Yet another story from me..
PROLOGUE
The silhouette of the mistress stalked across one of the many corridors in the house. It was a time late in the night and the manner was dark. As the young woman passed down the hallway she hummed a slow, sad tune.
Pausing at a door she and opened it slowly. Apparently, the lady was in no hurry to get anywhere, anytime soon. The room was black but you could still make out the bed and dresser that filled it. The miss took no time to light a candle, the lit match still clutched in her hand. The flame started to become very close to her death-white fingers.
At the last second she blew the blaze out, tossing the match down on the dresser. She picked up a pad of paper and pencil and sat down on her bed. The woman merely preferred the warming feeling of the candle’s light to the sting of artificial. She began to draw the candle and its light.
She paused to look up at the mirror. The soft light made her look mysterious but considering she already was made no difference. The light shaped her face, round, pale and beautiful. Her lovely long hair melted into the darkness. The one figure that stood out the most on her were her eyes. They were all her mystery, two large opal eyes, something you didn't see everyday. Smirking she adverted her attention back to her drawing.
After a while, she yawned and decided to retire to bed. Blowing the candle out she watched the smoke rise up and disappear. She set the pad and pencil on the dresser and climbed under the covers on her bed.
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