The Women In The Painting and The Man Who Finds Her

"She beautiful, flawless." The man said to his buddy as he looked up at the painting on the art galleries wall.

"Yeah," he agreeded, a small grin on his face. "Makes you wonder not ony who the artist was, but also how the thought of her." He added, before taking a sip of his champagne.

"You know, they say this painting isn't just a painting, but a acual young ladie." He said, crossing his arms as he lookedat Tyler.

He turned to look at him, "Jake, there's no way that was a real girl. Beside this painting is so old. I think it's from... hmm I want to say the 1700's." He said, after taking a moment to run throug his brain. "Girls didn't pose like this back then."

They both looked back at the painting of the stnning young ladie. She couldn't be more then 19 years old. Maybe younger. She was sitting in old fashion wooden chair, with her long creamy white legs pulled up to her chest, hiding her breasts from view. Her arms wer wrapped around her legs, drapped in a way that covered her sex. The girl's hair fell down in wavy river of dark brown locks that ran down to her waist. Her bright blue eyes peeked out though her bangs as she looked straight ahead, to where the painter must have been. They lit up the picture with such delight, just as much as her strawberry colored lips did.

"You don't know that, besides maybe she was forced or tricked, like the storry goes." He said softly, "It's said that she was on her way home, when a stange man came out from the woods. He started talking about how beautiful she looked. How he'd never seem anything so gorgious in his life. He told her he needed to paint her so everyone could see her beauty, forever." He brushed his long black hair out of his eyes."She was hesitate at first, but he was kind and he didn't seem like a threat, so he went with her. He led her away, deeper into the forest until they reached a old cabin..."

"Oh I know this! I heard it in like the 5th grade." Tyler interrupted. "The man told her what to do, wich was stip out of her cloth, then he told her where to sit. Once she was in the correct pose, he started to paint her. As he did, he would chant a few words. Blah blah blah. By the end of it, the man turned out to be a wizard who wanted to steal her beauty way for himself, and keep her to himself so no one esle got the chance to see her."

Tyler looked back at him. "It's BS man! Total crap!" He chuckled. "A girl getting trapped in painting for 100's of years? There's no way."

Jake rolled his eyes and looked down at his watch to check the time before looking around. "Whatever man, look we need to get going. The place closes it a few minutes." He turned away with that and started walking away, towards the exit. He seemed a bit pissed.

"Oh come on man," Tyler called, following his buddy. "You can't really believe It." He laughed. "Hey we learned when she would wake up to." He caught up to Jake and made his voice low. "When the planets aline and the moon light is shining down on her, the women will walk from the painting. Finally, free." He laughed.

"Alright man, I get it. It's just a stupid story." He said with a slight smile as they walked out of the room. Soon after they did, the lights when out. The moonlight shining down through the sunroof, lighting up the room.

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Shane had been into the whole subject of art pretty much all of his life. He enjoyed going to many different museums as he grew up and admiring all of the different works, from paintings to sculptures. Once he finished school and graduated he enlisted in the military and served a term deciding not to re-enlist once his four years was up. Instead he took the experience from the military and got a job being a armed security guard through a private company.

This job landed him a position in, where of all places, a museum. He couldn't have asked for anything better. Especially considering, he had enrolled in college and one of the classes he had registered for was art appreciation. So not only was he able to be around his favorite subject when he was working, but it also gave him an extra edge on his coursework to get through schooling.

The first couple of nights, he was paired with another gaurd so that he could show him the ropes. Nothing exciting really. Check the gates and doors, the mian exhibits and then the rest of the night was pretty much free to do what you wanted. The existing gaurd like to sit around and waste his night away in a good book being that he held no real interest in all of the art that was set out before him. Shane was completely different. He couldn't think of a minute where he wouldn't be wondering around the entire museum taking in everything over and over again.

