Darcy was quiet stern when it came to many things but when it came to the brothers she was almost worried. This quiet, brooding girl was now shaking in fear as she brought me to my own room. My room was as expected; lavish, fancy, and cold. I mean don't get me wrong, it was absolutely beautiful, one of the nicest rooms Katherine had ever seen. but something about the room made it feel distant, less personal. There was no warmth in the silk of the blue bedsheets, no life in the plain white was, not even the small bits of gold things sputtered about the room exited her. The only remotely lively item was a small bouquet of red flowers in a glass bowl on the windowsill. Katherine gases outside. She was at least on a fourth floor. There was no escaping. She surely wouldn't survive a jump from there. Or a shove, she thought. No, they wouldn't hurt her. Would they? She was sure that they seemed to be men of some honor and with honor comes responsibility and she was now their responsibility to keep alive. At least that was some sort of assurance, assurance she badly needed.
There night was not spent well. it was filled with endless tossing and turning. Also she was used to falling her sleep on her phone, weather it be texting or just on Tumblr. Katherine would finally find a spot where she was comfortable and suddenly she would get an itch or she would here a noise. It was impossible to sleep. Eventually after a few measly hours she decided that she was parched and would find a source of water. It was still dark outside. She assumed around two o'clock AM. Her doors very heavily locked in a manner that it took a full two minuets to open. She hoped that nobody had yet awoken. Halfway up the stairs she realized that she didn't know where the kitchen was, but she hadn't seen it on her limited exploration of the first three floors so she went up another floor. It gave off a warm aura that drew her closer. She sniffed the air. It smelled like flowers. It was so alluring, so enchanting. As she reached the top of the stairs she came across three doors.
She couldn't decide which door would most likely be the entrance to the kitchen, but at this point she wasn't really worried about the kitchen. All she could think about was how fantastic she felt. She began to reach for the last door to the left. Her palm inches away from the handle, when suddenly it opened and outstretched a hand that grabbed her wrist and tugged it into a body. The boys was somehow warm and smelled fantastic. It was too dark to see a face but she guessed it was one of the brothers. Katherine could feel taunt muscles of the person pressing into her back. Who was this? and why was he so alluring?
"Oh my Katharine. You should not be in here, but I guess you are and there is no changing that." From the raspiness of the voice she could tell it was Tomas and he was a little too close for her liking. She put her hands against him and shoved him off of her.
He gasped, shocked. "Well that was quite rude." He grabbed her wrist again, yanking her back. "Listen Katherine, I don't want to hurt you. In fact, I want to help you."
"Oh really? Because I don't exactly trust people that I can't see."
"Oh I almost forgot that you couldn't. My bad." Tomas clapped his hands twice and the lights came on. Finally she could see. His room was almost identical to his brothers, other than a few minor details like he scent and a small array of art hanging from the walls.
"Do you like it. Unfortunately my brother and I had the same person decorate and they seemed to have no diversity in designs. So I added some of my own touch and Eli added some for his." But what did Eli have that was different? Thats right, he a large sword hanging above the doorway.
"Its beautiful. The art. Where did you find such pieces?" There were three canvas painting, on of a forest, one of an angel, and one that was gray with specks of gold and reminded her of the clouds during a thunder storm.
"I actually painted them myself. I know they aren't the best but they pass the time."
"No they are absolutely beautiful. Where did you learn."
"Well, I have always enjoyed people watching and the further I look I started noticing all the shadowing, all the lighting, all the tiny lines on a palm, and I began to pay attention when drawing those, so it wasn't something I just learned. I sort of taut myself over time." Katherine stared at him in aww. It was amazing. There was an unspoken acknowledgment of greatness between them. "Well, might I ask what you were doing by my room." Oh Shit. Katherine had forgot all about that.
"Well, Ya see I was really thirsty an since I didn't see a kitchen below I assumed it was above my room and then your room was just so inviting. Im sorry I couldn't help myself."
"It is alright, now lets go get you something to drink." Tomas placed his palm against Katherine's back and guided her down the steps to the second floor. How did she manage to miss this entire kitchen. It was huge, with granite countertops and black tile flooring. She pulled out a stool from under the island and sat while Tomas went to the fridge. He pulled out the bottle of whine and two glasses, pouring an even amount into each.
"You know when I said I was thirsty I was certainly thinking about wine, not water," Katherine said sarcastically.
Tomas handed her a glass and took a sip of her own. "So was Jesus."

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The Finding
FantasyNineteen year old, Katherine Woodsley is a very peculiar girl in a very peculiar world. After the recent deaths of her parents as well as her uncle and many cliches later, she finds herself at a new house and an even newer world. Her aunt, who rec...