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The Hunter family has been around for centuries. Rich, powerful and known for their lavish parties. Since the 18th century, the family has established the tradition of a crazy, annual ball for a few select peoples, but mysterious events have have plagued their reputation. Persons have gone missing from their parties, and dead bodies found on their property. No one could ever prove that they were responsible for the missing persons or murders, but everyone still believed it to be them. The crazy parties were filled with drugs, alcohol, and sex ever since it's start. Why should the family be to blame for the guests killing themselves? Even now, the rumors still follow them, but have some what faded away. The Hunter family has tried to revive their reputation by having the biggest party yet as the 300th anniversary.
The Hunter Family
This family is very large and everyone is different, but they all love to have a great party. The whole family lives there, from aunts, to uncles, to grandparents, to grandchildren. Even the dead have remained. A few select family members have the ability to fully communicate with the deceased. Some of the dead are not part of the family. Some were killed by dark spirits residing in the manor. They tend to try to grab the attention of the guests when they arrive, trying to convince themselves that they are not dead.
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He looked at the cup and then up at the other guests. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. He saw his mother fluttering around, meeting the guests and welcoming back past guests. His father was busy drinking with his old pals. Conner looked around to notice that there were ghosts here too. He could tell the difference between the ghosts and the living because the dead tended to be slightly transparent. Conner stood on the edge of the room, hoping one would come talk to him, since he was a bit lonely, but he knew the ghosts did whatever they wanted. He looked back down at the drink, thinking about drinking it. Last time he had some, he had turned into a whole other person... but he was bored right now and he needed something to get rid of that feeling.
"Hello," he greeted cheerfully. He focused long enough to pluck the drink out of the boy's hands and place it into the bin of a passing bus boy. "You can see me, can't you?" Duncan asked, leaning against the wall beside the young Hunter. "Maybe you can help me. I'm Duncan Victor."
The boy's reaction surprised Duncan, and he raised an eyebrow. "Are you not a little young to be drinking?" he asked. "And using that kind of language?" His lips pressed together in a hard line. "Anyway, you look bored and uncomfortable. I figured I would give you something to do and get something done in the process."
Duncan tried to use his foot to kick off the wall, but it ended up going through instead. He braced himself with both hands and pushed away, facing the cranky, foul-mouthed boy.
"Do you really want to be here?" he asked.
Now reaching the front of the manor, Leo approached the tall bouncer that stood next to the entrance.
"Name?" The tall man asked him,
"Leo, Leo Dahl." He replied back, giving the man a confidant and friendly smile.
The man looked down, studying a rather long looking sheet of paper he had attached to a clipboard. After a bit, he nodded back to Leo, making a small step to the side. Leo nodded back, smiling again and walked into the manor.
It was very old it seemed, showing off the families long held opulence. Already, the manor had grown crowded with numerous people, all talking amongst themselves, creating that almost comfortable white noise of words and conversations mashing together with no direction.
Leo nodded at a few people, walking tall, head held high. Always professional, always willing to conduct business with whomever may ask. Despite his rather calm and proud appearance on the outside, Leo was a sweaty turmoil of want on the inside. He constantly brushed his hand up against the small bag in his pocket, the anticipation growing with every though of getting the sweet drug out and partaking in the first hit. Perhaps he could find a bathroom of sorts, somewhere to get doped up. After all, things probably wouldn't start getting more heated until later. Then he would be able to dive into the powder in his pocket at full power. But for now, slipping into a state of being pleasantly stoned sounded like enough.
Leo looked for someone to ask for direction to the nearest bathroom or empty room. A member of the family most likely.
After a bit of searching, Leo saw exactly what he wanted. A small, rather apprehensive looking child, holding a cup sullenly by himself. He seemed to be talking to himself. Perfect. Leo put on his friendliest smile, and walked over to the boy.
"Excuse me bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?" He asked, his tone becoming warm and uplifting.
Tiffany made her first step inside the house. She instantly felt the chills ripple across her body. Her friends didn't seem to feel it, because they left off in their own directions to make their rounds of hellos. People instantly looked at Tiffany and she flashed her pearly white smile. She was used to the recognition, but she wanted to be normal tonight. Let loose. She grabbed another drink off of a passing by waiter, and crept towards the edges of the crowd, casually scoping out any fun. Would she go home alone tonight? Would she even go home? Those were questions yet to be answered.
