I looked from my window noticing something moving whithin the bushes in the rain. I shook my head, It must be a stray cat did I tought. Shaking my head I was thinking how I will travel in that rain when my butler -Oliver- knocked the door and entered. He stood up straight his wavy soft brown hair covering his eyes as red as blood.
"Master the carriage is ready. did he say
-Sure, if someone come to the manor make sure the servents will tell them that I went to the mainhouse.
-You needn't to ask young master, we should hurry or we'll be late to "that" meeting"
Sighting I wore the coat he handed me over. I really didn't want to go but if I didn't I would never be recognized as one of the noblemen in England.
It was the meeting of the dark noblemen.
I followed my butler to the carriage, the horses' coat were soaked by the rain.
....
When I entered the dark manor the door suddenly closed behind me leaving me stupefacted. Must be a trick of those old men I tought, if only I knew it wasn't a joke if only...
I knew that Oliver was outside, that if anything happened he would come and help, that I had a gun inside my pocket ,but, but I couldn't help it and felt stressed. The meeting was just a game played by the dukes that said that if an earl like me archieved this test of courage he would get higher ranks. The goal was attractive and the price was low so... why wouldn't I do it too?
The inside was covered with dust and the walls were covered with strange painting whom gave the feeling of watching you. I was looking around when I noticed a door painted in blue. From it escaped a faint sound of a piano being played, and a sweet fragrance that reminded of roses. I oppened curious of what or who was hiding behind it. The room was soo dark i couldn't notice what was happening right there.
I was wondering how could a person play piano if it was that dark, but, then the lightning stroke and I saw a vision of horror: it was a tall slim girl who was siting in the piano chair. She was looking at me with her red eyes and blood was dripping from her face. The girl was wearing a light white dress covered in dark spots. Around here dismembered corpes littered the ground. Not even my butler could save me.
She had a little smile that gave me goosebumps, the smile that predicted the end of my normal life, the smile that predicted my death. The smile of the devil.