|01-31-2011, 09:22 AM||#1|
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Mister Hell-low's Mansion
I originally made this to unwind... but I really like it. So I will continue it. Press onward!__________________
This is a work of fiction. Any characters that resemble real people or events that occur within the story that are similar to those in real life is purely coincidental. Any ideas presented by said characters does not necessarily reflect the actual beliefs of the author.
Why do I feel that was necessary? Read and find out.
September 18th, 2011
It was a long and auspicious road. Though worn, it tangled itself into the trees and slithered through the green mountains. The yellow paint that turned the road into a distinct two-way path had vanished decades ago. A slender, shiny limousine made its royal way hiding under the crevasses of the forest. Something along the street caused the black automobile to bump. In the row of seats behind the silent driver, a pair of brown eyes jet open.
The young man with his head on the rich, brown leather seats jerked, sitting straight up. "I fell asleep?" With his heart beating fast he peered out outside through the closest window. An ominous feeling overcame him. To the short, black haired man's dismay, the lovely forest he once saw had been shrouded by a thick fog. Large and shadowed tree trunks stretched far beyond what the mist would let him see. The vehicle was surrounded by the dark giants. Was no one keeping track of how long this trip was taking? He stared at his wristwatch and imagined the hour and minute hands somewhere on his wrist.
There was no clock to be read. The young adult squinted at his wrist, wondering where his watch had run off to. His desperate eyes scanned the black floor. No wristwatch. His arms reached into the leather seating. Nothing. He unbuckled the seat belt that confined to the limousine and went up high to check the luggage compartment. His belongings had been untouched-- save one. He shook his head in frustration and knocked on the small window where he could see the driver's head beyond it. The young man could make out the figure of the driver's face against the white scenery but nothing else as he slide the window in reply.
"Excuse me, we haven't stopped anywhere, right?" The young man tried to clarify. He didn't care if it sounded stupid. After all, he didn't know what time it was or how long he had been sleeping. "Have you seen my watch? I know I had it before I fell asleep." The driver concentrated on the road more so than he did the young man. After a few seconds of split thoughts, the driver shook his head. "Are you sure?" The black haired young adult was skeptical. "Okay, fine. Do you know what time it is?" The driver slid the door shut.
"Fine, don't tell me." Offended, the man sat on the seat where his head had fallen asleep. "And you were so nice when we first met." Just then, a quiet knock came from the small window. "What?" The man uttered in annoyance. He could see the driver's finger point towards the windows. The young man's eyes followed and the creepy fog that had covered the beautiful forest was thinning out as the limousine traveled. "So what?" Despite attitude, underneath he was relieved that nothing had happened.
Suddenly his eyes caught something hiding within the trees and their rustling leaves. Ah, alas. The black limousine's destination was in plain view. A sigh of relief escaped the young man's breath. The vehicle gradually slowed down as they got closer to the man-made structure which looked like house. However, it went from a house that appeared to be two floors to three and then to four. They took another turn. "Wow," he stared in awe as he watched the third dimension of the flat faced house stretch into the depths of the forest.
The limousine came a full halt as it stopped right outside the grand entrance of the the mansion. Patiently, the driver exited the automobile first and calmly opened the side door where the young man stepped out with his two cases of luggage. The one he carried on his right was matted red and was marked with a thick black marker 'Clothes'. The blue, steel faced suitcase that the young man held on his right had a stripe of white tape labeled 'Other'. The youth said nothing, looking up at the mansion as it towered high above him. Never had he felt so belittled.
The young man had not realized that someone was waiting for him at the front porch of the mansion until they bluntly said, "You greet yourself before the mansion and fail to do so for the owner of the said mansion." His voice was deep and somewhat sinister... yet charming. This person was much older than the young man. Somewhere in his late forties. His face showed signs of aging and the wrinkles were beginning to show. It all was complemented by his black hair with faint touch of gray. The young one wanted to apologize, but that was before the older man made a very fake and insulting laugh, then sarcastically remarked "I hate irony."
The young man tried not to think much of it. He supposed it was bad behavior, but at the same time was not very sure. He wanted to start properly. "I'm--"
Cut off. "I know who you are, boy." The older man stared with narrowed and condescending eyes. "Do you believe I would forget the face of those whom carry the Revya name? And please tell me you haven't forgotten my name."
Young Revya had been told about this. However, now that the man he anticipated to be very unkind is right in front of him, Revya was now wishing that he was not standing by himself and being judged so harshly. A tinge of sweat ran down the young man's neck. Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. Now was not the time to recall the deviled woods that he had just passed. "I do know, Uncle."
A satisfied smug crept onto his Uncle's face. "My little sister did something right for once. The family knows how much I hate my real name." An unbelievable amount of stress was put on a word already so powerful. "Before you walk in and invite yourself into my home, there are a few things I need to clarify. You better be listening, boy."
"Yes?" The young Revya answered.
Uncle Revya opened the thick, wooden double doors. His body turned to enter the mansion, but his head was locked on his nephew. "I already don't like you. I will never love you. I am only obliged to keep you." There was silence. "Enjoy your new Hell." He walked in and slammed the doors shut.
