a story I'm trying (and failing) at writing. if anyone is bored enough to read this feed back would be helpful. yes the characters were based off
and myself but those were just bases and the only one whos personality is really kinda the same is Storm's so don't take offense and please dont hate.
He slammed the newspaper onto the table, causing silverware and a crystal teacup to crash onto the floor. "What is this?!" The boy exclaimed. A butler quickly scrambled to sweep up the mess saying,
"Please calm down my lord, it would surely be best if you would forget about last night's events."
Alex looked over at his fiance, Elizabeth. She was stiff, her face pale, and her stormy grey eyes heavy with sadness. She poked at her croque madame with a fork and then muttered, "What does it say Alex?" He then said to her,
"It says here, that our parents were shot. I quote directly, "' The heads of not only the Cavellier family, but also the Langley family, were brutally sniped by a butler, later identified as Lyon Addison, hidden amongst the gathering.'
" But, that's not what happened at all! What killed my father was not human." Elizabeth replied,
Alex slumped in his chair. He was only sixteen, an age far too young to have to be dealing with such far fetched events. He knew Liz had to be hurting the same way as he was, but he didn't know how to talk to the new her. Alex only wished to see the old cheerful, and problem solving Liz that he used to run and play with day after day in the beautiful gardens of his father's estate in Britain.
The girl placed her sketchpad onto the nightstand next to her bed and closed her eyes. The image from last night's murder reappeared in her head and she once again picked up her sketchpad and began to add more gruesome details to the monster that remained vivid in her memory. The creature she had seen at last nights party was terrifying to most, over one hundred guests had seen the beast and yet the government and newspapers still denied the appearance of something inhuman.
The monster that had killed Lord Callevier and Lord Langley had a fairly humanoid figure with long, tattered blond hair. The beast was unusually tall, probably about seven feet. It also had sharp pointed teeth and piercing purple eyes that bored into your soul from under an old top hat. It wore a navy pinstriped suit and had several extra arms protruding from its back. In its hand it held an enormous scythe stained with blood. Just as she finished her drawing Storm's mother called stating that dinner was ready.
Once at the table she slapped her drawing down.
"This was what killed them," Storm said. "I know it was. I could never forget." she continued as she piled food onto her plate. Her father immediately took interest.
"Yes that would be it." He confirmed. "But what exactly is it? I think thats the question all of us have on our minds." her father pondered the subject.
"Would you two stop talking about that?!" her mother screeched and snatched the paper away. "Keep at it and the foul beast will kill your father just like he did Marquess Elizabeth's and Lord Alexander's." She tossed the paper into the fire causing Storm to wail in complaint.
"I spent all afternoon working on that!!" She whined. "You can't just toss it out because you are afraid of the thing!" Storm said clenching her hands into fists.
"Matter of fact I can," her mother said tauntingly.
"The less you know about it the more dangerous it becomes," her father chimed in.
"The less we discuss it the less of chance we have of it destroying our lives," Storm's mother countered.
"End of discussion."
The rest of their meal was eaten in silence. After Storm had cleared her plate her father made a suggestion,
"How would you like to come into town with me tomorrow Storm?"
"Sounds great," she replied.
"Good, then it's a plan," He then whispered in her ear, "I'd like to investigate this monster a little more..."
"What was that Vincenzo?!" Her mother squawked.
"Nothing my dear!" Storm's father insisted and poured her mother a glass of wine.
Elizabeth opened her eyes to the canopy above. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the vibrant green oak leaves of summer. She took in a deep breath calming herself from the recent turn of events. Elizabeth knew that lying here deep in the forest was probably not the best idea for a parentless marquess like herself, not to mention that her mistress would most likely be angered by the mess the forest had made of her dress. Though all of those factors loomed over head, while in the forest Elizabeth was away from the rest of the world. Alone with her thoughts.
She had been shaken up enough about last nights events. It was already emotionally straining enough to have lost not only her mother so recently, but also her father. Elizabeth flashed back to one day she spent with Alex when they were about six years old. They were sitting at the edge of a pool eating italian ice that her father had brought home from a trip. She remembered how delicious it was on that humid summer morning, but then Alex had pushed her into the pool laughing. He laughed and laughed until he accidently fell into the pool himself. The water was a rainbow of color from all of the wasted italian ice, but both of them giggled until they couldn't float anymore.
That was one of the best memories Elizabeth had with Alex. He would follow her around like a puppy calling her Liz or Lizzy and wanting to play tag. That was before Elizabeth had moved to France though. After the move she never saw Alex again until for some untold reason, both families moved to Italy at the beginning of World War One.
Footsteps crunched behind Elizabeth's head and she looked up to see Alex standing above her.
"I'm sorry, Liz," he said, his vibrant green eyes full of regret.
"You really are like a puppy," Elizabeth said smiling, "You always come back to me no matter what," she had accepted his apology.
"Thank you I think," Alex said quizzically, and then burst out into a smile. "This is the first time you've been in the woods since we moved to Italy!" He exclaimed sitting down next to Elizabeth.
"I know," Elizabeth agreed, "It's a nice place, I think I will venture out here more often." They were both silent for a moment, and then Elizabeth asked,
"What do you think killed our parents?"
"Well," Alex said, "I've been thinking about this a lot, and I believe it was a demon."
"Me too," she answered, because in all honesty, she believed what had killed her father was not some sort of lost soul, but a foul being, from the deepest, darkest, and murkiest depths of Hell.
The day after the incident that took place at the Callevier Mansion was a quiet one for the orphanage that stood alone on the outskirts of Rome. Most of the children knew something had gone wrong, they could sense that feeling of death in the air. But either being too young to care, or not having any access to newspaper, they were oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.
While the caretakers whispered about their thoughts on the matter, pivoting off of what newspapers had stated, the only person, or perhaps child, that actually knew the whole story of what happened was, Evelyn. The girl, age fourteen, had much more knowledge about the incident than anyone who ever thought they had all of the facts about the savage assassination of Pierre Callevier and Thomas Langley. She was, after all, the assassinator's daughter.
It was true what the rumors said, that the parents of Evelyn Addison weren't completely normal. In fact, they weren't even human! No one really knew when the Addisons came to Italy, they just showed up. Evelyn, the only daughter of Mirajane and Lyon Addison was considered a curiosity. To cover up that fact, her family started an orphanage where they could hide her amidst other children.
Ever sat on the roof of the orphanage. She knew she wasn't supposed to be up there, but she also knew nobody would think to check if she was in such an odd place. Her bare feet rested on rough shingles and moss. Her thin, dirty blonde hair was moist with water droplets from the rising mist. The sun peeked over the horizon, bringing with it the first hints of another humid summer day. She brushed her bangs away from her face, revealing striking, amethyst colored eyes. Ever then stood, brushing dirt from her small white dress. After taking in the refreshing morning air for a moment longer, she sighed and climbed down from the roof, using a large oak tree for support.
When she went back inside, the other children were still asleep, and the caretakers were busy cooking breakfast. After silently making her bed, Ever once again slipped out of the orphanage and headed towards the middle of Rome.