Jane slowly opened the door to Maura's. It was late in the afternoon and Jane was even more tired that when she fell asleep. The house was empty and Jane didn't bother switching the lights on. She knew the rooms like the back of her hand. Or so she thought.
Her feet collided with something hard and completely solid. She didn't manage to regain her balance and she fell on her face.
''Gah!''
She swatted the empty air around her until she found the offending object. ''Damn it Bass! What are you doing there?! Protecting the property? Last time I saw Maura has a turtle not-'' she brushed her clothes getting up. ''a friggin' guard dog!''
She nudged the heavy animal with her foot until it was awake enough to move a few inches to the left. Jane went to the kitchen and weighted the small bunch of keys in her hand. She looked at the small clock on the wall, in the pale light of the moon. She had some time. She looked around, subconsciously, even though she knew no one was there.
She rushed upstairs, and opened the door to Maura's guest room and smiled at the sight of the expensive classical piano she found standing there. Sitting on the piano bench she placed her fingers softly over the keys. They were very clean and very cool to the touch. She played a note and it echoed throughout the room. Then she closed her eyes.
One breath in, one breath out and her fingertips reached for the well known Bach's piece... Toccata e Fuga. She suddenly remembered when she was younger watching a music video on TV with Marco Falossi playing playing that same piece and she had felt so good that she wanted to try it herself.
Of course this was before-
Yes, it was a very beautiful piece even though neither her mother, nor Maura would ever suspect she liked classical music. But this wasn't only classical, this was... so very... Dracula!
She remembered a little more about it now, she remembered how everyone said how soft a piece it was but she, oh she just hammered on the piano keys because right now she had only passion and no patience for soft music. She climbed all the way up to the re minor and then broke into a more gentle playing. And that was when she started feeling the pain. Crawling all up her left hand and then her right, reaching up to her wrists but she didn't stop until she felt it explode in her palms.
Stopping, her hands curled into tight fists and she leaned her head down on the notes, a small sob erupting. She couldn't play anymore, he had taken that away from her, she couldn't , she-
She felt a pair of warm hands wrap around her own, and place her fingers on the piano keys again, guiding them gently, tentatively , to press lightly, following the tune of Brahm's lullaby. This perfume, this breathing could only belong to one person.
''Maura?''