Young Revya's body jumped. What a great first conversation with an uncle you have never met. The young man looked back towards the limousine driver who had stood there quiet. He had watched the entire conversation unfold. The nephew asked the driver, "Does he greet everyone like this?" The driver first replied with a blank expression, then slowly, freakishly condemned his head to face the ground. The driver had accepted some kind of thought that had run through his mind. Some thought that was very disturbing to the uncle's relative.
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|02-01-2011, 09:32 AM||#2|
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The wooden steps up to the front door creaked ominously as they tried to hold the young man's weight. It was a gigantic house for sure, thought young Revya. However, with his uncle's cold shoulder looming in the atmosphere the nephew knew that he was not welcome at all into the chβteau la grande. Each step to the door meant accepting the few, cold blooded terms and conditions that Uncle Revya splattered on the floor for the young man to pick up. The door handle that Revya reached out to touch brimmed with a ghastly chill. Its pulse ran through his veins and into his spine. He took a heavy breath and let it go by saying, "Home sweet home." He twisted the doorknob watching it open reluctantly.__________________
The youth sneaked into the quiet foyer, witnessing the house covet the darkness before letting it go and sharing space with the sun light from outside. The hardwood floors made more creaking sounds as young Revya pressed his feet on them. How strange he thought despite the floor's beautiful and well cared for wax finish. He looked outside when he heard footsteps and watched the limousine driver walking back into the vehicle. The car marched at a slow pace into one of the mansion's many garages. This one was on the left side near the front porch.
There was no time to observe the house itself. From within, a temptress walked forth with no warning. Her legs were long and skinny and she wore nothing to cover her feet. She was a thin and six foot tall figure with eyes glowing emerald. She crossed her arms and one of her fingers touched her short, dirty blond hair. "Take your shoes off," she demanded and smiled while Revya stood stunned at the marionette in front of him. "The floor is that clean." He watched her eye lashes gleam as she blinked and walked closer as Revya did as he was told. The satin dressed maiden touched the young man gently, but she took an especially keen interest in his face and embraced it. "You must be Mister Hell-low's nephew. You're cuter in person than in the pictures your mom showed us."
"Mister Hello?" Young Revya tried to repeat.
"Your Uncle." She smirked and quietly laughed a bewitching and haughty laugh. "Pay attention to how I'm saying it. Mister Hell-low. It's the nickname I gave him since he likes to be a badass and scare anyone off the moment they step foot on his doorstep. The castle of the Beast himself, if I didn't know any better." The pale skinned woman let go of Revya as he held his luggage with an intense grip. "Congratulations for stepping into the lair of the monster and living to live in it."
No words were uttered from Revya. He was befuddled and wanted to panic. His brain was wrecking itself due to the constant reminder of his Uncle perhaps watching him creep and defile every inch of his mansion kept telling the young man to not budge. And now a strange and seductive woman has appeared out of thin air. Who is she? His Uncle's wife? Girlfriend? Fiancee? "You're silly, you know that?" The rose lipped lady shook her head and grinned with her pearly whites showing. "Lighten up. Seriously, I'm too old for you, anyway. I'm the least of your troubles."
"W-what?" was all he could mutter.
"There are some," the lady showed a thoughtful stare, "strange guests staying here. You'll met them all eventually. I'm so lucky that you met me, first." She offered another strange smile. Her elegant hand touched young Revya's own; the one carrying the blue suitcase. Instinctively he let it go and the tall, blond haired woman caught it in the short second it should have taken to crash land onto the waxed floor. How did she know he was going to let go? "Let me help you with that," She insisted. "I bet Mister Hell-low didn't tell you where your room is." The lady, with both hands holding young Revya's blue suitcase went up a flight of stairs only a dozen feet away from where they had been standing. The young man almost forgot that the front door had been open through their entire conversation and closed it. His fate was now sealed.
"By the way, I never caught your first name," the satin dressed beauty stated.
"Sorry 'bout that," the young man answered as politely as possible. He had put himself in an awkward position, allowing a much older woman carry half of his luggage. Plus, she was wearing rather luxurious, hand-crafted clothing. Her attitude told him that he should pay her no mind. "My name is Lei."
The woman tried to hide the darker intentions of her smile. "Short and sweet."
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|02-07-2011, 01:00 AM||#3|
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The steps of the stair case u-turned with the wall, heading towards the second floor. It seemed more like a lobby. The two residents walked into a large, open space with more hard wood floors mostly covered by ornate and vintage rugs that went out of style at the turn of the 21st century. A right angled wooden desk with a computer, printer, and fax machine sat in the far left corner. Sitting at the desk holding a stack of papers and a filing crate was a woman who had long, brunette hair that fell into the chair she was sitting on. She looked at the pair for an instant and pulled a single sheet of paper from the pile. "I've been expecting you," she said with a stubby voice even though Lei and the satin dressed lady could not hear her. Her eyes scanned the the two individuals and judged the situation. Inaudible to almost everyone, she whispered a secret to herself.__________________
"Who is that?" Young Revya pointed at the brunette haired lady wearing the gold lined glasses using his free hand. His first assumption was, "You guys have a secretary?" The secretary was out of place. Had not the tall woman with all spoken words unable to describe her beauty just said that Uncle Revya scared everyone into coming into his home? It seemed even stranger due to the fact that she was on the second floor and not the first. Lei's curiosity began charging through the gates. It didn't make any sense.
