Soft morning's light entered the old room with the sound of birds singing outside. Rays of sunlight tingled the small frame of female body laying in the bed. The 19 years old girl stirred around in the covers and cuddled to her pillow hoping to go back to sleep. Weird... the warmth of the pillow seemed different than at night. She thought to herself not knowing that the pillow she was cuddled last night in fact was the arm of the large male that was right know sleeping in his own makeshift bed.
She layed with her eyes closed for another hour but the nice dream she had refused to come back to her arms. She groaned and sat up looking around herself tiredly before stretching her arms and yawning.
- What time is it? - she asked herself getting up, winced when her feet came in contact with the cold wooden floor, and walked up to the desk. She picked up her phone and unplucked the charger from it. She looked at the cracked screen, her mother still not knowing about it being broken, the time showing it was 8:35 am. - Huh? New record of early waking up. Ah life scores. - she giggled to herself and walked up to the wardrobe to pick up new set of clothes for the day.
After being satisfied with her choice she went to the bathroom and turned on the music. The sound of AC/DC Thunderstruck hit her ears while she stripped out of her pajamas. She hummed softly to the rhythm as she jumped into the shower.
Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder
She moved her head to the beat and swayed her hips slowly as the hot water hit her body. Her lips softly moved to the lyrics as she put the shampoo into her brownish red hair. She hit her foot on the music slowly consuming her.
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back
As she washed she softly moved to the music fully letting it posses her body and soul. Before she could realise she started singing the lines along with Brian Johnson and his god damn high voice.
Little did she know that a certain man was listening to her with curiosity and watching her movements in the shower. To Brahms dislike her body was covered by the mist on the glass of shower, but just seeing the shadow of her swying body to the music bake the same heat from last night rise up to his face. As much as he wanted to look away and gave her the privacy he couldn't force himself to.
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you
Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
Only then when she walked out of the shower and started drying herself he could catch the glimpse of her body. Even thought the scars her naked body to him was flawless and send a shiver go down his spine. But those scars made him wonder why they were there on her body. They looked like scratches made by blade. His hands clutched in fists at the thought that someone hurt her. His anger was quickly replaced by a knew feeling when she started again swaying to the music, ,her hair all wet and down, her body covered by only a blue towel and... oh her voice. It was so hypnotizing.
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been
- Thunderstruck! - she screamed loudly and moved her hips left and right to the rhythm. Suddenly Brahms felt the heat rise up not only to his cheeks but to his whole body, his heart started beating faster than it ever did before and started to feel weirdly uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He puts his hands against the wall keeping him away from her wanting so badly to touch her. To feel her skin under his. To hear her heart beating. And what was worse that he had no idea what was going on with him. He wanted to hold her close and tightly. To never let go.
Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
His thoughts were once again stopped when he saw her take off the towel and put on the clothes she readied before. His brown irises following her every movements, every muscle on her body, every rise and fall of her chest while she breathed. He tried to calm down but the hotness inside him only increased and the tightness in his trousers was almost unbearable to ignore. He looked down at himself and was surprised to see a large bulge poking out of his brown from dust pants. He frowned not knowing what was going on with him because it has never happened before to him. Usually he had to touch himself for that to happen.
Broke all the rules
Played all the fools
Yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
Yeah them ladies were too kind
You've been
Thunderstruck
He looked up again and fear crossed his heart when he didn't saw the female inside it or hear the music she was just listening to. He quickly ran around the tunnels looking in every room with dread that something happened to her - that she saw him watching her and ran away afraid of him.
At the thought of her leaving him his heart quickened but calmed down only when he found her. Eating pancakes in the kitchen and chatting happily with the male from yesterday.
- Got any plans for today, Kaira? - the guy with glasses asked her with another nervous smile like the previous evening. Kaira? Beautiful name... Brahms smiled dreamily under his mask and watched the young woman stuff her face with another pancake with what looked to be chocolate cream.
- Yup. - she said with mouth full and swallowed the sweet breakfast. She took a sip from her tea before saying another words. - Exploring the house pretty much. I feel like it has some big mystery in it's walls.
I was shaking at the knees
Could I come again please
- I bet. Heard the old owners' 8 years old son killed some little girl and then he died in the fire. - he answered making the younger womans eyes go wide but not with fear - with curiosity instead.
- So cool. Maybe I'll find a dead body upstairs so you can analyze them. - she said and they both laughed. She drank the rest of her tea and took two more pancakes with chocolate cream before standing up. - Well I'll be off to my crime adventures. Oh by the way. Those are freaking good pancakes, Eddie.
- I'm glad you like them. - he answered with another nervous grin and watched as the young female left the room. He took a plate of few and left the kitchen as well.
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
It's alright, we're doin' fine
It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Brahms stood there for a moment contemplating on what to do next. He wanted to follow Kaira but also part of him wanted to try those pancakes. Because she liked them. Before he could change his mind he quickly stepped out from the walls grabbed five of the pancakes and added some chocolate cream just like she did and dissapeared again inside the walls.
While he started looking for the small female he lifted his mask just above his nose and took a bite of the sweet breakfast. She was right, those were one freaking good pancakes. He made his mind. Eddie may stay here with them.
Thunderstruck, baby, baby
Thunderstruck, you've been Thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck
Kaira was walking from room to room watching everything with curiousity filling her hazel eyes. Every hallway, room, chair and wall had a hidden story to it and all it takes is to focus to find them - at least that's what uncle Sher used to tell her when she was back in London. At first when she met her mother's new boyfriend Edward she already liked him, there was something off about him - weird, mysterious like he was hiding something. Oh but how angry her mother got when she found out that he took her to his job like uncle Sher that one time... to examine a dead body. She laughed to herself remembering how her face went almost as read as tomato and how suddenly the queen of calmness turned into queen of hearts screaming at both Eddie and uncle Sher - for a moment the trio even thought that she'll say the canonical "Off with their heads!" quote.
Her eyes roamed the new room she arrived at. It was bigger and wider, on the left was an old piano and on the right gigantic cupboard filled with all sized and all aged books. She smiled to herself softly touching the keys, maybe she didn't know how to play the piano but now when she has one she may as well learn. Suddenly a shiver went down her spine and her body filled weird feeling of being watched, just like in the bathroom this morning. She looked around but noticed no one in the room beside her. She shook her head thinking that it must be being in the new place and especially being for the first time in such a big place like this mansion is.
Little did she know that indeed she was watched by a large male standing two feet away from her inside the wall...
You've been Thunderstruck