Black Beauty [ON HOLD]

Black Beauty: Chapter 10 - Oh, Fuck It

Sebastian's POV

The sound of crystal shattering to pieces echoed throughout the bakery.

That's a bad sign innit'?

What is?

The glass smashing? Like in those moments? The voodoo horror moments thing? Gahhh! I don't know how to say it but..something's up Sebastian.

Do I give a fuck?

He let out a frustrated sigh and I twisted my body a 180゜to get a better look.

Jeremy's waitress-cum-prostitute had dropped two crystal liquor glasses onto the ground and by the horrified look on her face, the consequences weren't going to be pretty.

Not a moment later, Jeremy came storming out the bakery's kitchen and grabbed the waitress by her wrists and started his lecturing in an audible tone.

You could say he'd thrown in a few whacks to the face and the buttocks here and there.

Bloody tease.

By now the whole bakery had their eyes set on Jeremy and the waitress, apparently whose name was Svetlana due to Jeremy screaming out her name at least a gazillion times.

Not being able to tolerate such drama, I slammed £35 on the counter and left the bakery.

But the total was £20!

'Keep the change you filthy animal', I thought to myself as I walked out the door.

I was greeted by the winter breeze.

Damn, the cool wind feels great!

I did a little man strut and tried cat-walking on the pavement.

Why?

Well because I felt silly and no one was around so...meh.

I swear I was drunk.

I think I lost track of where I was going because I ended up stopping at an empty street.

A thick layer of fog was hovering about the area and trust me, this felt like Slender Man.

I had nothing interesting to do anyway so, I decided to walk randomly into a dead, empty street.

I hope you do know that any other normal human being would just...WALK AWAY.

As I proceeded further into the fog I saw buildings. They looked like they had been stomped upon and I could have sworn I saw a skeleton under the scattered remains.

This place was starting to give me the creeps and I immediately started regretting my decision to come here. The fog got thinner and thinner as I walked through it and suddenly I came to a stop and gaped at what stood in front of me at the end of the street.

This is art.

I was looking at a magnificent piece of architecture.

It was a cottage coated in black with beautiful carvings and golden amber pieces that fitted into the house. I've always loved great works of Art.

And no, not Mona Lisa...That's just...NO.

As I was exploring the house, I discovered that this house was around for at least a hundred years or so. But what got my mind thinking was that if the other buildings were no more than crumbled plaster and brick, why was this cottage in prim and proper shape?

Does someone live here?

Psshhh! Of course not.

Standing in the backyard I noticed a familiar looking black cat snarling at us through the leafless trees.

What a cute creature! I could just eat you up!

Ew. You are disgusting.

Shut up.

I called out to it and within a moment it came scampering on its furry white-socks. It was the cat that kept following Morgan.

(AKA. A black cat with white feet)

I cradled it in my arms a looked at its ginormous eyes. They were a glimmering shade of grassy neon green. Stroking its silky black coat he found a perfect opportunity to ruin the peaceful silence.

It even looks a bit like Morgan, eh?

Oh for fucks sake.

Suddenly I hear the front door open, someone being kicked out and then being slammed shut.

Silence.

Then the sounds of desperate cries and sobs. Almost like someone asking for saving.

Tip-toeing around the house to the front porch I saw a body trembling and shaking. The sobs were emulating through the night.

I think my tip-toeing was a complete catastrophe because as soon as I took another step, a twig snapped causing the person to look up at me, tears streaming down her face.

Oh. My. Lawrd.

Morgan?