The ghost stumbled slightly as he attempted to get off the wall before speaking again.
"Do you really want to be here?"Conner gave the ghost a harsh glare, not totally liking the dude. He opened his mouth to speak, but noticed that a man had come up to him. He shut his trap and turned to look at the man as he asked, "Excuse me bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?"
"Go ask someone else, old man-" Conner was touch on the shoulder by a soft hand. Conner looked up to see the pleasant and kind face of his mother. She was beautiful and was always the face of the household. Conner wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and turned to look back at Duncan. Should he help the guy out?
"I am so sorry sir. Conner is tired and exhausted you must understand he is only but a child. He is very uncomfortable with the high number of people in his home. What was is you asked of him?" His mother said to the man. Conner spoke to Duncan in a hushed whisper and said, "What is it you want from me?"
Lydia sighed and finished her second flute of champagne. She flipped back her light blonde hair, loose curls brushing the middle of her back when she did so. Her aunt had already complained once tonight about her not conversing or even showing an inkling of kindness to the guests. In fact, for the ones that were already present, most of them told the older woman that Lydia seemed...cold. Lydia nearly scoffed at that, frowning back the small amount of hurt that came with such thoughts. She wasn't cold at all. It wasn't her fault that she didn't want to be here.
Lydia brushed a gentle hand over her gown, feeling the cool satiny material slide against her warm skin. To be completely honest, she had planned to wear a random dress and flats. But, naturally, her family was beyond livid and her aunt went into a tirade until Lydia succumbed. That in itself was a surprise because Lydia never backed down in an argument and would sceam her point across if necessary. But that's just how she felt about this party and every other party; she didn't care. She didn't care that people had fun. She didn't care that apparently, she was one of the most gorgeous women tonight. None of that mattered.
"Another," she called for the server and he took her empty flute. She grabbed a new one. As she took a dainty sip, she glanced at the front door to see an entirely new group of young people. Glancing at her aunt who gave her a pointed look, Lydia walked towards the entrance and smiled at the guests as genuinely as she could, dimples forming in her cheeks. "Welcome to Hunter Mansion. Please, come. Enjoy yourselves." She gave the group a wink, glancing at the girl who wore a red gown as well before walking back to the rest of the guests. She even managed to earn an approving smile from her aunt. Now, if only this night could by a little faster.
Leo's smile did not drop, however, he felt a rather large wave up irritation flare up inside of him.
"What a little shit," he thought to himself, a rather menacing shine crossing his eyes, as his head slightly titled to the side, giving his widening smile a bit more of a "If-you-don't-answer-my-question-I-swear-to-god-I'll-strangle-you," kind of feeling.
"I am so sorry sir. Conner is tired and exhausted you must understand he is only but a child. He is very uncomfortable with the high number of people in his home. What was is you asked of him?" a strong feminine voice said as a woman approached him. The kid quickly embraced her. She was his mother most likely. Yes, the current face of the Hunter household. Leo waved his hand, a small gesture dismissing the kids rudeness, who seemed to be starting to talk to himself again.
"Oh no, it's completely fine," Leo replied, his shoulders and head straightening again, his tone still professional and warm, "I was just wondering where I could find a bathroom."
He finished of his question with a flash of a toothy smile, hoping to hide his quite aggravated need for one. He was really starting to get hit with the early waves of anxiousness, a sign that if he didn't get his fix soon, he'd start feeling the other much less pleasant symptoms of dope sickness. That was one of the last things he wanted to experience at this party.
"Go ask someone else, old man-" the boy replied quickly, but a hand came to rest on his shoulder, cutting him off. The boy wrapped his arms around the woman who owned the hand and stared at Duncan. As his mother explained away the boy's rudeness, Duncan caught his name. Conner. "What is it you want from me?" Conner whispered.
"I just need to find someone," Duncan explained. "I know she's here, but I haven't seen her in almost two hundred years." Once again, Duncan shuddered as a young woman passed through him. She was beautiful, and not much older than she had been. She was all smiles as she introduced herself, but Duncan pressed his lips together in unamusement. "Did this wall suddenly get suffocating?" he asked Conner.
