idk wat this one really is

Passion For Death


You pull up in the long, circular driveway in your deep red corvette with a look of disgust upon your face, “I’m supposed to be staying here for a whole year?” you sigh. Your parents had told you that it was a mansion, so you figured it was a MANSION. The type of mansion with sexy butlers dudes, a 20 feet deep pool, shiny marble floors, spiral staircases etc. Not some ancient palace that more than likely had bats and other creepy things wandering around. But what was this? A castle looking building with vines and decaying grey bricks. A monstrosity. “This is a mansion? You’ve got to be kidding me” you laugh to yourself, “I am NOT about to stay here.” You pull into the rickety old garage, than back out and park on the grass for fear of the garage falling down on your precious ride. “This it gonna suck man” you frown as you step out of the car and head to the rear of it to grab your things from the trunk. You look up at the building, looking about as old as George Washington himself.
You struggle to pull out your largest suitcase and drop it on your foot. “DAMN IT!” you scream and kick the suitcase. “I don’t wanna stay here! I wanna go home! I hate this! Uhhgggggggg. Why do they always do this crap? Go off to distant countries and leave me in places they THINK I’ll like? Well they sure as hell were way off on this one!”. Dropping down to the ground, you begin to sob like a three year old, angry because they cant have that new toy on the shelf. You lean against your suitcase and curse silently when it falls over causing you to fall over.
Getting up, you dust yourself off, wipe your eyes and look up at the mansion and a minute of shock takes over you. You can see a figure standing in the window up on the 6th floor looking down at you. There was a second when you swore that the person was transparent. You look away, rubbing your eyes and look back up, but the figure was gone. You just stand there for a moment, trying to regain your stability. “Its okay Shayla” you say to yourself, “just relax and go inside, maybe it’s not so bad inside.” You gather up your things and trudge to the giant front door mumbling prayers that this was all just a big joke and your parents were waiting on the other side of these doors waiting to take you home.
You set down your things and grab the knocker, a big lions’ face glaring at you with icy iron eyes, as if studying you to decide if you’re a suitable meal. You look away from it and gulp hard, pulling down on the lions’ head causing a bell inside to chime in that scary movie bell chime. The one that starts off high and ends up trailing off in a deep groan. Pressing your ear to the door, you hear stairs creaking slowly and a crackly voice yelling “coming dear, I’m coming.”
“Great!” You think, “not only do I have to stay here, but this old croon could die on me at any second.” You snatch up the many suitcases you have with you and put on a phony smile as the door creaks open, showing an old woman clad in an ancient queen like dress. Her face was wrinkled, like a prune left out in the sun for too long. Her long grey hair was up in tight curls, she had on no make up and looked like the mother of death, to put it lightly. “Hello sweet tart, how are you?” the woman crooned, smiling and showing small yellow teeth.
“Oh goodness” you think, “doesn’t she know what a tooth brush is?”
“Welcome to my home, I think you will like it here”. You look past the woman and glance around, with that fake smile still painted on your face. You’re prayers hadn’t been answered. The mansion was just as bleak and ugly on the inside as on the outside.
“Please allow my son to show you to your’ room, I have somewhere to go, sorry I can’t stay, But we’ll catch up later dear. RICHARD!!!!”
“What is it mum?” a gorgeous male voice said. You look over and see the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen coming down the stairs. “God is good” you whisper.
“Please escort this young lady to her room” said the lady.
“Okay mother. Please come with me.” He said, “James will come get your things.” You drop your suitcases and half run up the stairs to Richard and follow him up the stairs.
You two reach the fourth floor, being silent all the way, when Richard says “Your room is the third one on the right, I’m right down the hall, the fifth door. My moms’ room is up on the sixth floor, she takes the elevator.”
“The elevator…” you sigh looking deep into Richards eyes and seeing him grin. “I thing I’ll go into my room now Shayla, if you should need any thing feel free to come see me… even if you’re afraid to sleep in your room alone, you can sleep with me” He says almost seductively. “Mother won’t be back for four months, so it’s just me, you and James, he’s the butler.” “Butler…” you grin and watch as Richard goes into his room looking at you all the while.
Three months later:
“Hey Richard” you stroll into his room in the dead of the nigh, unexpected. He sits up from his bed clad in his boxers and beckons for you to come beside him. You get into the bed with him and let him hug you. This had happened before: you come into the room, he beckons for you, you come, and you end up sleeping with him. This time something is different. Richards’ eyes are a ruby red, irregular, since they were usually green. He caresses you and smiles, showing glimmering teeth. “I knew you were the one” he says to you.
“What?” he begins kissing you on the neck, never happened before.
“So warm.” Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your throat and pull away from Richard, wide eyed.
“What have you done?” you sob as you watch your blood pour out of your throat. “You monster.”
“You were the one, the only one whose’ blood could keep me alive for eternity, I had to make you fall in love with me and then kill you.” Richard smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth as his ruby red eyes glowed.
You dropped from the bed and crawl as fast as you can to the floor, but Richard was fast. He jumped in front of you and you look up at him pleading “Richard please.”
“Sorry, I have to finish the job.” He leaned down over you, as you lay there, defenseless and crying…
Outside, Richards mother had decided to come home early to see how you and Richard were. Pausing at the door, she heard a scream, then silence. She thought it was an owl.
She walked inside the castle yelling “Richard darling, I’m home!”
Upstairs, Richard cleaned up his mess and straightened himself up before rushing downstairs to greet his mother. “Where is our guest dear?” his mother questioned.
“She decided to… leave… early” Richard said with a grin, the red in his eyed rapidly disappearing into the green eyes that you had fallen in love with.
“I wanted her to meet our other guest” Richards mother says. As she speaks, a beautiful red headed girl walks over the threshold, and looks into Richards hypnotic eyes.