The vehemently attractive woman smiled. "She's not for strangers."
"I can hear you." The secretary rolled her eyes. "Hurry up and come 'ere." As the nephew and the seductress got closer near the desk, the brunette read over some of what was written on the clean white paper she was holding. "Let's see here. Lei Revya. Age twenty three. Born December twenty second, nineteen eighty-eight. Residential request filled out by mother. Signed by mother, spouse, and the tenant himself. Room two twenty three."
A secretary wouldn't blurt out of personal information. Would they? "Um..." Revya's head went down, not knowing what to say or do.
"Addy," The tall woman leaned on the desk with her arms supporting her body, "I saw Mister Hell-low go upstairs on my way to greet this handsome young boy. He didn't even say hello to me. He's more moody than usual. Did something happen?" She looked at Lei. "Did you say something that upset him?" Perhaps saying almost nothing is what offended the nephew's uncle.
"Stop calling Master Revya by that that ridiculous name." Addy's voice became zealous. "He owns this mansion and he lets you stay. For free. So I suggest you start respecting him like you should be before he leaves you out for the coyotes."
The tall and slender mannequin laughed at the joke. "Coyotes? Those Indians can't do anything. Whatever, Addy." The two woman stared at each other. Behind the glasses, Addy's blue eyes were irritated and did not budge. Her unhappy frown brimmed with anger. Fienne sighed, giving into the secretary. "Fine. I see that you want us to leave. Room two-two-three? Okay. I'll talk to you later, Addy."
The brunette sighed at the hopeless wreck of a person that was the satin-dressed woman. "They're not Indians. They're called Native Americans. Get with the times. And I don't want both of you to leave. I only want you to leave, Fienne," Addy turned away from Fienne and readjusted her glasses. "Before you go to your room Lei," she had a few last things to say. She looked at him with a stern face and a sharp and hostile tone. "I know you heard what I said earlier. Obviously, Master Revya isn't you so don't ever get confused." She turned her back against Not-Master Revya and grabbed a handful of papers from the large stack that sat on her desk. "Fienne will show you where your room is. Not like I can't see she's helping you, already." Lei let out a weak and nervous laugh as they left the secretary's desk while Addy zoned back into her work. She did not appear to be listening any more.
Lei and Fienne walked into the hallway at the upper right from where they went up the staircase to the second floor. "She's kind of mean," Lei whispered to his escort as they entered the hall way.
"I heard that," Lei heard from behind him.
"Her name is Adenine, but try saying that in a hurry and you'll spend too much time confused and less time doing what you were in a hurry for," Fienne giggled as she wrapped her free arm around his. "So we call her Addy. Or, at least I do. She's kind of like a secretary so stay on her good side, alright?"
They stopped right in front of Lei's new room. It wasn't that far from Adenine's desk; they were still within view of each other. The nephew twisted the knob of the redwood door and pushed, revealing a incredibly spacious room. There was no hardwood in sight; just pure carpet. Finally, there was a large sliding window that could be opened, leading to a small patio outside. The king's bed touched the room's left and was faced the center of the room with multiple night stands at each corner where the bed met the wall. A full sized, eight drawer cabinet and dresser stood by the walk-in closet that had more sliding doors. Fienne almost shoved young Revya away as she walked into the room first, her steps beings muffled by the ivory carpet. She faced him soon after examining the room from its center. "Aw, Tasha's so nice. She already has everything ready for your room."
Lei wanted to ask who Tasha was, but his room took him by surprise. "This room's pretty... modern, " said the nephew. "The mansion looks old, though." As in matter of fact, the room's theme did not match the rest of the mansion. At least what Lei has seen of the mansion, thus far.
"If we didn't refurbish, don't cha think that the place would be in shambles?" The luxurious lady softly placed Lei's suitcase on the ground with it's flat side on the carpet. "Here you go. I think I've hogged you long enough. You should introduce yourself and find a few more friends before dinner time. Otherwise no one will want to sit next to you." She made a devilish smile as she left Lei's room. "But if I'm the only friend you want, that's okay too."
Lei had to say something. She was being awfully nice and they had only just met in the last ten minutes or so. "Thanks for helping me. If I was left alone downstairs, I think I'd have been too scared to go anywhere. Much less find my room."
"I knew by just looking at you, You were so pale sitting by the front door." Fienne answered as she waved farewell and went out of sight. "Bye now."
"Wait!" He had forgotten. He ran into the hallway, not wanting her to disappear. "Fienne, right?" She nodded. "Who is Tasha?"
The barefoot woman in the red dress looked at Lei with surprise. "Oh, you caught that? Tasha is Mister's Hell-low's slave."