Conner looked at the guy as he described his predicament. Looking for someone? Who could that be, he wondered. Another person walked towards my mother, walking right through Duncan as she grabbed his mother's attention. As those two spoke, Duncan and Conner spoke of their own matters. "The wall? I guess. What's this person's name. I know almost all of the osts in here... I could see if i know her." Conner replied. Duncan seemed harmless enough. He was clearly still trying to graba hold of the ghostly being thing, but he'd get used to it. Conner was a little surprised he didnt know the guy. Sure there were plenty of ghosts the kid hadn't met, but Duncan seemed a nice ghost to know. Maybe he was tired of looking for his friedn or whatever and turned to Conner for help...
"Mrs. Hunter? Please, call me Gabrielle. Mrs. Makes me feel old. And you said you were part of the Summers family? Wow. I must find your parents and tell them what a beautiful daughter they have." She said with a bright smile. Gabrielle pulled Conner into her arms and pick him up to rest him on her hips. "This is my youngest, Conner. He's not too fond of strangers."
Conner looked at the girl, looking her up and down and finding out who she was and what she wanted. He was brief with his analysis and turned back to Duncan, resting his head on his mother's shoulder. "And what did she look like?" Conner whispered even softer than before.
Leo gave the woman a polite nod of appreciation and hurriedly left, his eyes frantically searching for the restroom door. HIs pace hurried, as he finally found it, knocking it open and hurrying inside. He locked himself inside the first stall he could find, sitting down on the toilet. Reaching inside his pocket, Leo pulled out the sandwich sized bag containing everything he would need. Needles, syringe, lighter, rubber arm-tie, and a small spoon. He set it on his lap, reaching into his other pocket, pulling out a slightly larger bag which was full about to the halfway point of fine white powder. Eyeing the bag, a thoughtful expression formed on his face.
"A full hit from injection? I know I need it... but really, that much so soon?" He thought to himself, biting his lip. "I really should save the needles I have for later. Plus, with how I'm feeling, it's likely I'll go with too much and hurt myself."
After a few seconds more of thought, he put the bag containing the needles and other assorted paraphernalia bag into his pocket. He then eagerly turned towards the bag full of his Herion. Opening the top carefully, he dipped two fingers in, taking a good healthy pinch of the drug between them. Bending over, he brought his face to his fingers and snorted. Quickly, he took another pinch and snorted up the other nostril. Putting the bag back, Leo then sat back, waiting for the effect of the healthy hit to come.
Ecstasy, just pure golden heaven. Even words like those weren't enough to describe the effect of the drug. Leos body shuddered, his eyes closing. He welcomed the numbing of the drug, sweeping over his body like a glacial wind. Tingling, in the tips of his toes and fingers slowly vibrated up into his thighs and forearms.
"My sweet white snow, how I missed you." Leo mumbled to himself, eyes still closed.
After a minute or two more, he stood, eyes opening with pinpoint pupils. Leo smiled, flushed the toilet behind him and walked out of the stall and bathroom, and back into the main part of the manor.
"Her name is Annabelle," he answered. "Annabelle Hunter." Conner took a brief pause to survey the woman chatting with his mother, who lifted him up and set him on her hip. He laid his head on her shoulder.
"And what did she look like?' Conner asked in a hushed voice.
Duncan's expression turned dreamy as his thoughts turned to Annabelle. "She has long blonde hair," he replied. "Blue eyes with a lightning strike of gold around the middle. With dimples in her cheeks. She's the type of beautiful that shows you how kind and caring she is in one glance." Duncan snapped himself awake. "So will you help me find her?" he questioned hopefully.
To Charlie, she was his calm in the storm. Sure he enjoyed partying and flirting, even if nobody could see him, but when he got tired of listening to the other ghost's chatters and moans, he always sought out Angie for some peace. He liked to think of himself as her guardian ghost. He protected her from the more malicious spirits, even if she never realized or acknowledged it. He even tried on more than one occasion to stop living men from approaching her. As a matter of fact, he thwarted at least five men from approaching her at this party alone. She was making it rather difficult with the dress that she was wearing. Even Charlie had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.
If Angie had any say in what she would wear, it would definitely not be this. In fact, if she ever had any say at all about her life, she wouldn't even be here. She would be in her room, watching the new Game of Thrones episode that she was currently recording.
