Sehkmetians

Chapter 5

An hour and a half later, Isaac and I were walking down a grand staircase made out of pure gold, that was covered in a red velvet carpet that trailed all the way down to the front entrance. The interior of his house was like a grand castle, I had never seen anything more beautiful A large, crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, where a beautiful mural drawn of the heavens, depicted a beautiful Goddess with a lioness head. Off to the left, at the end of the staircase, was a door that stood open.

Scents of all kinds of different flavored foods invaded my senses. The walls were painted a deep red and was trimmed with black and gold. Portraits hung on the walls, filled with paintings of beautiful royalty.

"Those are paintings of my family," he said as he followed my train of thought and grabbed my hand to walk me towards a painting on the far right wall. In the painting was a beautiful woman with curly, natural red, hair that was worn partially up. She wore a regal looking dress made of a deep red material that was lined with black lace. Buttons traveled down the top half of the dress but she wore no smile in the painting.

"That was my mother," his voice took on an edge. Glancing over at him, I noticed a burning hatred. My hand tightened on his, "It's okay, you don't have to discuss it Isaac."

He slid his eyes away from the painting to stare into my own. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his sensual lips. When I pulled back his eyes were closed as if he were savoring my taste.

His eyes snapped open to at me, "You are a treasure, mio amore. Please, let us go eat."

As we crossed the room, passing candelabras as well as paintings that hung on the wall, we began to get closer to the dining room. Noises from forks clicking against plates came from the room. I hesitated but Isaac wrapped his arm around me and led me forward.

The dining room was just as beautiful as the rest of the house. Walls were either painted gold or made out of it and two crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Candelabras hung on the walls alongside more paintings of beautiful landscapes and some portraits. A stained chestnut table with beautifully hand carved edges sat in the middle of the room with red candles planted into a gold candelabra. The only light in the room came from the open flames surrounding the table, which was surrounded by gorgeous men.

They all stood up when we had walked into the room and even though they were gorgeous, they looked absolutely malicious. I was frightened so I scooted behind Isaac, using him as a barrier. He still had a firm grip on my hand as he turned his head slightly in my direction, "You needn't be frightened, mio amore. This is my family."

He swept his arm out to encompass all the men that were gathered around as they nodded back. Isaac took a step forward, released my hand, and swooped an arm around me all at once. There I was standing on display for all the men to devour my luscious curves with their hungry eyes. I wasn't going to back down, although I was terrified. My chin lifted as if to say 'try to mess with me' but I didn't know who I was fooling.

Isaac indicated towards the man closest to us, "This, bella morta, is Johnathon. He's a great man and that's his twin Julian seated next to him."

Johnathon and Julian both inclined their heads so I followed suit but never did I allow my eyes to leave their heads. Both had jet black hair but Julian had short spiky black hair where as his twin, Johnathon, had shoulder length hair. As they straightened back up, I realized that their eyes didn't look just black but held a tint of color near the pupil. Johnathon had blue eyes, I believed, whereas his twin had green eyes. Both had handsomely chiseled features with a straight German nose.

To Julian's left sat a regal red haired man, who Isaac introduced as his younger brother Jeremiah. His brother was just as handsome as Isaac himself. Jeremiah had black eyes but near his pupil was a tint of gold, as if his eyes were filled with gold. He