Chapter 8 - Beautiful People Like You

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Emily’s POV

I haven’t seen Luke all day after he helped to bring in the instruments for our talent show tonight. I was desperate to see him again. Silly me doesn’t care anymore if I die or not. I just want to see him. 

After the rehearsal we were dismissed for the day. We were told to plan our outfits, what we needed on stage and to practice as much as we could. I, on the other hand, took the day to relax. I walked up to my room wondering what Luke was doing right now but of course he was nowhere to be found. When I want to see him I can’t find him but when I want to stay away from him he is all over me? Great. 

When I reached my room I changed into more comfortable shoes, brown colored flats to be exact. This people do like their neutral colors. As I had nothing else to do I decided to go around exploring the estate. I don’t know why I haven’t done this before but well it’s better late than never. 

I walked out of my now too familiar room and decided to keep walking down the hallway instead of going down the stairs. I don’t know if I have described this house but well it was just majestic. All the floors were wooden and the walls were cover with wood only halfway to the ceiling and the other half it was painted a very rich cream color. Yes this people do love their neutral colors. 

I had not noticed before but my room had a name tag outside. ‘Emily Petrova’ it had scrawled neatly in a silver plate. This people went over board with this “celebration”. I took a few steps and turned to my right finding myself staring at another door with an engraved silver plate, ‘Lucia Petrova’. A couple of steps forwards again and left I was staring at another engraved silver plate, ‘Mary Petrova’. Another few more steps and turn right there was a door with no silver plate. I was confused for a second and then remember we started being four female offerings. ‘Danielle Petrova’. That is the name that should have been there. I sighed but noticed the hallway went on and on. I kept walking and noticed that the space between what should have been Danielle’s door and the next one down the hall was way bigger than between the others I had just passed. 

‘Monica Dragomir’ was the name engraved in the now gold plate in front of the dark brown thick wooden ornamented door staring at me on my right. It was beautiful. The contrast between the gold plate and the wood. Vampires do have good taste.  She was a vampire then? Yes obviously. Maybe this isn’t safe. Me being here in the vampire side of the house, but I couldn’t help it. I kept walking. 

Ten golden plates, a right turn and a couple of steps down later, I had reached yet another change to the patter. This door was different. It looked intimidating in a way. The plate was not golden colored but had the same finish as the others... maybe white gold, platinum? But what really was different was the name in it, ‘Elizabeth Petrova’. Why would a Petrova be here? Why would a Petrova have such an important looking door? Who was she? And why does this look so familiar?

As I leaned in to touch the engraved letters, I heard someone walking up the stairs I had left behind. Oh oh... Without thinking about it twice I opened the intimidating looking door and closed it slowly behind me my heart beating a mile a minute. I took a couple of breaths to calm myself down when I finally opened my eyes and it finally downed on me where I was. Oh Emily what have you done?

I had literally gone into someone else’s room. This was invasion of privacy. This was wrong. I wanted to get out but I could still hear the voices from outside. Imagine what they would think if the saw me leaving this room. I would be in big trouble. “Why do I always get myself in this situations?” I asked myself. 

I decided to just stay as close to the door as I could. I would not disturb the privacy of whomever lived here. Curiosity was killing me but I couldn’t touch anything. I couldn’t leave any trace that I was here. Well... I guess... I could look around right? Take a peek? I am already here. Fine lets just look. 

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