Ma Vie

...And into the Fire

He arrives at my house and I open the door and he smiles and I hug him. We got into his car and we start driving I am a little nervous because I could possibly be meeting his parents. So I ask him " are your parents going to be their?" He says "no madame their out of town" after a few minutes have gone by I can tell that was a touchy subject,but I can't help it. I ask him " why are they out of town? When will they be back?" He chuckles and says" nosie are we" I smile and chuckle and say " I'm just getting to know you better" he smiles like he finds that funny "they won't be back anytime soon" We arrive at his house it's so huge and beautiful. It is an old mansion that has huge columns on the front and on the door is a pentagram. He smiles and took my hand and says "shall we enter" I nod my head yes and we walk in. Inside its dark but lit with candles and red carpets almost like the color of blood, the walls are polished stone. They're chandeliers hanging with the most colorful blue flames almost the color of my eyes, but more iridescent like every color of blue was in those flames. The bedroom, his bedroom is the most Beautiful room ever his windows are Victorian windows it reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe ,one of his stories he wrote with the seven rooms. His walls are dark red ,almost black, and his bed is huge with black blankets and silk red sheets and there are curtains hanging from it,its blood red mixed with black. I am amazed. He chuckles and says " you look like a little kid in a candy store" I chuckle " can't help it your house is amazing" he says "thank you would you like to know about my family history". " I'd love to" I says He says " well I can remember as far back as 1845 my great great grandfather Serverio Vangraff. He's from the homeland my family is italian. my great grandfather Francesco Vangraff was an soldier in the italian military as is mandatory. Then my grandfather Johnathan he immigrated from Italy to America and got involved in prohibition alcohol smuggling . My father now.... there's something mysterious about him that makes him the most respected and feared in the family line, he's the one who acquired this house from an old man name Rionie who was in the witness protection program after trying to escape mob life. My father himself was believed to have been in the mob and I have a very custom handgun he used to own . His name was Alexander Vangraff. Then theirs me Noah Vangraff. My family is messed up but once you know you'll understand." Understand what? Was their something he wasn't telling me. I am curious as hell but I'll give him time. We walk into his room and I was looking at the windows and he comes up behind me and is breathing in my ear and he starts to rub up and down my arms and grabbing my hips. I turn around and he smiles and I ask" is their something I could help you with" raising my eyebrow. He smiles more and says " I know this sounds creepy but I like touching you" I smile and say " I don't find it creepy I like it when you touch me too" we look into each others eyes then he kisses me, he puts one hand on my cheek and pulls me closer with his other arm.