A castle stood, vines of honeysuckle winding around every crevice every corner. Stone falling, granite turning green, busted windows. Very few still had glass. It was beautiful once when life was.
He stood in the window tracing the outside with his finger. "There is no God" He said as black locks hid his face, the ground covered in white fluff he watched as each snowflake hit the ground. Sunlight hit his blue eyes illuminating them specks of red hidden behind the crystals. He hung his head, crimson drops falling down his cheeks. A girl walked through the snow, she was hugging her body he could sense her chills. He eyed the skeletons shackled behind him. "Shh" He whispered putting a finger to his blue tinted lips.
The doors opened downstairs and he stood at the top watching as she walked in. "Hello?" She called, he noted the tattered clothes, fingerless gloves and the blood stained on her skin.
"Just a memory" He spoke putting a hand in his pocket. She looked around trying to decipher where the voice came from. He noticed the scratch on the right side of her cheek. "Up here child" He said coolly. She gasped a wave of terror flooding through her, instead of skin on the left side of his jaw was a piece of metal, his eyes were haunting staring her down, streaks of dried blood painted his cheeks. His clothes were a white button down shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. He walked elegantly down the stairs.
"I'll leave I didn't know anyone was here" She managed to get out but was ultimately frozen with fear.
"You should've seen it, in it's prime." He touches her shoulder. "Picture a beautiful chandelier just above you made of diamonds, a large red carpet flowing down the staircase which my dear used to have and ivory banister." "I can still smell the intoxicating aroma of whatever she would cook, it didn't matter it was all delicious." "People standing, chatting, laughing, lots of laughter now it just silent."
"That sounds wonderful" He could smell the sweat oozing from her pores. The awe faded from his face, his bright blue eyes turning dark.
"But you're here now, you're here to quiet the silence" She shook away his metallic touch. She backed up to the door, he slammed his palm against the wood of the door. "And you're not leaving"
"Please sir, you don't understand" She begged tears starting to form in her chocolate eyes.
"Oh I understand" He growled revealing a set of blood stained fangs, she gasped but not in horror. He quickly clamped his jaw shut.
"You're a changer" She said with a sense of relief that unnerved him. He stood upright brushing off his shirt. He shook his head.
"I am so much more than that" He chuckled. She realized the door was unguarded she could at least have a head start but something about him set off a fire through her veins. "Come" He said gripping her arm, his grip was hurting her but she never cried out. He walked so fast he practically dragged her up the stairs. They walked down the hall, she stared at the pictures of the stern looking men and women. He said there was happiness once but not one the paintings could depict. The walls deteriorating, cracks where the spiders crawled in and out. "This is where you will be sleeping" He said opening the cracked door.
Inside was beautiful like it was kept preserved nothing could touch it. A pink canopy bed with white sheets and pink blanket. A small china doll kept on the in the middle of the fluffed up pillows. The stone was covered in white carpet there was a dresser a light blue dresser. She scanned the room. "A child slept here" She said after several seconds of silence. She looked up at him, he was biting back tears.
"Yes, a long time ago" He said as if he was hit by a multitude of memories. "There is a bathroom connected make yourself presentable for dinner" He said before leaving her alone in the room.
