She couldn't believe she had let her sister talk her into this. She was the older one, the one who was suppose to know better, but did she take that into consideration as Carrie-Anne dared her? Nope.
"This way," a harsh whisper said as a window was slowly opened. "It's not even locked, come on Randy." the whisper giggled.
"Don't call me Randy," she whispered back as she followed her sister into the window.
The room was dark, except for a light glow coming from what she assumed was a fire place. She heard a noise and backed into the velvet curtains that protected the window the girls had just sneaked through.
She blinked her eyes to become accustomed to the low light, then looked around for her sister. Nothing moved in the room. She stood there for a couple minutes, her hands hanging on to the curtain, as if that material would protect her, or make her invisible.
"Carrie-Anne?" she whispered. "Where are you?" she slowly moved into the room, glancing right from left. Slowly she gasped when she realized she was in a massive library. The ceiling was at least 20 feet high, and the room was lined with books. She loved to read, although her mother and sisters deemed it unladylike.
She momentarily forgot about her sister and ran her hand along a wall of books. She wanted to find a light and start reading. Slowly she turned around, as if coming to her senses. She still saw no sign of her sister.
"Carrie-Anne.. where are you?" she whispered, as she started to move in the other direction, closer to the fireplace. It was then she realized that the glow of the room came from the fireplace. Carrie-Anne had said this house was abandoned. That no one had lived here for years. If no one lived here, why was there a fire burning. Why was there no dust on the book cases?
"Carrie-Anne," she moaned. They had just broken into someone's house. She turned sharply back towards the window. She screamed as a loud crash came behind her. She turned sharply, and saw a broken vase which must have been on the table beside her.
She held her hands over her mouth, and looked around franticly. She had broken into a house, broke what could have been a price-less vase, and screamed. She turned again to run towards the window, but fell back when she hit something or someone.
She whimpered as she landed on her ass. Slow she looked up, hoping she had just run into a wall. It wasn't a wall, but a man. A very dark man staring down at her. She moved to back up, but gasped as she cut her hand on a piece of the vase.
She slowly brought her hand up to her breast, protecting it, while never taking her eyes off the man. She had never been so scared in her life. Why did she let Carrie-Anne talk her into this, and where was Carrie-Anne? Had this man already found her. Maybe killed her.
Slowly the man tilted his head, then knelled down. She let out a gasp as she realized he didn't' have a face. She blinked, then realized he had a face, but was wearing a dark mask. She once again tried to move back, but stopped when she felt more piece of the vase dig into her.
"Well, well, well," the deep voice of the man said, as he continued to stare at her. "What have we here?" He reached out and touched the girls face. It had been so long since he had touched a female. He let his fingers linger on her face, then run them down over her lips, which were open in a little gasp. He felt the girl tremble at his touch, it made him mad. Once women had thrown themselves at his feet, and now they trembled in fear.
He slowly stood up, then reached down and grabbed her arm and yanked her up, right against him. She let out a little cry as his arm came around her and held her against his body. He wanted her. He didn't give a shit who she was, why she was here, he just wanted to feel himself between her legs.
He would have loved to have just thrown her down and pushed himself in her, but he was a gentleman, or was at one point in his life. He took a deep breath, and looked down at her. She glanced up at him, and blinked a couple time, then put her hand on his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when she gasped and tried to pull away.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered. He blinked and looked at her, wondering what she was sorry for? Breaking into his house? Breaking his things? Or making him want her so bad. "I got blood on you...." the girl looked back up at him with tears in here eyes. Blood? he thought, then looked down. Her hand was bleeding. There was blood on his shirt. He took a deep breath. Now this little chit did owe him something. And he was planning on collecting his payment.
Slowly the man started to push her towards the middle of the room. She didn't know what to do. When he grabbed her and pulled her up, she thought for sure he was going to kill her. Then she went and smeared blood all over his fine linen shirt. She knew nice material when she felt it. Which meant this masked man wasn't a servant. But the most likely the master of this manor. She was in deep trouble.
Slowly he continued to back her up, until she fell on to something soft. She felt around, soft velvet, then she realized she had just rubbed her bloody hand over his sofa. She whimpered and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered again. "I got blood...." she held up her hand. The man sighed. He reached down and grabbed her skirt, ripping it. She cried out, her mother was going to kill her. The man took the piece of material that he has ripped off, grabbed her hand and made a make shift bandage to stop the bleeding.
"There," the man said. "Now you will stop bleeding on my things." he spat out the last word. Then turned, and disappeared in to the darkness.
Slowly she sat up, and adjusted her self to sit on the sofa. She then saw his shadow over by the fireplace, with a flash, the fire grew bigger, shining more light in the room. She gasped again, looking around the elegant library. It was bigger then she had first thought. She looked back over at the fire place, above it was a painting of man. He looked to be in his early 20's, and was very good looking. Black hair, a bit on the long side, falling just over his left eye.
She looked away from the painting, then back at the man who stood at the fireplace. She could see that he also had black hair, the same style as the man in the picture. But he was wearing a mask over his face. She could only see his eyes and lips. She slowly licked her lips as she watched him.
He groaned silently as he watched her lick her lips. She still looked scare, but he really couldn't' blame her. After all he was a monster. Every woman who saw him screamed and ran the other way. But this girl had no where to run. He would bet his fortune that no one knew where she was.
He chuckled as he walked over to the one open window in the room. This is how she must have gotten in, he thought to himself, as he shut it, and locked it. He then looked over to his right, and noticed that door leading to the dining room was open a crack. He looked back at the girl and frowned. "Are you here alone?" He asked. The girl sniffed and shook her head. "Who are you with?" He demanded.
"My sister..." she whispered.
"And where is your sister?" He asked.
"I don't know," She said as she started to cry. He frowned, he hated see women cry, and this little slip of a girl was having an odd effect on him. Her eyes seemed to glow as they filled up with tears, her sensuous bottom lip trembled. He silently groaned again as he felt himself harden.
He walked over the the open door and looked into the dark dining room. A room he never used. He didn't see any movement. Slowly he closed the door and locked it. If this sister was around, Henry would find her, and give her the scare of her life.
