What Meets The Eye

Chapter Five: I'm Not Heartless

"They killed the Chosen Mortal," I repeated as I realized that could have been me if his parents were still alive today.

"Yeah, and the three witches were, needless to say, extremely angry. And they hunted down my parents and killed them with a spell," Damian explained.

"I thought that after a Chosen Mortal has been killed, the three witches wouldn't send another one for a couple of centuries," I said.

"Well, the three witches got their revenge on my parents by killing them, so I guess they were satisfied."

"I'm sorry about that," I said, sympathetic.

"It's fine, really. Thank you, Gwen," he said, smiling. "Well, this is my house," he said while pushing the door open, trying to change the touchy subject.

"Woah," I gasped. It was so much nicer than I had expected. The door opened to display high ceilings, chandeliers, fireplaces, floor to ceiling windows that were covered by silk curtains, and antique furniture.

My eyes wandered across the room, taking in the decor, until they met a pair of cold, dark brown eyes.

A beautiful black haired beauty glared at me with intense eyes while sitting on a couch nearly ten feet away from me. In her hand she held a copy of Romeo and Juliet. She closed the book when I turned to face her.

"Oh, hi," I said, awkwardly. I suddenly felt like an unwelcome intruder.

"Violet, this is Gwen. Gwen, this is my older sister, Violet," he said, introducing us. She didn't bother to stand up.

"Hey," I said, giving her a small wave with my hand.

She pursed her lips and looked me over, giving me a small nod to acknowledge my presence. She continued to read her book.

"Is that Romeo and Juliet?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

She looked up from her book, surprised, but said nothing.

"That's like my favorite book ever. I think it's so romantic how both Romeo and Juliet took their own life to be with each other. It really shows how strong the power of love is," I said.

She continued to look at me, as if she was trying to read into my hidden intentions.

"Well, we meet again," said a familiar voice.

I turned to see Grayson walking into the living room behind Violet. My body instinctively stepped backwards, recalling the incident in the forest.

"Don't worry, my little brother already threatened to kill me if I touched you," he said, walking around the couch and sitting down next to Violet.

"And this is Grayson. I don't think you need any introductions," Damian said, rolling his eyes.

"You know, if you wanted to sleep here, we have ten bedrooms," Grayson said. I knew it! "And if you ever get lonely, you could sleep with me in my room."

"Grayson," Damian warned.

"Fine, fine," Grayson surrendered. "I was just offering."

"C'mon, Gwen, I'll show you the rest of the house," Damian said, beckoning for me to follow him.

"Sorry, Violet is not exactly Miss Congeniality. She comes off as very intimidating and unfriendly, but when you get to know her she's really a softy," Damian explained when we were out of earshot from Grayson and Violet.

He led me up a flight of stairs, which connected to another large floor that had many doors lining the walls.

"These are all bedrooms, well, guest bedrooms," Damian said, pointing to the doors.