This house doesn't look as large as was described by different people, - Victoria stated her verdict.
Well, this isn't a castle, you know, - Harold started his advertising again, - it is just an ancient looking house, although it looks like it's been built in middle centuries, this house is actually quite new, built using the drafts of old archite...
Yes, yes, I know, I know all the basic information about this pit. We have already talked over the terms of rent, correct? You get 150$ for the night and another 850$ if I find anything worthy of interest.
Uh, yes, yes of course. I'll be off now then.
Harold hurried back to his car with his assistant running after him like a poult after a hen, or so it would seem with his tiny chicken like steps. The car drove away rapidly to the center of the town where the office was located.
Victoria put down her bag on the floor in the lobby and started to look over the house. The first room on the second floor was a master bedroom. Silk curtains were hanging from the windows; redwood furniture was making the room look habitable; the fireplace was placed opposite to the window; a nice pretty redwood desk was standing not far from the bed. Victoria thought he room to be the perfect place to rest a bit after a long journey. Nice place to regain physical strength and review the materials. She went back to the lobby to take her bag up. She surprised to find a red rose lying on the floor not far from her luggage. First she though it strange but then threw away all the thoughts swirling in her head. Probably the landlord, Harold, threw the rose while he was leaving and Victoria just haven't noticed that because of her weariness. She brought the bag up and pulled out her laptop on the pretty desk. Opened the file and read the documentation over again.
"Karoune Wish Estate was founded in 1927 by an unknown architect.
The house was owned by a middle aged woman, Elizabeth Wish and a younger man, who probably was her husband. Later the man left, as though, the woman stayed in the house alone. Later the woman passed away and was buried in the town cemetery. Some people claim they see a lone man visiting her grave at night from time to time. The house remained empty for 2 years after the death of the owner.
The house was then bought by a young couple in 1952 but they sold the house after living in there less than one month as the woman could not stand the morbid dreams she had every night.
The next owner of the house was a retired policeman; he lived in the house for approximately 3 years and then passed away as well.
Three women bought the house in 1971, lived there for 9 years and then moved out and moved all in different towns.
The house was then abandoned for 13 years until two middle-aged men took the house claiming to be the relatives of the first owner, presenting the will of Elizabeth Wish. They moved out 2 months after. They seemed about 15 years older than they were before they came to town. Gossip says these men were seen at the local pub everyday drinking and telling stories of constant wolf howling, screaming, bone breaking and tearing flesh sounds beside their house at night.
In 1999 Harold Grydie bought the house and made an attraction out of it, renting it to anyone who wishes to spend a night in a "haunted house"... "
Victoria rubbed her tired eyes. The trip from Canada to England was tiring indeed, the young journalist haven't slept for almost 30 hours. "And why? Just why does my boss always gives me these stupid assignments?". She opened up a new word file and typed: " The location of the so infamous Karoune Wish Estate is known to many, though few know the truth which lies behind the rumors of townsfolk. Here I am, inside the house on May 12th 2004, with the mission to uncover all secrets...".
The sun was turning red outside as it slowly changed its form from a circle to a melon. "A quick glance around the house is all that I can do tonight, the article will just have to wait till the morning", - Victoria decided.
The whole house was made of oak as Victoria noticed; all wood was in perfect condition as though skillful carpenters maintained the house. There were 7 rooms in the house, 3 of which were bedrooms of no small size. The bathing facilities were well made and very expensive looking. The kitchen was not up to modern standards as the furnace was lumber fed to be operated and most of the dishes were wooden... the setup certainly had its charm. "Well so much for me eating well this evening... fruit diet as often, I guess".
After eating two-banana supper and taking a shower Victoria came to the room her laptop and luggage was. Strangely enough she found the laptop was closed and turned off and one of the angles of the velvet blanket was folded to make it easier to slip into bed. "Strange, am I that tired that I can't remember doing that? Uhhh, yes probably I am", - she then walked up to the window, closed it and the transparent silk curtains covering it. After the lady lied down on the fluffy mattress and covered herself with the blanket, the bed seemed heavenly comfortable and Victoria fell asleep almost momentarily.
