What's Hidden Beneath..

[Sweetp4u]

name: Christy Barron
age: 26
Description: 5'5" 120, brown hair, brown eyes. Mousey in appearence... Librarian/Restoration

ic: I had been chosen by an unnamed person to come to his home in Scotland and organize his family’s library, restore what was needed and return home three months to the very day I arrived. Odd requirements were listed for this job, but the pay was exceptional and would get me closer to my own home. I had agreed, a little uncertain about it, but it was just a job. Or was it?

Two night's away from my scheduled flight I began to have dreams. One would say wet dreams that kept waking me up throughout the night. Hot wet sweaty dreams that made very little sense and some man without a face kept calling to me. Nightly I would dream of things I had never thought of before, and had only dreamed of. Not many men would actually stop and look at a librarian nor take the time to get into her baggy clothes.
This suited me just fine, but a small part of me longed for something a little more than what was the norm for me.

So here I was sitting in Scotland, my first night here wondering who in this day and age lived in such a large castle in the middle of no where.. And why did he contract an American woman to come and do this job many here were capable of?

I looked down at the letter the owner had left for me. I had free run of the house and grounds, I was not restricted to any place nor required to work long hours. "only as often as I felt was needed".. Ok who was this guy? I wasn't allowed in the attic or the cellar's, they were unstable so it said. Why would I ever wish to enter those places? i was allowed to stay in the west wing, the east wing was for family only. Funny thing was the butler told me the "master" was single. Shaking my head, I began to walk back down the rise and towards the dark castle.. Who would have guessed people still lived in these structures? I would have thought some historical foundation had bid to buy this place by now, but from what I was told, this castle remained in the family never to be sold.
Eccentric and a little different, I was still determined to take this job and keep it for the three months. I took my job seriously nothing would deter me. Even if I was warned the "master" was moody and often kept to himself.



ooc: Dont know where this is going, just popped into my head last week. I would like someone/ others to join I haven't written alot with before. A little bit of a challenge, not just a 'jump inthe bed' thread. Bold as brass and sassy as I am Who knows where this one will go Sp

another note: Need a male to take on the 'owner' of this castle who has to have a 'bad boy' attitude

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I rode the borrowed horse back to the stables and took my time settling him down for the night. This place was peaceful and I could easily fall in love with the green hills all around me. Knowing I had no choice but to go back in the three months, I felt a little sad but it was reality.
I heard a horse knicker near by and turned my head. Just coming inside the stables was a very tall dark looking man atop the blackest horse I had ever seen. My eyes met his briefly and I turned away. A stable hand or something from the looks of his attire, deffinately didn't look scottish to me.. Weren't all scot's red haired or something? It was pressumptuous to think that, but I paid him no heed.
A little shy and in new surroundings, I kept my back to him the entire time he was unsaddling that huge beast. I felt a little rude for saying nothing and turned back to greet the stable hand.
"He...." hello died on my lips for the stranger was gone. As quickly as he had arrived he had vanished. All well.. I would ask the owner of this place once I met the old man. Again I was assuming the owner was an elderly man, who younger would think to restore books?
Brushing off my thoughts again retreating into myself, I made my way back into the castle. The butler stood near by, as if knowing when I would enter, and opened the door. So wrapped in my thoughts I didn't comment on this, and made my way upstairs into my temporary room.
The butler followed me up with a candle and again showed me the way down these long corridoors.
"Is the owner in?"
"He came in just before you Madam."
"May I see him?"
"I am afraid not Madam. He is tired from his long day. Perhaps tomorrow." He answered me quietly.
"Thank you." He bowed and left the room. I was still a little stunned, who had butler's??
Sleep finally claimed me, and I knew tomorrow would start the fun of restoring this man's collection.


ooc: Poohlive has taken the male role as the castle owner.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Sleep did not come easily this first night in a strange place. I kept feeling like someone was watching me, waiting for me to close my eyes so he or she could pounce.
It was stupid and nonsense but I kept feeling that familiar sensation race up and down my spine. That fear that paralizes you to the spot and you are afraid to even breath deeply... Someone might hear if I did.
Snuggling down deep into the feather matress, I tried to remember i was an adult, and there was no such thing as the boogey man. After a few hours of tossing and turning I finally fell into a fitful sleep, my mind taking me to places I wouldn't normally go...

