Chapter 1

Hurdling screams could be heard, but the ones who made it could not be seen.  Rosabel awoke with an aching of her head, the room where she was, slowly started to focus around her, as she adjusted her eyes. It was a large and very dark room. Most of the paintings that hung on the wall were decrepit with creepy people painted directly in the middle of them.

The air was thick and smelt of mould and dust. The room had windows but they were cut off from any light source as they had large draping curtains covering them, which held a very dark burgundy colour, they were also covered in a thick layer of dust. Most of the high ceiling was decorated with black (the edge of the ceiling decor) and in the centre held a large crystal chandelier, some of the corner ornaments looked like creatures she had never seen before, but were definitely creatures she would never want to see in person. There was also a very large round mirror that hung on the wall, that looked ancient, and the frame had once been gold but now had started to peel away.

The dress she wore was not her own, it was a faded cream colour with white lace along the low neckline and the sleeves went to her hands, but the bodice wasn’t as tight, it was almost as loose as a nighty in fact. The bed she lay on was also old, lumpy and everything on it was of a dark tone. Sitting up, she decided to try and remember how she had gotten to this dreadful place it certainly was not of her world. Worried, Rosabel realised she couldn’t remember anything, nothing. She knew who she was and where she came from but the last day had escaped her. Looking up to examine the room once more, she noticed something that she hadn’t before, a painting that hung in the middle of the room. It was the largest painting and the most decorated. There was a man in it. He looked quite young but also very sad and a little angry.

 He had pale skin with Ebony black hair slicked back and dark circles under his eyes. But the thing that was unnatural was his eyes; they were crystal blue, for such a dark character his eyes certainly said otherwise. Something familiar pulled Rosabel to him, why did it feel as though she knew him, when she couldn’t possibly have known him before, she would have definitely remembered meeting him. Stepping off the bed she dusted the dress she wore and stretched out her wings as far as they could go, then brought them back in to sit behind her comfortably. Walking around the room she tried to find a means of escape, the large mahogany door was indeed locked. Walking around she began to explore the room for possible hidden doors or windows. She went to the curtained windows to see exactly where she was but when she pulled back the curtains the windows weren’t there only more paintings. Odd, Rosabel thought, this room doesn’t have windows. Holding herself Rosabel began to feel very claustrophobic. The room was like a huge box, no windows no unlocked door, no openings what so ever. Rushing over to the cupboard she opened it trying to find something useful. The only things in the cupboard were of course dresses like the one she wore, some were of different colours.

Suddenly hearing a sound, Rosabel quickly and quietly rushed over to the other side of the bed, and slid slowly underneath, she tried not to cough from the amount of dust that was caked underneath the bed, by covering her mouth. She heard the door being unlocked, and slowly the door opened, someone stepped through with black dress shoes and black pants, she knew this much because that was all she could see. The black shoes stopped and closed the door, then slowly walked around the room. They stood there in silence for awhile. Then he began to speak.

“Come out, my little pet, I won’t hurt you, please?” said the low raspy voice.

My Little pet! Who did this person think he was talking to? Thought Rosabel, She was definitely sure this man had taken her and that scared her. Rosabel lay silent not making a peep. She saw the shoes trace around the bed for awhile, he walked over to the cupboard opening it forcefully. Then he turned towards the bed and started to kneel, two hands pressed against the ground, and then a face with a wicked smile upon it.

“There you are my angel, what are doing amongst the dust.” Smirking as he stuck his arm underneath to pull her out. It was the man from the painting, his blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness, but something was different about him, a long scar reached from the top of his forehead and through his left eye and down to his chin. Rosabel tried to slide back from his reach, and got out from under bed on the other side from him. She stood up dusting herself off and could see the door, it might be unlocked she thought. Quickly leaping over the top of bed she bolted for the door, but she wasn’t fast enough. Two arms quickly encircled her and pulled her back pulling her into the centre of the room.

“What are doing my pet, trying to leave me?” he whispered into her ear as she struggled against his strong grip, she tried to flap and stretch her wings to maybe loosen it, but nothing helped. Rosabel gave up after awhile and stood silent. Reaching his face around, he met her eyes with a small smile. He was definitely the same man, with the pale skin and lean face.

Tightening his grip around her, she could hear breathing deeply; she had to get away from him, who was he anyway? And how did manage to capture her, it is quite hard to get from one world to another. Loosening his grip he let go and walked around her to where the door was and stood between her and door facing her. He was wearing modern clothes. A dark grey button up shirt could be seen behind a black vest and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Crossing his arms across his chest, she noticed he had tattoos or markings that disappeared underneath the sleeve up his arm. And all of his fingers held a silver ring, each one differently shaped. He also had a necklace, a small black chain that held a black symbol. It was an upside down moon.

“I’m sorry angel, but you’re just too precious to let go.” Confidently spoke the man.

“Who are you? And what do want?” Rosabel spread her wings defensively until they reached the ceiling.

“You can call me Louie my sweet, I love your wings, they so beautiful and white” said Louie, looking up the length of her wings. “What shall I call you, not that calling you angel and pet isn’t bad, but I would like to know the name of my beautiful bird.

“You only answered one of my questions, what do you want with me?” Forcefully said Rosabel, she wanted to know what he planned to do with her, which is what scared her most.

“You are my consort, my sweetness.” Louie unfolded his arms and started to walk towards her slowly. Stepping back Rosabel fell to bed sitting.

“You’re what? No, that’s not happening! You stay away from me!” Rosabel desperately yelled to her capturer. Louie stopped and regarded her with a frown.

“Oh dear, it seems it will take time for you to warm up to me, but for now I’ll give you a tour of my home.” Louie opened the door, and turning to her, held out his hand to Rosabel. “Shall we?” He said smiling.

 

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Wow! I really enjoy this story!! I love the ideas and all the art and description you have out into this story! I love how sly Louie is!
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