Post by sasha on Jan 27, 2017 10:23:37 GMT -5
Covered with a thin layer of frost the empty twigs reached out toward the dark sky like bony fingers. The road looked dangerous, was, in fact, quite slippery, and Sasha was grateful for the mud&snow tires she was advised to purchase last time she visited the garage. Temperatures in Germany could fall pretty low and the government had made a law to ensure its citizens taking precautions whenever the weather forecast deemed it necessary. A bit of a nuisance for those living across the borders West from Germany, but rather efficient and better for the safety of everyone on the road. Hence, she didn’t complain.
Turning off the music she dimmed the lights while slowly rolling over the road toward the manor on the hill. It was more of a castle if Google Earth was correct. Somehow it was giving Sasha some flashbacks from reading Bram Stoker. She wondered if Mr. Von Wolfenstein would have a gray mustache, or sharp teeth – the thought brought forth a huge grin; she knew that she was being rather silly now. Vampires weren’t real, yet, ‘monsters’ were. Still, she wasn’t a monster, not a Hollow, she was a Quincy. The unfamiliar terms still tasted oddly in her mouth.
She pulled lightly at the steering wheel to park at the end of the road, slightly hiding her car behind the last lines of trees. Hopefully they would obscure the small silvery BMW from view. Not that there were any signs of life coming from the windows at this side of the road. Everything was deadly quiet when she climbed out of the car into the cold. Her woolen scarf of cherry red followed in a string as she pulled it from the passenger’s seat. Files were scattered across the leather; she had spent over a month looking for clues and directions to get some sort of trace of this mysterious man. It was a good thing he had various corporations, or tracking his whereabouts would have been even harder.
Royalty, she thought while exhaling. A cloud rose from her lips, it reminded her of the time she smoked. Only briefly, thankfully.
Gently closing the door, she locked the car before hiding the key inside of her inner pocket and started to walk across the huge lawn. Doing this left her in the open, but she figured that she could always lie about being lost if someone would come outside to confront her – should it turn out to be the former ‘King’, then things would hopefully go well.
Deciding to sneak around the enormous construction and familiarize herself with the area, she soon found herself looking at some small monument in the distance. There appeared to be a bench next to the two stony structures, and it took a moment for her to realize that those two stones might be graves.
“So much for being normal..” Sasha whispered to nobody in particular between two breaths. Of course she couldn’t help but to find the sight of graves in the backyard slightly disturbing. Why would you do that? Even if you had a backyard the size of Central Park, placing it close enough to be able to gaze at them from your bedroom window.. Macabre.
Shaking her head somewhat she tightened the scarf around her neck before quickening her pace. By now she was close toward the back of the building, walking near the wall with nerves burning with excitement and fear at the same time. Should they have dogs she was a dead woman, an alarm system wouldn’t be as bad – running away from rottweilers wasn’t something she desired to be doing anytime soon. It’s why she felt such a great amount of relief when she finally made it to the back of the building without anyone barking at her or trying to pierce her leg with teeth as sharp as knives.
Coming to a stop between a tall glass window and a large plant standing on the porch that elegantly flowed into a terrace, she took a deep breath and peered inside. Everything looked calm, quiet. Dead. For better or for worse nobody appeared to be around. Even if someone was sleeping somewhere in the castle, Sasha doubted they would notice her presence in the small kitchenette. Because, after fishing out the flashlight from her pocket, she was convinced that the place she was staring at was some sort of kitchen.
Alright, here goes nothing..
With the flashlight hidden back in her pocket, for now, she carefully put her palms on the glass before starting to slowly feed energy into it. Once half of the glass door was shimmering with a blue hue, she gently started to tug at the particles beneath the palms of her hands. They moved, soundlessly coming loose from the wood, plastic and whatever other material was surrounding the top side of the door, and slowly seeped into her hands. When the door was mostly gone, she quietly turned around and let it reform on the ground; a large chunk of glass laid on the porch now, while a gap big enough for her to climb to invited her to come into the kitchenette.
The thin beam of light slowly moved from the ground to the wall and then to the door which seemingly led to another hall. She wasn’t certain where she was because of this place being really huge. So far she’s been very quiet while wandering around the rooms, and her ears hadn’t picked up any sort of noises aside from the soft sounds every time she placed her sneakers onto the wooden floor. No alarm had gone off when Sasha had clambered through the gap in the glass she’s made, and no dogs had come running to bite her in the butt for breaking into the house of a King.
Former King.. not real royalty.., she calmed herself, unsure of what that truly meant.