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|02-10-2011, 09:16 AM||#4|
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Lei wished to ask more questions, but Fienne was still walking away when she told him about this person Tasha. Lei assumed that it had to be a girl. "A slave?" The black haired youth asked. "In what way?" The scarlet dressed maiden simply waved good-bye and went back down the stairs the two had previously walked up. Adenine? Not paying attention. That is what Lei wanted to think she was doing. He wasn't sure if she was watching even as she sorted through the stack of white sheets on her desk.__________________
After returning to his new room, Revya got to work in putting of his clothes away. His earlier inspection of his luggage when in the limousine caused some of his clothes to wrinkle. He tried straightening them out, but could his efforts proved fruitless and instead moved on to organizing his belongings. The majority of his shirts-- the ones that were prone to wrinkling-- he placed in the sliding door closet. Whoever Tasha was prepared for his arrival very well. A stack of neatly arranged clothes hangers sat unfettered in the closet. Lei sighed as he looked at the dresser. He only brought one suitcase full of clothes; many of the drawers would stay empty. Were they expecting an entire wardrobe?
Next was the steel suitcase. The first thing Lei took out was a leaf framed photograph taken a year ago. He and his mother went camping in one of the expansive hemlock forests on the Washington coast. He remembered joking to his frizzle haired mother that he originally went on the trip to look for Bigfoot. Or the Yeti. Whichever came first. The nephew continued to stare at his mother in the photo as memories washed ashore from the back of his mind. She told him throughout his years of growing up very strange stories. There were so many tall tales that her son had forgotten many of them. He specifically remembered his mother telling him on his eighteenth birthday that there was no point in trying to distinguish between myth, legend, and superstition.
As far as the young Revya understood, it wasn't him that was special. It was the family he was born in that is incredibly special. Lei placed the photo on the bed's left nightstand. Thinking about his mother painfully reminded him of Uncle Revya. That man... There were two scenarios that Lei could take into account about his uncle. Either his uncle was truly the kind of person he says he is or his uncle is actually in fact protecting Lei from things not known to his nephew. The young man wanted to beg God that it was the latter.
There were more things to take out of the suitcase, but apparently Lei had run out of time. He had thought of taking a nap, then remembering that he already dozed off in the limousine. Was he missing his mother, already? The young man sighed, wondering if it was possible to adjust to living here. Fienne was a strange lady, enough. Up until now, Lei tried to not pay any mind to her... advances, but even though the tall woman explicitly told him that she was too old for him, she had come too close for comfort many times over. Perhaps it was just Adenine focusing on her job, but Lei's guts was telling him to always approach her cautiously. What other things did Adenine know about him that she might say in front of others? How many people live here?
The nephew thought again, awestruck by what he knew about the mansion so far. He had only seen the foyer of the first floor, the lobby of the second floor, and the hallway that leads to his room. The mansion towers four floors. There is also a courtyard judging from the patio in Lei's room. Thinking about whether or not there was a back lot and a basement only made his head hurt more at how difficult it was to fathom the size of his uncle's incredible estate.
Someone's voice frightened Lei. "Excuse me," they said as his body jumped and turned to the door. Young Revya had forgotten to close his door. The six-foot mannequin that accompanied him to his room had returned. She had changed her dress from the eloquent, satanic red to a more earthy, floral green brimmed with white. "Where have you been?" Fienne asked, then quietly laughed with her hand gently on her lips. "It's almost time for dinner. Aren't you hungry?"
What did she say? "Dinner?" The young man repeated with disbelief. "It can't be time to eat already, it's--" he looked to find a watch that didn't exist. Lei scratched his head, frustrated now remembering that he had mysteriously lost it in the limousine. He had to ask the question. "What time is it?"
"Look outside." Fienne pointed out the patio. The sun was half past setting.
"What?" Lei went up to window and shook his again in more disbelief. It was incomprehensible. "It has to have only been twenty minutes since I last saw you! It can't be dark out, already."
The green gowned women tilted her head and her face expressed worry. She looked around Lei's room and her eyes examined the emptied suitcases. It took her a few more seconds before saying, "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
"No, forget it." Although it could not be forgotten. He had to contemplate the situation. How did so little time pass and yet the day is already over? Or maybe Lei just hadn't realized how long he was reminiscing about his mother. He did not know. He couldn't tell. "Nevermind me. I'm ready. Let's go."
|02-15-2011, 09:25 PM||#5|
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Lei took another glance at Fienne and assumed that he should dress for the occasion like she had. "Oh, don't worry," she shook her head with a smile. "I always dress like this. Our dinners are very casual. Wear whatever you like." The young man wanted to do that, but Lei thought of his uncle. To his knowledge, he was not a welcomed resident. What would the Uncle Revya think of his nephew if Lei refused to not dress fashionably when it was his first time at the mansion's dinner table? "Really now," the tall lady walked up to young Revya and put her right hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing to be afraid of. He's not that kind of person."__________________
The thought wouldn't budge. "I don't think I can risk it." Lei grabbed a few things from the closet he had put together twenty minutes ago... or was it hours ago? "I'm sorry for having you wait. Please hold on for me." Young Revya walked into the full sized bathroom in the northeast corner of his room and shut the door. He replaced the flannel shirt and dark denim jeans he had worn at the beginning of the day with a suit, maroon tie, tanned slacks, and a white shirt underneath.
