is but a house, Lynnie. The magic is within us.” He scowls.
I shake my head, “No, there is something with this house."
He looks at me, and I swear his eyes are burning. They are so
dark that I can see the flames of the fire flickering in them. He mesmerizes
me. I lean on the armrest and smile softly at him, "Have you ever been in
love?” I realize then, I do not know his name. I call him many variations of
master, all the while mocking the name, but I don’t know his true name. I am
about to ask, but I stop myself. I can’t imagine a name that suits him more
than master.
He drinks a huge gulp of wine and answers me, “I have.”
I move to sit closer to the fire, shivering from the heat of
it. “Really?”
He nods, “Have you?”
I open my lips and then look down. I can’t say it and look at
him. “I met this guy once, it’s silly. I knew him for a week at best. But it
was the best week ever. I don’t know if I can say love, but there was
something.” I look back up at him, “Who were you in love with?”
The dark room behind him and the flames in his eyes, have me captivated. He laughs and I swear it’s
nervous. “I was not much younger than I am now when I met her. She was the
prettiest of girls. So fair and full of spirit. She
could sing and play any musical instrument.”
I laugh, “Sounds like you’re describing me.” He doesn’t see
that I am mocking myself. I barely see it. It’s like I am being full of myself.
I clear my throat, shaking my head. I look down at the spiced wine, setting it
off to the side.
He shakes his head, “She’s the sister of the girl my brother
was to marry, or might have already married, I suppose.” It’s weird that he
says that, the girl his brother was to marry or might have already. The way he
words things is weird sometimes.
He sighs when he speaks next, “She was just a child when I met
her the first time. She didn’t know I existed and nor should she, and I saw her
as a baby. She was so young then, but when I met her again, when she was grown
up . . . I couldn’t help myself. I think it was instant. It isn’t important.”
The firelight dances across his face and I no longer see evil—I see
sadness and pain. It’s like he’s watching a movie in his mind, and he’s lost in
the details I can’t see and he won’t say. The next words leave his lips, but I
can see the haunted look on his face is still there and the words are
emotionless. “Our families have no chance at getting past the betrayals that
have been committed. It can’t ever work with her. I could never trust her to
not be like her sister, and I have to think of my people, always.” His eyes
grow haunted.
As much as he is weird, I feel sick for him. His story makes
no sense whatsoever, but he is heartbroken still. He’s such a peculiar guy. I
look around at the creepy house and nod, of course he is. He’s scarred and
damaged and his family has left him here, alone.
I know that pain.
I reach across to him, taking his hand in mine, “You will find
love again.”
He laughs but it’s bitter and horrid, “Yes. I, the man with
the monstrous face will find love again.”
"You will."
He gives me the most frightening look I have ever seen,
"NO, I WON'T. I KNOW WHAT I AM, LYNNIE! AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!" He
tosses his glass against the wall and rips his hand from mine and leaves the
room in an angry huff. It is the first time I have seen him angry since the
first day we met.
I don’t know why he has to rub the curse in my face that way.
I know what I am too. My heart is beating out of my chest. I sit back, shaking
my head. What a psycho. The spiced wine was bad for us both. I became conceited
and he became the monster he fears he is.
I sit back and cover myself with the blanket I have on me. I
feel like crying for the first time in days. I have not felt truly alone in
this house yet, but the anger in him takes away the magical comfort the house
gives off. The magical feeling I
I shake my head, “No, there is something with this house."
He looks at me, and I swear his eyes are burning. They are so
dark that I can see the flames of the fire flickering in them. He mesmerizes
me. I lean on the armrest and smile softly at him, "Have you ever been in
love?” I realize then, I do not know his name. I call him many variations of
master, all the while mocking the name, but I don’t know his true name. I am
about to ask, but I stop myself. I can’t imagine a name that suits him more
than master.
He drinks a huge gulp of wine and answers me, “I have.”
I move to sit closer to the fire, shivering from the heat of
it. “Really?”
He nods, “Have you?”
I open my lips and then look down. I can’t say it and look at
him. “I met this guy once, it’s silly. I knew him for a week at best. But it
was the best week ever. I don’t know if I can say love, but there was
something.” I look back up at him, “Who were you in love with?”
The dark room behind him and the flames in his eyes, have me captivated. He laughs and I swear it’s
nervous. “I was not much younger than I am now when I met her. She was the
prettiest of girls. So fair and full of spirit. She
could sing and play any musical instrument.”
I laugh, “Sounds like you’re describing me.” He doesn’t see
that I am mocking myself. I barely see it. It’s like I am being full of myself.
I clear my throat, shaking my head. I look down at the spiced wine, setting it
off to the side.
He shakes his head, “She’s the sister of the girl my brother
was to marry, or might have already married, I suppose.” It’s weird that he
says that, the girl his brother was to marry or might have already. The way he
words things is weird sometimes.
He sighs when he speaks next, “She was just a child when I met
her the first time. She didn’t know I existed and nor should she, and I saw her
as a baby. She was so young then, but when I met her again, when she was grown
up . . . I couldn’t help myself. I think it was instant. It isn’t important.”
The firelight dances across his face and I no longer see evil—I see
sadness and pain. It’s like he’s watching a movie in his mind, and he’s lost in
the details I can’t see and he won’t say. The next words leave his lips, but I
can see the haunted look on his face is still there and the words are
emotionless. “Our families have no chance at getting past the betrayals that
have been committed. It can’t ever work with her. I could never trust her to
not be like her sister, and I have to think of my people, always.” His eyes
grow haunted.
As much as he is weird, I feel sick for him. His story makes
no sense whatsoever, but he is heartbroken still. He’s such a peculiar guy. I
look around at the creepy house and nod, of course he is. He’s scarred and
damaged and his family has left him here, alone.
I know that pain.
I reach across to him, taking his hand in mine, “You will find
love again.”
He laughs but it’s bitter and horrid, “Yes. I, the man with
the monstrous face will find love again.”
"You will."
He gives me the most frightening look I have ever seen,
"NO, I WON'T. I KNOW WHAT I AM, LYNNIE! AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!" He
tosses his glass against the wall and rips his hand from mine and leaves the
room in an angry huff. It is the first time I have seen him angry since the
first day we met.
I don’t know why he has to rub the curse in my face that way.
I know what I am too. My heart is beating out of my chest. I sit back, shaking
my head. What a psycho. The spiced wine was bad for us both. I became conceited
and he became the monster he fears he is.
I sit back and cover myself with the blanket I have on me. I
feel like crying for the first time in days. I have not felt truly alone in
this house yet, but the anger in him takes away the magical comfort the house
gives off. The magical feeling I
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