I was walking along a stone path outside the castle walls, heading towards this forrest. Why I was out here in the middle of the night wasn't on my mind, but the thought I was being chased was. Tears streaked my face as the noises grew louder and longer, a lone wolf howling in the night and rappidly falling foot steps coming up behind me. When I turned to look, no one was there, but the fear was still inside me. I tried to ask, "Who's there?" but no sound came from my lips. I felt like i was choking, I couldn't even utter a scream. My heart raced steadily in my breast, harder and faster until something whispered in my ear, "Run Christy.. Ruuuuuuuuun!" The fearsome growl scared me shitless and I turned to run. the only problem was my feet would not obey my mind and moved sluggishly forward.
I cried out again, "Someone?! help me!?" But nothing again came out. slowly my feet felt less like lead and began to move, and move I did. Running faster and faster, The forrest never getting closer, I felt something breath on the back of my neck, a twisted laugh echoed in my mind as two hands grabbed me from behind and held me from the ground.
"You didn't run! You should have ran away Christy.. now you're mine!" His foul smelling breath waft over my face, gagging me, his hands tightened on my arms painfully as I was jerked back against this unseen person. His hand trapped both of mine before me and I sobbed out, "Please dont h-hurt me!" Thrashing, i tried to fight him, but all he did was laugh and coo in my ear, "yes fight! Fight me!" he was loving this struggle and I was giving it to him.
His hands gripped my gown I was wearing, how did I get into this gown? Shaking, I felt like I was going to faint, "this is just a dream, this is just a dream!" I kept saying to myself, knowing I needed to wake up.
"This, my love, is a nightmare!" He growled in my ear as his claws dug into my wrists. A scream erupted from my throat...

Sitting up in bed, my hands went to my neck where I felt his touch and my eyes shot down to my wrists. Nothing.
"oh god that was freaky!" I mumbled into the darkness of the room. These dreams were getting more and more insane every single night. More and more horrific in nature. I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp and my eyes darted to every corner of the room. I was alone, no one was with me, and yet I still felt that breath hitting my neck.
Shaking a little, I laid down on my back and stared up at the cieling above me.. What was wrong with me?! No more King books for me!

 

[poohlive]