... The smell of roses and poppies is clouding the mind. The whole body is hot and aroused and is quivering from every cold drop of liquid, making contact with it. Hypnotic music takes away last bits of energy from the limbs, giving a feeling of safety. The coloured mist makes it hard to see beyond the edges of the bed. There's an indescribable sweet taste on the tongue as something soft and moist massages the opened lips. Gentle touch crawls from the neck, lower to the chest, then to the belly, below the button, then shifts to the left and vanishes at the knee. Two more icy drops of water fall on the nipples. Sharp exhale. A warm breath blows below the right ear and transfers through the cheek to the lips... thunder... music and colours fade, the breath disappears... thunder... mist and music vanish... thunder, Victoria awakes, someone is knocking at the door.
Alright, alright, I'm coming! "Who the hell can it be?"
Victoria put on the bathrobe and hurried to the door. She looked through the eyehole and saw Harold. She opened the door:
What is the matter!? This must be very important to wake me up in the middle of the night!
Oh, yes, yes it is Miss Kay. Here I have your other bag you forgot in my car... - Harold smiled proudly.
Oh my god! Could you not bring it in the morning? Give it here!
Well, uhhm, I thought that it might be urgent for you to...
GET LOST!!! - Victoria banged the door close, hearing as Harold falls on the ground and mutters something to himself angrily, then sits claps the door of his car and drives away.
The young woman dropped the bag on the floor and went back upstairs to hr room. "Can one be as stupid as him, to storm in in the middle of the nigh...". Victoria stared at the open window in her room as she came there. "This can't be my imagination! I definitely remember closing it". She rushed towards the window and closed it. Only then she noticed that the smell of roses and poppies is present in the room, it did not fade as the rest of the dream. A whisper rustled behind Victoria. She snapped around only to see nothing. She made two careful steps forward, trembling with fear. The silk curtains rose up as by the wind which forced the woman to snap back. The window was closed, no wind ever came through. A quiet thud resounded as the door closed. The journalist turned toward it slowly. She gasped and quickly backed away to the window.
I am sorry I frightened you so, milady, I opened the window to take away the smell and just wait till you get back to sleep so I can continue your dream.
His voice was soft and firm at the same time, although charming it did not implant trust right away. There he stood, a young male about 20 years old. He was barefoot, wearing tight shiny leather trousers that were hanging on his hips and an unbuttoned black silk shirt with high collar, revealing his slim muscular body. There was a small platinum medallion in the shape of a bat holding a small amethyst hanging from his smooth neck. The black shoulder long hair gave out a shine in the moonlight. His eyes were giving out a soft green glow. The lips were almost unnaturally dark formed into a soft smile, though when he spoke Victoria noticed two sharp fangs in his mouth. Although creepy he was definitely gorgeous.
Who a-are you? - Victoria squeezed the words out of herself.
Why, I am the owner of this estate - Karoune Wish. I've been living here since it was built.
What are you a vampire to live that long and remain that young?
Yes. So, any more questions? Well I bet there are a lot actually, though I do not intend to give all the answers now to quench your thirst.
But...
If I start answering them we'll be at it until morning and I imagine what you would look and feel like after sleeping for two hours in two days. I suggest you just go back to sleep.
And you would just wait till I fall asleep and then leave? - Victoria smiled laughingly
Karoune giggled:
Well not exactly. As I said I wish to continue your dream. - With these words he leaned his head down a bit and looked at Victoria from below the eyebrows, smiling hungrily.
This dream, the smell, the music the mist... it was all real wasn't it?
Yes it was, pretty. You were half awake so you couldn't actually tell if it was indeed real. And either you could awake fully without interference due to the scent of poppies. As for roses - don't they just smell arousing?
Ah, yes they certainly do. So, hmmm, perhaps we should continue on with the dream with out me falling asleep?
