The Death Game

Chapter 46

After a few days, everyone had finally gotten used to the unfamiliar presence of Mary Morstan. Once in a while, if you were lucky, you would be able to catch a glimpse of her walking through the hallways, she was quiet, never to be seen. Though even if you were never to see her, you knew that she was there, perched on your shoulder, observing you like a prey. 

Perhaps that was all that was left from her past life, her killer instincts. That's one of the hardest part to forget about, Juliet knew all about it. The art of killing is something that changes you, it shapes you, it becomes you. You can't just tear yourself away from it, it stays with you forever. But when you get the chance of actually being next to her, even if it's a thousand feet away, just being in the same room as Mary, feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. 

Her constant silence made people feel at peace, her warm smile just relieved all stress. She was older than all of them, by at least 6 years, it felt as if she is watched over them. It's not just Juliet that had control now. Juliet controlled them, told them what to do, where to go, and who to kill, once in a while she'll show you a part of her you've never seen before, a part that made your insides melt. But now Mary seemed to have control as well, she doesn't tell them what to do, but she made their worries disappear, you'd have never known she was a cold-blooded killer. She was like a mother to them, a place where they could go to when in stress. Mary was the peaceful silence in the middle of a giant nuclear explosion, she was the fire that kept them warm. She was the beauty in war.

Her presence seemed to have changed everyone in the household, even the domestics seemed to be more at ease, they had been working here for a year now and this was the first time Juliet had seemed them this satisfied working here. Though Kol and Lexis still were their same old self, both bickering like an old married couple, they did come out of their cave more often, not to do much but simply their presence was enough to let Juliet know how much Mary's aura could change people. Kol and Lexis? Only God knows what they exactly were for each other. It's still one of Earth's unsolved mystery.

Sebastian had changed. It seemed something else than Mary's presence has changed his attitude towards others, he was more open, rather funny when he wanted to, but still a damn great killer. It was easy to underestimate a man like him when he wished for you to do so. When he's playing at being nothing but an ordinary man, instead of being something that is trained and lives to kill. Sebastian moved like a sheep, hunted like a wolf and smiled like a shark. He cannot be owned anymore than one might own a whisper in the wind. His new change in personality had attracted everyone in the mansion, yet under his now warm and welcoming personality, hid nothing more than a predator.

He was pretty, from his lips to the very contour of his face, the way his jaw clenched when you're talking to him. The lines of his face are weathered like a valuable canvas; his jaw, hardened by various unpleasantries in the course of his life. His lips; a practiced form of art. He spoke with such a silver tongue, weaving together words to make you forget, fall into his trap, making you think that he was nothing more than just a man. Making you fall into his sweetened snare where he took you apart with his teeth, flaying your skin open as he devoured you like the animal he is at heart.

It might also be the way he carried himself among other people, he didn't just walk, he prowled in an almost careful and graceful like way. He was the worst predator, he walked and hid among his preys, staying quiet until they thought he was one of them. His eyes; he draws you in with his gaze. There was a special way he managed to undress ever part of your body with his eyes, the way his eyes sparkle. He created your thoughts into whatever he wanted them to be, letting you think you may capture him, tame him and keep him as your pet. But he'll never be yours.

No matter how you train him, how much you hold him in, how you chain him to you, he cannot be owned. The animal under his soul was there, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. Waiting to rise out and strike, taking back everything that you might have attempted to take away from him. He was a tiger and you were nothing more than a bunny rabbit around him. You could steal him, you could keep him, you could borrow him as much as you wish to do so, but in the end... in the end, you'll find out that you belong to him just as much -if not more-  than he ever belonged to you.