Fienne's beryl eyes widened for a second when Lei opened and walked out of the bathroom fully dressed. "That's a little much, isn't it? Oh well," the woman shrugged. "If you're going to wear that, you'll make the other feels guilty. We might be a little late, now." She giggled and began to blush as the two held arms walking down the hallway towards the lobby. Indeed, they may be late. Immediately, Lei realized that Adenine was no longer at her desk. The mess that was on top of her table earlier had turned into three sets of neatly stacked papers while all of the miscellaneous pens in the ceramic cup all faced down. The computer monitor's on switch was lit orange. Perhaps she had forgotten to turn it off? "Pay attention," Fienne lightly elbowed Lei on the side of his chest, "we're taking a small shortcut."
Instead of walking down the flight of stairs that would have brought the couple to the first floor lobby, Fienne prompted that they take a different route. The proceeding corridor lay on the opposite end from the hallway leading to Lei's room. However, the way the two hallways' decor and structure made them near identical and black haired youth crossed his fingers wishing nothing unusual to happen yet. It was only half way when they went downstairs and turned to their immediate left. In the distance was a very tall and wide ornate door. "A dining hall?" Lei thought. "This is more like the entrance to a ballroom." They didn't take a wrong turn, did they?
Fienne turned her head towards the young man. "Lei. After going through all of that trouble, you're not going to disappoint this fair lady now, are you?" Her lips smuggled a laugh and she let go of Lei's arm. It took him a second to figure out what it was that she wanted.
He opened the door and let Fienne enter the dining hall first. Lei's brown eyes got lost. A pair of extremely long, rectangular tables sat parallel in the room. Each was set with a ivory table cloth adorned with dark gray damask. About every twenty feet or so a silver stand rested at the center of the tables. Each stand held five carefully placed candles all lit recently. There was a painted mural on the curved ceiling detailed only with tree branches and their leaves being blown by the wind. To Lei, it looked a little boring and out of place. Why would anyone want that kind of picture in the dining hall? Like the rest of the mansion, the windows were about a feet or two too high.
Lei had to suck up the environment within ten seconds, because a new person walked right in front of his face. "You guys are kind of late," said the slender man. Definitely not American; he had a light accent that one might find from native French speakers. His eyes were similar to Lei's, but had a more amber hue. The six foot six man examined Lei using his distinct, long face, almost pointy nose, and small, skinny sideburns. He put his hand over his modest, rusted brown beard and pleasantly spoke, "You're the new guy. Lei, right? Weird how I couldn't find you at the front door this morning."
Fienne's foxy smile brimmed as she listened to the man's woe. "Too bad, Moe."
"Moe?" A burst of laughter escaped from Lei's mouth. "Like, that Moe?"
Moe frowned and sighed heavily."Fienne, that's an evil nickname. Why would you call me that? I liked John more." Lei felt belittled when the tall man pat him on the pat like a parent would their own children. "Don't listen to her. She's just being mean since we've never met before. My name is Johan Moreau."
The green dressed lady made a hearty laugh. "Too complicated. So I call him John Moe. Come on, let's sit over there. We're supposed to have sat down already." Fienne pointed at the corner of the right table closest to a wide hallway leading someplace. The delicious aroma of food grew stronger as the trio sat down. There were two guests that were waiting for them. One of them was someone Lei had already run into: Adenine. The other guest was the one Lei was amazed and frightened to sit next to. It looked like a person, but it looked like a beast. His physique was bulky; it had to be a guy. He was covered in dusty black fur. There was a thick, brown leather collar tight around its neck. As for what it specifically looked like, the words may not exist. In Lei's mind, it was a cross between a buffalo's body and a rat's tail that got smashed together with a tiger's or a lion's head mixed with a monkey's arms. It can't have been right, because that would look too awkward. This thing looked natural and even though it appeared beastly, it was pretty handsome in its own way. Lei turned towards Johan then Fienne. They thought absolutely nothing of this. The young man's eyes went towards Adenine who replied with a facial expression wondering why he was looking at her. He didn't want to be rude, but... was he supposed to treat it like a person? It was sitting patiently at the table, too.
"It looks too real to be a costume or a robot," was all Lei could think of.
The creature snarled. It stared back at Lei with a pair of fearsome brown eyes. Words came from its snout and it barked with a gruff voice, "You've never seen a werebeast before?"
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|02-21-2011, 08:13 AM||#6|
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"No." It was plain and simple: Werebeast? Werepeople don't exist. At least... they shouldn't. The young man shook his head, disappointed. He took another glimpse at the faces of the three people he knew, then looked at the creature again. "Really, guys? I know that I'm the new guy, but this a bad joke." Lei had heard of Werewolf Syndrome, before. This had to be that. The rest had to be a costume. Cosplayers always loved props.__________________
The creature covered in black fur slammed both of his fists on the table. The plates and utensils echoed his anger. He stood up, agitated and not caring for what may have became of the innocent wooden chair he sat on a few seconds ago. Well over Lei's height, the beast clenched both hands and cast his monstrous face down on the human in front of him. Johan scratched his nose and Fienne hid her satisfied glare. Young Revya didn't care whether or not the thing was bigger than him; he wasn't going to let something so fake scare him away. If it was a real werebeast, Lei figured that the creature would have killed everyone in the mansion, already.
