Chapter Three~
I wasn't home, what the hell was he talking about?! "so your room is over there." he pointed to the attic. "uh, I need to go home." I said stuttering. "oh please just stay for dinner. here is a dress." it was gorgeous silk with a under skirt made of cloth. it was blood red and had long sleeves with lace on the cuffs of each sleeve. "please put it on." I nodded, not really sure why, I wasn't even sure why I wasn't yelling at him or talking telling him I needed and will go home. why was I still here, just standing here like a little girl. "I'll see you at the dining table in a little bit." I nodded. I went into the bathroom. I put the dress on and kept my tights and Mary-Jane shoes on also. I zipped up the back, my hair still curly from after the bath laid on my shoulders. I could hear rain falling from outside. I opened the door and went downstairs. "you look gorgeous my darling." I smiled, only because I didn't know what to say. I sat down and servants brought out plates and plates of food. I hardly could remember that the last time I are was at 9 o'clock in the morning and it was now almost 7 oclock. I was starving. "this is my fiancé." I looked around, now realizing he was talking about me and I probably looked ridiculous. people clapped.
people left after dinner ended and I walked around the house down a long hall. there hung pictures from which looked to be 1740's to now. I looked down the line and got to the 1900's. i placed my finger on a plaque. "Michaelson." I whispered. "this is the hall of my family." I turned around startled looking at Jhance. "oh, it's really pretty." I felt my heart rate speeding up. "yes, quite." I said nothing and pushed my self away from the picture. "I think I'm going to go to bed." he smiled. "wow, alright. see you in the morning darling, you will go to the store to get your wedding gown." I smiled and Curtsied. I speed walked out of the room and once I saw it was clear I ran to the attic shutting the door. I locked it and went up to my bed. there was a phone on the wall. I picked it up calling Ben. "hello?" I breathed because I forgot to. "I'm in trouble." he mumbled something. "Gracie?" I responded. "yes, I'm in the Michaelson house." he cussed several times and then yelled at me for why I was there. I explained to him what had happened earlier. "get out, it's a trap." I laughed sarcastically. "no really? I thought it was a tea party!" I said. he said nothing. I heard a gun shot in the phone. "ben?" no answer. "ben!?" no answer again. my heart started beating faster again. "sorry, someone's here. I need to go, get out of the house and get home." he hung up. I set the phone down. "grace?" I heard from outside the door. "yes?" I heard a knock again. "please come here." his voice was stern and angry. "ill be right there." the was no answer. I went to the closet seeing a cloak and put it on. I pushed the windows out toward the outside. I felt rain drip on my face. I stepped one foot outside. I grabbed a pair of keys, which were on my bed for some weird reason. maybe I was walking right into a trap. I let it slip my mind. i felt my shoe slip and next thing I new I had the wind rush out of me and I was heavily breathing I got up still dizzy and scarcely breathing. I kept running sideways. I opened the garage. and unlocked a car, which turned out to be a motorcycle. "great." I mumbled. a man saw me and started yelling for jhance. I took my shoes off throwing them and turning the motorcycle on sitting on the seat. I hit the gas and I zoomed out of there. Im gonna die I'm gonna die. I kept saying to myself. I turned a corner sharply and almost fell off the bike. I went through the woods rain pelted my face my mascara probably running down my face. my house was a few blocks down. I got off the motorcycle and ran towards my house, I didn't want them to track me down even though they already knew where my house was, but maybe I could hold them off for a bit, it was wishing thinking. i opened the door to my house slipping on the tile floor. I fell on my back. "there coming." Jonathon walked in. "are you okay." I felt a burst of energy come through me. "I will kill you if you don't tell me why the hell you would tell Jhance where we lived!" he looked confused. I just embarrassed my self. Anne walked in. "a michaelson?" I nodded deep breathing. "shit. come here." I followed Anne and she brought me in a glass room handing me clothes, weapons, a bookbag, and a pair of shoes. "go change now." I went to a dressing room which was in this room and changed out of the dress putting on the washed out blue jeans and putting a black t-shirt underneath with the black combat boots she's gave me an slipped them on after putting on my socks. I walked out. she handed me a brush and I put my hair up in a High pony tail. she threw me a black leather jacket. I slipped it on and she put the back pack in front of me. we sat down and she took the first item out. "this is called a pistol, it's a gun." I laughed. "I know." she didn't move. "this is a knife, it's the Calabria knife, very sharp, it shocks the person with it while you are killing them." I nodded. "cool." she didn't speak. "no, not 'cool'. it's very dangerous." I nodded apologizing. "and this is a rope with wire. it feels okay in your hands cause your holding it, it looks like a regular rope but once you hit it to someone the bleed everywhere. this weapon is the most dangerous, be careful with it." I nodded. she put the items in my book bag. "go to your room there is a suit case and a list of things you need." I walked out of the room and upstairs. I set the book bag on the couch and walked up the stairs. a big suitcase sat on my bed. old fashioned handle, white, and beat up. I picked up the list beside it. I opened the luggage and propped it open grabbing a nice long fancy dress in my closet and folded it up putting it in my bag, I then grabbed my black heals and set them on top of the dress. I looked at the list again. I grabbed cash laying on the table, a thousand dollars in 100$ bills. after shoving them in my suitcase I looked at the list one last time and saw one thing and that was my passport. I ran down stairs and opened my bedroom door. Johnathon stood there looking to be almost knocking. "hello. the limo is here." I looked confused. "why are you wearing that?" I didn't respond. "Anne gave it to me, I'm going to practice fighting." he laughed. "you don't even know the first thing." I said nothing. "you have to be smart, you have to be smarter than your own brain." I nodded not quite understanding. "you never know who is out to kill you, you know what people say, 'keep your friends close and enemy's closer'" I didn't respond. "you have to be fast, not just speed. and you have to play your part to stay alive." I let him in and we sat down. "what do you mean?" he looked at me. "I mean you have to pretend to be someone your not, half of the people you meet aren't the real people. some could be pretending to be good or pretending to be bad." I kept a straight face with him. "that's too confusing." he nodded. "yes but when it's not confusing anymore that's when you know you will live." I breathed in loudly. "and the fighting?" I nodded bringing my full attention to him. "that's another story."
