Romancing the Demon

Welcome

                  For the next two and a half hours we drove through Scotland. Dean told me about the town and how it is the oldest town established after the Scottish War era ended. When we arrived in the town we stopped at the Bank which was the biggest building in the whole place. Than we headed over to the grocery store across the street from the bank after I took out some money. Dean introduced me to everyone in the town. It was mostly elderly people in the town. They were the type of Scottish elderly people I always picture. The men were drunk and talking loud with the owner of the store, Matthew, but he told me to call him Mattie. And the little old ladies held themselves as the keepers of the peace. Noreen Grey was my favorite she was a fast talking grandma who stood straighter than me even though she was shorter than me.

                  When Dean introduced me Noreen came to me and gave me a big hug but I can tell she was assessing me with her sharp eagle eyes. She turned to Dean, "Dean, do you plan on taking this lovely lady to her home?" there was something under that question I couldn't figure out at all. "Yes, tomorrow morning. She will be staying with me tonight because it's already night and we don't know if her house has power." he scratched his head looking away from her prying eyes. She nodded and patted his cheek and sent us of. When we got into the car and about to drive off. Noreen came back outside and waved Dean back. He went to her, and bent down to hear her over the wind that picked up suddenly. He shook his head and got back into the car.

                     "What was that about?" I asked as we drove out of the town and back toward the hills. Dean, sighed "She said the weather has been a little off today. And that there is a storm coming soon but it's not the rainy season at all not even close." He laughed softly "oh and she told me to take care of you. Your special," he looked over to me and smiled I blushed. "They really like you, now that you made friends with the Townees, you will always be taken care of." I nodded. This place is wonderful why would grandma ever want to leave and never come back. Or even just speak of it.

We arrived at his "small cottage" that was very beautiful. When I stepped out of the car, the sight of his home stole my breath. The home itself seemed to come from a fairy-tale. It had white washed windows and the stones that made up the building were white marble and brown earthy lining. Dean chuckled at the faces I made at the sight as he carried our luggage into the house. After a moment of me looking at the home Dean came out looking up at the sky as the wind whipped around in strong gusts that made it a challenge to stand still without being knocked of balance. Dean ushered me in the house looking around us as he did so, confusion crossing his face.

We walked out into the living area, where a beautiful fire place blazed a warm greeting to who ever came in. "Make yourself comfortable," Dean said as he poked the fire higher in its bed. "I'm going to make dinner and let you experience the great and famous Scottish Cuisine. I suddenly made a mock face of horror. "Oh No! Not Haggis!?" Which made him burst into a fresh set of laughter? "Good one weird eyes." I smiled as he left out of the room.

             I looked around the large but cozy room. Everything seems to be soft and warm. Everything sang comfort and warmth to the eyes. I noticed a very fluffy white rug that lay in front of the fireplace. I walked over and laid down on it. It felt so nice, warmed by the fire. I closed my eyes after a few minute I heard food sizzling in a pan coming from the kitchen. Soon wonderful smells wafted into the room. I sighed in content as I slowly began to fill like home. I let my fluffy hair coal black hair, like Smokey vines. I never got my hair cut. My hair was stripped through with strands of silver. Not grey or old lady grey but silver that seemed to glow with its own light. Kids used to make fun of me and called me old lady child. Grandma would hold me tight when I came home crying because the kids didn't want to play with an "old Lady".