After those first couple nights, Shane found that the existing gaurd had finally resigned so this was his post now for as long as he wanted it. He ushered out the last few guests and locked up the doors. Then he proceeded to make his first rounds checking on everything. There were a few pieces that he noticed from going through the museum since his first night that he just couldn't take his eyes off of when he passed by. One piece in particular was a painting of a young girl sitting in a wooden chair with her legs pulled up. Their wasn't very much that was artisitic about it. It was more so that the subject in the painting always appeared to look so real.

Shane completed his first rounds and went back to the main desk to note his reports and sit for a few before he would get up again and just have his night of casually strolling through the building's entirety. He finished his reports and stood up to take his walk. He went through a few rooms and began coming to the room where the "realistic" painting was hanging. He noticed through the skylight that there was an eery monlight glow falling across the room this particular night. So strange and beautiful at the same time. He kept walking closer to the doorway leading in.

As the museum shut down and everyone existed the building, the painting, or the women seemed to become that much more life like. As if you could just reach your hand out, running it against the painting, and feel her soft skin. Slowly, minute by minutes, the girl became that much more realistic. When the air in the building blew through the room, her hair actually moving slightly.

It was only around 12 o'clock, when the plants were all perfectly alined, that the painting actually began to glow slightly around the edges. The young girl in the painting blinked before it was as if she were thrown from the rest of the unmoving picture. She fell from the chair and off the edge of the painting, tripping over the rim before falling to the museum floor with a rather loud smack, but she had managed to hold her hands out in front of her so her face didn't hit the floor, only her body.

"Ouch," Gently, she pushed herself up so she was sitting on her knees and wrapped her arms around now exposed, rather large chest. "Mr. Jolvia, l-" she stopped and looked around the room she was now in. It was the cabin she had woke up in earlier. ln fact, she couldn't remember ever walking into a place so... beautiful! Her eyes scanned the empty room, running over the paintings on the wall before looking behind her, at the panting she was just in.

"Wha-" She slowly stood up, keeping her eyes on the painting, seeing the very familiar setting. "The cabin." She was about to walk over to it, but the sound of someone coming towards the room, made her freeze. Maybe it was Jolvia. "Sir?" She called out, as she looked around for sometging better to cover herself with besides her hand, but coming up short. "Jolvia? Do you have my dress?... Or now where we are?"

As he walked closer to the doorway leading into the room, he heard a thud. It sounded as if something had fallen at hit the floor. Usually a pretty calm guy, this sound make him stop in his tracks. He was sure he had escorted the last of the visitors out. Could someone still be inside after all this time that he had missed? Oh hell what if there were thieves in the museum trying to steal some painting or artifact. Time to rely on his training and do what his job called for.

He reached down and unfastened the button on his sidearm as he began to slowly take steps towards the room. Trying to be quiet to not scare off who was in there so that he could catch them in the act. Just as he neared the door and was about to step through he heard a females voice calling out for some Jolvia. Oh god, there's more than one. He had no chouce but to stop them from what they were doing.

He turned with his back to the wall just outside of the door and pulled his sidearm from its holster hoding it to protect himself in case who he thought were thieves were armed as well. "This is officer Williams. The building is locked down. You have no way out. I am armed and I will use whatever means I have to stop you. Who are you?"

She walked towards the doorway when he didn't answer right away. She opened her mouth to ask him about her clothes again. On top of it being a bit chilly in here, she wasn't the type that enjoying walking around without clothes on. She knew it was a bad idea taking her clothes off for this man, but he seemed so nice and he gave her such nice complements. She should have known better.

When the man spoke up, she froze, hearing a deeper voice them that pf Jolvia "Locked down?" She mumbled, cocking her head to the side before looking around once more and gasping. "Oh god, am l in your house?" She asked quickly, truely confused now. She had been sitting on the chair, Jolvia had been painting her. Now she was in some rich mans house. None of this made sense!

"l'm sorry! I-l'm Bella!" she answered, "l was getting my picture done and then... l don't know. Now l'm standing in the middle of some picture filled room." She told him, frowning a bit. It sounded like she was some confused girl. "Look, l need help. l need to try to get home before my mother starts to worry. Could you please just get me a dress?" Bella asked as she moved one of her hands down to cover her womenhood. "I wont hurt you." she added quickly, hoping that whatever weapon he may have, he would lower it.

