seat resided in front of the archway, in front of that was a flat screen TV on a TV stand. Multiple game consoles littered the ground in front of the TV. Matching sitting chairs and recliners could be found placed appropriately around the room. Lining the wall space to each side of the TV were large book shelved, over-filled with neatly-placed books. Large dusty windows that lined from floor to ceiling with droopy fabric dark-blue drapes hung at the sides of the windows on the right wall of the room. On the inner wall of the room, to the left of the entry arch, was a magnificent fireplace. Sierra gaped at the room that breath-taking room. It was elegant, all the furniture clearly antiques, yet accommodating with such a TV and game consoles and seemingly unused lamps on coffee-tables.

"This way," Jeff stated as he led her into the room to the left of the opening entryway.

Sierra followed her kidnapper into an equally astonishing dining room. The first thing the awed girl noticed was the long antique mahogany dining table that stretched from the arch to the opposite wall that resided about thirty feet away. The gorgeous table ran parallel to the outer wall which had the same identical windows and drapes as the living room had. The matching chairs that ran along both sides of the table had dark forest-green velvet padding for the seat and a spot for the upper back. The walls of the great dining room were similar to that of a dark forest, the wall paper design leading her to believe for a moment that the room was truly outside.

Jeff led her farther into the room and pulled out a chair for her.

"Wait here," the serious teen spoke and then left without another word the moment Sierra had sat down.

Sierra's heart raced against her thoughts, causing each to increase in speed and chaos every second. In an attempt to distract herself, Sierra continued to observe the grand room. The inner wall opposite the windows had two doors, one in the center of the wall and one at the very end. In the corner of the room by the entry arch was a large dog bed that looked as though it had been chewed thoroughly by a bear. One silver bowl filled with water sat next to the bed, an identical silver bowl next to that one. Except the second silver bowl, instead of water, had obvious blood lumps on it.

Sierra brought her hand up to her mouth and forced herself to swallow the acidic juices that had come up the back of her throat.

'Oh god… they're going to feed me to their dog…'

Sierra's eyes darted to the two door and then to the large dusty windows. She couldn't see a thing through them, or maybe it was simply too dark outside for her to make out anything.

'I have to get out of here. If I'm fast, I might be able to get far enough into the woods for them to lose me.' Sierra thought this through for a moment with hope then tried her hardest to prevent the tears from falling. 'I can't lie to myself! There are probably fifty guys in this house that would track me down. And if they have a monster dog, I don't have a chance of losing them unless I find a river. It's hopeless. I'm going to die here. I'm going to be-'

Her thoughts were scared interrupted however, as two occupants appeared at the entry-way arch of the room. Sierra recognized the familiar ever-smiling-scared face of her parent's murderer, but the other face-or lack of face was what caused her to scream out.

"Told you she had awesome banshee skills. Pay up," Sierra heard the familiar cocky voice command.

Sierra bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from making any more of the screams she so desperately wanted to let free. She watched as the faceless man reached into his black-suit pants pocket and pulled out a couple of green bills, handing them to Jeff. Jeff grinned as he counted the money.

"You certainly surprised me Jeff. I wouldn't have thought you to have taken an interest in such a girl."

Sierra froze in her hyperventilating as she heard the deep, elegant, velvety, man's voice echo in a corner of her mind she didn't know could be intruded upon.

Sierra watched in frightened astonishment as Jeff chuckled and grinned up at the abnormally tall faceless man that stood next to him.

"She's not bad actually. She's just scared right now," Jeff stated the last part with a frown in her direction.

Sierra's eyes passed back and forth between the two. Clearly they were friends. Sierra had been (and still partially was) of the physical appearance of her kidnapper, it was not every day you saw someone with bleach-white skin and a permanent scared smile. But the man that stood next to him, didn't even resemble being human. The man was tall, at least twice as tall as the tallest man she had ever seen. He was thin, like many of the thin trees she had passed on her way to the mansion. His skin was a smooth white, which was surprisingly only slightly grey. His pale skin caused the fashionable black suit he wore to stand out significantly. The dark shadows of the room seemed to cling to him as he stood there as well, making it seem as though he was fading in and out of the darkness even though Sierra knew he was clearly standing there. In addition to all that though, he was faceless. The man had no nose, no mouth, and nose eyes. Instead he had slight indentations where eyes and a mouth would be that were a slightly darker shade of grey than his white-grey skin.

