Post by Andras Valkai on Dec 17, 2008 3:03:38 GMT -5
~The silence that surrounded Briarwood was shattered by the clicking of hard soled shoes on the stone path that lead to the main doors of the mansion. He came to rest at the top of the steps, just short of the doors, and turned to look back on the land surrounding the dwelling. With nothing more than a slight shrug he let the coat of his crisply pressed black pin stripped suit fall from his shoulders as he turned back to the large, ornate doors. He folded the jacket over his right arm before reaching out and pushing the doors open. A few steps took him into the foyer where he hung the fine suit coat over the back of a chair and brushed his hands on the front of his vest with a look of disgust.~
~The Hungarian accent poured richly from his lips as he turned and placed his hands upon his hips and looked down the long hall that greeted him~ Dearest Unokabatya, it appears you have let yourself go, or at least your house.
~His slender hands reached up and pulled back the few strands of his dark hair that had fallen in front of his eyes and he began to slowly walk down the hall. The tip of his index finger changed to a deadly sharpened claw as he raked it down the wall to his right while he strode down the hall. A sly smile crept across his face as the shadows seemed to crawl all about the walls like roaches in an effort to avoid his touch. The deep gouge he made in the walls quickly repaired itself as he turned to walk into the main library. ~
~Upon entering the library his gaze fell upon the two long tables that sat in the middle of the room. Meandering steps carried him around the tables as he looked over the many books and other items that his cousin had collected on her travels of the world. After a while of inspecting the room he moved to the table furthest from the door and pulled out the high backed chair at the end. Moving to the side of the chair he bent and dusted the seat with a kerchief that he produced from the breast pocket of his vest. He quietly slid into the seat and scooted it back slightly, leaned back and propped the heels of his feet on the end of the table. Once more he reached into his breast pocket and retrieved the large silver coin that never left his side. As the coin laced itself back and forth through the fingers of his right hand, his left hand delved into his pants pocket and withdrew a small onyx trinket of what looked to be hound of some sort. In truth it was what he had fashioned to summon his beloved pet.~
~Again words parted his lips as he spoke to the trinket.~ Well, Holal, it seems we are alone save the disease that permeates this decrepit villa. I suppose we could ‘set up shop’ here for a bit. I know, I know, the place seems a bit dead but they will come. Sooner or later someone will come. Yes, of course we will begin torturing again. We simply have to find a subject.
~Andras drew quiet at the sound of footsteps and an iniquitous smile played over his lips as his cousins servant appeared in the doorway of the library. Bobby’s breath caught in his chest as his eyes fell upon Andras. Bobby tried to move, to turn and run out of the room but couldn’t make his legs move.~
~Andras swung his feet from the top of the table and planted them on the floor as he leaned forward and then stood, starring coldly into Bobby’s eyes.~
Ah…Bobby, is it? How fortuitous that you should make an entrance…
~The Hungarian accent poured richly from his lips as he turned and placed his hands upon his hips and looked down the long hall that greeted him~ Dearest Unokabatya, it appears you have let yourself go, or at least your house.
~His slender hands reached up and pulled back the few strands of his dark hair that had fallen in front of his eyes and he began to slowly walk down the hall. The tip of his index finger changed to a deadly sharpened claw as he raked it down the wall to his right while he strode down the hall. A sly smile crept across his face as the shadows seemed to crawl all about the walls like roaches in an effort to avoid his touch. The deep gouge he made in the walls quickly repaired itself as he turned to walk into the main library. ~
~Upon entering the library his gaze fell upon the two long tables that sat in the middle of the room. Meandering steps carried him around the tables as he looked over the many books and other items that his cousin had collected on her travels of the world. After a while of inspecting the room he moved to the table furthest from the door and pulled out the high backed chair at the end. Moving to the side of the chair he bent and dusted the seat with a kerchief that he produced from the breast pocket of his vest. He quietly slid into the seat and scooted it back slightly, leaned back and propped the heels of his feet on the end of the table. Once more he reached into his breast pocket and retrieved the large silver coin that never left his side. As the coin laced itself back and forth through the fingers of his right hand, his left hand delved into his pants pocket and withdrew a small onyx trinket of what looked to be hound of some sort. In truth it was what he had fashioned to summon his beloved pet.~
~Again words parted his lips as he spoke to the trinket.~ Well, Holal, it seems we are alone save the disease that permeates this decrepit villa. I suppose we could ‘set up shop’ here for a bit. I know, I know, the place seems a bit dead but they will come. Sooner or later someone will come. Yes, of course we will begin torturing again. We simply have to find a subject.
~Andras drew quiet at the sound of footsteps and an iniquitous smile played over his lips as his cousins servant appeared in the doorway of the library. Bobby’s breath caught in his chest as his eyes fell upon Andras. Bobby tried to move, to turn and run out of the room but couldn’t make his legs move.~
~Andras swung his feet from the top of the table and planted them on the floor as he leaned forward and then stood, starring coldly into Bobby’s eyes.~
Ah…Bobby, is it? How fortuitous that you should make an entrance…