His dark locks of hair swept from side to side, for a moment blocking his view of the painting before him. He leaned to the side, farther than he had wanted to, and drunkenly eased his weird position.
He grabbed for the wall, steadying himself. Bloodshot eyes looked at the wall before him, the oiled canvas, now just a blur under the tangles of raven black hair.
Hie other hand, holding a glass of brandy came up, swiping away the hair from his face, and once more he stared at the woman in the painting.
She stared back, her eyes piercing into his. The woman wore a simple dress, fit for the time of the painting, but still one could not take away the beauty under it. She seemed to dance with sexuality.
Drake raised his glass to her, "Soon, my precious... soon."
He downed the rest of it, finding his way over to the bed. The glass crashed to the floor, sending shards and ice dancing across the floor, but the Lord didn't care.
He was already in a drunken sleep, awaiting the next morning. When things would begin. His last thoughts were on the woman in the painting and her constant stare at him.
She was too beautiful.
Things would begin.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I awoke to a light tapping on my door. Sitting up in bed, I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. I hadn't slept well at all last night, too much horror stories read or something.
"enter" I half yawned half called out. Lifting my blankets to cover my night gown, I watched as the butler arrived with a breakfast tray. a bowl of fresh fruit, some coffee and some toast, as I had asked for.
"Breakfast Madam."
"Thank you." I whispered, why would he bring it to me here though I wondered?
"My Lord isn't wel this morning and requested, once you were ready, that I show you to the library."
"Alright, I will be down shortly then."
He bowed and left as silently as he came. I hurried and ate my breastfast, thinking I had over slept until my eyes fell on the alarm clock.
"My god!" It was barely seven a.m.! Why in gods name was he waking me at this hour?! Normal working hours were nine to five. Hell I was in another country, perhaps this was what was required here? Yawning, I ate a little and set the tray aside. Climbing out of bed, I dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, finding my reading glasses and my box of repair items, I walked down the long hallway and down the stairs.
The butler, which was what I duely named him now since he didnt introduce himself to me, was waiting.
"This way Madam.." He waved out his hand and started forward. Down another hallway and through a set of double doors.
Walking inside, I was expecting a small library, a personal private collection, nothing huge. Boy was I mistaken!
The ceiling was vaulted, at least twenty or more feet up into the dome shaped glass roof. The room was rounded as were the book cases. I was awed by the beauty of this room, never had I seen the likeness. The stained glass pictorals were breath taking.
"This way to the desk you requested.." Hes words interrupting my awe of the view above. I glanced around. Solidly wall to wall was nothing but books. From floor to nearly the very top was more books. There was a set of iron stairs going up to the second level, from what I could see it went all the way around the room in a circle and had what looked like oak bannisters. Ladders on rollers were on both levels and a huge desk sat in the very center of the room.
"This is were I am to work?"
"Yes madam."
"repairing which ones?"
"all that need it madam." his crisp reply ruffled me a little but I held my tongue.
"I see....." I tried to accept this, but I didn't. I hadnt brought that much supply with me?!
"The Lord also sent away for whatever he was told you might need, and you will find it all in those boxes below the window.." He pointed them out.
Two large bay windows were the only break in the books, they stood about eight feet high and three across each, just behind the desk.
Nodding I walked to the desk and sat my box down. My eyes still taking it all in. This was a huge collection! I couldnt even fathome what was in here?
"Anything else madam?"
"What? Oh. Umm Could you bring me something to eat about lunch time please?"
"Yes Madam. Will that be all?"
I nodded my head and the quiet man was gone. I wanted to groan with frustration, and them jump with joy at this collection I would have the priveledge of restoring and reading. Perhaps not thurough reading but peeks here and there.
Smiling I sat down at the desk and glanced around.
"Best get busy Christy!" jumping up, I walked to the nearest shelf and started going through the books. Taking out three at a time, I would then go to the desk and get busy. I worked all through the day until Lunch came.
Sitting down, I pushed things out of my way and picked at the finger sandwhiches. First edition, first printings were everywhere! I was so enthralled with this and what I was getting a chance to see, I would have easily done this job for free!
But I wouldn't tell the "master" that, Nope, let him think I did this for whatever reasons, as long as he didnt know I was falling in love with his library.

 

[poohlive]