As Angie scanned the room, she looked to Conner, the boy with the same gift she possessed. A ghost she had seen around often was pestering him, probably for the same reason he had tried to pester her before Charlie told him to "Buzz off, square." Conner was impressionable sometimes, but he was a good kid, no matter how creepy he looked. The ghost, Duncan she thought, seemed to finally reel the boy into helping him. As the child and apparition were having their silent conversations, her aunt Gabrielle was talking to a tall man with blond hair. The man had obvious twitches, at least to her, and it didn't take her very long to deduce that he was a junkie. After the man left to find the nearest bathroom, a girl around her age approached her aunt, introducing herself and being altogether peppy and brown-nosing. Angie turned to Charlie and mimicked vomiting to which Charlie gave a chuckle in reply. She saw her cousin Lydia and waved at her, more out of politeness than an actual call for her attention.
Angie caught her mother's eyes from across the room. Margaret Hunter had always hoped Angie would bloom into a Hunter woman to be proud of. To her dismay, Angie was as different from her family as anyone could be. Margaret gave her a look that said "Socialize-Or-Else" Angie, fearing punishment, went to the nearest guest she could find. Imagine her displeasure to find it was the junkie from before, stoned, having gotten his fix.
"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party." she said to the man, offering a supremely fake smile. At that moment a waiter stopped by, champagne on his platter. Angie grabbed one from the tray and handed it to the man. "Here you go." Under her breath she whispered to him, "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." She gave another fake smile and went on to the next guest, Charlie following close behind her.
Leo turned to face a young girl who had suddenly approached him.
"Shit, already? It's way too early for interaction." Leo thought to himself, answering the girl's smile with one of his own. Being doped up with so many people around was bad enough, but attempting to talk to anyone was a struggle of its own. All Leo wanted to do was to just find some empty room or airy patio that he could sit down, and zone out in. Letting the white waves of the drug sweep over him over and over again until he could act somewhat composed.
Leo was suddenly brought out of his fantasy when a glass of champaign was handed to him.
"Here you go." The girl said to him. Leo took the glass in his fingers loosely. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he never minded doing so when the occasion arose.
The girl leaned in closer to him. "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." she whispered quietly to him, and walked off, on her way to socialize with someone else (thank god.)
Leo brought his fingers in, wiping the inside of his nostrils quickly, and sniffing heavily. Staring at his finger he did indeed see a small trail of white Herion left over from his earlier splurge.
"She has good eyes, but maybe others at this party do as well. I'll have to be even more careful than normal." He thought.
Leo was always very good with hiding his less than desirable habit from others. But as his use had started growing more and more frequent, it started to get harder and harder to act, well, like a normal person around others. Odd twitches, sudden cravings, and more intense highs had started to frequent him. Most likely because of his increase of use. This was inevitable, as he had started to use more of the drug after his normal doses hadn't been enough, but Leo didn't like to think of it that way. After all, no one would take a businessman seriously after learning he did indeed participate in the less desirable walk of life after all.
"Care to dance?"
The sudden question startled Leo to the point almost dropping his glass. A young girl in a red gown was staring at him expectedly.
"Well I.." He stuttered, desperately attempting to lose the doped up tone and gain his normal professional prowess. But before he could finish the sentence, the girl had already grabbed him and started dragging him towards the dance floor. Leo hastily was able to set his glass down on a waiters tray before spilling it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Leo yelled inside his head, he could handle talking and walking, but dancing? Even in a normal state he wasn't a very good dancer, and now some uppity blonde-haired bitch had a vice grip on his arm.
But, as much as he could think, he needed to keep a positive demeanor.
Smiling, Leo danced slowly with the girl, attempting to find a way out of the situation.
Lydia was dancing. Yes, Lydia - the person who claimed that she hasn't wanted to be here - was dancing. She had not planned it nor was she not enjoying herself. Contraire to popular belief, Lydia loved to dance. Perhaps it was a love of the spontaneous dance or maybe even being less formal, but she loved it nonetheless. And it was a sight to her enjoying herself! Long blonde curls whirled around her as her partner - a soon-to-be business partner of her father's - twirled her. A genuine smile appeared on her face, the barest hint of dimples forming in her high cheeks. She laughed charmingly, no doubt dispelling the rumor that she was unfeeling.