A small hand touched the werebeast on his right side. After Adenine had gotten the dark creature's attention, the lady's face and her golden glasses shook left and right repeatedly. Her face was different from what Lei had seen from the brunette earlier. Nothing cynical this time; her slightly rosy cheeks were relaxed and sincere. She almost looked sad. The creature looked at the black haired youth once again, no longer trying to intimidate Lei. "Whatever," he said as he turned around. "I'll eat later," the creature snapped, its strange tail whipped around and brushed the table before the black furred beast walked away in paws.
Everyone waited until the werebeast was out of sight. "Good thing I was here," Adenine destroyed the silence. "Marrok usually doesn't let other people stand up to him."
"You did very well, there." Johan held a wide grin as he took his seat next to Adenine. The same one that the werebeast had left a minute before. "I'm impressed. You know how to make lasting impressions, that's for sure."
Fienne took her seat as she glanced towards Adenine. "I agree."
"I don't know what you guys are doing," a voice said. His voice was soft and light. He appeared in a chef's uniform and black, steel toe shoes. The blue eyed man walked from the hallway leading to the kitchen with a few others following him. In the flat and steady palms of their hands were plates with polished, silver covers over them. A few of his dark brown bangs hanged from below the toque tightly placed around his head."I heard some noise coming from the dining hall and I thought you guys were getting restless. But it looks like it was Morrok getting angry again."
"He does that often?" Lei wondered. Rhetorical question perhaps, but more than anything, the young man would be concerned if the guy liked 'dressing' up like that.
The leader of the line put his platter down first in front of Lei, just a little beyond the young man's plate. From so close, the young Revya could make out the faint wrinkles on the chef's face. "Don't take his threats too seriously. He does it frequently. Especially to guys if he's never seen them before. He's never told me, but I believe he does it to size them up." The white coated people who came from the kitchen with him followed suite, handing the remaining plates onto the table. "Strange, though. I don't ever remember him leaving first. Especially before dinner. What am I supposed to do with his Brunswick roast, now?"
"Don't worry, Darren." Adenine held the shiny fork on her plate using her left hand and moistened her rose lips. "He'll come back later."
Something else was strange. Lei wanted to know. "Where is everyone else?" The only ones there were there were the kitchen crew that just arrived, Adenine, Fienne, and Johan. The dining hall was huge, possibly fitting fifty people. More specifically, a very important person was missing from the room. Young Revya had anticipated his uncle to be very punctual. "And my uncle isn't here. Doesn't it not feel right to start without him?"
Darren readjusted his toque as the words came out of the young man's mouth. The man's blue eyes peered out into the dining hall. There was a separate table and a chair sitting dead center on the south side of the long room. That table was covered by extravagant, white lace. The wooden chair with a dark finish had a velvet blanket sitting on the seat with a small amount draped onto the floor. It was double the size of the rest, complete with a reclining spine and arm rests. Definitely features not found in the rest of the boring and not-as-comfortable chairs. "Let me tell you this now," he said frowning. "Master Revya never comes."
"But-" Interrupted by Fienne.
"But Tasha always sets his table and puts away the fancy stuff on it after wards." The tall woman comfortably adjusted her beryl dress, resting her hands on the table and their fingers loosely laced together. "Three times everyday all of her hard work amounts to nothing. Always in hopes that one day he'll feel like coming down to seat himself in his own dining hall."
"For how long?" The question was begging to be asked.
The chef took both hands and took the toque blanche, unvieling his slightly long and messy hair. He held it by two of its one hundred and one folds. "Tasha's been around for a year or so and the Master has never come down, even though I know that he knows she does it for him. I've been here for awhile, now. Still never." He shook his head and closed his eyes. "I don't remember how many times I've cooked for him thinking that he'll at least try what we make. But nope."
"You gave up?"
Darren's eyes opened wide and he looked Lei. "Yeah, naturally. I've told Natasha a few times to quit it, since the number of absents the Master has is off the charts, but she's stubborn like that." The man's sad face showed the glint of a smile. "He hasn't kicked me or any of the kitchen staff out yet, so we must be doing something right."
"I'm not waiting anymore," Johan blurted the words out. He had been sitting quietly, staring at buffet in front of him, tortured by the lengthy conversation.
The executive chef laughed as he put his distinct hat back on. "I'm sorry. You know me. I like to ramble. Please eat." Darren elbowed the young Revya. "Really, though. I'm happy that you're here, Lei. If the Master will never come down to eat, then serving someone related to him is close to the dream come true." Then he and the crew Darren walked in with disappeared into the kitchen once more.
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|02-25-2011, 10:02 PM||#7|
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The lovely Fienne insisted that she escort their newest resident back to his room. The green dressed lady was very elated and she let it show by holding the young Revya's hand very passionately. Lei was a bit surprised when Adenine decided to not come with them. At the same time-- and the young man only realizing it now that it was close to bed time-- he did not know where any of the others' bedrooms were. The waves in his mind kept growing. There were an innumerable amount of doors in the mansion. No one else showed up for dinner. Is the mansion that empty, despite its enormous size? The two walked up the stairs they took earlier and returned to a familiar hallway.__________________
Fienne froze mid-step right as they hit the wooden floor of the second floor . The young man's entire body jerked as he walked forward, his hand tied to a statue and his heart skipping a beat. He looked at the woman that held his hand. The happiness from her face vanished and had been ominously replaced with a blank stare. "What?"