Drake finished with his breakfast, pushing the plates past him. The small lake was a mere hike from the castle, but it was worth it to see the morning sun glance off of the ripples. Somewhere along the banks, a fish jumped, trying to see the beauty for itself.
"Manson," he called, as a man came forward.
"Yes sir," the man grabbed his empty plate, waiting for his orders.
"Ask her if anything more is needed, and then go to town for supplies. Here is a list."
He handed the man a few things that were needed. Most were usual, although eccentric. There were just things he needed. However, a few of them stood out greatly. Manson, however, didn't show a bit of interest.
"Yes sir."
Excellent. He got up, mounting on top of his horse. He had woken up late today, and was already late for a few of his tasks. His writing would have to be delayed.
"Make it is ready."
With a kick to the horse, he sped off.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Stretching back in the chair, I finally noticed the silence around me. Nothing could be heard inside the castle. No maids, no voices, no pets. This was very odd, but some how soothing too. Rising from my seat, I walked along the walls, fingers running over titled. Some did not have any, and upon further investigation they were journals of some kind. All in a neat row, marked only with a year date. Pulling one out of the middle, I opened it to a randome page and quickly scanned the page.
Nothing remotely interesting so far, just some man's day. Apparently from what I could gather was that this was the journals of the owner.
The manuscript was definately masculine, the words sorrowful in some places and anger in others. I felt like I was betraying someone and quickly shut the book. Replacing it on the shelf, I wandered to the doors.
Opening them widely I glanced down the hall both left and right. No one in sight, not a single soul. I felt a little weird at that, but I shook it off. Nothing to be afraid of, just a quiet home. A little strange in this day and age too. Not even a television set was blaring.
Stepping out into the hall, I walked out to the foyer. "Hello?" No answer. I turned to head up the stairs when the front door opened and in stepped the butler once again.
"Good day madam." He said in a strange tone of voice. One that sounded like he was scolding a child, not an adult. I hadn't been up to anything, so why the look?
"I was sent to ask if you needed more supplies before heading into town?"
"Oh, well yes. I need some more binding material and glue. Make sure to ask for the non-acid glue, I do not want the pages yellowing with age." I smiled warmly, trying hard to be friendly, but all he did was give me another stern look and turn to go.
"Remember madam. No attic, basement and no entering the east wing." The door shut on his warning, and I was tempted to stalk outside and yell at him for assuming I would break those rules. Of all the nerve!
Shaking my head, I wandered back to the library and sat back down. I would get something to drink later, perhaps walk around some more. GLancing at the clock I knew I had another hour before I could really take a break, but I smiled with satisfaction at the job done so far. I had neatly bound and repaired twenty five books out of the hundred or so I had gone through already. Not bad for the first day.
Humming softly a slow love song I heard on the way here, I went back to work. Shortly after I started I heard the main door open and close once again. heavy footsteps echoed on the marble floors, but the person did not come this way. He or she was paused in the hallway. Shrugging, it was none of my business who came and went, I sat back down once again.
The computer had been dismantled so I could work on a clean surface but the old fashioned type writer stood in the corner on a smaller desk. Antique, definately worth something, but well taken care of and apparently used now and then. I had explored it earlier, just to see what and how it felt to the touch. Another thing that butler would probably groan about later. Smirking I was tempted to go exploring now and take the next hour off. I had three months after all.

 

[poohlive]

"How about this?" She stepped out, as the pink dress flowed perfectly around her. A wonderful low cut piece with perfect light lace and trim that would make any man drool over her.
She smiled, waiting for his approval. Drake only shook his head, pacing around the room.
"No, no, no. It's still too bright. And the flowers? Why aren't there any flowers? There are supposed to be flowers."
Her face looked hurt, but she moved back into the changing room, taking it off.
"Burn it," he hissed, walking from one side of the room to the other, "BURN IT!!! Get me something with flowers."
The small end table came crashing across the room, as Drake yelled out the last sentence again.
"SOMETHING WITH FLOWERS!!!"
"All right, all right," she was almost in tears now. In nothing but her underwear she came out to him, concern dancing in her eyes. He was now leaning far against the wall, pushing on it as hard as he could.
"She always wore flowers, she loved flowers."
The woman came over to him, putting her arm around his, "I know. I know she did, she looked good in flowers."
He nodded, as he slowly fell down to the floor, "She was an angel in flowers. It was what she always wore."
Crumpling to the floor, he thanked the woman for her time. She didn't leave though, she kept herself there, until he had composed himself.
"Flowers," she repeated, getting back into her old clothes and leaving once again. He nodded, and stayed in the room far after she had left.
God couldn't punish those who were already damned.
Getting to his feet, Drake decided it was time for a drink.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chrisy