He continued to stand at the door listening as she asked about being in his house. 'What was she talking about his house? She broke in here. She knew good and well this was no house.' he thought to himself. Then he finally heard her tell him her name and while he was a tad bit nervous not knowing exactly what was around the corner he didn't really pay attention to the other things she said until he heard her say that she wouldn't hurt him. Listening to her voice she sounded like such a young girl. 'Was she a visitor that was just left behind from her group and didn't realize when the museum closed?' he thought again to himself. Whatever her case may be, he was going to find out.

"Listen to me. I have my gun. And I will use it on you if I feel threatened in any way. I am going to come around this corner with my gun raised. If you are hiding behind any statues, you need to come out and stand in the middle of the floor. Do not move and do not make any sudden movements until I say so. Do you understand me?"

She listened to him as he told her what she was to do, after he told her what he was holding. "A gun?" She thought, trying hard to figure out what that migt be. A sword, yes. Now that she'd heard of, but never a gun. Still, she didn't want to figure out by him using it on her. Slowly, she moved over to the middle of the room, making sure to keep herself covered so when he did come in he was not to see anything. Well, nothing to private at least. There was nothing she could do about the rest of her bare body.

"I understand." she mumbled as she came to a stop and faced the doorway. "l wont move, but can you answer me a question? l was with a man named Jolvia. He's about 45 to 50. He had long black hair with shades of grey and his eyes are really dark. Can you tell me if you say any man like that?" Bella asked him softly. "He really needs to answers l have, sir Williams." She added as she crossed her left leg behind her right, waiting for him to come in.

He steeled his nerves and stepped away from the wall. He began taking a slow step forward and held the gun out in front of him sticking it around the corner and slowly bringing his head around. He scanned the room and saw no one hiding anywhere behind the few statues that were there. He moved further into the doorway and began turning to where he heard the young girl's voice. He began tking a few more steps into the room still with his pistol in front of him and then his eyes fell upon the young girl. 'Oh god she was absolutely gorgeous and she was.....naked?' he thought to himself.

He stopped and looked at her for a moment standing there in all her glory trying to cover her nakedness the best she could. He stood mesmerized for a moment simply staring at her then slowly lowered the gun down to his side.

"Uhhh ma'am....first....why are you in this museum naked?" Forgetting the questions she had asked him for a moment taking in the sight of her.

She watched the man as he slowly walked around into the room, looking around the room for... something. Her eye was drawn to what he was holding though. Her head tilted to the left, trying to figure out what exactly it was and how it would cause her any pain. Sure, if he hit her with it, yeah, but he'd have to get pretty close or have a great aim. When he finally looked at her, she nervously smiled back, her eyes flashing down at the gun her held before looking back up at him.

When he finally lowered the weapon down, she looked at just his face, seeing his eyes run over her. Slowly, her face turned red. "I lost my dress." She mumbled before she looked around... "And l think l lost my mind." she turned to him, trying not to sound to weird. "Look sir, l'm sorry for being in your... museum, but l wasn't a while ago. I was in this mans house. Jolvia's house actually. He was painting me." She explained.

"Could you just... l don't know... Do you have a dress anywhere? Or something to help cover my body with?" She asked him, biting her bottom lip nervously. "And then tell me where l am. My mothers probably freaking out right now, sir. l am sorry for scaring you, but l really need to get home."

He looked down and slipped the pistol back into his holster once he saw there was no threat. Hell, it was just this naked girl....errr...beautiful naked girl....and nobody else that he could see around with any weapons. His mind also began calling back the questions she had asked him before he came in.

"Uhh...you said your name was Bella correct?? Well Bella, this situation I must admit seems to be pretty strange for me as well. The museum has been clsed for a couple hours now and I made the rounds myself. While I suppose I clearly missed you begin here, there is no older, gray haired man named Jolvia around....much less having a studio set up to where he would be painting someone here. And if the last thing you remember was being in a man's house and then here then we clearly have another case. Maybe you were drugged and he droppde you off here."

