Snippet #1633418

A. Mathews watched as the others made their way upstairs; he looked toawrds him from the where he was, watching Dimitri talk with the girl. He gave a shrug before the boy started to walk near him. "I shall need assistance?" A. Mathew looked at him and tried to hold back a mean snicker before smiling and grabbing his wrist gently. "Alright. I see your blind? Oh, that was a stupid question; sorry." Once again, his voice was gentle yet sly. He led the boy towards the room; when they had arrived he turned towards him before smiling innocently like a child, still trying to keep up the act. It was his way of playing his games, gaining a victim's trusts and then making them do something that would upset the Collector himself; thus, always ending in either him or Dmitri getting their hands bloody. "I am guessing your the one playing the piano?" He said, still holding onto his wrists and leading him over towards the piano. "I play the violin, but I have always wanted to hear someone play the piano, so if you could, do you mind?" He said, letting go of the boy's wrists and placing his own hand onto the top of the piano.

"You must be pretty smart if you can play the piano and are blind. My little sister is blind too." He lowered his voice a little bit before he started to sound a bit sad. "Anyways, you should play the piano!" He tried to tremble his voice a little so it sounds as if he was trying to hide it; though, he was lying about everything. He glanced over towards Dmitri and the girl he was talking to, he had to admit, she was a pretty girl; he always had an eye for pretty things. The boy over here near him was pretty too, but though, the girl was prettier; but A. Mathew always thought that everything was prettier with a bit of blood on it. "Oh! Yes, your name is..." He left his voice wandering a bit so he could answer; sure he knew most of the names and personal information, but A. Mathew didn't memorize any of them.