The beautiful and tall mannequin holding Lei's hand blinked. Then she looked at Lei and tilted her head with a bit of confusion. "Is something wrong?" she said, inadvertent to her own reaction. Her face wandered, observing the situation. The green eyes saw her feet were stubbornly planted onto the floor, then faced the man in front of her whom wore a fearful and worried face. "Oh, dear. I'm terribly sorry, Lei." her smiled had returned and her fierce grip let go of Lei's hand."I just forgot that I have to do something before I go to bed. I'm afraid that we will part ways from here. Remember to take a left as you go down the hallway. Your room is right across this hall when you get back to the lobby."
He already knew, but Lei appreciated her concern for him. "Yeah, I remember. Thanks."
The pair separated and waved good bye to one another. Lei watched Fienne take a turn as she walked to the right of the hallway, disappearing into the majority of the mansion that Lei was not aware of. This day was long, however. So many strange things had already happened. The young man was ready to settle in with a well deserved sleep. Now he just had to stop himself from collapsing on the way to his room. The young man eventually walked into the lobby and instinctively, Lei's head turned towards Adenine's computer desk. She was not there. The desk was now very clean; not a single sheet of paper in sight. He smiled, rest assured that the secretary must have also gone to bed. Young Revya returned to the hallway leading up to the door he would become well acquainted with in the future. Before touching the doorknob, Lei felt something odd. He squinted, wondering if he was imagining things. The door was slightly open. He walked into his room and quickly took off his clothes, replacing them with long sleeve pajamas. Right now, he just wanted to sleep and fell onto his bed.
Lei's mind began to wander; it was the easy way of falling asleep. It donned on him too late.
Didn't I close the door...?
A large claw reached out and pinned Lei to the bed. He was unable to do anything. "Too late," a deep voice said. "Way too late." A tall and furry figure arose from the darkness of the room. It was only reminiscent of one person Lei had already met. Morrok snickered as the young man didn't attempt to struggle out of his bed. There was no point; he was out of reach of anything that could help him, save his mother's photo. "For a Revya, you suck."
Lei winced at the pain due to the pressure on his chest. If he was going to die, the young Revya told himself that he would at least go remembered by something he said. "Says you, the one attacking people before they go to sleep. That's pathetic on your part."
The grin on the creature muted and he gave a menacing growl. The dark furred creature lowered his head. The ice, cold air he breathed offered Lei a terrifying embrace. "Don't get the wrong idea, little punk."
"So, what?" The young Revya expressed his disappointment, even if he wasn't in the position to say so. "I embarrassed you and now you're threatening me now that we're alone?"
"They were expecting you to die," the creature licked his lips. A tinge of saliva ran down its chin. "I should have bitten your head off. The only reason why I didn't is because we have a secret to keep. Not because I care about you."
"That puny girl saved you this time. Next time you won't be so lucky." The beast showed Lei an evil, grotesque smile. From this close, the young man could see the dark creature's carnivorous teeth. There were way too many for it to be a costume, anymore. A nasty and intoxicating, salty, metallic smell was coming from the depths of its mouth. It was nauseating, just like his words, "I heard what he said at the front door."
The young Revya replied with a blank stare, thinking. The one thing that Lei had thought had only been kept to his Uncle, the limousine driver-- who never seemed to talk anyway, and himself was known by someone who could easily take advantage of it. And who knows if Morrok had told anyone else. The beast took his mighty paw off of Lei and quickly retreated into the darkness of the room. Not even a creak to be heard as the creature stepped back. "Be a good boy and I'll think about letting you off the hook a bit longer."
The figure disappeared as the black haired youth heard the door to his room open, then close tight. He breathed a heavy sigh. How was Lei supposed to go to sleep peacefully, now? He decided he needed to be more careful in the future. It felt early to judge, but Lei assumed the worst. It was pretty bad to acquire an enemy the day of moving in. And the person happens to be a vicious werebeast with 'indescribable' being the only word to describe it. That stench was undeniable; it was blood. Adenine had assured everyone that Morrok would return later the same evening for dinner, but it looks like he caught something for himself. What if Morrok came to his room every night, just to torture him with words? Not something the young man would grow very fond of. This was clearly harassment, but the problem was if anyone else in the mansion cared enough to help Lei.
|03-25-2011, 09:03 AM||#8|
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September 19th, 2011__________________
Luckily, Morrok's sudden appearance last night didn't break anything. With the sun up and the sky blue once again, Lei rummaged through his blue suitcase. In his hand was an old, browned piece of paper. The sloppy and distinguished water painting had begun fading almost a decade ago. At the painting's center were thin, red brush strokes taking the form of a messy but noticeably distinctive figure. It was floating atop a mass of blue, what the young man remembered as being water. A mangled purple stood in between where red and blue met.
The memory was vivid for a good reason. It was almost winter vacation. A week before then, a much younger Revya had seen it during recess at his elementary school. It disappeared quickly realizing that a child glanced at it and pointed his finger. The child did not want to forget about what he had seen, so when it was painting time before returning home, he painted a red and blue blob. This was over fifteen years ago, however. Revya no longer remembered what explicit detail he had saw of the creature on that day. It didn't have a mouth, a nose, nor eyes. Maybe he just didn't see them.
