Good To Goth: Chapter 8

Alexander stood in the shadows of Maddison’s room silently completely mesmerized by her beauty, the fair skin, the glossy red brown hair with an aurora that surrounded her head like a halo, her plump pink lips, adorable button nose, and those startlingly bright blue eyes. Everything about this girl made his skin crawl, right down to the gentle curve of her neck where the delectably sweet scent was most potent. Ever since he had first caught her scent in the woods yesterday it has driven him mad with hunger and lust. Her aroma was unlike any other, it made the smell of the other girls at this school become an odor like the sewers of London. He didn’t mean to scare the lovely young lady, he was just so lonely, and hungry, and in need. The urge to jump out and take the girl into his arms to retrieve his sustenance under the cover of lust had risen painfully into his heart. The pain so harsh it calmed the soulless beast within himself.

Deciding it was time to leave the room before he could no longer control himself, he cleared his throat, muttered a quick apology and left the room in a haste to leave the delicious wine that flowed beneath that beautiful ivory skin. Sighing he descended the stairs and made a bee line for the doors leading to the back court yard.

Just as he passed Miss Bradley’s office she came out, “Oh! Dear Mr. Marquis, please step in here for a minute, Maddison’s grandparents and I would like to discuss something with you,” she said in a forced kind demeanor and smile that her eyes always deceived. Normally he would make some excuse to get away from the wretched money hungry witch, but something in the back of his mind ordered him to oblige.

He followed the woman into the plush office and sat in a chair next to Maddison’s grandfather. The man looked at him with kind eyes and nodded in greeting, Alexander nodded back and turned his attention to Miss Bradley.

“The Bradshaws have just reminded me of their granddaughter’s coming out party, which has not happened yet due to the untimely death of her dear parents,” she babbled, “ and while it is not a custom for girls to have an escort for this kind of an occasion-”

Suddenly Mrs. Bradshaw tuned to look at Alexander, “Please, Maddison is not a very social person due to the free form teachings of her parents. The only friend she really has is that butler for hire, please say you would be willing to be the first to dance with her at the party. Please just say that you will come! It is the least we can do after you rescued her,” the wizened woman begged. She seemed to care for her granddaughter very much even if she was a bit clueless.

Again something in his mind told Alexander to accept the invitation, he nodded smiling for the chance to get to be close to the illusive young lady again. “Ma’am I assure you I didn’t rescue Maddison for as long as I have lived there myself I have never been in any imminent danger, except for anything I may have caused myself for living alone,” he said as he got up to leave. He bowed to the Bradshaws and to Miss Bradley, “It has been a pleasure, but I must be going. Wish Miss Dickinson a get well soon for me.”

Miss Bradley nodded, “I will have an invitation sent to you as soon as possible sir,” and with that Alexander left for his house in the dark woods where nothing was dangerous except for his undying hunger for lust.

Alexander sat in the study of his home staring out at nothing but the dark oak paneled wall, his heart aching for that delicious aroma to bless his senses once again.

As he thought more about her his heart made a sharp pain shoot through his chest. This pain was getting very annoying, nothing like this had ever happened before. In fact, his heart had stopped beating years ago when the rest of his blood had left his body. Why would there be pain in his heart, an organ he technically didn’t even have.

Suddenly, he could hear the distant crunch of someone approaching his home, and then a knock. How long has he been sitting there in the dark study just… brooding? A knock sounded at his front door, Alexander lifted himself from the chair stiffly and walked to the door. A more inpatient knock sounded this time. As Alexander finally reached the door, he opened it to find Maddison’s butler for hire standing there looking crisp and clean. He bowed and handed Alexander a very thick looking letter, the invitation.

As the boy turned to leave Alexander called after him, “Excuse me, but what day is it?” he asked.

The butler turned around, “It is March the ninth, sir,” he replied, then bowed and left.

Alexander closed the door, how odd it was that three weeks could pass like three hours when one was of the nosferatu. He looked at the invitation in his hand, the ivory color sent another pain through his chest as he remembered her beautiful skin. He looked at the inside of the invitation, and found that the party was a week away, oh the agony he must suffer to wait another seven days before seeing the object of his longing. He sighed and retreated back to his study to brood some more.

Reviews

[VoodooWebs]

Oh!! Wow! Great imagery! Try doing this for the rest of your story. Luscious language. Though I would suggest toning down the fluttery words because Alexander is a man. He is ancient, I am sure, but he still needs his own way of talking, of thinking. Make it him. Make his word choice manly but with flow from years and years before.
Don't make the grandparents beg so much in speech. Try giving that effect in actions, in what they don't say.
And maybe have a bit of an early rivaly between Alexander and Mason. Like when Mason and he are in Maddison's room with her, show their tensions towards each other. The same when Mason gives the invitation, just notched up a bit.
More detail! Still, despite the awesomeness, it's getting difficult to understand with all of the grammar mistakes...
Good work!