Chapter Two.

Chapter 2



She emits a soft groan, raising a hand to press her palm softly to her throbbing neck to find out that it was a combination of two small wounds, “What the..” She slowly sits up, being light-headed and fully dressed in what she had been before. It was dark in the room she was in and she takes a couple of seconds to remember what had happened. She raises one of her hands and runs her fingertips over her neck, remembering where he had teased her exceptionally well and soon gently rubs her eyes, allowing them to focus. She gently slides her legs across what she finds to be a bed, her feet finding the ground, having to soft sounds as she looks over the room, finding it more of an old Victorian style.

Her electric eyes scan the room; a wardrobe lay across the room, a door opposite to the bed, and anther door off to her right. She slowly slips from the bed, careful as she tests the first door that had caught her eyes, finding it locked, she softly curses. That was probably the only way out. She slowly walks to the other door, opening it to find it being a fairly large bathroom. Her eyes failed to show her where the light switches or lamps were, so she retreats back to the bed and pulls off her heels, sitting on the bed, her knees being drawn lightly to her chest as she rests her chin to them.

What had she done to deserve such a fate? To be locked in a room that has no windows and no means of which to learn about the time or anything else. She softly sighs, wondering what her two younger brothers were up to, and how she had left them…




“GET OUT OF MY FACE!” Her shrill tone is used in the only way it’s known to around her home.

“MAKE ME!” Sane, a small frame of a thirteen year old shouts at her, backed up by the older version of him who of which is sixteen. They both had short, fiery orange hair and bluish eyes. They also had freckles, the older one being over weight, while Sane was fairly slim.

“YEAH! MAKE HIM! YOU’VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE HIM DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!” Kenai shouts in return.

“I HAVE NOT! STOP LYING AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM OR I’LL HURT YOU!” An empty threat and they knew it.

“GET A LIFE!” Kenai and Sane shout together.

“I HAVE ONE!” She nearly screams in return.

Sane replied, “I MEANT A GOOD ONE!”

She was thrown into a state of shock and pain to the lack of a decent, true reply. Her result was slamming her door as loudly as possible, blocking them from her sight. She sharply turns around and presses her back against the door in time to hear a third voice shouting, at her, and she tenses as she begins to listen. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! CALM THE FUCK DOWN, BITCH!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN OR YOU’RE GOING TO BE FUCKING KICKED FROM THE FUCKING HOUSE, BITCH!” Her mother, Jana screams at her from the confines of her own room.

She clutches tightly to the carpeted ground as a few heated streaks riding her jawline as her eyes tightly close, tuning her mother out. After silence was brought to the house, she stayed tensed for about forty minutes before standing up slowly and looked for Mr. Scuffles, and not finding the poor kitty she left her room in silence to fetch her cat.

Her path finally ended up in her brother’s room, her tone worn well as she inquires about poor Mr. Scuffles, Sane had said the door had been open when he got home, and the cat might’ve gotten outside. She merely sighed softly and left, regardless the fact it was dead night.




She lightly shakes her head, having gotten lost in the memory to realize an extra presence. A warm, sleek tear trails her jawline as she looks towards the presence, her electric eyes meeting with the recognizable tainted blue eyes.

The male from before stands in silence at her side, then moves forward and sits at her side before moving forward to brush away her stray tears and she recoils from his touch and he looks to her. “So much pain they have given you, dear Mari. Too much, in fact. But I suppose you might want a change of topic?” His tone was unchanged, always a cool whisper.

“Who are you? And where have you taken me?” She asks, her tone uneven, but she now failed to care anymore.

He smirks and watches her, “You can call me Sylvan, and let’s just say you’re far from home, alright? Really far from that place you called home…” His tone dropped.

“..I’m really that far?...” She asks softly.

“Yes, Mari. You are, and I don’t exactly plan to let you go back home, either. You do realize that?” His tone was even as he watches for her reaction.

“Why can’t I go back home? Are you some kind of rapist criminal who’s going to have your fun until you get bored, then dispose of me?” She asks, although she wasn’t so sure she was correct in the accusation, more sarcasm then she really needed, although she did want an answer..

“Rapist criminal?” He laughs, seeming to be halfheartedly. “Dear Mari, that’s the last I am. Trust me. My intentions for you are much more.. Developed. Let’s say it they have been preplanned.” His laugh once again ripples from his frame, to a lighter sense. She tenses to his laughter, her arms wrapping over her stomach, so both palms gently rest to her sides, having them to her light hold as her knees remain up. “Oh my dear, teasing Mari. You have no needs to worry, for you can understand in due time. You’ve been out cold all day, are you hungry?” He asks, gently.

