Immortality
Chapter 2
The flight was over fairly quick, but it gave me time to have a short nap. I easily collected my luggage from the revolving conveyor belt and looked around me. A man around the age of forty held a sign that easily read my name, Rosalie. I shuffled up to him, and flashed my best smile. He grunted in reply, turned, and began to walk. What a welcoming gentleman, I thought to myself. I almost had to sprint to keep up with him. Finally, we approached a small blue Volkswagen Bug. He opened my door for me, and I stepped inside, ducking low so as not to hit the ceiling of the unconventional car.
The drive to the house was like no other. I stared out of my window unconsciously and took in the beautiful scenery. The green plains seemed to stretch on forever, with rolling hills in between. When we finally did make it to the house, I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. In front of me stood a three story castle that was made entirely of grey stone. My jaw dropped in astonishment. “Lynche Manor.” The man spoke in a low monotone. I quickly followed him into the huge front doors, and bombarded him with questions. “First of all,” I inquired, “Who are you?” He snorted my way. “Names Will.” He spoke. “My relation to you? Uncle. Your grandmothers brother. Now go upstairs and unpack. There are almost 30 rooms in this house, you must find at least one to your liking.” Strange.. Gram never mentioned any brothers.
I nodded in response, and trotted through the enormous sitting room, to the eerie looking staircase to the right. I dragged my pink nylon suitcase behind me, as I climbed the endless steps. As I approached the top landing, I made my way to the first room I saw in the long corridor. When I looked inside, my breath caught in my throat. It was beautiful. A large, four poster bed sat dead center in the room, with purple tapestries fit for a king. Black curtains covered the tall stained glass window on the right wall. A brown, delicately carved wardrobe stood at the far wall, and a matching wood trunk sat at the food of the bed. I dropped my suitcase, and plopped down onto the trunk. Maybe, just maybe, I could enjoy myself here.
At around five o’clock, I started to make my way down the twisting staircase, when I came face to face with a stunning girl. She stood a few inches taller than me, with amazing green eyes and bright red hair that traveled down her back in tight ringlets. She didn’t seem to be much older than me, and was dressed in grey maid’s wear with an ivory apron. Her mouth opened in a tiny “O” of surprise, and she started to hurry in the other direction. “Wait!” I called out to her, running in her direction. When I reached the last step and turned the corner, she was nowhere to be seen. I looked around in astonishment. Who was that strange girl, and where had she disappeared to?
I quickly made my way to the sitting room, only to find Will sitting at the table, with a newspaper in his hands. He looked up at me, nodded toward the chair across from him, and set the paper down. I sat with my hands in my lap, and then began to speak. “So, I met the maid.”
“We don’t have a maid.” He replied bluntly.
“Oh no, but you must!” I argued, “I saw a girl earlier.. She was quite stunning, actually. Long red hair and bright green eyes.”
His body seemed to tense, then he slowly shook his head. “No one else lives in this house.” He almost growled. “It’s just you and me. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Well he was friendly. Not.
“So, are you hungry?” he inquired after a moment of silence.
“No, but thank you for asking.” I mumbled, and sauntered out of the room.
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