He began taking a couple slow steps towards her while he slid his uniform coat off and he walked up and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I'm sorry I have no dress anwhere. This is the best I can do for now. Come with me to the security desk and we'll see if we can figure out what exactly is going on here."

He turned from here and began walking and motioned for her to follow him. He glanced around the room again and his eyes fell on the painting. He glanced at first then looked harder. "Different. Holy shit." He walked over and ran his hand down the surface of the painting then turned and looked at Bella. He thought out loud 'this is im-fucking-possible'. He turned again to the painting still showing the inside of the house around the borders but the girl that had been in the painting was now standing on the floor behind him. He turned back to her. "Bella, you said you remember being in a man's house before here. what exactly do you remember about how you got into this room?"

Bella took a nervous sep back as he moved towards her. Sure, the weapon he was holding was gone, but this guy looked like he could easy over power her. "There has to be someone else here. He was standing right in front of me a few minutes ago." She explained to him. "He wouldn't have drugged me either. He was... a older man. There's nothing he could gain from me being rugged and even if I was, why would he have brought me to this place?"

The house had been surrounded by woods. If he did in fact want to get rid of her, e would have taken her out there, somewhere far away from his house. She highly doubted he would waste his time sneaking into a place too drop her off. "If your right though, wouldn't someone have seen him bring me in here? Or is it normal for a man to carry a naked women into this musuem?"

When he placed his jacket on her shoulders, she moved her hands from covering herself and instead slid them into the sleeves, then pulled the jacket closed. It wasn't a dress, but it was doing a lot better at covering her then she was doing a few minutes ago. "Thank you, sir. This'll help." She said with a small smile before he told her to follow her so they could figure out what was going on. She was okay with that.

As he started walking, she looked down at the jacket and started to button it up so she could have her hands free. She was about halfway up her body when William's voice made her come to a stop and look at him curiously. She watched him as he walked up to the painting she had been staring at only moments ago. When he turned back to her, she raised a brow questionably. "Ummm," she looked at the painting for a moment before looking back at him. Obviosuly she wasn't the only one that found something odd about it.

"The last thing I remember is... sitting in a chair, then someone pushed me or I lost my balance. I fell out of the chair and onto the floor. nstead of being in that mans house though, I was here." She told him, shrugging her shoulders a bit as she did. "That's the last thing I remember. Why?" She asked.

He listened to her recounting the events that led to her being in the museum but it al just sounded so weird. He looked at her then turned back to the painting and rubbed his fingertips over where she had been sitting in the painting. He dropped his hand then looked down at his fingers. "This is impossible." He realized he had said the same thing a minute ago but he had no other words to express his confusion over what was going on.

He looked up at Bella and began taking steps towards her. He stopped once he was standing directly in front of her. "Please don't be afraid I just want to see something." He slowly reached up and rubbed his fingers over her cheek. Not really knowing what he was expecting to feel...maybe that her skin would simply feel like the canvas that she was painted on....maybe not. His fingers brushed over her soft skin and he stopped with his hand on her shoulder. "Well ok now this is even stranger. You have been in this painting. I know because I have looked at you every day for the past week. But now you're here in front of me and no longer in there. I have got to be dreaming this shit."

He dropped his hand. "Come on with me. I want to see something." They walked towards the security desk and once there he sat in front of the security cameras and began to rewind the footage in that exhibit room. He watched the video and seen that there had been two guys at the painting just before closing. Those were the only leads he may have to getting this sorted out. He pulled down the guest book with only hopes that they may have signed in and possibly out. His fingers ran over the pages....there....Jake and Tyler...the last two guys to leave that night. He looked up their first and last names and got the number. Then he turned to Bella. "These two guys may be our only shot at figuring out what's going on."

He dialed the number and clearly woke someone up. Speaking to them he found out he was talking to Tyler and he described the painting in question and asked what he knew about it. Tyler recanted the same old story that he had covered earlier that day and then they disconnected. Shane sat back shaking his head then rubbed both his hands over his head. "Unbelievable."