"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." -George Eliot
The sound of happy laughter rebound in her head, the laughter from the three people she missed the most in the world. Her deceased mother, little sister, and older sister were all walking ahead, with Amélia and Claire not far behind. By why towards an unnaturally blinding light? They kept walking far, far away from the two.
It was almost as if they didn't notice them... Until her mother finally came to a halt, looking back and waving. The scenery soon changed to the time they were walking in the garden. Her mother's smile was always the brightest out of the rest of the family, it was the one thing to give courage to the daughters. Without that, it seemed like the light faded away to the darkness.
"Mia! Claire! Come on you two, we don't want to leave you behind, now do we?" Her blonde hair waved in the wind as she turned her back, looking out to the small sparkling pond of blue. Her two sisters, both sharing the said blonde hair nearly matched their mother's beauty, while Claire and Amélia were left with their unknown father's genetics.
Running to their mother, Amélia's arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. A pleasant dream, perhaps, but behind it lurked the truth, Amélia was the reason rhey were gone now, and the reason Claire held such a distaste for her.
Maroon eyes snapped open as she finally looked around. What happened? One minute she was with Adèle, the next... Had she fallen? Rubbing her eyes, Amélia let out a groan at the dull throbbing pain on her head. Ick, she must of. But... wait! Where the heck was Addie?! And where am I?!
Ace was left alone in the living area with the other Human. To be honest, it was odd, being so close to a being he was once so much like, the young Demon couldn't understand why the other memebers of both families held such disdain for Humans, thinking them low and filthy, were they not more horrid than Humans? The two families were in no way surprieor. They hadn't been granted to gift of a monster form and never ending life, no they had been cursed, Ace thought they were much lower, than the Human race.
He couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was clear no one would take chrage of this Human but himself - it was surprsing enough that Al had stolen away the first Human - so he had no choice really. The young man moved silently as he swept up the sleeping girl.
He moved silently towards the stairs, but before he set foot upon them, two shadowed black wings sprung forth from Ace's back, and with serval flaps, he was flying through the air, up the stairs, and down the hallway.
Soon, sooner than if he had walked all this way, Ace was walking into his sleeping chammbers, his wings vanishing in a puff of black smoke. He paused for a moment, carefully looking around for a proper place to set the Human. Well...she can't sleep on the couch. He sighed, and moved to gently place the brown haired girl upon his own bed.
He moved away to his desk, much like his father, he had been trying to find a way out, or even around the curse.
She was in a... Bedroom? Oh goodness, what the he-... Sitting up, Mia stared at the boy that seemed like he could of been her captor. Eyes shrinking just a tad, Amélia felt her body tremble. "Who...? Who are you?! Where am I? Where's Adèle?!" Springing from the bed, Amélia wasn't exactly prepared for the sudden dizziness that followed as she stumbled for a moment.
At the sound of the girls voice, Ace turned sharply, however he moved even faster the catch the girl before she fell over, least she gain another head injury. [color=#8968CD"Do not strain yourself, you have sustaind a blow to the head that rendered you unconscious,"[/color] He gently pushed her back towards the bed, so she was sitting instead of standing.
"Calm down and allow me to explain, I will not tolerate any annoying outbursts." He waved a dismissing hand at the girl and sat down in the large leather chain that sat in front of his desk. He swivled the chair to face the girl, awaiting her respone before he went on.
Tolerate? Annoying? Amélia gritted her teeth in annoyance. Who did he think he was? Couldn't he be nicer? Not letting out an ounce of air from her lungs, she did the best she could to not say anything spiteful. Milly just wanted her friend, and she just wanted to leave. Lèon was right, this wasn't the best idea.
Ace nodded at her silence, before going on. "Yourself and your friend were found on the castle grounds. While she was awake, you were not. You both were brought inside, and tended too." At the flush that graced the girls face, he rolled his visable eye. "No need to fret, I was not the one who tended to bathing or dressing you." He stood up, and walked towards the Human.