“Even if I am, I’m not going to take anything from you. You’ve probably poisoned it or something.” She speaks lightly, with a false confidence that she knew he could see through.

“Why would I poison you, my dear Mari? It took so long to get you here, as I have been watching you for such a while.” He replies coolly, yet not harshly.

“I… I don’t know…” She spoke softly, no longer holding any resistance to him, like before.

“Now, are you hungry, my Mari?” He asks again, seeming to expect a positive answer.

“A.. Little.” She finally replies with a soft sigh.

“Then it’s a good thing I sent Chives to go get food you could eat. Let’s go.” He slowly slips from the bed and offers one of his pallid hands to help her up. She merely straightens on her own, standing at his side as she waits for his lead. “Very well then…” He says softly as he moves forward and opens the door, shutting the door after she follows.

He leads her through a variety of well furbished halls, all great in their own manner. He finally opens a door that leads into the greatly sized dining room. It was huge, the table was about one chair thick, yet at least twenty long, he lead her to one of the side places, sitting to the head chair that was in scripted with old fashion insignias, the entire area having such an old fashion to them.

“Chives!” He spoke sharply, suddenly, his voice echoing in the great room, reverberating across the walls and back to them before there is a feeble, soft reply.

“Yes Master Sylvan?” The shaking, weak frame of an older man enters the room, clutching his hands with one another as if he was afraid to lose one of them. The man wears a worn tuxedo giving no signs of particular interest in her, only Sylvan.

“You know what to give me, and get our guest something that doesn’t contain any fish. Something from what you bought while I was resting. Understood?” He speaks clearly, and lightly to the one he called Chives, leaving her to be silent. Her only preferences of food having been spoken by Sylvan to Chives, in the short conversation. Perhaps he had watched her a while…

“Yes Master. Of course.” Chives coolly replies, his dull green eyes meeting her gaze with a reluctant sense of displeasure. She shifts her gaze, not able to hold his gaze for some reason and she merely hears him leave, silence following the soft closing of the door.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a little possessive, as he has been here for quite some time now.” Sylvan says gently, capturing her attention as she looks up to him, met with a light smile. She softly smiles in return and merely nods, unable to think of a proper reply. Although she didn’t have to, as he soon kept speaking, “Chives has kept watch over me for years upon years… He came after my father departed from this world, unable to bear his burden of life. He gave me his home and burdens, offered an escape for me as well. Yet I chose to stay alive and face what the world set out for me, regardless what it turned out to actually be.” He softly releases a sigh; his frame relaxing against the chair as the door gently opens once again.

“Master Sylvan, the food for the Mistress is ready, as for your meal.” The man says softly, before moving forward with a light step, balancing a dish of an array of meats and fruits, each finely cut and finely arrayed precisely to what pleased sight as well as it looked like it would taste.

“Yes, then please serve our honored guest and myself, Chives.” He says gently, and Chives sets out to do as much, his musty green eyes never leaving her frame as he sets the plate before her, and a glass of some kind of wine, giving Sylvan only a tall glass of what appeared to be a thick crimson substance that she lead herself to be some kind of thick red wine. Chives shortly returns to Sylvan’s side, bowing deeply.

“Dinner is served, Master Sylvan. Anything else?” Chives asks as he rises.

“Not now, Chives.” Sylvan returns coolly, his gaze slipping from Chives as he soon looks to her. “You can eat; he hasn’t done anything to your food, Mari. If he has, I would know. Trust me.” He says gently, coaxing her to eat, and she soon complies, eating in a chilling silence. Naturally, she takes small bites and nibbles, not eating very much at all, never having had much of an appetite. Once she was finished, Chives returned and took her plate away then refills her glass with one thing, Sylvan’s with another. After he leaves from the room, Sylvan’s attention finally returns to her, although it had been to her the entire time as she had eaten.

“..Yes?...” She asks gently, not knowing how she is supposed to reply.

“Hmm?.. Oh, are you done?” He asks, almost saying something else, yet holding back.

“Huh? Oh, yeah… I am.” She replies lightly, slightly unnerved.

“Then come on.” He slowly rises, helping her up before leading her by the hand from the room, Chives entering to take the glasses that they left behind. “You can rest, as I do believe you may be tired.” He says as he soon releases her hand, opening the door to the room that seemed to be hers. “Just sleep for now, and when you wake Chives will show you around the castle.” With that he draws back and closes the door gently, the click of the lock heard and his footsteps shortly afterwards.