The vampire's answer was a gentle gesture of his arm, the air picked Victoria from the floor and she floated back to the bed. As she reached the bed and lied on it the air seemed to give a forceful push and pressed her to bed. Victoria blinked for a moment, as she opened the eyes she saw that this "push" forced mist to come out of the bed and start spreading around the room. The smell of roses started to feel the room again. Wind howl entered the room and single drumming sounds started slowly gaining volume, then Egyptian-like music joined the already present sounds. The mist began to dense at the ceiling and small lightning sparks started running back and forth. The bed was hot as an oven, icy water started to drip from the ceiling. The bathrobe as animated crawled itself off. Only then Victoria noticed that Karoune is nowhere to be seen. She rose to a sitting position. The music slowly changed into that of a young woman singing a sad tune with fast drums supporting it. Victoria felt movement behind she tuned her head and saw as her lover slowly slides from the wall to her... flash!... He vanished... an electric zipping sound right in front of her, Victoria snapped the head back forward, there he was... flash!... he vanished... four fingertips touched the lowest bone of the spine and started to crawl up other fingers joining them and spreading out in different directions. The hands stopped at the base of the neck on the shoulders, slid forward and lightly pushed the neck ordering to lean back and lie down. She lied down and saw his face over her upside down. He bent down and brushed his lower lip over hers towards the chin pausing for a second when in contact with her lower lip. His hands moved slowly down barely touching the skin circling around the breasts. A huge drop of water landed just bellow the belly button forming into a piece of ice and started to slide upwards melting away as it went higher. In the middle of the chest the ice split in two pieces and glided to the nipples gently making circles around them. Finally the ice climbed on top of the nipples and melted away completely leaving two fingers on top of them. The rough skin of the fingers gently stroked the flesh and seized contact. His lips again touched hers, sideways, moistening them. Both opened their mouths a little and their tongues met. He examined the edges of her tongue then pulled it out of her mouth and transferred it to the neck. He sucked the skin in a bit and bit it lightly without breaking the skin. Some more cold water dripped on the hips and leaked up bending around genitals an collected into a little puddle on the upper part of the pubis and started to freeze again. As it became solid it began to slide down it paused at the lips as if asking permission. Victoria opened her eyes to meet his.
Shall I? - He smiled
She answered in whisper, - Yesss...
The piece of ice slid apart the lips, crawled between them and melted before it reached vagina mixing with other liquids there. She gasped at this and her opened mouth met his dark scarlet lips in passionate kiss. This time he was floating over her facing the same way. She pulled the shirt off him and stroked her hands over his pectoral muscles and abs and finally unzipped his pants with drawing the hardened rod. She spread her legs letting him land on the bed between them. She guided the penis in and he gave a forceful push in. She gasped again, and as last time he kissed her with passion, bit her lower lip, held it that way for about two seconds then let go and gave another push. She gave out a moan. He pushed again directing the force from a slightly different angle. Repeated that again, then again, then once more, then continued to pick up the rate. As he was thrusting her vision was fading becoming fuzzier. She violently grabbed the blanket she was lying on and started ripping it with her nails. Then she felt that there is nothing under the blanket like it is floating in the air by itself. The thrusting was continuing. She almost couldn't breathe constantly gasping... and then there's a feeling like something breaks inside of her. She screams out. The vision fades completely, there's only bright light, and nothing more around, not even the blanket. She can't move. And then there's mattress under her, blanket over her, the light isn't as bright any more and starts to draw out into dark features of the room. It's dark in the room but the first sunrays pierce into the room. There's not music, no mist, no drugging smell. Only the empty room and the feeling of exhaustion, it's still too early, so it's better to continue sleeping...
The sun tickled her nose and Victoria woke up. She felt refreshed and ready for a new day. She looked at the clock and saw that it's past noon, Harold should be here any minute to collect his due. As Victoria was taking a cold morning shower she tried to recall the night "adventures". What she was actually trying to recall if the adventures were real or was it some crazy dream. The young journalist came back to the room, put her yesterday's clothes on and opened her laptop. "... To uncover all secrets...", Victoria looked at the screen and submerged into her thoughts. Tire screech came from outside. Harold was here. Victoria came down the stairs and met the landlord.
Ah, good morning, Miss Kay, you look great today. I believe you slept well last night?
Victoria sighed, looked in the distance and back to Harold.
Yes, yes I did. The night was quiet although I had some crazy dream: you came here in the middle of night brought me my bag, when you left I went upstairs and...
I sincerely apologize for that intrusion Miss, I promise that won't happen ever again if you are to come back here.
Victoria's eyes widened, that wasn't a dream after all!
Ahh, ok, here's the 850$, my time being here was quite impressive, and you should be off then.
Oh, thank you, what was impressive by the way?
Get lost!
... After Harold left Victoria thought that she is hungry. Strangely, she felt a smell of something being baked. She came to the kitchen to find buns filled with vegetables on the table and a little note saying "Thank you for the night, long has been I got such beautiful visitors". After having breakfast she went back upstairs, looked at the laptop again and typed: "... The house does indeed hold mysteries but none of them can be revealed to the mere mortals that we all are..."