Bored out of my mind, my back hurting from bending over these books, I righted myself and listened. I thought I had heard something but I had to be mistaken. I was alone here, apparently for awhile now.
Hell why was I not taking any breaks? Smiling I put my things away and walked straight out of the library. It was a nice sunny day, so I didn't bother taking my crocheted sweater with me. Walking down the hall, I knew there was a back yard exit somewhere around here? But where?
Slowly I walked along, heading deeper into the back of the castle, well it looked like the back since the front was the other way. Finding no door, I did find a set of stairs heading up. Why not? I thought. "It cant hurt to explore a little.." gripping the railing, I slowly climbed up the twisting stairway to the floor above. Not really having any idea where I was, I walked along the hallway. old pictures hung everywhere, armour here and there as well. Clean, free of dust, but definately aged. As was everything else in this castle so far.
It was quiet up here and dark, very few lights lit this wide open hallway. Turning to my left I wandered deeper along the floor. I stopped now and then to glance at pictures, wondering who each person was before moving onto the next.
I heard a sound, like something had fallen and nearly jumped out of my skin with fright. Yelping a little as I jumped I whirled around to gaze at a set of double doors. My heart thumped a wild beat in my breast as I moved slowly towards that door I heard the sounds coming from. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard muffled noises but couldnt make it out clearly through the thickness of the oak doors.
Odd, very odd, I wondered what was behind that door? I heard the handle turn and jumped back. A woman with very pretty eyes came out, her face streaked with tears. She gasped at the sight of me and excused herself. Gripping her bag in her hand, she ran down the hallway and vanished. She had left the door wide open, and I could see no one else inside?
Had I imagined that? Was there really A woman standing there a moment ago? tentively I put my hand on the door jamb and peeked inside. A man stood with his back to me, his head bent and pressing against the wall. Who was this? I paused a moment, I was in that forbidden east wing! I was in a place I shouldn't have been, I knew that now and quickly and quietly as possible backed up completely out of the room. Turning I started to slowly walk back the way I had come, certain that whoever was in the room would not apprieciate me being there. I didn't make it a few feet before I heard a voice behind me...

 

[poohlive]

"Is this not the east wing? Is this not the east wing?"
Drake came running up to her, grabbing her sharply by her arm and twisting her entire form to face him. He pushed her back up against one of the walls, holding onto her tightly. Much more tightly than any sort of comfort would allow.
"Is this not the east wing?" he repeated again, his eyes piercing into hers. Those dark brown windows gliding past her own eyes, trying to look into her very soul.
At that moment he let up, looking at what he was doing. No, no, this was all wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here, and he wasn't supposed ot od this.
Letting go of her, he walked back across the hall.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said. The words were muffled because of his hands, running down his face first up to his hair, going through the darkened locks, and then down over his chin.
Finally, he stopped, breathing hard. He was biting one of his fingernails, as if deciding what to do.
"Come on," he nodded down the stairs, "Let's get you back to work."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Fear paralized me to the spot. My heart sped up and my eyes grew wide as I looked up into a very angry set of eyes.
"I-I'm sorry.." I stammered. It was all I could get out of my mouth I was so frightened. His grip was tight, squeezing my upper arms and would definately leave marks if I wasn't mistaken. i should have known better, there was a reason to everything and I was careless and ignored it.
He let go and ran his hands over his face, but all I could do was stare at the floor. When he mentioned work, I made my legs move me forward, it was harder than I thought too. My heart still thumping loudly in my ears, I made no conversation with this man. I had no desire to even remain here another minute.. If it wasn't for the contract I would have fled and never looked back.
He was violent in nature, his actions just proving that to me.
Once we reached the landing and the hallway, I watched for the door to the library.
I couldnt even tell him it wouldn't happen again, I was so worried he would freak out on me once more. As the door was opened and held that way for me. I moved past him, head down cast, and inside the well lit room. My hands trembled, and I clenched them into fists to try and quell their shaking.
Inhaling deeply, I exhaled slowly, calm down Christy, I kept repeating to myself over and over. My mind firmly set to never get near this one again.