"Amélia," His voice was soft and gentle. "You need to rest, you friend is being tended to as we speak, and resting from your small...adventure. You will see her again when it is time to din for the evening." He gently pushed her back, towards the pillows.
Looking down at her... New attire and back up, Amélia's eyes widened as she was gently pushed back down. No, she wanted to see Addie now. Who knows if they were telling the truth or not. Wasn't this castle supposedly abandoned..? Why were there people here? Her unease was growing as she stared him in the eye, trying to search for anything. Something.
Did.... Did Adèle tell him her name? "I find it nearly impossible to rest when I'm in someone's room and I don't even know their name. I want to at least... See her before hand? How do I even know I can trust you?"
The young man scoffed. "You do not." He said simply. "You will see your friend after you rest, and only after. Do not forget, I do not owe you anything, you however, are in dept to my family. If we had not taken you in, you would most likely be dead by now." He stared down at the girl before sighing.
"My name, is Ace Lancaster." He bowed before her, not in the way of saying he is her slave, but in the way of greeting. "You are Amèlia Delacroix, you've gone on an out of state camping trip with your trusted friend, Adèle Sinclair. However, you were ambushed by a pack of wolves, and droven here." He turned his back on her and walked towards his desk.
"To pick Hell as your Safe Haven," His voice was low, too low for her to hear. "Horrible choice." He whispered, before turning back towards the Human.
"If you refuse to rest, I will force you." He said this slowly, as if speaking to a child.
Amélia glared slightly, a frown etching itself on her face. "I do not have to do anything. I am not a child, and I certainly have no need to be treated as one. I may owe your family something, but you aren't exactly being the kindest being on the planet. Hell, your acting worse then someone I know back home." Mia sat up once more, stubborn. "I doubt you can do anything to force me to sleep anyway."
Who did he think he was? Some kind of prince? She could understand his... Was this even an attempt of kindess? Well, she wasn't on the couch... So yes, this could very easily be an attempt of kindess. That still didn't give him a right to treat her as a child, for goodness sake. She could only wonder if Adèle was getting it any easier then her.
He fought back a frown. troublesome Human. This girl was yet to know of the secret. If he was careful, perhaps she would be able to leave. It was clear the other one wouldne't, his father was unable to erase her memeories, and she had already seen Al. Just maybe, he could give this human a chance at a normal life.
He let out a grunt, before turning towards the girl. "Please, will you get some rest? I do not wish for you to strain yourself." The word please left a nasty taste in his mouth.
At least he used to word 'please'. That was always a nice sign. "Fine, but don't you dare expect me to leave my Addie here with you people. I'm her self-proclaimed big sister, and I'll be damned if anyone takes her away." Amélia huffed, flopping back down onto the bed. The problem was... There was no way in hell she could sleep. Or let herself. For all she knew, she could have a concussion.
"Don't you guys have a professional doctor, or healer? How do I even know I don't have a concussion?" Okay, so maybe she was a little bored. Sue her.
Just when he thought the Human would go to sleep, she spoke. So much for peace. Ace mentally groaned. "You have already been looked however...if you wish to be looked over, I am sure that can be arranged." A small graced his pale feautres as an idea began to form. He strode towards the door, and called out for Pierre. The servent had sleep inducement, he would be perfect for this.
In an instant, the taller man stood before the open door. "You called for me, Young Master?" The older male placed his hand over his heart, and bowed respectfully. The dark haired young lad nodded in greeting.
"See to her head injury, and help her rest, I will return shortly." Was the only order the boy had, as he left the room.
Oh, lovely. Ace had finally left, but in exchange... Ugh, another guy. Maybe she could... Press about Addie? Hopefully if she played her cards right? "Um... And who are you? The doctor?" Amélia tilted her head to the side as she swung her legs overs the side of the bed as she looked up at him. This man was certainly handsome though.
