An: Yea I forgot to say this in my last chapter, but this story is based off mostly Kay's book, which you'll soon find out in this chapter. Anyways, sorry for grammar (my lazy self) and yea enjoy.

Chapter 2

Slowly walking up the steps, my eyes became glued to the front door as if getting to it was my only goal. Stepping on to the balcony I stopped and looked more closely at the building in front of me. It was magnificent! After getting closer to it I could see more of the detail and shape of the house. Its design was something Id never seen before. The perfect curved shapes and the smallest details set inside the stone and outer walls of the house would have made the grandest looking buildings look ordinary. The whole structure of the outer walls and layers seemed to create a story of their own with beautiful designs that where etched inside of the thick stone. Statues of angels and demonic figures stood on top of balconies and roofs and even the smooth surface of the stone that seemed to keep the house intact was perfectly shaped. The house was nothing like the Martique's plain looking one. Never before had I seen such fine Architecture.

Even though the beauty of this house struck me, it did nothing to calm my nerves for what I had to do next. Remembering the childish dare Ellis had bestowed upon me, I crept closer to the door in front of me. A lantern hung above the door, but it was not lit, reassuring me that the house was most certainly abandoned and that there was nothing to be afraid of. Still, I did what I had to and calmly walked a little closer to the door. I had soon begun to notice that I was shaking and my heartbeat was still beating fast in my chest.

Oh my dear sweet Christine you're a little coward. It's just a house! Ellis was right once again. This was absurd! Maybe I was too much of a coward.

Shaking my head and telling myself to just suck it up and get it over with I put my hand up to the door and knocked hastily.

No one answered. I sighed with relief and smiled, once more shaking my head for acting so ridiculous and getting scared over nothing. I went to turn around when suddenly I thought I heard a noise come from somewhere behind me. Turning all the way I looked around me, but saw nothing. I could not place the sound of what I had heard and thought it must have been the wind, but once again I heard it. It sounded like a cry, but not any ordinary cry, something else…what was it? A monster? Or someone in trouble? I couldn't tell the difference. It was too faint.

A chill ran down my spine and I backed slowly toward the front door. There it was again, the sound. This time it was louder. Maybe it was just some forest animal, but I still could not tell. I thought I had heard something else as well, something different from the first sound. It sounded like a creaking noise. But I was to befuddled to look around anymore and instead I backed up even more near the front door. Beginning to have my back against the door, before I could place all my weight against it, it suddenly threw open and, with a load shriek, I went falling backwards crashing to the ground.

I then finally understood where that creaking noise had come from. The door had opened on its own. I laid there on the ground for a minute, and then began to push myself up. But before I could even sit all the way up I once again heard the noise from before, that crying sound. It was even louder now and closer. I laid there frozen. My breathing became very quick and once again I was shaking.

" Who…whose there?" I stammered. No one answered. Then once again I heard the crying noise, but this time I could here it more clearly. I gave a confused look. It wasn't a cry…it sounded more like a…

The creature ascended the front steps and stopped right in front of me. I breathed a sigh of relief. The monster or person I had thought it to be was nothing more then a mere cat! The cries were not cries of a person, but the meowing of this small, petite creature.

The cat walked slowly towards me. I sat up and stretched out my hand towards it. It sniffed my fingertips lightly and then it rubbed its head and face against my hand. Its fur was smooth and well groomed, but what fascinated me was that it looked to be a pure Siamese cat. I had never seen one before, but knew they were bred mostly in the east coast and were very rare in Paris. Even though the breed of the animal was stunning and beautiful, I still couldn't understand what a cat like this could be doing around here. Standing up I finally noticed that I was not outside anymore, but inside the house. I turned around to see where I had entered.

The inside of the house was even better looking then the outside. I looked around at the main hall, to which I entered, in awe. It was beautiful. I felt like I had just stepped into a small palace. It reminded me of the beautiful Opera houses that were built in Paris. Stepping forward, my eyes wondered everywhere. The cat from before began to rub its body against the fabric of my dress, purring heavily. Once again I heard a creaking sound behind me and when I looked, I saw the front door close on its own. I looked closer at the wall beside the door and noticed a system of pulleys and ropes that seemed to be connected to the door some how.

So that's what's making everything open and close on its own! But how can they know when to open and close?

I decided to forget about the doors and gates for now and focused my attention more on the place to which I had just entered. Walking more into the great hall I looked all around curiously. In front of me was a large staircase, which led to upstairs balconies on each side of me. There were doors on each side in the first and second floors and pieces of furniture and statues were placed on the sides of the walls under the balconies. Below me was a long burgundy carpet and marble floors. Looking up, a small chandelier hung from a light golden ceiling.

In that moment I finally realized that someone was definitely living here. Not only was the whole hall lit with candles, including the chandelier, but also everything was clean and well placed. There were no cobwebs or dust to be seen. In fact everything was glimmering.

This scared me a little. If it were abandoned there'd be no harm in entering this place. But with having someone live here meant that I was entering without permission. How would the person react when he or she found me inside without them knowing? Thinking about this made me feel uneasy and I began to turn around to leave. But then something made me stop. I stood there for a minute and closed my eyes. Was I hearing right or was it just my imagination? I thought I could hear music.

It was faint, but I was sure I wasn't imagining it. Someone inside the house was playing music. This made me listen intently to confirm that I was truly hearing right. Yes, I was right, someone was playing music. They were playing the piano.