Lei left his bedroom exhausted. The brief and terrorizing encounter with a familiar face last night made sure of it. He walked down the hall into the second floor lobby, spotting Adenine sitting down at her desk. Wide awake, the brunette haired, fair skinned woman's eyes peeked momentarily before returning to the lit monitor. Her hands effortlessly punched in keys at hundreds of words per minute. "Something coming from your room caused an awful amount of ruckus, last night," she said with no direct attention to the black haired youth.
"I got attacked." The young man took a second look at the lobby. Amongst the sofa was a someone Lei had not seen, yet. She and her brown hair wrapped up in a bob sat on one of five ivory sofas positioned in a circle; the sofa on the middle right closer to the stairs leading to the first floor. She did not notice Lei, being preoccupied reading a book whose title could not be read. She was just about his height, maybe a bit shorter. Laying in the center of the round pattern was a resting black furred werebeast. "Well, he certainly didn't go very far."
Adenine's hands flipped its breaks. "Really?" she almost snorted. Her arms crossed each other, laying on the dark, wooden finish applied to the table in front of her. She took a noticeable breath and relaxed her posture. She was now staring at the young man with a skeptic expression. "How so?"
"He attacked me last night." It came out blunt.
"Not possible." And so did hers. After clearing her throat she asked Lei, "Do you know what that collar around his neck is for? Sounds like a dumb question, doesn't it? But it's not." The two observed the collar made of brown leather wrung around the werebeast's neck. "Let me ask you another question. What's the difference between werebeasts and werepeople?" There was no opportunity to answer. "Werepeople are like the domesticated version of werebeasts. Think about it like dogs and wolves. Their intelligence level is about the same and there are very dumb and very smart ones among the bunch. Werebeasts do things mostly out of instinct, so it's hard to get them to behave. That collar on his neck? There's a curse on it for disciplinary purposes. If Morrok doesn't behave, it hurts him. It can also kill him."
"That's pretty vague." Lei replied, disappointed but well informed. That didn't explain how the thing got to almost wanting to kill young Revya last night with no repercussions. He wanted to think Adenine was fooling him, but honestly bled through her voice. It reminded Lei of last night, when the woman stopped Morrok from doing whatever it was that the black furred creature was going to do. It was the same type of sincerity even if slightly obnoxious.
The secretary shook her head. "I expected to you know this. Since, you know, the Revyas made the curse and the collar a long time ago. I'm somewhat surprised that you don't know. Didn't you have these kinds of pets in your family?"
Lei remembered a dog and a cat, but a family with pets like werebeasts? How does that even work? His mind could not fathom the amount of maintainence needed to care for something that could speak in a language he could understand. "Not that I know of." To Lei, it was a silly question. For everything the man had experience in his life so far, everything up to when he was brought to live with his Uncle in this crazed mansion somewhere in North America, he knew himself growing up like every other kid with parents and a decent home.
"It's impossible for Morrok to have been in your room." Adenine said again. "Because he sleeps in my room at night. Even then, we were up late. What we were doing has nothing to do with you, so don't ask."
The young man was clearly beat. Okay, fine. So maybe the creature last night was not Morrok. Lei had forgotten something else as well. Perhaps he was too afraid to think about it at the time of being ambushed in bed. He could not understand why he had skipped the potential fact that the black furred creature was not the only werebeast in the mansion. Considering how many people Lei had yet to meet, maybe judging the werebeast was still too early... but Morrok was still intimidating. He need a new topic before the secretary would get sick of him distracting her from her computer work. "By the way," the black haired youth asked, "Who is that?" Lei pointed at the lone woman sitting on the sofa reading the book in her left hand.
"Don't bother Katiya when she's reading. She gets absorbed into literature." The brunette sighed and turned back to her monitor. "Can you go bother someone else now? If you want to know more about her, then go bother her." Didn't she just tell Lei to not bother the book lady? His impression of what she said translated as 'leave me alone I have work to do'.
"One more favor before I wander off for the day," Lei told the secretary and she shared with him her annoyed groans. "Please." Adenine showed a twisted frown. "Do you have a map of the mansion? The place is... huge."
The woman's eyes bulged for a moment. "You know, Fienne came to me earlier and thought you might ask that question, so she insisted that I print one out for you." From below her computer desk, the secretary grabbed several sheets of paper detailing the mansion's floor plan. "Look, I'm really busy, so I didn't have time to jot down every single person's name that lives here. I did mark which rooms are occupied, though. And just so you know, we're right here." She tapped the eraser end of the wooden pencil she held in her left hand onto one sheet.
Young Revya was happy that to hear that this was already planned. He counted the each sheet of paper, looking at the each humongous floor from a bird's eye view, each floor of the mansion clear cut to see its infrastructure. He checked the papers one more time, wondering if he has miscounted. There was a sheet missing. Suddenly Lei wanted to know, "I thought there was four floors to the mansion?" That did not include the rooftop. Or the basement.
Adenine had already resumed typing at mechanical speed, then stopped again after hearing the young man's question. Her robin egg colored eyes paused and slowly faced right. "Yeah- see the entire fourth floor belongs to Master Revya."
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