The Feeling of Touch

Chapter 2

It was quite rare of her to see the man who gave her the Blanc family name. After her birth, he would always stay with his other family. She knew he had other children and a new wife. The house which she stayed was quite old, with only a quantity of maids who were assigned by him to make sure it wouldn't collapse due to poor maintenance. Her well being was of no importance to him, and he was in fact the man who ordered them to kill her mother. He didn't know about her capabilities and she felt she had to keep this a secret. Her very life was at stake if this man were to find out. 

Kirsten was now ten and she was quite a fine young lady with soft black hair that blended with the shadows and dazzling grey eyes. Her complexion was quite alluring for a child of such young age. She had no idea what her mother looked liked, but by just looking at Kirsten you would assume that her mother was a beauty as well. 

A tall figure entered the halls of the living room, where she sat reading a book that she had yet to finish. He looked like a man in his mid thirties and had a pair of tired looking eyes, which were the same color as hers this man was truly her father. His eyes were fixed on the black gloves but he didn't say anything. 

"I'm taking you to live with me." 

Those words struck her like a sharp dagger in her heart as she saw her belonging being carried away. With not a moment to even oppose this sudden proclamation, she found herself being taken to a new land with a man whom she wasn't accustomed to. She felt the cries and despair of a being, and she thought that it was the house who was weeping for her. "It must be the house," she though as it gradually became smaller and its presence was suddenly not visible anymore.