Summary: A heist to the rumoured haunted mansion with your boyfriend and the rest of the Crows, what could go wrong?
As you, Kaz and the rest of the Crows approached the end of the road that nature had claimed and your target slowly came to view, you stopped for a moment, admiring the view.
"It looks just like a haunted mansion would look like," you laughed, looking at the towers reaching towards the night sky, the old bell tower partly collapsed on top of it. Moon was shining from behind the towers, making the scene even more eerie. De Wittehuis Mansion was full of rumours of it being haunted, people having been swallowed by the mansion or alternatively becoming insane after visiting it - and that was why its treasure chamber had been untouched for five decades - rumours telling it had treasures that would be worth millions in today's money.
And of course, when Kaz heard about it, he immediately laid down a heist. He knew the untouched treasure could also have been just a rumour, but millions of kruge, family heirlooms, gold bars and diamonds, was something he couldn't pass, especially when the place had been abandoned for so long. No distractions, no guards. You wouldn't even have to sneak around.
None of you didn't believe in such rumours of ghosts, of course. It was an easy target, like Kaz said. A lot of people were superstitious in Ketterdam, those rumours about missing people and such had most likely been created to keep children out. The mansion was older than anyone's grandparents, it wasn't exactly safe to wander there.
As you approached the gate, hearing it creaking as it was opened - it suddenly made you want to turn around and run back to the Slat. Your gut just told you something wasn't right. It felt like you were being watched, through the windows, from the woods behind you - something hiding behind the statues in the garden. You froze momentarily, laying a worried glance on your friends who looked equally apprehensive - but Kaz was already walking through the yard, with no doubt kruge already glinting in his eyes, and you ran after him, forcing yourself to match your pace with his. Even when it was way too fast for your taste. You told yourself to shake the stupid fears off, you knew ghosts didn't exist.
The old door was at least a hundred years old, but heavy, it required Matthias to push it properly before you could get in. The flying dust at the front hall made you all cough, and you looked around warily. The first thing you noticed was how large mirrors were scattered all around, leaning against walls, on the walls, one had shattered on the floor, its shards glinting in the faint moonlight. Kaz coughed a few times more, then looked at you by his side and turned his eyes to the rest of his Crows.
"We'll go our separate ways to get this done faster. Wylan, Jesper, Inej, upstairs. Matthias and Nina will go left. We'll go to the right. If we can't find anything from the house, we'll go to the yard," Kaz explained, glancing around the hall. "And remember to look for secret passageways."
Everyone stood still for a moment, before slowly starting to walk to where Kaz told them to go. Kaz sighed and nodded to you and you started to walk to what was once a dining room. Again, the walls had a lot of mirrors, you noticed. It was strange, but maybe the family that once lived here liked to look at themselves. The table was still set, some of the plates looked like they still had food on them. Whatever it was, it had shrunk and was now only a black thing, stuck on the plate. Two or three plates were shattered on the floor, some utensils laid there with them. A cupboard had fallen down from the corner, dozens of porcelain plates and bowls had shattered behind the table, covering the floor completely. You frowned.
"It looks like they left in a hurry," you remarked. "Wonder why."
Kaz laid a look on the table, his dark eyes scanning across the room. "Maybe an intruder. Or a gang, who murdered them, and that's why they were never heard from again," he gestured towards the wall, a brown stain covering it. "That may be blood, someone might have been shot here."
"Yeah, probably," you agreed, slowly making your way forward. Your feet met with something, and you looked down, grimacing as you saw a porcelain doll. "Hate these, so creepy."
You picked it up, inspecting it for a moment. A piece of its cheek had chipped off, and a brown stain had ruined its once pastel yellow dress. You sighed, momentarily thinking about what the doll had seen, its owner, a little girl, having been murdered in front of it. You put it down on the drawer, glancing up on the mirror above it.
Something blue, distantly looking like a woman in a dress, flickered behind you and Kaz when he wasn't looking, and you gasped, immediately turning to look behind you.
No one.
Kaz turned his eyes on you, and you scoffed, shaking your head. "I just thought I saw something. But it was just moonlight doing tricks."
If you were honest with yourself, you knew the moon wasn't in the angle to make such tricks, but you had to explain it to yourself somehow.
You pulled away from the drawer, making your way through the spiderwebs to the kitchen. Shattered plates there too, utensils, knives, glasses. A large kettle that had been full of something that may have been soup all over the floor.
And again, those damn mirrors.
By now, you had a strong feeling how something wasn't right, all your instincts screaming at you to get out of that house, but you pushed the feeling down as childish, determined not to show how uneasy you really were.
You ventured forward, coming to a room with a glass door leading to the back garden, and as you were passing it, you happened to feel a lump on the floor. You stopped Kaz by tugging at his sleeve. "Wait."
You threw the worn-out carpet aside, revealing a hidden door. You smirked, laying a look at Kaz who narrowed his eyes, tapping the door with his cane. "Open it."
"Open it, what?"
He rolled his eyes, a small hint of a smile gracing the corners of his lips. "Darling, would you open the door?"
You smiled, taking a hold of the ring handle. "Of course, my darling."
The door opened with a slight bang after a few tugs, which attracted the rest of the Crows to the scene. You looked down at the pitch black cellar, then laying glances at each other. Kaz lifted his gaze to Jesper, who immediately took a step back, waving his hands in front of him.
"If you'll suggest I'll go down there, then no. You'll never believe what we saw there," Jesper panted, and Kaz raised an uninterested eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Every room upstairs has mirrors, almost on every wall and–"
Kaz cut Jesper off with a groan. "I'm not interested about your newly found fear of the dark intertwining with our mission. We came here for the treasure, and we're not leaving without it. Inej?"
Inej pursed her lips. "Kaz..."
Then, a screech was echoing through the house, and that's when you flinched, taking a tight hold of Kaz's sleeve, pushing yourself against him. Kaz stiffened slightly and hissed, but didn't push you away.
Jesper swallowed audibly, then raising his finger up. His voice shook a little. "What was that?"
Kaz groaned. "Old house creaking."
"Kaz, maybe... maybe we should leave," you muttered, frantically looking around, suddenly feeling like ghosts, or some creatures, were closing in all around you.
Kaz looked at you and huffed. "We are not leaving without the treasure. If you want to leave, then fine, I'll get the treasure myself."
"No, I'm not letting you go down there," you exclaimed while trying to tug him back from the door, trying to pull it closed, but Kaz's grip was too strong.
"Someone has to go, we didn't-"
Then, Kaz fell silent, staring into the mirror behind you and flinched with a gasp. He quickly averted his eyes from the mirror before he slammed the cellar door closed and stood up, tugging you with him as he started to walk away, and the way he squeezed your hand told you he really was scared, not spooked, scared.
You didn't dare to look back into the mirror yourself, scared to see what got Kaz Brekker so scared, but at least now you were leaving the house, the seven of you walking faster than ever towards the carriage you had parked to the side of the road after riding along it became too rough and dangerous.
Then, you felt something thudding against your back, and you stopped for a moment, turning to look at what hit you.
It was that damn doll.
You let out a little yelp at that and nearly ran towards the carriage, thanking all the Saints and Ghezen how it was still where you left it, and Jesper made the horses almost gallop back to Ketterdam.
In all the other cases, for that amount of money and riches, Kaz would always lay out a new plan, a better plan, to get what he wanted to get, but in this case, it went without saying.
You'd never return to that house.