Twilight Blade
05-26-2007, 09:29 PM
Here's a short story I'm typing up. Please give some CC. I'll be adding parts as I think them up, but for now, just enjoy this one.
The Black Swan
Part I
As a miraculously intricate mansion came into view, Andrew stared with awe at the exemplary architecture. Gargoyles, steeples, and stain glass windows were abundant. He drove up to a large rod iron gate, it was starting to rust slightly. It opened by itself and he parked next to a 1950 Ford Crestliner. After appreciating the château once more, he made his way up a small case of stairs. His knock at the large, wooden door at the top resounded back to his ears. Shortly afterwords, an elderly lady slowly opened the door.
Andrew introduced himself, "Oh, uhm... Hi there, my name is Andrew Gill and I'm looking for a Bed N' Breakfast to stay at. This place just seemed to pop right out of the Sunday paper above the rest and so I thought I might check it out."
"Oh, you're the young man who called about getting a room. Step in and I'll be right with you," she responded in an friendly voice. Andrew smiled as walked in. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a marble staircase leading up to a grand platform above. As he sat in a crude wooden chair that seemed as if it did not belong there, he wondered (oh how he wondered) where that wonderful platform lead. An exquisite ballroom? A bedroom fit for a sultan? Hoping that his eyes would get the pleasure of seeing what lay beyond, he waited.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, the kindly old lady returned with tall man who he presumed to be the landlord of this mansion of wonders. He looked elderly, but not so much as the the woman by his side. Gray sideburns plagued the sides of his face. They trailed off to form a grand beard. He was bald on top but his eyes were flaming with wisdom. Andrew rose from his chair and shook the man's hand, he had a firm grip and almost freezing palms. "Hello to you sir, I am Gregory O'Brian," said the man in a deep, audible voice. Andrew returned the greeting and the old man lead him up the staircase. Although damaging the staircase would be near impossible, he still walked lightly. "I presume your eyes stumbled upon our advertisement in the Sunday paper."
"Yes sir, it was quite... unique." Gregory gave a slight chortle as he turned right once at the top of the flight. The old woman opened the door for Gregory and Andrew. As Andrew strode into the room a spiraling stairwell came into view. The balustrade was shining with a golden aura while the stairs were made of what looked like pure silver. Andrew looked up and it seemed as if the stairs spiraled up for miles, but he knew his eyes must be deceiving him.
"Fear not, I would even think of climb that old thing. We've installed an elevator for those of us with weak knees, " Gregory chuckled. Andrew nearly let out a sigh of relief. Gregory press a button on the circular wall and a sliver of the wall seemed to slide into a slot of the rest as an elevator revealed itself. Only Gregory and Andrew stepped in, the old maid smiled as she staying on the second floor. He watched as Gregory pressed yet another little white button displaying the number "4". His room was on the fourth floor. Within a couple of minutes they were stepping out of the decorative elevator and into a long hallway. A dark red carpet garnished the floor with convoluted patterns that continued down the length of the runner. A dark brown wood made up the hallway's walls and a stain glass window of what looked like a snake (probably representing Satan) stood at the far end of the dark corridor. On the other end was a stairwell that led off toward the right. Gregory led Andrew to the window's side of the hall and stopped at the second to last door. Andrew read the tarnished brass numbers and letters hanging on the wooden door, "Room 666".
The Black Swan
Part I
As a miraculously intricate mansion came into view, Andrew stared with awe at the exemplary architecture. Gargoyles, steeples, and stain glass windows were abundant. He drove up to a large rod iron gate, it was starting to rust slightly. It opened by itself and he parked next to a 1950 Ford Crestliner. After appreciating the château once more, he made his way up a small case of stairs. His knock at the large, wooden door at the top resounded back to his ears. Shortly afterwords, an elderly lady slowly opened the door.
Andrew introduced himself, "Oh, uhm... Hi there, my name is Andrew Gill and I'm looking for a Bed N' Breakfast to stay at. This place just seemed to pop right out of the Sunday paper above the rest and so I thought I might check it out."
"Oh, you're the young man who called about getting a room. Step in and I'll be right with you," she responded in an friendly voice. Andrew smiled as walked in. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a marble staircase leading up to a grand platform above. As he sat in a crude wooden chair that seemed as if it did not belong there, he wondered (oh how he wondered) where that wonderful platform lead. An exquisite ballroom? A bedroom fit for a sultan? Hoping that his eyes would get the pleasure of seeing what lay beyond, he waited.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, the kindly old lady returned with tall man who he presumed to be the landlord of this mansion of wonders. He looked elderly, but not so much as the the woman by his side. Gray sideburns plagued the sides of his face. They trailed off to form a grand beard. He was bald on top but his eyes were flaming with wisdom. Andrew rose from his chair and shook the man's hand, he had a firm grip and almost freezing palms. "Hello to you sir, I am Gregory O'Brian," said the man in a deep, audible voice. Andrew returned the greeting and the old man lead him up the staircase. Although damaging the staircase would be near impossible, he still walked lightly. "I presume your eyes stumbled upon our advertisement in the Sunday paper."
"Yes sir, it was quite... unique." Gregory gave a slight chortle as he turned right once at the top of the flight. The old woman opened the door for Gregory and Andrew. As Andrew strode into the room a spiraling stairwell came into view. The balustrade was shining with a golden aura while the stairs were made of what looked like pure silver. Andrew looked up and it seemed as if the stairs spiraled up for miles, but he knew his eyes must be deceiving him.
"Fear not, I would even think of climb that old thing. We've installed an elevator for those of us with weak knees, " Gregory chuckled. Andrew nearly let out a sigh of relief. Gregory press a button on the circular wall and a sliver of the wall seemed to slide into a slot of the rest as an elevator revealed itself. Only Gregory and Andrew stepped in, the old maid smiled as she staying on the second floor. He watched as Gregory pressed yet another little white button displaying the number "4". His room was on the fourth floor. Within a couple of minutes they were stepping out of the decorative elevator and into a long hallway. A dark red carpet garnished the floor with convoluted patterns that continued down the length of the runner. A dark brown wood made up the hallway's walls and a stain glass window of what looked like a snake (probably representing Satan) stood at the far end of the dark corridor. On the other end was a stairwell that led off toward the right. Gregory led Andrew to the window's side of the hall and stopped at the second to last door. Andrew read the tarnished brass numbers and letters hanging on the wooden door, "Room 666".