The Mansion of Night

            “Jay, this isn’t a good idea. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

            The dark figure that was Jay turned to stare coldly into Aspen’s violet eyes. “And where, my dear, dear little sister, would you ever have gotten such an ideal?”

            Aspen gulped nervously and her gaze flitted desperately to lock with those of her companions, each of whom quickly tore theirs away from it.

            “Well?” Jay prodded, tapping his foot impatiently on the dried out blades of brown grass beneath it.

            Courage flowed back through Aspen and she met her ‘brother’s’ eyes.

            He was no brother of hers in the proper sense of the word, the important one. In the blood sense, yes, he was in fact her brother, as much as she loathed their relationship. In the emotional sense, however, there was no relation whatsoever. He used her to get his way and when she did something he didn’t like, he beat her.

            So, as her long lost courage filled her to the brim once again, she finally met that cold gaze of his. “For one, Jayleus (A/N: pronounced Jay-lee-us), it’s illegal. Breaking and entering is, in fact, a crime, even if the house is an abandoned, supposedly haunted, mansion in the middle of nowhere. I thought that would have been long since drilled into that thick skull of yours by now.”

            White hot fury boiled in his icy blue, almost white, eyes. That fury boiled away every last drop of her courage in an instant and she cowered before him as he leaned down in her face.

            “Never call me that again,” he said in a level, yet terrifying, tone. “That is, unless you want your neck snapped in two.” He paused for a moment, as if considering, then continued. “I don’t care about the law, girl. It’s all a fool’s attempt to change who we are.”

            That was it. Never an ‘Aspen’ or ‘little sister’ out of him, just ‘girl.’

            With that said, Jay beckoned for his gang to follow him. A couple of the punks had the audacity to drag Aspen’s frozen-in-shock form along with them, by the hair, might I add.

            So the group headed up the hill towards the iron gates that blocked their entrance into the startlingly beautiful, yet strangely horrifying, multi-tiered garden.

            Said group was made up of a grand total of twenty-five members.

            There was Jay, the leader. Cold, emotionless, and deadly, he walked stiff-backed at the front of the company. His thoughts were, surprisingly, not as violent as they would be expected to be. The only thought running through his mind as he sauntered up that hill was, Maybe Aspen is right…

            Next, there was Aspen, Jay’s little sister. She still hung, dazed, from the grip of the brutes carrying her. Her thoughts were quite irrelevant to the situation, but if you must know, she was remembering what a lovely, sharp knife there happened to be laying on the kitchen countertop back home. She was also thinking of how nice it would be to use said knife to take her brother down a few notches, maybe by cutting off something very near and dear to him.

            We will now discuss said brutes that were dragging her. Their names were Rosco and Butch, not that it means much. They were basically mindless drones that followed Jay around like lost puppies.

            Keighla was Jay’s girlfriend, not that anyone knew. Another thing no one knew about Keighla was that she was an alien, not that that matters in this story at all, since she will be dead quite soon.