The Broken Lamb; Blood Stains and Whiskey

Chapter 3: An Antique Prison

When the door opened I gasped, clinging even tighter to Keen’s poor hand.

“I thought I knew that smell.” On the other side of the open door a woman stood there staring at the two of us. Dressed in leather pants and a corset like top, her skin was pale, but in the evening light it took a rather shocked appearance like something had caused all the color to leave her skin. Her crystal line eyes  matched her long and silvery hair, hair that was even longer than mine, which hit the middle of my back. As I looked to her I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, because this, this was the woman I was drawing from earlier.

“Uh… Uh-…” I let out nervously, as my cheeks began to shift into a rosy tint, for fear she knew what I was hiding in the sketch book I was currently hugging so tightly to my chest. I was at a lack of words and unable to even remember  the reason we came to her door in the first place. Luckily for me I had a twin what was not so easily dumbfounded as I.

“We’re sorry Ma’am, we don’t mean to intrude on your home but it appiers our car was stolen and we were hoping to use your phone so we could call for a ride. “

“Amelia… who’s at the door?” At first we didn’t see anyone else but the voice was clearly from another person, a young woman by the sound of it. The door had been forced open wider, and behind this Amelia, stood a girl looking to be the same age as Keen and I. She… from the looks of it was quite the character. Her hair was such a deep, deep shade of red and her eyes matched perfectly with their crimson tone. It must have been part of a costume, had to be. No one could hold such an eye ot hair color naturally. She, also had a corset like top but she wore a skirt instead.  The material was much different, like it would have been very easy and quiet to move around in. Well quiet if the rings and chains were not attached to it. A punk-ish style in red and black plad.

Crossed arms and narrowed brows was the greeting we got from her. “Why are you even Bothering to talk to them?”

“Don’t be rude. They’re just kids who got stranded on the far edge of-“ Amelia was cut off.

“So! Who cares? Why not just get it over with?”

The two went back and forth for a good moment or so, until the sound of a squeak came from the silvery hair. And the two women stopped in that instant silencing themselves to give attention to the noise.

It wasn’t until hearing the small squeak that I’d noticed the small bat, sitting on Amelia’s shoulder hiding underneath the strands of her hair. That time Keen jumped, And I was the one relaxed, and even smiling as I looking the… adorable little creature. I had to refrain from making myself coo at it.  I didn’t want to make myself look like an idiot.

“It’s their problem! Let them deal-“

The bat squeaked again. Amelia gave a sigh stepping aside to let us both in. “Where are my manners? You two must be cold out there, Please come in. ”  The Fire heaired girl on the other hand, scoffed, quite loudly as she turned throwing her arms around herself.

Then just before we were able to step inside the sound of crashing metal and yelling of a man had distracted all of us.

“HEY!” Called out the voice from behind. “HEY! Don’t you dare hurt them!”  He yelled again hitting his weapon against the iron bars in attempt to send intimidation towards our ‘would be’ hostess.

“Venus!” the woman snarled calling over her shoulder.  “Keep an eye on our guests, and don’t let them wonder.” It was strange, even in just the few moments that we spend standing in front of the woman, Amelia so suddenly seemed like a completely different person as she pushed through Keen and I.