Dark Heritage

[Vibro repairman]

Mark Hutchinson

As the final chime of the elegant grandfather clock stood in the hallway of the Hutchinson family estate mansion echoed away in the midnight hour, I paused once more on the landing, before making my way quietly down one of the flights of stairs that swept down to the floor below. I was sure I had heard voices from the library room, and had taken up my mobile phone and college baseball bat in case of intruders. Half way down, I heard spoken words again, a soft, glowing red light spilling out from beneath the library door.

"You know full well the bargain that was struck, and the price that was agreed upon. Now the payment is soon due, wench." The first voice was male, strong and firm.

"You cannot take them from me!" quailed a womans voice - which I readily identified as my mothers.

"They are mine to take. Though born of mortal flesh, my blood runs through their veins. I might commend the love you have developed for your children, but that is not in my nature, as you well knew, when you sought me out and courted my favour. You have retained much of the beauty you possessed when the bargain was made despite the passage of the years since, beauty which has ensnared many a wealth man into your black widows web."

"I will not let you take them! Thasi maliash zurnathi-"

The strange words my mother had begun to rapidly speak out were ended with what was obviously a strike of some kind.

"You dare to try the magic I taught you upon me?" came the mans voice, grown harsh. I was ready to run down the last steps before me and burst into the library, but something seemed to hold me back. "Our children have come of age. Their powers are ready to surface, and those powers I will harness. If you will not assist me in this, then I will give you this warning but once - do not interfere. I have other agents, mortal and otherwise, already in play."

The eldritch glow disappeared to be replaced by the steady light I knew to be of one of the libraries table lamps. The conversation had seemed to have ended, and I waited a minute or two further before descending the remainder of the steps, I eased open the library door, and stepped in. My mother was sat in one of the lounging chairs in the library, and she looked round startled at my entry. There was no sign of anyone else in the library.

"Are you alright mom?" I asked.

"Y-yes, what are you doing up?" she replied, regaining her composure swiftly.

"I thought I had heard voices, maybe burglars," I answered, propping my bat besides the door, deciding it best to refrain from saying what I had overheard.

"Oh... I was.. was just listening to one of the library book tapes," she said, gesturing to the tape player nearby, giving me a gentle smile. Quick, I thought. "You'd best go back to bed, it'll be an early morning with you and your sisters birthday party tommorrow."

"Sure, g'night mom," I said, picking up the bat once more and making my way out and back up the steps.

 

[Vibro repairman]

OOC : Bumping this up again. Characters could be agents of the Dark - the currently unnamed daemonlord who was summoned by Lady Hutchinson in the past (maybe younger black witches hoping to curry favours from the Dark), agents of the Light who have divined this occurence and hope to either prevent the Hutchinson siblings from gaining their powers or making sure those powers are turned to the side of good, friends of the family who will be attending the twins birthday party the next day etc.

 

[little_golden]

Janet moved through the halfway dressed in a tiny maid's costume. She had been a servant for three years and was currently dating one of the chauffeurs. Pretty with ample curves, reddish hair and a certain air made most men take a long second look. She had been hurrying from Johnny's room after a little sexual romp and the skimpy outfit showed off her ample breasts and a lot of your precious derriere.

She was one of the invisible staff that got a lot of attention from the other servants but none from the noble family that owned the estate and surrounding properties. Getting caught in the halls by the great lady could cost her her job. She hid when she heard voices and listened carefully.

It was a demonic voice and she crouched low and hide as she listened.

"This place is haunted!" she whispered to herself. She made the sign of the cross nervously.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Mark Hutchinson

The plush carpet on the stairs felt oddly cold beneath my bare feet as I ascended the last few steps to the barely moonlit landing above. The entrance hallway was definitely one of the colder places in the vast mansion I called home, and I regretted now just going down to investigate the voices I had heard in just my shorts, rubbing the goosebumps from my arms as I played the conversation as I best recalled it through my mind again.

"Our children have come of age. Their powers are ready to surface" the... person... my mother had been talking to had said. My father? He had died in a car accident whilst I was still in the womb with my twin sister. What, so now my mother was a witch, my father was actually some demon, and I was going to sprout horns or something? Goblins, faeries, bah, late night television is just giving your imagination a run around I inwardly scolded myself.

Still, something inside of me seemed to be inclined not to be so disbelieiving. As I mounted the final step, I heard a faintly whispered voice from around the corner, and took a couple of quickened footsteps to stand on the landing proper. One of the house maids was crouched besides a display cabinet, that housed a number of prize trophies and awards for golf, which had apparently been one of my fathers favourite pastimes. I shook an image of Lucifer in chequered brown and white trousers playing on a golf green out of my mind, though it probably brought a bemused smile to my face.

"What are you doing here?" I said, regarding her with what I hoped was stern authority... though I doubted my apparel was much suited to chastising the staff.

Before she answered, a soft voice seemed to whisper in my left ear she was getting a fucking from a chauffeur and an image of her doing as such drifted into my minds eye, grasping at the bedsheets, biting at her lower lip to stifle her would-be cries of passion. I felt the blood rushing to my loins and blinked to try and shake that image from my mind and adjust my eyes to the gloom. I found myself rid of the arousing erotic picture and instead presented with a rather deep-set cleavage that was no help at all in dousing my swiftly growing erection.

"Its... Jane?... yes?" I queried, bringing my gaze up to her pretty face.