Pierre turned towards the girl, and bowed slightly. "My name is Pierre, My Lady. I...uhm, yes, I am the Doctor, and being one, I demand that you lay back." He moved quickly to her side, carefully lifting the girl up and moving her to the middle of the bed. He set to work covering her with the blankets and fluffing the pillows behind her.
Amélia raised an eyebrow as she sat up. "You sure there? You sounded like you had to think about it. Besides, I just want to talk, what's so bad about that if I'm laying in bed?" Amélia protested, crossing her arms as a feeble attempt to show her determination to stay up.
He frowned, then sighed. Perhaps he could let her stay awake a little longer, before forcing her into sleep. "...What do you want to talk about?" He asked uneasily, standing at the end of the bed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Amélia smiled brightly, reaching down and patting the end of the bed in attempt to silently tell him to sit down "Well, tell me about the residency? Or even about the history of the castle?"
He frowned, and stayed standing. "The castle is owned by two very old families, the built it together when they were both in a time of...need. The resicency is made up of those two families, and us servents. The families are known by d'lune and Lancaster." He nodded his head thinking that was enough.
"What was the time of need?"
He frowned. "Each family lost a newborn infant. It is a touchy subject, that is forbidden to be spoken of." He glanced out the window, at the darkening landscape.
Amélia's look of interest turned into one of sorrow as she looked down. Oh, they... Lost family members too? That was sad. A bit too sad. "Only the good die young." Milly whispered, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, Mr. Pierre? Do you have any siblings?" Trying to hide any sense of her previous musings.
Pierre once again frowned. "Not anymore." He huffed and stepped closer to her. "Are you tired?" He sounded awfully hopeful.
Oh... He must of not liked her being so nosy. For whatever reason though... She just felt so... sad. Almost like crying as she simply plopped down and hide under the covers. What if they were lying? What if she really had lost Addie? She was... She was like the little sister she no longer had. Sure Claire was alive, but she didn't talk to her. Tears were quietly finding their way out as a sob escaped her lips under the covers. This was one of the worst day of her life by far.
The sound of happy laughter rebound in her head, the laughter from the three people she missed the most in the world. Her deceased mother, little sister, and older sister were all walking ahead, with Amélia and Claire not far behind. By why towards an unnaturally blinding light? They kept walking far, far away from the two.
It was almost as if they didn't notice them... Until her mother finally came to a halt, looking back and waving. The scenery soon changed to the time they were walking in the garden. Her mother's smile was always the brightest out of the rest of the family, it was the one thing to give courage to the daughters. Without that, it seemed like the light faded away to the darkness.
"Mia! Claire! Come on you two, we don't want to leave you behind, now do we?" Her blonde hair waved in the wind as she turned her back, looking out to the small sparkling pond of blue. Her two sisters, both sharing the said blonde hair nearly matched their mother's beauty, while Claire and Amélia were left with their unknown father's genetics.
Running to their mother, Amélia's arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. A pleasant dream, perhaps, but behind it lurked the truth, Amélia was the reason rhey were gone now, and the reason Claire held such a distaste for her.
Maroon eyes snapped open as she finally looked around. What happened? One minute she was with Adèle, the next... Had she fallen? Rubbing her eyes, Amélia let out a groan at the dull throbbing pain on her head. Ick, she must of. But... wait! Where the heck was Addie?! And where am I?!
Ace was left alone in the living area with the other Human. To be honest, it was odd, being so close to a being he was once so much like, the young Demon couldn't understand why the other memebers of both families held such disdain for Humans, thinking them low and filthy, were they not more horrid than Humans? The two families were in no way surprieor. They hadn't been granted to gift of a monster form and never ending life, no they had been cursed, Ace thought they were much lower, than the Human race.
He couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was clear no one would take chrage of this Human but himself - it was surprsing enough that Al had stolen away the first Human - so he had no choice really. The young man moved silently as he swept up the sleeping girl.