"Alright, Mr. Hastings," she said breathlessly. "I think that's enough dancing for this girl. But I promise - I'll save you the last dance. Pinky promise." The older man kissed her knuckles gently before laughing heartily. It was sad, in a way, that she had only danced with him to save face for her father - to be warm and friendly to appease a man that could actually take a lot of her father's money. She had actually enjoyed herself. Lydia sighed and grabbed a glass of water from a nearby tray. She took a sip, icy blue eyes scanning the crowd for more family and any other familiar faces. Her gaze fell upon her aunt and her son, Conner. In all honesty, the boy shouldn't have had to come. This wasn't a scene for her little cousin; he wasn't good with groups of people. Her eyes then caught sight of her cousin Angie, who waved. Lydia wiggled her fingers in response. Sighing again, she approached a servant carrying a tray of spinach parmeasean crostini. Lydia smiled cordially before getting one on a napkin.
Now, for the rest of the night to go by.
Conner heard his mother sigh as the girl left and moved to put him down. She crouched doe to look at her son at eye level and said to him, "I need you to be kind to the guests, baby. It's just for today. I only ask of this only today, okay sweetie?" Conner nodded, his face softening as his mother spoke. He loved his mothers, and when she confronted him about his behavior, he was upset to have disappointed her. "Sorry mother." She sighed gently, kissed his forehead and tussled his hair as she stood and walked off.
Conner turned around to face Duncan again. "I know her, actually." He turned around and walked off. "I don't really know where she is though-" He stopped to look at Lydia, who stood close to him, looking around. She seemed a little troubled. "Hold on." He said to Duncan. Conner stepped to her and tugged on her dress. "Lydia... are you okay?"
"I've been dead for almost two hundred years," he replied, still smiling. "I'm lost in more than just my thoughts." The brown-nosing woman sashayed off to the dance floor, and Conner's mother set him down with a sigh. She gently chided him, and he apologized. When she walked away, Conner turned back to face Duncan.
"I know her, actually," the boy stated. He spun around and started walking, forcing Duncan to follow him.
"Really? It's been so long since I've seen her," Duncan said.
"I don't really know where she is though-" Conner cut off suddenly, staring at a blonde woman.
"Wait, but you know her," Duncan insisted. "I could see her again? Finally?"
"Hold on," the boy told him. He crossed his arms and sighed, tapping his foot impatiently. He'd been waiting for almost two hundred years, but all of a sudden it felt like if he waited any longer, he would burst. He didn't want to be still, so he fiddled with the buttons on his waistcoat while Conner talked to his cousin.
"Yeah, kiddo. Just...not...in a party mood," she admitted and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I hope you're having a little fun. I know that big parties like this aren't always the best setting for kids." A frown formed on Lydia's face as she raised her gaze to see her father descending one of the staircases, swamped by two of those whores of his. She gave him a frosty smile before returning to Conner. "Look, tell Auntie I'm going outside. I'm taking a breather, alright?" Lydia kissed his forehead gently before walking away.
Lydia headed out one of the doors slyly, going past Angie on her way out. She didn't really care at this point who saw her. She walked down the hallway, some paranoid part of her glancing around her in fear. After a few moments, she reached one of the balconies and stepped out onto it, taking in a big gulp of cool night air.
Conner sighed as he turned to look at Duncan. "Well then. Where have you not looked around the house?" Conner asked him as he lead the way out of the crowd. His mother might be upset when she realized her son was not at the party, but Conner was itching to leave the place. He craved some where quiet and less crowded. And people were staring at him as he talked to Duncan. They couldn't see or hear the guy so it made Conner look like he was talking to an imaginary friends at age 12.
Conner sighed, turning toward Duncan. "Well then," he said, starting to weave through the crowd. "Where have you not looked around the house?"
Duncan was taken aback. That was a question. Despite being a guest at a few of the parties and the chosen suitor of a very popular Hunter girl, he was far from an expert on the mansion. "I don't know," he admitted. "Every time I look, I get lost." He gave a sheepish chuckle. "Being dead really doesn't help your focus." Once again, his aforementioned focus was pulled elsewhere. "You know, people are looking at you strangely."
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And Kuukakulily, don't worry about the posting. Post when you can.
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Really interesting Idea by the way. Never been much of a party person myself but perhaps it's time to test some new areas of writing!
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And, if it comes down to it later and you need it, I can create a male deceased character.
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