Michael Petrovic {Michael Jackson Fanfic}

Chapter 2: The Arrival

The man drops me off in front of this humongous castle, all black and brick.

The man takes my luggage and walks me to the castle. He walks me to the gates and they slowly opened making rusts noises. He puts my luggage down and leaves before I could ask what to do or where was he going. He vanished. Disappeared. What ever you call it.

I take this time to look at my surroundings. I was in a place that looked like it could be in the woods. I can hear animals shuffling in the bushes and trees.

I walk into the gates and stop at an all black door. I grabbed the handle and knocked with it. After a few it opens and I see a man with his head down and wearing all black. A black trench coat, black pants that look leather, black boots, and black gloves.

The man looks up and his eyes meet mine. "Hello, Ms. Lilian. I am Michael Petrovic, and I'm glad to accompany you into my home," His voice was like the other mans but more sharp.

I just nod and smile.

"Please...come in, "  He opens the door wider to let me in and he gestures for me to follow him.

"This is a really nice place, Mr. Petrovic," I complimented. It was nice it was quiet and too peaceful, but nice. He had spiral stairs with a gold carpet in the middle of them. We walk up the gold stairs and into a long hallway.

"Why, thank you Ms. Lilian," He says as we stop infront of a door.
"You must be cold I can smell how cold you're b- I mean it's pretty chilly out."

I just nod as I soon start to feel cold, at first I didn't.

"This is you're room Ms. Lilian," He says, "There's some...rules I'd like to tell you. Number 1: you're allowed anywhere except the very top floors. After floors, 312 you may not go past. Second: you can only stay in these premises go nowhere except my home. You may go to the swing set, garden, or anywhere you'd like except out those gates. You would rarely see me in the day probably never but you will around supper time. And number 3: Mr. Vorlel here will be accompanying you, and cooking for you while I'm not here. Understand?"

I nod my head 'yes'.

"Now, you must be hungry. Humans are always hungry," He paused, "I mean us humans are."

I nod because I was starving.
He must think you're stupid with all this nodding.

He took me to the dining hall the table could fit at least 20 people. Mr. Petrovic sits down opposite of me while drinking this thick red beverage.

Mr. Vorlel comes with a tray of food. Steak, salad, mashed potatoes, green beans, Collard greans, corn, and much more were pulled onto it. I dig in right away.

"Aren't you going to eat, Mr. Petrovic?" I ask, my mouth full of salad.

"Oh no, I've eaten already," He said licking his lips. I do a little nod and go back to eating.

After hearing my fork clump up against the tray, I figure I was done eating. I clean up a little bit of the humongous mess I made and stand up.

"Goodnight, Mr. Petrovic, and thank you for welcoming me into your lovely home," I smile.

"Oh no problem," He smiles showing his teeth. Which I may add was beautiful, "Goodnight."

With that I get up and go. I wander through the hallways and come to this big-humongous-room full of paintings of all sorts. They look like they been painted years ago. They're all amazing but one caught my eye. A picture of a man in a red cape but dressed in all black he was wearing a fedora and standing on top of a tall building with his head down. I'd have to ask Mr. Petrovic about that soon.