Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

Chapter 30

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[Bella] :

                        My eyes fell on the mansion right infront of my eyes. It was huge. Literally. Not even the word huge can describe it. But it was recklessly old. Very old. The trees have already spreaded their roots over its roof in a fictional manner.

                       She pushed the fence door to earn a loud disturbing noise. The birds flew darmatically above our heads at the loud sound. I entered behind her. My eyes wandered around every corner. With parted lips I observed things carefully.

                          "It looks old, but it's very different from inside." She turned her head in a 90 degree angle to talk to me. Her eyelashes looks beautifully longthy. Wow. I thought. If Harry ever saw her he would absolutely want her. I would bet on this.

                          I frowned deeply at the idea of him and her together. I would apparently lose it if this ever happen. "Then why does it look so old from outside ?" I wondered loudly.

                         "So people get fooled and do not step a foot inside the house." She said smartly. I would admit that is a smart idea from them. Whoever came up with it must have been living rough life with people spying on him or her. I nodded anyway.

                        As she opened the wooden door, we were met by a hallway. It looks pretty cool to be honest.

                               Artistic images of faces and people who seemed high valued. The paintings that covered both walls seemed luxurious, drawn with the finest types of drawing pencils and colors that decorated each picture and made it better than the one before. Some of the paintings contained incomprehensible meanings. And their colors were faded allows the viewer to meditate. They also reflect the artist intents.

                          Most of them seemed to be radiating grief, tell stories and novels. Some of them demonstrated the fear and horror surrounding the world. One of the paintings caught my attention and I stood a minute observing the blended, mixed-coloured picture that gives unclear ideology. The color was washed-out red, tinted black. My eyes narrowed to take a clearer view of the painting. When I caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes moving. I pressed my lips together focusing on them. They were starring back at me as if they are looking directly into my soul.

                   "They move." I looked at her, she was standing with her back straight upright. She nodded breifly. "I know. Just follow me." I noticed her rolling her eyes annoyingly. I knew she is tempermental but not to this level. Anyway I followed silently.

                     The long hallways led to a big living room. That seemed rather old fashioned than a modern one. A fire place located on the end of the room, expensive- leathered red couches around it. The whole place gave me bad sensation. I stood before the couches, waiting for her to speak.

                  "Set down." She commanded with a low tone that surreptitiously sent fearful shivers into my body. I forced my legs into walking and sitting down.

                   She poured two cups before she walked toward me, her hips swaying slightly as she walked confidently. “Here's your drink. ”