Post by psychogirl7 on May 9, 2009 10:37:11 GMT -5
Elizabeth stood in front of the door waiting for someone to answer. After a few minutes without answer she decided to knock again. Just as she was about to knock the door opened. A man in a tuxedo stood in the doorway. "Ah! Ms. Elizabeth!" he said, "Come on in, the master is waiting!" Elizabeth looked confused at the man who seemed to be a butler, but she walked in. "H-how did you know my n-name?" she said, fear in her voice. The man smiled and replied, "I know many things, come this way now, the master awaits!"....
She shut the heavy front door on the rising wind. The butler turned and glided noiselessly down the hall with Elizabeth clattering loudly on the parquet floor behind him. Was it her imagination or was the light dimming the further she walked inside? Thunder rumbled ominously. Fighting her panic, Elizabeth mentally shook herself and muttered "Don't be ridiculous! Things like this simply don't happen outside bad fiction!"
Post by psychogirl7 on May 13, 2009 16:08:00 GMT -5
The butler led her all the way to the end of the hall. There were candles lit all through the hallway yet everything seemed so dark standing at this door. The butler went to knock but an eerily dark yet intriguing voice from the other side "Don't knock Antius, just bring her in." The butler turned to Elizabeth with a smile that chilled her to the bone, and as he pushed the door open he said "The master calls for you. Go on in." Elizabeth stepped into the doorway...
Post by psychogirl7 on May 27, 2009 7:33:08 GMT -5
The chair turned slowly, and when Elizabeth could finally see the man in the chair, her heart sank. He was devastatingly handsome, and somehow, he looked very familiar. Elizabeth racked her brain as to where she had met him before. Nothing came to mind, and when he spoke again it gave her a jolt out of her mind. "I've been expecting you Elizabeth." he smiled revealing a mouthful of impossibly shiny white teeth. "Please...sit...I have much to speak with you about." he said gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.