The House of Sins

Home Sweet Home

Author Note

So first of all, this is the first fantasy fic. I have written in years so I hope it's appealing! This takes place in modern times. For now it's pretty pg 13 but that will probably change in later chapters. XD

If you have any love or criticism let me know! Both are very welcome!

Genres: Fantasy. Romance. Comedy. Supernatural.

Home Sweet Home

"Well...here we are," I sigh out loud to myself, after tipping the taxi driver and stepping out of the cab. I can hear her faintly say, "Thank you Miss Parker." I make sure the door is fully closed before I say anything to myself. The names Raelynn Parker, and the last thing I want is for people to hear me talk to myself. To make fun of me and spread my name around like wild fire. It's a new town, a new start, it's best not to mess that up the second I set foot in front of my new home.

I check my belongings to make sure I have everything. Forgetfulness is more than 'a couple times' occurrence at this point of my life. It might as well be a part of my personality description. I mean, seriously... who typically forgets their belongings when they're in their own hands? Me, that's who. It can't be helped, though. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. The irony.

My face fell as I peek into my wallet. That's barely enough to sub-stain a person for a month. I'll have to think of something fast. I'm sure an idea will come to me eventually - when I'm not expecting it. That's how it usually goes. I mean, I may have tipped the taxi driver a $20 bill - not that I like to dig my own holes (I totally do) - it's just... the driver looked like she needed is just as much as I. She wore clothes that weren't the cleanest and held this permanent look of sadness in her soft, brown eyes. How could I say no? I'm a lot of things and I would like to think kindness is one of those things, respectfully.

So let's get one thing straight here... this NEW house looks anything but new. Remember those old creaky, run down looking houses you see in horror movies? Well, viola. To get a clearer image, I walk up to my new home with luggage in tow and carefully examine the antique up close. The dull lilac paint on the outside panels were chipped away every few inches. I bet it was stunning once upon a time and age just caught up with it. Little-to-no maintenance was done on this poor house in what seems like years. This could have been one of the many reason there have been no bidders as of late. Why else would someone in their right mind pass up such a cheap and affordable living arrangement? Sure, it wasn't the prettiest site, but it could always be worse. At least that was what I was taught as a young girl.

After a few minutes of examining, then hmm-ing in acknowledgement, I decide to fish for my keys located in my black hole of a purse. I pull them out and after a few tries of wiggling the key inside the key hole (which didn't even seem to fit at first), the elongated, brown-stained wooden door decides to cooperate. It opens with almost no problem; except the echoing creak that broke the silence towards the end.

"Note to self: buy some cheap wD-40 next time I'm out shopping." Subconsciously, I nod to myself in agreement. "Geez, I really need to make some new friends." I didn't have a whole lot where I was from to begin with considering how large the city was, but talking to other people sounds a little more sane than talking to myself out loud.

As far as first impressions go, mine was a bit shocked. This house looked a helluva lot bigger on the inside than it did the outside. The living room was twice the size of my old apartment back home. In it held some dusty furniture with plastic wrap covering them: a rather large couch and a not-so-small love seat to match. From the view I'm getting from the doorway it looks to be dark brown in color and material made of leather. It's pretty hard to tell with all that dust collected on top of the plastic, though. My eyes move from the furniture to a few night stands; also covered in copious amounts of dust; then over a old, broken bookshelf about 7 feet tall, still holding a few worn books here and there.

The tour has only consisted of the living room and I'm already exhausted. No doubt this feeling of being overwhelmed being the culprit. I glance at my rose gold, iPhone 6s and notice it's already 10 pm. Where the hell did the time go?! That's when I found the second culprit to my exhaustion. Normally I'm the night owl; the one who can stay up until around 2 am. But all this at once has been real draining on the mental state.

I pull out my favorite silk night gown. It's a light teal with ribbon decorated into darker royal blue bows on each sides of the arm straps. Everyone has their own go-to for comfort, mine happens to be a nightgown. So sue me. I shrug my shoulder in response to myself as I slip on the gown. There. All comfortable and ready to relax, but then it hits me. I'm absolutely starving! I had forgotten to eat since earlier this morning. My god I really am just so forgetful. Maybe it's an issue I should bring up to a professional doctor...

Nahhhh.

I will be fine until the morning comes, I'll just wake up extra early and google maps some close, cheap, fast food places I can grab a bite at. Deeming the couches safe, due to the plastic that looks like it's been sitting for a while, I decide to tear off the plastic so I can crash there for the night. It'll have to do for now. Who can afford something like a mattress anyway. The pound of dust settled around me; half of it flys into my lungs, driving me into a sneezing fit. I realize after the dust settles the couch is indeed safe to lay on. Then I realize I didn't have any pillows close by either, but wouldn't you know, the side arm rest is plushy enough to be used as a pillow. Must be my lucky day.

As I lay down I grab my throw blanket from my bag next to me and pull it over my body. Note to self number 2: find the heater tomorrow when I have the energy. My heavy eyelids slowly start to give under the pressure of gravity as I grow more and more tired. I'm almost asleep, almost to dreamland... until I hear a low rumbling. Now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't jump out of my own skin. It takes about one whole second before I realize that it was only my stomach growling in frustration. Talk about embarrassing! Getting scared over something so simple. I mentally slap myself a few times to get my head on right.

"Pull yourself together girl. You're acting ridiculous." Another minute passed by until everything is quiet once more and I can finally shut my eyes again. Oh sweet relief.

Just as I was knocking on slumbers door a second time another low growl echoed through the house and jerked my eyes back open. This time I sat up. Using my flashlight on my phone I look around, even though I'm not even sure what I'm looking for at this point. All the flashlight did was cast creepy shadows along everything so that was just a bad idea to begin with. I don't know why I'm freaking out. It just had to have been my stomach acting up again. Finally the flashlight is turned off, the phone tucked away safely under my arm, and I roll over on my side facing the back of the couch. As I finally drift into slumber for real this time I have one more coherent thought before everything goes black. I don't recall feeling my stomach rumble to the growl as it should have.