Too many things were still unclear about this new world she found herself in. At least Calendrea had been kind enough to clear up some matters.. and then the other two Quincy have been quite helpful as well. She could hardly believe that moving to Japan had brought forth such a snowball effect, one she’s dreamed of for so long now. The worst about this was the fact that, apparently, quite some Quincy resided in Germany. A surprise to say the least. A country not even two hours driving from her home was filled with those like her; people with the ability to do more than their fellow humans.
Carefully turning around the corner she cautiously took a look at the stairs. It was empty. Curving to the side, the wide steps tempted her to check out the next floor – and that’s exactly what she did. Step for the step the young woman climbed the stairs in hopes to find something interesting. With every minute that passed she was becoming braver, especially because of the thin layer of dust she had seen on the counter. To Sasha it indicated that nobody was actually around the place, or at least hasn’t been in a while.
Crack-
The last step’s cry echoed through the house with the loudness of the thunder. Sasha’s heart almost leaped out of her chest. She froze, barely daring to breathe, but nothing happened. No movements upstairs, no voices, nothing at all. Remaining still for a couple of long moments, she even held her breath for the last couple of seconds to make sure that her ears weren’t betraying her.
Fortunately nobody was home, that she figured out for sure after quietly checking every room she could find. Going from one bedroom to the other, she made her way through some bathrooms and ended up in a beautifully furnished office. Books covered the ceiling tall closets of heavy wood. A huge desk was strategically placed next to the window which stretched all across the wall. Notes were spread across the desk, next to the keyboard she found a small book with numbers and names. Another thing that caught her attention was a small box full of cards – business cards she realized once her fingers had gotten a hold on a couple of them. She quietly put them in her pocket, then took out her phone, knowing that she couldn’t possible take with her a lot of more than that.
Snapping pictures with her phone, she felt excited enough to dig further into the papers and books she had found in the office. Some were spread across the desk, others had been taken a picture off without being opened. It was odd, some were German, other English, she found some Japanese and Chinese here and there too, but two of the pile she’s made had some sort of runes. Those were the ones she – in a moment of madness – decided to take with her. Putting everything back, more or less where she had found it, the young woman took the leather bound tomes and was about to make her way downstairs when a door on the side caught her attention. With the books placed on the ground, beneath the desk, she turned her efforts to the door. It was soon pried open by the Quincy’s skillful hands – there had been no real lock on it anyway, and some seconds later she found her way into a real library.
The light went on, causing her to blink rapidly in hopes to get a clearer view on everything around her. There were no windows – she had checked that with the help of her flashlight before doing something so blunt as turning on the lights.
“Wicked,” she whispered to herself, eyes tracing the many tomes, the dusty shelves, the heavy wooden boxes and even some weapons which clung to the top of the right wall.
This would be fun!
-- 1644
Turning off the music she dimmed the lights while slowly rolling over the road toward the manor on the hill. It was more of a castle if Google Earth was correct. Somehow it was giving Sasha some flashbacks from reading Bram Stoker. She wondered if Mr. Von Wolfenstein would have a gray mustache, or sharp teeth – the thought brought forth a huge grin; she knew that she was being rather silly now. Vampires weren’t real, yet, ‘monsters’ were. Still, she wasn’t a monster, not a Hollow, she was a Quincy. The unfamiliar terms still tasted oddly in her mouth.
She pulled lightly at the steering wheel to park at the end of the road, slightly hiding her car behind the last lines of trees. Hopefully they would obscure the small silvery BMW from view. Not that there were any signs of life coming from the windows at this side of the road. Everything was deadly quiet when she climbed out of the car into the cold. Her woolen scarf of cherry red followed in a string as she pulled it from the passenger’s seat. Files were scattered across the leather; she had spent over a month looking for clues and directions to get some sort of trace of this mysterious man. It was a good thing he had various corporations, or tracking his whereabouts would have been even harder.
Royalty, she thought while exhaling. A cloud rose from her lips, it reminded her of the time she smoked. Only briefly, thankfully.
Gently closing the door, she locked the car before hiding the key inside of her inner pocket and started to walk across the huge lawn. Doing this left her in the open, but she figured that she could always lie about being lost if someone would come outside to confront her – should it turn out to be the former ‘King’, then things would hopefully go well.
Deciding to sneak around the enormous construction and familiarize herself with the area, she soon found herself looking at some small monument in the distance. There appeared to be a bench next to the two stony structures, and it took a moment for her to realize that those two stones might be graves.
“So much for being normal..” Sasha whispered to nobody in particular between two breaths. Of course she couldn’t help but to find the sight of graves in the backyard slightly disturbing. Why would you do that? Even if you had a backyard the size of Central Park, placing it close enough to be able to gaze at them from your bedroom window.. Macabre.