The music lured me to it and soon I found myself walking towards it. But where was it coming from? The feeling of uneasiness faded from me and my curiosity took control. The Siamese cat began to circle my legs and follow me down the main hall to the staircase. I walked up the staircase and went down the hall to the right.

For more then fifteen minutes I walked down corridors and halls and soon found myself lost. They all looked different but there were so many passage ways that I couldn't remember if I went down them before. The halls where either painted burgundy or dark blue and each one had something new in it like different paintings or furniture. The bigger halls had many doors in them making it harder for me to find my way around. But I still continued to search for where this mysterious music was coming from. I could hear it better then before so I knew I was close. The music I heard now was not like anything I heard before. Whoever was playing now were more then just a skilled pianist; he or she was a magician of music. The music seemed to take control of me. I was like a zombie, walking without thought or feeling. But I was definitely feeling something. Something I couldn't explain. The music seemed to rush through me like an invisible wind. Each note and rhythm was in perfect timing.

I turned a corner and found myself in a different hall. This one was different from any other halls I went through. It was painted dark gray and there was nothing on the walls except for candles and there was only one door, which was at the end of the hallway. The music was getting closer. The cat that had been following me rushed off down another hall and out of sight. I walked slowly down the corridor, to the large double door. My pace quickened a little, as I knew now that the music was coming from the other side of that door. I came to the door and I carefully opened it, hoping it wouldn't creak and disrupt the music. Past the door, I came upon some stairs. I began walking carefully down them. This time the walls were made of large stone instead of wood and the candleholders were bigger then the ones in the other halls. The candles in the candleholders flickered wildly and my heart began to beat fast once again. The music grew louder.

The stairs turned and began to spiral downwards. In front, about 10 more steps down, was a stair platform. I stepped down on the platform and just as I was about to descend another pair of stairs, something happened that took me by great surprise. I fell through the stairs! Right before taking my next step to go down the second pair of stairs, I fell through a hole or door of some sort beneath the platform and landed on my back with a loud bang. My body shook and my shoulder and my left arm hurt badly. The fall had caused me to bruise my shoulder and sprain my arm. The pain shot through my body like shots of electricity. I moaned and tried to stand up, but it was no use. I collapsed on the ground not knowing where I was. I felt something sticky and warm drip down the side of my arm and temple. Blood.

I became nauseous and thought I was going to throw up. Tears of pain streamed down my face. Forgetting all about the music I was trying to find, I lifted my head to see where I had fallen. The fear I had now over came my pain. The place I had ended up was confusing and at first I thought that maybe I was in a dream, or rather a nightmare. It wasn't a room, but more of a chamber. A chamber full of mirrors.

A circular chamber surrounded me with its walls made up of mirrors. There was nothing else. I then knew what I had fallen in to. It was a trap. I couldn't understand how there could be such a place in such a magnificent house. I never thought there could be.

I must have fainted from the fall...this was just a dream- a nightmare. At least it felt like one. I couldn't focus right and the mirror's images began to confuse me. I could see dozens of myself and I felt like I was in the middle of an endless prairie. I also began to notice that it was insanely hot. The heat made me dizzy and disoriented and without thinking I began to tear apart the bottom of my dress to where it showed parts my legs and I pulled off my sleeves to reveal the pale skin of my arms. I tried to untie my corset, but I was then too weak. I laid on my side and crawled into ball, shaking madly. I wanted to scream, to call for help, but I couldn't. I was too weak. I told myself that I would soon wake up from this nightmare and be back in the Martiques house, in my bed. Thinking this, I tried to close my eyes. Wake up! Wake up! It's only a dream! But nothing happened. The heat became unbearable. Beads of sweat dripped down parts of my body. I forced myself to sit up from where I was laying and began to hit the glass mirrors with the sides of my fists. I was in this chamber for a mere 10 minutes or so, but it felt like an eternity. I stopped pounding on the mirrors and lay my head against the hot glass. I began to loose my breath and felt myself slowly slip away.

As if it couldn't have been any worse, one of the mirrors seemed to open up and a figure stepped into the chamber. It was a man dressed in all black and wearing a white mask. Death was the first thing that came to mind. I was so frightened, but I didn't move. He stared down at me and I couldn't help but stare back at him. I didn't scream or struggle when he slowly came closer to me, but I merely gazed up at him, the fear and pain showing in my eyes. I began to shake even more. This was it. Death had come to claim is prize. I felt like I was caught in a web where I was the prey and this masked stranger was the deadly spider.

But instead of taking me and ending my life, as I thought he would, he knelt beside me with a slow calmness and grace. As I looked up into his eyes, instead of seeing the eyes of death I saw the eyes of an angel. An angel come to save me. There was not only pain in his eyes, but untimely guilt and despair. There was also something else, something I couldn't place. Surprise? Shock? I could not tell. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Tears still began to stream down my face, but they weren't because of the pain anymore.

He lifted up his hand towards my face, but before I could respond to his action, everything became blurry around me and I found myself drift into darkness…

AN: I hope this wasn't too confusing. For some reason I feel like it might be, I don't know why, but yea if anything is, just tell me and I'll try to correct it. Otherwise maybe it's just my first serious fic nervousness or something like that…. anyways to those who have so far: Thanks for the reviews!