"As all tend to be of us. You would have benefited more from becoming involved with one of our own Jeffery."

'Is…is he talking… in my… mind? Can… can he read my mind?' Sierra thought, but before she had any more time to discover the answer to her fear, she bit her lip in even more fear.

"I thought I told you. Never. To call me that," Jeff growled. He leered at the tall, faceless man with a malicious bite. In Jeff's dominant hand, he held a familiar large butcher knife that Sierra recognized as the blade that killed her parents.

The tall man walked farther into the room, slowly striding over to Sierra. He paid no mind to the growl Jeff let out as a response, nor the way Sierra squeaked and squirmed in her designated seat. The man stood directly in front of her, and whether he was standing over her in dominating pose or not, Sierra felt instantly threatened by the sheer height of the man above her.

"Jeff told me that you had injured your ankle on your trip here. May I have a look at it?"

Sierra felt compelled to listen to the deep, soft voice in her head that she had identified must belong to him. Whether out of fear, or out of being mentally forced, Sierra slowly brought her injured leg up, being careful not to move her ankle. Sierra jumped in her seat as the long, thin arm from his side that she hadn't noticed before, came forward and a long, bony hand cupped around her calf and lifted it higher into the air. Fear continued to surge through Sierra with every pulse of her blood as though it was a drug multiplying in her body. The tall man leaned down over her leg, but not from the waist like a normal person would. The man's back arched and curved in an unnatural way, giving the appearance of a heavy branch bowing down from a tree. Finally, his back stopped arching down when his head came about a foot above the horrified girl's ankle. It seemed to examine the ankle for an extended period of silence before she heard the voice speak in her head again.

"I would like you to rotate your foot please."

Sierra wanted to protest, to say that it would cause her too much pain, but she couldn't. The elegant voice was too soft, too gentle, and too dominant, for there to be any questions or qualms about his demand. And no, it was not a question if she would or would not rotate her foot, it was clearly a demand.

"YyyaaaAAAHHHhmmmmm," Sierra winced out in a muffled screech as she continued to bite down on her lip. She was not aware of when she had squeezed her eyes shut, thrown her head back, or when the liquid seeped from her eyes and down her cheeks. But when she finally felt the intense pain fade to an intense throb, she realized all these things.

"Her ankle is indeed broken Jeff. It will take time to heal, regardless of what I do," Sierra heard the voice say in her head as the faceless man pulled out another chair with his free hand and gently placed her calf on the chair.

She clearly heard spite in Jeff's reply, "I TOLD you that. You didn't have to go and make it worse by making her move it!"

"I had to fully analyze it, to make sure my presumptions about what parts of her ankle that were damaged were accurate. It was not out of negative intent."

Sierra watched Jeff stomp over to her and stand between her and the now straight-up standing man.

'Is he… Is he trying to defend me? Protect me? Or… Or is he just possessive over me?'

"Before you make things any worse than you have, tell me how you plan on fixing her."

The moment Sierra heard Jeff finish his hostile growl, and the world swirled into darkness.

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A/N

I probably typed the words "tall", "elegant", and "dark" at least six times each. If anyone wants to actually count how many times I typed each and point out my lack of synonyms for these three words, be my guess, I was having trouble. Lol. To be honest, I was having really annoying writer's block for this chapter. I knew what I wanted to happen and where I wanted to go with it, but I couldn't seem to type it correctly. So if this chapter is poor comparatively, I apologize for that.

The description of the Creepy Pasta Mansion is the same description I've used in all my past Creepy Pasta fanfictions. This is the only story though where I have the most details about the rooms though. I plan on eventually creating the mansion in the sims and then posting pictures of it on my devientart, but that is a long... eventual… accomplishment.

I have read the creepy pasta stories for each of the characters, and to be honest I have found many flaws in them. With the character's personalities and behavior, I am trying to stay close to what is hinted at and what would be appropriate given real life and the given situations. They may be a bit ooc-ish. Let me know if you dislike or like my versions of the creepy pasta characters (so far and to come) and if you have any requests on their personalities or behaviors.

Until next time, stay gold readers, stay gold.