He moved silently towards the stairs, but before he set foot upon them, two shadowed black wings sprung forth from Ace's back, and with serval flaps, he was flying through the air, up the stairs, and down the hallway.
Soon, sooner than if he had walked all this way, Ace was walking into his sleeping chammbers, his wings vanishing in a puff of black smoke. He paused for a moment, carefully looking around for a proper place to set the Human. Well...she can't sleep on the couch. He sighed, and moved to gently place the brown haired girl upon his own bed.
He moved away to his desk, much like his father, he had been trying to find a way out, or even around the curse.
She was in a... Bedroom? Oh goodness, what the he-... Sitting up, Mia stared at the boy that seemed like he could of been her captor. Eyes shrinking just a tad, Amélia felt her body tremble. "Who...? Who are you?! Where am I? Where's Adèle?!" Springing from the bed, Amélia wasn't exactly prepared for the sudden dizziness that followed as she stumbled for a moment.
At the sound of the girls voice, Ace turned sharply, however he moved even faster the catch the girl before she fell over, least she gain another head injury. [color=#8968CD"Do not strain yourself, you have sustaind a blow to the head that rendered you unconscious,"[/color] He gently pushed her back towards the bed, so she was sitting instead of standing.
"Calm down and allow me to explain, I will not tolerate any annoying outbursts." He waved a dismissing hand at the girl and sat down in the large leather chain that sat in front of his desk. He swivled the chair to face the girl, awaiting her respone before he went on.
Tolerate? Annoying? Amélia gritted her teeth in annoyance. Who did he think he was? Couldn't he be nicer? Not letting out an ounce of air from her lungs, she did the best she could to not say anything spiteful. Milly just wanted her friend, and she just wanted to leave. Lèon was right, this wasn't the best idea.
Ace nodded at her silence, before going on. "Yourself and your friend were found on the castle grounds. While she was awake, you were not. You both were brought inside, and tended too." At the flush that graced the girls face, he rolled his visable eye. "No need to fret, I was not the one who tended to bathing or dressing you." He stood up, and walked towards the Human.
"Amélia," His voice was soft and gentle. "You need to rest, you friend is being tended to as we speak, and resting from your small...adventure. You will see her again when it is time to din for the evening." He gently pushed her back, towards the pillows.
Looking down at her... New attire and back up, Amélia's eyes widened as she was gently pushed back down. No, she wanted to see Addie now. Who knows if they were telling the truth or not. Wasn't this castle supposedly abandoned..? Why were there people here? Her unease was growing as she stared him in the eye, trying to search for anything. Something.
Did.... Did Adèle tell him her name? "I find it nearly impossible to rest when I'm in someone's room and I don't even know their name. I want to at least... See her before hand? How do I even know I can trust you?"
The young man scoffed. "You do not." He said simply. "You will see your friend after you rest, and only after. Do not forget, I do not owe you anything, you however, are in dept to my family. If we had not taken you in, you would most likely be dead by now." He stared down at the girl before sighing.
"My name, is Ace Lancaster." He bowed before her, not in the way of saying he is her slave, but in the way of greeting. "You are Amèlia Delacroix, you've gone on an out of state camping trip with your trusted friend, Adèle Sinclair. However, you were ambushed by a pack of wolves, and droven here." He turned his back on her and walked towards his desk.
"To pick Hell as your Safe Haven," His voice was low, too low for her to hear. "Horrible choice." He whispered, before turning back towards the Human.
"If you refuse to rest, I will force you." He said this slowly, as if speaking to a child.
Amélia glared slightly, a frown etching itself on her face. "I do not have to do anything. I am not a child, and I certainly have no need to be treated as one. I may owe your family something, but you aren't exactly being the kindest being on the planet. Hell, your acting worse then someone I know back home." Mia sat up once more, stubborn. "I doubt you can do anything to force me to sleep anyway."
Who did he think he was? Some kind of prince? She could understand his... Was this even an attempt of kindess? Well, she wasn't on the couch... So yes, this could very easily be an attempt of kindess. That still didn't give him a right to treat her as a child, for goodness sake. She could only wonder if Adèle was getting it any easier then her.
