I pace around the room that I stayed in the night before. The wine that I have been given still radiates through my body.
"Get it together Y/n. You need to talk to him and find out why you are here. Why there are issues with them and the humans from his perspective. And why the FUCK you are in his house," I say to myself tripping over the rug that is near the fireplace in the room catching myself with my hands.
I curse myself and run to the bathroom to sober myself. I look at myself and see the dark circles creep on my face.
"Fuck I need makeup if I am going to be here for more than another hour," I say splashing my face. As I do I hear another voice in my head making me gasp.
My library warm one. Now.
I stare at myself with fear. Unsure whether the voice is real or not. Only one way to find out, but who do I know where to go?
"You delusional prick I have no idea where that is," I say looking at myself in the mirror and waiting for an answer. After a minute I groan and slam the towel down onto the counter before walking towards the door of the bathroom.
As I storm towards the bedroom door and make my way around the unknown house I hear another thick giggle in my head.
"Oh, you find this amusing? Great! Suck on this," I say out loud and put both my middle fingers up toward the ceiling. Unaware of where he can see me.
Go down that stairs. Make the first right, then it's the last door on the left.
I sigh before just placing my hand upwards towards the ceiling and making my way through the directions that I got in my own frontal cortex. To say that I was not scared or feeling violated was an understatement. I have no idea what they can see or feel at this point. Hell, do they control how many breaths I take at this point?
As I make my way over to the door my heart rate quickens and I almost turn back from the thick wooden cherry mahogany door that I am staring at. Before I can even knock I hear a voice tell me to come in. I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding and pulled on the thick golden handle that was heavier than I expected befor it shows me a room that takes my breath away.
I look around and the grandiose room, candles, and paintings scattered around the large room with a man looking small but powerful not even gracing my eyes yet.
"You can look around if you want warm one," I hear a booming voice say with a hint of amusement. I just slightly nod and make my way around the room. My fingers graced the wood work around the room. The walls are covered with books, more than I can count. The walls go so high that I think that they reach the clouds.
I feel eyes watching me walk around the room but I could care less. I walk around in amazement my bare feet sensing the luscious carpet under my toes that sometimes are met with rich wood. Everything in the room seemed placed with a purpose. The taxidermy bugs, butterflies, and skulls were placed so effortlessly around the room showing class and not horror.
I feel a pull toward one corner of the room. Once I reach it I know why. I am met with a larger painting on the wall of a woman in Victorian clothes. Through the painting, I could feel her cold and judgmental gaze. I look towards her rich red dress and see a pendant in the middle of her frilled breast collar.
"Come her warm one. We need to speak," I hear a voice say taking me out of my trance toward the painting. I gasp and try to focus on reality.
Enough exploring. Come.
I immediately feel my feet start to move towards the desk in the back middle of the room where tall windows are darkened now with the moon. I feel myself sit down and I look up with a puzzled gaze towards the man that has his palms placed sternly over his desk and his back rounded in an animalistic power burning his gaze into me.