 

[poohlive]

Back down inside the library, his thoughts of her almost vanished. He walked up to one of the books that had been repaired, admiring it's handiwork. Dropping it, he moved along the shelves to the unfinished ones. Stopping, he picked out a certain book.
"This one... it's a good book. It's... it's. it's," he stammered for a moment, "Good. I liked it. Deep, you know. A good book."
He patted it as he put it back.
He stopped by the journals, noticing one of them wasn't in alignment. Carefully, he readjusted it. His eyes found hers, as he gave a mean stare for just a moment. Just long enough for her to know. He didn't go looking in her stuff, now did he?
Did he?
He should.
Once Porter got back, he'd make a note of it. Her things would have to be searched, why hadn't he thought of that earlier. Stupid of him. Stupid, stupid.
"You finding everything ok?" he walked up to her, perhaps a little closer than he should, especially considering their last encounter. He couldn't help but drink in her aroma. Before the hate had consumed him, but now, it was too powerful to resist. The smell of a woman, right here.
He moved his hands up to touch her, but stopped himself.
Not this one, not now.
He just stood there, drinking in her scent, and looking her over once more.
Still so many things to have answered.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I flinched back as his gaze met mine, that glare was filled with promises of repercutions of I so much as touched those journals again. I wasn't snooping dammit! I wanted to shout at him and tell him to fuck off, but I wouldnt dare ever in this life time to do such a thing.
I had to remember my place and my position here. I was just hired help, I needed this money to get my own apartment. So I would remain silent and say nothing.
He moved towards me, my eyes frightened a little came up to watch his hand lifting. I wasn't sure what to expect from him, a slap perhaps? Another shaking? I couldn't help myself, I flinched back from his touch and stepped back. His hand dropped before he could touch me and he turned his back once more on me.
Sighing with relief he moved away, I didn't let it escape too loudly and let him know I was relieved.
I eyed the book he had taken out and indicated he wanted repaired. I knew he wanted thema ll repaired, he told me so in the letter.. Why wasn't he recalling I was to fix them all?
"Yes sir." I finally found my voice, and damned if it didnt sound small and scared as I felt.
I backed away further, putting the desk between myself and him. Carefully watching him, but not high enough to see his upper body. Just his feet, incase he came towards me again.

 

[poohlive]

Drake walked around to the outer door, looking back at her for a single moment. The light catching her figure, sending shadows dancing across the walls behind her. For a moment, a single moment he thought it was really her, and she was back.
But no, she moved slightly, and the effect was gone.
"Don't.. dont, don't, don't," he scratched his head, unsure of what he was going to say, then it came to him, "Don't go in the east wing anymore. And, I'll get someone out here tomorrow to get your hair cut. Good day."
He closed the doors behind him, walking over to his den. It was time for that drink.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I nodded in agreement, i would never enter that place again. As he walked out he said something about getting my hair cut?
Not on his life would I cut off my long hair! He was insane, that's all there was to that.
I would have to stay completely away from him inorder to accomplish this job. No one ever told me the owner was insane!?
The butler came in and informed me dinner would be ready in an hour I could go and rest before then and get ready for supper.
"Get ready?"
"Yes Madam.. The dinners here are always formal. Do try and look like a lady.. Ok?" He turned and left as abruptly as that other raving lunatic had. Hands on hips I felt almost like i was trapped in a twilightzone movie with bad actors.
Shaking my head, i put my things away and walked out of the Library and straight upstairs to my room. I had to open a few doors to find mine, but I did eventually find it. I had an hour to dress and change, that didn't give me anytime for relaxing at all. Why was I eating down in the dining room anyways?
Stripping, I showered and dried in record time. Taking time to arrange my hair nicely, I put on a soft day dress with white roses. One of my favorites, I loved to wear this one nice places but not too fancy of occassion.
Walking downstairs, I silently crept past the den where light was coming from within. I had no desire to see him again, I hoped he wouldn't be dining with me tonight.
Walking into the dining room, the butler asked if I would like something to drink?
"white wine?" He nodded as if approving my choice, I wonder what he would have done if I had said something less lady like?
Shaking my head, I sat down and waited. For what, hell if I knew exactly. Perhaps the roof to cave in on me.

