Sacrificed During a Violet Moon
Description: Duo's POV, except for beginning part. Duo, ever since he was a little baby, never knew his family. He was left to an orphanage in the city without anything but the clothes he wore and the necklace around his neck, something that speaks of his mysterious and painful past. Yet, when after almost 18 years of his life he has to return back home, he never expected it to be a repetition of things he never remembered in the first place of when he was just a baby, chosen as the sacrifice of the violet moon and a past come back to haunt him.
Pairing's: 1+2/1x2 (if you haven't noticed I abhor 2x1 and you will never see me with anything relating to it, sorry to all those fans who do, my best friend for example), 3+4/possibly 3x4 (I most likely won't, since I believe that their relationship works best if subtle hints are dropped from the sky), 13+6+5/possibly 13x6x5 in future, 13x5 mention in past but 6x5 in past (this has become my most favorite paring next to 1x2). As I am on Fanfiction all MA material will be on my website in livejournal.
Chap 3: Lowe Manor
"Sweat breaking from his temples, Aristophanes ran off at the mouth—made it all up, nightmared it all up on the spur of that moment which has stabbed us ever since: that each of us is a torn half whose lost other we keep seeking across time until we die, or give up—or actually find her:"
"This will be your room. Supper's at 6:00 and our Manor Guide will after that give you a brief tour of the place. You know, so you don't get lost." Wide eyed, I took in the room…what was her name...oh yeah Hilde, brought me to. It was huge! I had my own fireplace and living area as well as a very…large bed adorned with purple and black sheets, hidden away behind billowy lavender drapes. Colossal stain glassed windows reached the ceiling, painting the marble ground in a myriad of colors from the broken glass. A mahogany desk set on the far wall under these windows, and right next to a balcony, which were swathed in deep wine colored gossamer curtains. And here I thought the massive door; at least a hands width thick and tall enough for a giant to fit through was amazing enough. As well as the fun house halls of black stone, mirrors around every turn and gold intricate designs I wouldn't even had the patients to make.
"Wow…" setting down my luggage I circled the place, touching anything and everything I could get my hands on. I really had to wonder why no one wanted to go to this place. Why it was a last resort… Laughing childishly I vaulted upon the big bed, bouncing slightly while I stared at the ceiling. The four poster hid most of it but I could distinctly see from my vantage point near the edge a mesmerizing circular motion, which ended in a large round lavender circle. "Wow…"
"You've said that already." A feminine giggle reverberated around in the vaulted room. Duo sat up and stared at the short haired girl. "I haven't told you my name yet or have I…oh well repeating it wont harm you, it's Hilde, and I'm the maid in charge of this corridor. None of the other girls like it down here, but I do." She stated bravely, puffing out her bosom while tossing back non-existing curls. To bad I wasn't interested; she sure was a cute one. "You know, I've never seen eyes like yours before. They kind of match…um, never mind." I looked at her oddly for a second and dismissed her rambling before she decided to continue.
"They say that this side of the building is haunted, but their just old biddies who can't stop gossiping. Me, I'm the brave one. When they heard that the White wing was full and that management hadn't finished renovating the blue wing, that we had to clean up a violet room, they freaked. It was quite amusing."
"You name your wings by color?" Well that was new. The only time he ever heard that being done was during his English class when they were reading the Phantom of the Red Death, or something like that.
"Yep. The owner was very weird. When he built the place he didn't want some boring old names for each wing he wanted them color coded. The White wing was for the extinguished guests, such as local dukes and earls. That's where Quatre Winner is obviously, such a nice young man though. The Green wing was for the staff such as the maids and stuff, it's smaller, the room sizes and stuff. The Brown wing is also staff, but for the cooks, and grounds keepers cause it's closer to ground level. There quant little places, that's where I live…right in between the two. But anyhoot… There's also the Pink Wing, but there is only one person that ever stays there, and that's Miss Relena. She rented the entire thing. She thinks she's the queen of the entire world. No one likes to stay there any way. It was built for the owner's mistresses and wife. God awful place. Dorothy is in charge of that wing. She's nice, but don't talk to her. She's very…um…closed up." I watched as she took a deep breath and plopped down on the black sofa. She sure did talk a lot. Could even rival me.
"Now, there's also the Blue wing, which was for the master of the house and his son's rooms. Can you imagine two people living in one entire wing? I have seen those rooms a couple of times…there huge. The Black wing was supposedly very marvelous but it was destroyed in a fire, so they kind of mixed the black and purple wing together, which is where you are. They say that the son of the first master of this place was murdered in this wing. That they found his blood covering the halls, but no body was found, except for one piece of evidence." At this part she paused and leaned forward, whispering, "his lover."
Blinking, I also leaned forward, scrambling to the edge of the bed, so I could better hear her. "Yeah…what happened then?"
