Michael Petrovic

The Arrival

The ride comes to halt in front of a very dark, yet huge, home. It is a castle- no doubt about that. It is covered in black bricks from the bottom to the top. It looks very old and there are many, many windows. When you look up to the top of the castle, the buildings that lie there have pointy roofs.

I am in absolute awe. I have never seen anything remotely close to a castle before. At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me but no! We're actually sitting down, in a car, in front of a castle.

My thoughts become interrupted when I heard that familiar accent, "Ms. Lillian, he shall be waiting at the entrance."

He gets out of the car and walks over to the trunk to fetch my belongings. He hands them to me and turns to walk back to the car.

"Thank you, sir." I say but I do not think he heard me for he was already halfway in his car by then.

I make my way to the entrance and grab the horse-shoe shaped handle. I pick it up and hit it against the door three times. I wait for someone to open the door or wait for the door to magically open like they do in the movies. However, that did not happen. No one has opened the door yet and might I remind you, it's cold out here.

As another minute passes, I reach for the handle again. But right as I do so, the door opens revealing a man who's head was hung slightly low and his hands behind his back.

Not even a second passes before he lifts his head up and greets me with a smile. I return the smile and he begins to speak.

"Ms. Lillian?" He asks and I nod, "Michael Petrovic."

"It's very nice to meet you. Thank you for allowing me into your home." I say as happy and cheerful as I possibly could. But truth be told, I do not want to be here.

He moves to the side and lets me in his home and might I must say. His home is nothing like it is on the outside, on the inside. He has spiral stairs that are a very dark gold with a blood red carpet that lies in the middle. His decor was beautiful. He has brown chesterfield sofa couches with slightly matching pillows. The pillows have gold rims around them. He has a two- piece chandelier. It's very old looking, as a matter of fact, the whole house has a very 1800s vibe to it.

When you look to your left of the house, where the sofas are placed, there's a picture of a man. It was painted and he was holding his jacket in his hands. The picture is from waist up. He had brown skin and nice curly hair that laid upon his shoulders. He was sporting a slight smile- although it was more like a smirk.

The picture was framed, the black frame also had a gold rim around it. What was up with this man and the color gold? The curtains, that are near the sofas, are also blood red. They evenly lay on both sides of the window, wrapped in a cold fringe. This man knew how to make his home very appealing to the human eye.

I turn around to see the man who welcomed me in his home and this was my chance to get a good look at him. He wears a long, black coat that was unbuttoned with a black shirt underneath. His pants were also black. His shoes were nothing different from the rest of his outfit. He wears simple black loafers with black socks.

He must really love the color black.

His hair was down to his soldiers with a slight crimp to it. His facial features were very chiseled. His jawline was visible and his cheek bones, high. Mostly because he was smiling at me still. His dark brown doe-like shaped eyes were also smiling. They had a tint of shimmer in them. He was younger than I thought he would be. He was also very fit. You could see some of his biceps making an appearance through his jacket. But only slightly.This man was, with no doubt, highly appeasing to the human eye.