Aren't We All Mad Here?

Aren't We All LoSt Here

[Emily and James on the side, you'll find out who they are later on in the chapter.]

"Your grace?" Announced a timid voice.

I glanced at the shy maid from beneath my eye lids through the shaded lens of my sun glasses in annoyance. She was well aquainted with the wrath I had unleashed many times upon the brat, and she was well informed with the information that I hated disturbance while I was bathing.

"I'm feeling extremely thin on patience Evangeline..." I said in the calmest voice I could muster.

If I don't recieve a good explanation from her I won't think twice about turning her into stone, I thought bitterly. I won't even keep it as decor. I'll smash her into pieces and feed her to the gargoyles.

"Or you could give her to us." Hissed a voice. "It's been a while since we've had a decent meal."

"There's a Dliort requesting to see you." She said, the snakes having spoke too low for her to hear them.

So she'll live to see another day after all.

Sorry boys.

Glancing at her, I noticed how she stared at her feet instead of directing her gaze anywhere near me. I had never put much thought to why before, until I realized she was either afraid of looking into my eyes in case they were uncovered, or she didn't like to look at the violet cobras on my head.

"Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes." I said, deciding it didn't matter why she didn't look at me, and knowing full well why he was there. She responded with a sharp, subtle nod and hurriedly made her way out of the room.

The calm water of the square bath tub that went inside the floor was disturbed by my movement. I reached for a clean white robe and slipped it on, approaching the mirror as I did so.

Inwardly, I was grinning with wicked happiness, but my facial expression was hard as stone as I approached the bodylength mirror. With the shades currently on, my olive skin appeared darker than it most likely does. How it looked a few thousand years ago, while I was alive and free to walk among the earth as I pleased. Nowadays, I can't step a single foot outside without either accidently creating a new statue, or risking the possibility of going deaf at the screams that sill definitely be heard. So it's obviously paler now.

My hand lifted to remove the shades. The moment I made eye contact with my reflection, it cracked into a thousand tiny pieces and scattered onto the floor. Leaving only a tiny shard left on the board it had been on. Topaz eyes with slits for pupils stared back at me before that single shard cracked into a billion pieces too.

I had seen my features in time though. My olive skin was a tad paler than it had once been, high cheekbones set high enough to make it look like I could be a sister of the well known actress in the human realm, Angelina Jolie. I could see where the beauty had been, but my hair and eyes ruined the whole look. But I was surprised the mirror had broken this much this time.

Was I that ugly? I used to be so beautiful before I died.

Pulling up the hood of my robe, I decided not to slip into thoughts about the passed, in time, that will change. In time, I will be beautiful again. I placed my sunglasses back on before leaving the bathroom. Making my way to the entrance of the palace, my eyes landed upon the handsome man awaiting me once I had gotten there.

My, wasn't he a sight for sore eyes.

His body structure and shape reminded me of Roman soldiers. The hooded cloak that he never left home without, gave him the most sexy, mysterious aura. And the fact that I was the only one he addressed without his hood had me feeling all kinds of hot and bothered. "Jacob." The name rolled off of my tongue pleasantly.