"Well, don't tell anyone I told you. They like to tell their new guests during the tour of the house, but, downstairs…the basement if you will…" she stood and pointed down, "Is the Red wing. That was where the master did all his, 'illegal' dealings. We're not allowed down there, but I heard from some of the older maids, that the walls are colored like blood, and that there is, when you go down, a large circular room, with patted red walls and shiny red floors…like a lobby of sorts. They said that the room looked like it was 'bathed' in blood. They found the body there in one of the rooms. It was hung, massacred…like a sacrifice. No one can go down there, not even the manager, unless he gets a go ahead from the owner."
I stared at her, eyes, wide… "What happened to the…lover?"
"Oh, he was killed…they thought he did it. Thought him a witch…how ridiculous. But I don't believe that. People say that the son loved…him…very much and that his lover couldn't stay away from his side. These were his rooms, sort of, by the way. Creepy huh?"
"He was, male?" I couldn't believe this… It was such an exhilarating story I completely skipped the part when she said these were the sons lovers rooms…for a moment.
"Yep, from what I heard he was a looker, well the both of them were in any case." She stood up and walked over to another set of doors. "This is your bathroom. I will bring you clean towels every morning and fresh sheets for your bed." She then walked away from the open doors and came back to the bed. "Now, like I said, don't tell them you already know about the room. And don't go down there to the red wing. They make a customer pay a lot more…you know, cash. Sorry to say this but you don't look like you could afford it." With that she stood up and went to the door. "See you in about an hour for dinner."
Stunned, I sat completely still on the edge of the bed. I couldn't believe a place like this could have a story so controversial. Then again, the girl did say the maids gossiped and when one gossips there are always alterations to stories. Exhibit A: Folk Tales and Tall Tales.
"Well, time to explore my rooms." I bounced over to the bathroom, which Hilde had opened before and gapped at the expanse of black, white and lilac décor. On the right was a pale marble counter with a copper sink sunk in the middle and a large glass mirror, ornate and beautifully decorated with gems. I'm sure they were fake. But it sure did look real enough. To my left was a rather expensive looking bath set up on a dais. It was covered in the same gauze around my bed, giving it a look that only one could dream up in a medieval romance novel.
There were candles strewn about the edge of the tub, wax rings settled into the stone. Pictures were placed upon the walls depicting landscapes of wintry mountains and valleys. "Huh. Nice. I can't believe I got this place for what I paid." Back outside I looked through my bag, ready to unpack but not really in a hurry to stuff everything into a drawer. Instead I pulled out a new black button up shirt and shed my old dusty one.
"Alright it is, 5:35. I have time to get to the dinning room…if I can find it…with time to spare." I walked over to the mirror in the bathroom again, in order to fix a few strains that had escaped my braid and then skipped to the door.
I spent at least 10 minutes walking around, trying to find a familiar hallway that would lead me to the dinning room with out luck. I found the Pink wing and the White wing; before making it to the recognizable hallway Hilde had led me down to get to my room. "Geez, where is everyone?" Sighing I ran a hand through my disheveled bangs. I would have to take a bath later and wash away my travels.
"Let's see, I passed the White and Pink hallways." God awful place that Pink Wing. The Master of Lowe Manor must have had very strange mistresses to want an all pink corridor made for them. "So, Hilde took me past these and past the Blue…" I paused, just as I entered the alcove that led to the Blue wing. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a picture of a young man. Possibly 19 or 20 years old. I went over, not sure why, and reached out to touch the strong brow almost covered by lengthy and messy bangs.
"Oh, there you are. I knew you would get lost." I snatched my hand away as if burned by the aged oils and canvas.
"Quatre?" The blonde boy smirked at me in return, eyes narrowing oddly.
"What were you doing?"
"Ah…nothing?" I shrugged and walked away from the painting. Quatre nodded, eyes darting between me and the canvas.
"You like it? That's Sir Heero Shea Hisoka Yuy Lowe. The son of Sir Lowe Sr." Quatre smiled devilishly as he approached the painting. "I'm sure you've already heard something about him already…these maids never stop talking. About his death?" He reached up and also touched the same spot I had previously done. Fingers trailing down the stony face. "They don't know the half of it though. They did indeed find his body in the Red wing, sacrificed while his lover was prosecuted and murdered for it, but what these little ladies failed to tell you was that it all happened on the night of a Violet Moon, and that it was all planned. Intrigues are so much more interesting back in the day."
Things just could not stop getting weirder could they? I came to this town in search of my past and I come and find someone else's. Plus, I thought Quatre and I could become acquainted during my stay, but the dude was kind of freaky. But I never try to judge people on the outside…or in. "Really?"
"Oh don't worry. The Purple wing is perfectly safe. They would never have opened it to you if it wasn't. Plus, you'd have paid more money for the Blue rooms anyhow. So lets just say that the Violet wing comes with a discount." Quatre turned from the painting and came back to my side. "Now come, you must be famished."
Quatre lead me away from the painting, its secrets and deep blue eyes.