The Curse of Will Blythe

Chapter 2: The Westons

Today is finally the day Emily's relatives are coming over. Her parents arrived home early to see to their preparations in time before the Westons arrive. Emily's lesson's were exempted due to her relative's visit.

"Emily get yourself dressed" her mother called to her.

"Our relatives are expected to arrive here at 2 this afternoon, that's 30 minutes from now, I want you to be ready dear" she added.

Emily nodded and went to her room to change. She took another lolita dress as she usually wears and placed it on her bed, she only ever wears black but her family doesn't really mind about it, they'd even say it suited her pale skin. She thought of that for a moment, then she slowly removed her clothes, letting the fabric slide down falling to the floor beneath her feet. She looked at herself in the tall mirror in her room. The only colors she saw while looking at that mirror were black and white: her hair and her skin.

"I guess black really is the only color that suits me." she said softly to herself while touching her skin.

She caught herself frozen in time looking at that mirror, closely observing herself. First she looked at her body, thin but not malnourished, she had no other hair anywhere except in her head, brows and eyelashes. And then she looked at her hands, they seem to have no veins displayed on them as if she had no blood at all. Then she looked at her chest wondering when she'll ever develop one. And then finally, she looked at her own eyes above her expressionless pretty innocent face, they were dark grey but she could see well, quite far actually, and she could see why people mistake her for a depressed and sad lady, and she well understood why people admire her cold eyes, 'they display cold purity.' She thought. Then in a moment's notice, she squatted and covered herself with her arms after hearing the first out of three consecutive knocks:

"Emily! It's been thirty minutes, what in the world are you up to? Our relatives have arrived come out and greet them." it was her mother calling her.

"Just a moment mother." she said trembling.

"Oh heavens, try to pick up the pace a little okay dear?"

"Yes mother."

Indeed she got herself caught frozen in time looking in that mirror and didn't realize it has been thirty minutes. Good thing the door was locked, she immediately grabbed the dress she prepared and wore it quickly as possible.

Emily went down the grand staircase 'a huge symmetrical bifurcated staircase' with its base located in front of the main entrance. While she was halfway getting through the bottom, the tall wooden double door opened and through it were her three cousins: One twelve year old 'Jack Weston,' fifteen year old 'Jimmy Weston,' and eighteen year old 'Jennifer Weston' the only long haired blonde in her family. At least she made it in time before they actually decided to enter the manor, even 'they' took their time conversing outside. Emily can't say she was excited to meet them, they're different from her and she's... well, not like them, but of course that doesn't mean she doesn't care about them, she does love them but can't seem to bring herself to get along with them.

After the Weston siblings entered, behind them were Charles Weston and Charlotte Weston. They own the largest fishing company in the Town of Foregate known as the "West Gate"-not exactly a name for a fishing company, and obviously a combined name of the town and their family name, but that's what they are.

Emily was wondering: "Could they know about the chest?" she thought hoping her relatives might know and at least give her an answer.  

"Emily!" Jack called out running to her with a hug.

"Hello Jack." she replied softly.

"Hello miss Emily." Jimmy said shyly with a wave.

"You don't need to call me 'miss' you know." she replied with the same tone.