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.