Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 39 - Lover's quarrel

Amy held tight into the picture, imagining herself back in the mansion when she suddenly felt her surroundings changing. In a single second, it was quieter, colder, but somehow better.

The human opened her eyes, almost screaming when she realized where she was.

She was in front of the mansion.

The mansion still looked the same as before, if you looked over the fact that it was like a deserted house. The paint color on the walls was still the same - the original black color, that had been painted over the soft cream colored walls centuries ago, was still a strange shade of grey when the color had slowly faded away during the years. The color was still peeling off the walls, making the mansion have a few spots in it that revealed the original color under it.

The windows that had been broken before had been replaced, but all of them were so dirty that you could not see inside. The first floor windows were all completely covered in vines, that were taking over the house. The vines almost reached the roof top, trying to cover the house completely under their green nature.

The large rusted fence still surrounded the perimeter, completely untouched. 

To the two front doors of the house, there was a dirt path that led her there and along with it, there were rose bushes that had turned completely brown. The leaves were falling off to the ground and the roses were barely there. They were much smaller now, closed into a tight hug as their vibrant color was only a memory now. 

The whole garden was dead. Even the grass looked like it was about to disappear. The few trees that were growing in their yard had lost all of their leaves. 

It was snowing, just like in the city. The ground was slightly covered in white snow and the air was turning colder. The sky was a dark shade of blue with a hint of soft purple, like it was night here already. Grey clouds were covering the sky and a hint of a moon could be seen somewhere in the horizon behind the trees.

Amy didn't hesitate. She first started walking towards the mansion, her home. Then she started running.

Her heart was beating hard against her chest, and not just because she was moving so fast. She was so thrilled that she couldn't calm down. 

All this time, she had hoped the brothers were real and still alive and now she was so close to meeting them again. She did not care if she wasn't able to get back home - Amy needed to see that they were alright.

The red head almost ran against the front doors and she quickly pushed them open. She stepped inside, still feeling cold even after she closed the doors behind her. 

The house was empty. Quiet and cold. No sign of life.

The three story high mansion somehow looked like it was falling down. When Amy lived there, their house had been in a rough shape in the beginning, but from the inside the house was in a great shape. There were colors all around the place, a certain feeling flying around when you stepped inside. 

Now, the place just felt deserted, even dead.

Amy could notice that the place was covered in dust - not just the windows that kept the light from coming in, but every piece of furniture was a shade darker than before. The stairs looked like a group of people with dirty shoes had been walking over it multiple times, dried mud prints and leaves covering the stone surface. A few spider webs were taking over in any corner possible and around the mansion there was a weird smell that was hard to describe.