Eve left her private study and then walked down the hall in the opposite direction of which she had priviously come only a half an hour before and turned to her right into her room. It was a grand room. Large and spacious with red wood floors and a grand canopy bed in the center. The canopy was made from ebony with ivory detailing. The curtains were a light black gossamer and the sheets were the softest white silk. The pillows were lush and black. There was a unique nightstand with a lamp and a book on it beside the bed. On the wall to the left stood a large, black, staircase dresser and a set of closet doors. On the far right wall stood a matching set of bookcases, books filling every nook and cranny. Then, to top it off, on each wall was a large window pain with black satin curtins and a large, antique, crystal chandalier hung from the ceiling.
Eve walked shut the door behind her and flopped down onto the bed. She burried her head into her arms and gently cried. She cried for her mother who abandoned her. She cried for her ever loving father who was taken away from her. Most importantly of all though, she cried for the life that she will never be able to have. Her crimson wings were dark in color and wrapped tightly to her body as tremors rocked through her with each sob. Her ivory horns getting in the way of her comfort which only made it worse. How could she live like this?! How could she manage if she was meant to live for 100+ years?!
In the meantime, James entered Eve's private study and picked up the letter. Then he walked down the hall, down the grand flight of stairs, through a less grandiose hallway, and into the maids' quarters. It wasn't long until he found the family's private messenger. "Good afternoon Mark." James said to the messenger. "Good afternoon James." the messenger greeted back. "What can I do for you?" the messenger inquired. "I need you to deliver this to Mr. Nile Reberta. Make sure he agrees to the contents inside. It is an invitation addressed to him by our Mistress Eve herself. It is of very important matters." James explained. "I understand completely" Mark assured and rose from where he was previously sitting to take the letter from James and walked out the door to leave for Nile's home.
Once Mark arrived at the requested address, he left his car and walked up the pathway to the door and gently rapped on the door. He looked around while he waited and decided that he very much enjoyed the surrounding area.
Eli smiled at the girl. "It's no problem at all." he replied, but when he saw her try and leave in such a hurry, he jobbed around in front of her. "Wait! Please! Don't leave in such a hurry! Look....let me buy you a coffee...I ...I want to apologize somehow!" he said frantically. He knew he really just wanted to get to know the girl better, but that was the best he could come up with. He looked on at the young woman and waited anxiously for her reply.
Zoe took the book from the girl's hand and thumb through the pages, looking at each knife in turn. They were all so beautiful that she couldn't help but be intranced for a couple of minutes before looking up to reply to the girl's question. "I like any kind of weapon, but I prefer knives. They're so sleek and sharp. They make for a nice, clean kill. You know?" Zoe couldn't help but feel the girls uneasyness, but she just couldn't help but be herself. It's who she was. It was very difficult for her to conform and she never wanted to either. So she was just herself no matter what happened.
Eve walked shut the door behind her and flopped down onto the bed. She burried her head into her arms and gently cried. She cried for her mother who abandoned her. She cried for her ever loving father who was taken away from her. Most importantly of all though, she cried for the life that she will never be able to have. Her crimson wings were dark in color and wrapped tightly to her body as tremors rocked through her with each sob. Her ivory horns getting in the way of her comfort which only made it worse. How could she live like this?! How could she manage if she was meant to live for 100+ years?!
In the meantime, James entered Eve's private study and picked up the letter. Then he walked down the hall, down the grand flight of stairs, through a less grandiose hallway, and into the maids' quarters. It wasn't long until he found the family's private messenger. "Good afternoon Mark." James said to the messenger. "Good afternoon James." the messenger greeted back. "What can I do for you?" the messenger inquired. "I need you to deliver this to Mr. Nile Reberta. Make sure he agrees to the contents inside. It is an invitation addressed to him by our Mistress Eve herself. It is of very important matters." James explained. "I understand completely" Mark assured and rose from where he was previously sitting to take the letter from James and walked out the door to leave for Nile's home.
Once Mark arrived at the requested address, he left his car and walked up the pathway to the door and gently rapped on the door. He looked around while he waited and decided that he very much enjoyed the surrounding area.
Eli smiled at the girl. "It's no problem at all." he replied, but when he saw her try and leave in such a hurry, he jobbed around in front of her. "Wait! Please! Don't leave in such a hurry! Look....let me buy you a coffee...I ...I want to apologize somehow!" he said frantically. He knew he really just wanted to get to know the girl better, but that was the best he could come up with. He looked on at the young woman and waited anxiously for her reply.
Zoe took the book from the girl's hand and thumb through the pages, looking at each knife in turn. They were all so beautiful that she couldn't help but be intranced for a couple of minutes before looking up to reply to the girl's question. "I like any kind of weapon, but I prefer knives. They're so sleek and sharp. They make for a nice, clean kill. You know?" Zoe couldn't help but feel the girls uneasyness, but she just couldn't help but be herself. It's who she was. It was very difficult for her to conform and she never wanted to either. So she was just herself no matter what happened.







