(except for the very few people that came in over the years to update the house) and here she was now sleeping soundly on his couch. Without a care in the world it seemed.
She had said that she had nowhere else to go. Since when did he have a heart? One hundred and fifty years ago he realized. He had allowed the electricians and plumbers to hang around and do what they needed to do. He was curious after all. He could always sense from the people if they were planning on staying or not. He knew that the workers were just there to do their job and then they were leaving so, he didn’t bother them. That fat old geezer who hired them wasn’t standing a chance though. As soon as he had walked in the door Brendan had slammed the door behind him and threw him up against the wall. He didn’t expect the man to wet himself but that was a nice bonus. It had been at least ten years before that one since he had encountered any of the living.
He had had countless tricks, numerous ways of scaring people out of his house for good. But it had been a hundred and fifty years since anyone had stayed the night in his house besides himself. The servants just seemed to have disappeared after his death, leaving their belongings behind, and with his sister passing just before himself, there was no one left. Now, as he stood looking down over the quilt covered body he wondered why he had let her stay. He moved the blanket off of her head so that he could get a better look at her up close.
He was annoyed when he saw the mask over her eyes. The contraption that she had tucked into her ears was playing some very loud annoying music. That was going to have to go immediately. He threw it down and stomped on it until it was silent, another one of those amazing things that had entered the living world since his passing. He moved the mask up over her forehead and stared at her in awe.
“An angel.” He whispered. He looked up at the ceiling and said, “Finally. After one hundred and fifty years of being stuck in this house you send me an angel…with pink hair.” He said when he looked back down and noticed the stripe of pink that ran down the front of her beautiful, flowing blonde hair. “And she sleeps.”
Of course she wasn’t an angel, he thought. And she would be gone first thing in the morning. He walked away back up the stairs where he spent most of his time in his library, alone.
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As the sun shone through the tall windows of what Drew would call the living room area of the castle, she woke up feeling completely refreshed. She had had an amazing dream the night before of a tall handsome gentlemen and herself dancing in a ballroom. She wore a long flowing dress just like Scarlett in Gone with the Wind. In fact now that she thought about it, it reminded her of the scene from Beauty and the Beast, minus the singing tea pot of course. She figured it must have been a dream because she had never danced with a man in her life and had absolutely no intentions of ever doing so. For some reason, in the dream, it made her feel like flying.
Once she sat up and her eyes had adjusted, she realized that her mask was lying on a small table beside the couch and her I-Pod was in several small pieces beside it. The front door was standing wide open with her suitcase and bag, that now had her pillow and blanket stuffed back in it, waiting for her in the door way. It was halfway out the door as if whoever moved it wasn’t going any farther or putting any more effort into helping her find her way out.
“Well, I guess that is as about as frank as you can get.”
She stood up and stretched and took a better look at her surroundings now that it was daylight. The place was absolutely gorgeous. The chandelier that hung above her head must have been made of real crystal the way that the colors changed in the sun. It had to have at least 50 layers from top to bottom. If it wasn’t for the cobwebs hanging from every nick and cranny the place