 

[poohlive]

Drake emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of white wine.
"Here.. here you go," he said, pouring her a glass. He sat down next to her, putting the wine on the table next to her.
"The chef, he made a few things to choose from. I didn't know what your favorite meal was. Was there something that you had in mind?"
He couldn't exactly make eye contact with her, but he tried to, every few seconds. His eyes wandering up her body, each time a little higher, until he decided against it, and looked over at something else entirely.
He himself had a brandy, filled with ice. He constantly sipped at it. He had gone through three of them before the dinner was over.
She was the one, he knew that now. Practically perfect in every way. He had to find out more about her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"I am sure whatever the chef has prepared is fine with me." I couldn't look at him, he still frightened me. I was unused to violence, and I felt any little thing I did might set him off again.
I hated feeling this way, I hated being afraid, but he was larger than I was and I was in the middle of no where with him.
"Thank you for the wine." I fell silent again, the food arrived and I played with it more than ate it. I was feeling too nervous to eat much and I felt a head ache coming on as well.
As soon as dinner was finished I rose from my chair, "Thank your chef, that was excellent. Good night Sir." I turned to go, escape him as soon as possible. The butler blocked my exit and I glared at him briefly before he spoke up to his 'master'.
"Drinks are waiting in the den my Lord." The butler turned without warning and took my arm, escorting me into the den and showing me a seat.
"It is rude to flee before the evening is out Madam.. Have a drink and meet your host before retiring. It is advice best heeded Madam." He bowed and left, my hands plastered to the arms of the chair as I waited for him to come into the den.
More drinks? Hadn't he drank enough with dinner? Sighing heavily, I halted all movement as I heard his foot steps approaching. It was darker in here than the dining room, i wasn't sure I liked this too well.

 

[poohlive]

Drake leaned against the outer wall, taking in her figure from the back. Perfect, with as small as she was. She would fit into everything just right. If he wasn't mistaken. He would have to take some of her clothes to be sure though.
He came right above her chair, hoveirng over her. His eyes peered into the back of her skull, as if he were looking for something. That hair.
It was really beginning to bother him. The stylist would be here tomorrow though, and things would get taken care of. Everything would get taken care of.
"Tell me," he said, moving over to the far side of the room, and fixing himself another glass of brandy, "Do you have any weird dreams?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I nearly jumped at the sound of his voice above me, I had not heard him enter. I was so shocked I was tensed up tighter than a strung bow. Relaxing a little into the chair, I nervously rubbed my hands over my thighs as I watched him come around the chair and over to the liquor cabnet.
"D-Dreams?" I stammered, sounding so utterly stupid it wasn't funny. Why would he ask me about dreams? Flushed a little at some of the dreams I had been having lately, I glanced down at my locked fingers instead of at him.
I couldn't even look at him long enough to gauge what he looked like. I was acting so silly, I wanted to slap myself silly. But no, I would just remain as calm as possible. If it was possible.
"I don't see.. Why dreams would be a matter to my job here?" I spoke up, but mousey and timidly as always.
He turned and I could feel his gaze pinning me to the chair. I didn't dare look up at him, not yet. I needed more back bone before I attempted to do just that.
I tried to search my mind for some other topic that would appease him to discuss but could not find a single subject. I was too worried about his displeasure than my own. By rights I should be demanding an appology for his behavior, but I would never do that. I hated being this way, I hated the fact I could not speak my mind to anyone at any time. Everyone walked all over me because I would not put my foot down.
Again I sighed heavily and waited to be excused like some disobidient child.