He fought back a frown. troublesome Human. This girl was yet to know of the secret. If he was careful, perhaps she would be able to leave. It was clear the other one wouldne't, his father was unable to erase her memeories, and she had already seen Al. Just maybe, he could give this human a chance at a normal life.
He let out a grunt, before turning towards the girl. "Please, will you get some rest? I do not wish for you to strain yourself." The word please left a nasty taste in his mouth.
At least he used to word 'please'. That was always a nice sign. "Fine, but don't you dare expect me to leave my Addie here with you people. I'm her self-proclaimed big sister, and I'll be damned if anyone takes her away." Amélia huffed, flopping back down onto the bed. The problem was... There was no way in hell she could sleep. Or let herself. For all she knew, she could have a concussion.
"Don't you guys have a professional doctor, or healer? How do I even know I don't have a concussion?" Okay, so maybe she was a little bored. Sue her.
Just when he thought the Human would go to sleep, she spoke. So much for peace. Ace mentally groaned. "You have already been looked however...if you wish to be looked over, I am sure that can be arranged." A small graced his pale feautres as an idea began to form. He strode towards the door, and called out for Pierre. The servent had sleep inducement, he would be perfect for this.
In an instant, the taller man stood before the open door. "You called for me, Young Master?" The older male placed his hand over his heart, and bowed respectfully. The dark haired young lad nodded in greeting.
"See to her head injury, and help her rest, I will return shortly." Was the only order the boy had, as he left the room.
Oh, lovely. Ace had finally left, but in exchange... Ugh, another guy. Maybe she could... Press about Addie? Hopefully if she played her cards right? "Um... And who are you? The doctor?" Amélia tilted her head to the side as she swung her legs overs the side of the bed as she looked up at him. This man was certainly handsome though.
Pierre turned towards the girl, and bowed slightly. "My name is Pierre, My Lady. I...uhm, yes, I am the Doctor, and being one, I demand that you lay back." He moved quickly to her side, carefully lifting the girl up and moving her to the middle of the bed. He set to work covering her with the blankets and fluffing the pillows behind her.
Amélia raised an eyebrow as she sat up. "You sure there? You sounded like you had to think about it. Besides, I just want to talk, what's so bad about that if I'm laying in bed?" Amélia protested, crossing her arms as a feeble attempt to show her determination to stay up.
He frowned, then sighed. Perhaps he could let her stay awake a little longer, before forcing her into sleep. "...What do you want to talk about?" He asked uneasily, standing at the end of the bed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Amélia smiled brightly, reaching down and patting the end of the bed in attempt to silently tell him to sit down "Well, tell me about the residency? Or even about the history of the castle?"
He frowned, and stayed standing. "The castle is owned by two very old families, the built it together when they were both in a time of...need. The resicency is made up of those two families, and us servents. The families are known by d'lune and Lancaster." He nodded his head thinking that was enough.
"What was the time of need?"
He frowned. "Each family lost a newborn infant. It is a touchy subject, that is forbidden to be spoken of." He glanced out the window, at the darkening landscape.
Amélia's look of interest turned into one of sorrow as she looked down. Oh, they... Lost family members too? That was sad. A bit too sad. "Only the good die young." Milly whispered, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, Mr. Pierre? Do you have any siblings?" Trying to hide any sense of her previous musings.
Pierre once again frowned. "Not anymore." He huffed and stepped closer to her. "Are you tired?" He sounded awfully hopeful.
Oh... He must of not liked her being so nosy. For whatever reason though... She just felt so... sad. Almost like crying as she simply plopped down and hide under the covers. What if they were lying? What if she really had lost Addie? She was... She was like the little sister she no longer had. Sure Claire was alive, but she didn't talk to her. Tears were quietly finding their way out as a sob escaped her lips under the covers. This was one of the worst day of her life by far.