Shaking her head somewhat she tightened the scarf around her neck before quickening her pace. By now she was close toward the back of the building, walking near the wall with nerves burning with excitement and fear at the same time. Should they have dogs she was a dead woman, an alarm system wouldn’t be as bad – running away from rottweilers wasn’t something she desired to be doing anytime soon. It’s why she felt such a great amount of relief when she finally made it to the back of the building without anyone barking at her or trying to pierce her leg with teeth as sharp as knives.
Coming to a stop between a tall glass window and a large plant standing on the porch that elegantly flowed into a terrace, she took a deep breath and peered inside. Everything looked calm, quiet. Dead. For better or for worse nobody appeared to be around. Even if someone was sleeping somewhere in the castle, Sasha doubted they would notice her presence in the small kitchenette. Because, after fishing out the flashlight from her pocket, she was convinced that the place she was staring at was some sort of kitchen.
Alright, here goes nothing..
With the flashlight hidden back in her pocket, for now, she carefully put her palms on the glass before starting to slowly feed energy into it. Once half of the glass door was shimmering with a blue hue, she gently started to tug at the particles beneath the palms of her hands. They moved, soundlessly coming loose from the wood, plastic and whatever other material was surrounding the top side of the door, and slowly seeped into her hands. When the door was mostly gone, she quietly turned around and let it reform on the ground; a large chunk of glass laid on the porch now, while a gap big enough for her to climb to invited her to come into the kitchenette.
The thin beam of light slowly moved from the ground to the wall and then to the door which seemingly led to another hall. She wasn’t certain where she was because of this place being really huge. So far she’s been very quiet while wandering around the rooms, and her ears hadn’t picked up any sort of noises aside from the soft sounds every time she placed her sneakers onto the wooden floor. No alarm had gone off when Sasha had clambered through the gap in the glass she’s made, and no dogs had come running to bite her in the butt for breaking into the house of a King.
Former King.. not real royalty.., she calmed herself, unsure of what that truly meant.
Too many things were still unclear about this new world she found herself in. At least Calendrea had been kind enough to clear up some matters.. and then the other two Quincy have been quite helpful as well. She could hardly believe that moving to Japan had brought forth such a snowball effect, one she’s dreamed of for so long now. The worst about this was the fact that, apparently, quite some Quincy resided in Germany. A surprise to say the least. A country not even two hours driving from her home was filled with those like her; people with the ability to do more than their fellow humans.
Carefully turning around the corner she cautiously took a look at the stairs. It was empty. Curving to the side, the wide steps tempted her to check out the next floor – and that’s exactly what she did. Step for the step the young woman climbed the stairs in hopes to find something interesting. With every minute that passed she was becoming braver, especially because of the thin layer of dust she had seen on the counter. To Sasha it indicated that nobody was actually around the place, or at least hasn’t been in a while.
Crack-
The last step’s cry echoed through the house with the loudness of the thunder. Sasha’s heart almost leaped out of her chest. She froze, barely daring to breathe, but nothing happened. No movements upstairs, no voices, nothing at all. Remaining still for a couple of long moments, she even held her breath for the last couple of seconds to make sure that her ears weren’t betraying her.
Fortunately nobody was home, that she figured out for sure after quietly checking every room she could find. Going from one bedroom to the other, she made her way through some bathrooms and ended up in a beautifully furnished office. Books covered the ceiling tall closets of heavy wood. A huge desk was strategically placed next to the window which stretched all across the wall. Notes were spread across the desk, next to the keyboard she found a small book with numbers and names. Another thing that caught her attention was a small box full of cards – business cards she realized once her fingers had gotten a hold on a couple of them. She quietly put them in her pocket, then took out her phone, knowing that she couldn’t possible take with her a lot of more than that.
Snapping pictures with her phone, she felt excited enough to dig further into the papers and books she had found in the office. Some were spread across the desk, others had been taken a picture off without being opened. It was odd, some were German, other English, she found some Japanese and Chinese here and there too, but two of the pile she’s made had some sort of runes. Those were the ones she – in a moment of madness – decided to take with her. Putting everything back, more or less where she had found it, the young woman took the leather bound tomes and was about to make her way downstairs when a door on the side caught her attention. With the books placed on the ground, beneath the desk, she turned her efforts to the door. It was soon pried open by the Quincy’s skillful hands – there had been no real lock on it anyway, and some seconds later she found her way into a real library.
The light went on, causing her to blink rapidly in hopes to get a clearer view on everything around her. There were no windows – she had checked that with the help of her flashlight before doing something so blunt as turning on the lights.
“Wicked,” she whispered to herself, eyes tracing the many tomes, the dusty shelves, the heavy wooden boxes and even some weapons which clung to the top of the right wall.
This would be fun!
-- 1644