 

[poohlive]

Drake held his glass a little too tightly. It began shaking in his hand, on the verge of shattering. He eased up though, setting it down, but not before quite a big gulp.
"Everything has to do with your job here, everything. Your hair, your dreams, your thoughts, your sexuality. Everything. I can't have someone working for me, if I don't trust them."
He turned, walking across the room, and looking out the window. It was a dark starless night, except for the moon that was big and bright out there tonight. It casted it's light right through the panes, sending a dull blue light shimmering across his figure.
"It's all connected, everything. So, tell me about your dreams. Is He in them? Is He there? Taunting you, hurting you, touching you?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"I am afraid I dont understand the question Sir? He who?" I shivered, scared suddenly at my dreams and how they sounded like what he just described to me.
"I have had some.. nightmares.. and before coming here some other dreams.. Only had nightmares last night.." I fell silent. Why was my hair something important to this job? Why was I asking why? This guy was certifiably nuts!
"My nightmares and such never have actual people in them.. Well no one I can see anyways.." I fell silent as he continued to stare out the window instead of facing me.
"May I go to bed now? I am weary from working all day.."

 

[poohlive]

"Yes, in a minute, in a minute."
He continued to stare out into the night, as if searching for something. They only started this soon. It wouldn't be like him to affect her from such a distance. In fact, the only thing she would have felt was sexual.
That would have brought her here, and now that she is, he would try to get all the way into her psyche.
"Tell me what he does first, what happens in the nightmares."
He turned back to her, not looking at her, but nodding in her general direction as desperately tried to fix his hair for no reason.
"I need to know, it's important."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I nodded, trying to grasp his reasoning for wanting to know this, I debated whether or not I should lie to him. But I had a sinking feeling he would know I was lying and get riled once again.
"I am walking towards the woods, it's night. For some reason I am in a gown of some kind.. not a dress or anything modern but a gown. I dont really know what it looks like because I never look at it directly." I felt so stupid for telling this, flushing I searched my mind for the rest of the nightmare. Shivers raced up and down my back and arms, rubbing myself a little for comfort I went on, "I hear someone behind me, walking. But when I turn and look no one is there.. For some reason I get scared and start running, but the forest never gets any closer. Ummm He grabs me from behind and holds me against him, his breath foul and his hands hurt. He is laughing and begging me to fight him and to run from him. His hands dig into my skin, tearing a little until I bleed and when I scream from the sight I wake up..." I fell silent again, for some reason feeling as if I just woke up from it once more and terrified all over again.

 

[poohlive]

Drake nodded, moving closer to her now. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to get turned on by her telling the story.
He knelt next to her chair, and put his hand on her knee.
"I... I want to show you something, tomorrow. I think it's important that you know. Things aren't at all what they seem over here."
He leaned over to her, his lips barely touching her ear, as he whispered to her, "Nothing is what it seems. They don't want you to know, to find out, but I do. You need to know, we both do."
He moved up, pausing just for a moment to hold her in his arms, and then he moved back to the parlor, to fix hismelf another brandy.
"You may go to bed now. Get some rest, and start bright and early tomorrow. Tell no one of our conversation tonight. It's our little secret."
With that, he took an extra long drink.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"Oh ok, tell no one, gotcha." I couldn't help the sarcastic remark that escaped my lips there. Like anyone wuld believe this conversation anyways? more than likely I would be locked up for being insane!
And why did he have to go and touch me?! I fought hard not to cringe away, I was lucky he didn't hover longer. He frightened me more and more. With each passing minute I was more than ready to say screw this and go home!
Getting up, I quickly walked out of the den and up the stairs, finding my way to my room. Once inside, I bolted the doors and windows tightly. Checking everything to make sure I was safe and alone, I changed into my nightgown and crawled into bed.
I lay there just staring at the ceiling above me, wondering what kind of pyscho place had I come to?