Fear of the Unknown

[VelvetSatin]

October 15th, 1882...

Arielle Hawks had left her comfortable home in the afternoon to go on a journey to see the countryside. Normally she would have taken her cousin with her, but today Elizabeth was ill and so she went alone. It was a rather pleasant day with the sun shining, although the wind was on the crisp side and so Arielle pulled her coat tighter around her small frame. She gazed up at the tall buildings that housed the goods for sale and wished for once that she could afford such things but even though all she was able to do was look, it was fine with her. She only had enough money to buy a drink and so she stopped into the tavern and sat down. A big burly man took her order and after a few minutes she was sipping a strong brew of tea and looking out the window before her.

The sights of England were always so beautiful to her, even in the autumn time. She watched as the carriages came by carrying people to their destinations and always marveled at the expensive clothing some of them wore. She was no peasant by any means, but she definitely didn't have what some others did.

Arielle was 18 years old and lived with her parents and cousin in a modest house. She was a rather tall girl with long flowing golden brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her father was trying to find her a husband when suddenly her cousin Elizabeth fell ill, and so Arielle took to caring for her as much as she could. It was nice to get out of the house on a day like today and so she took her time sipping her tea not realizing that time was slipping away and the sky had turned an ugly gray with thick clouds making their way into town. After taking her last sip she suddenly felt odd and when she tried to stand up she found herself feeling rather dizzy, sitting quickly back down again, she looked at her hands and noticed how sweaty they were becoming and how her heart raced. As she looked around the tavern the faces of the patrons seemed to grow larger and then shrink again. What was happening to her? She called for help but nobody came. Large eyes looked at her but did not offer any sympathy.

Standing up again she stumbled to the door and left the building only to find herself in darkness. Looking up at the sky she felt some raindrops hit her face and she blinked repeatedly trying to make sense of it all. In a panic she tried to run but only ended up falling and ripping her dress. She was disoriented and confused. The bartender must have put something in her drink. She needed to get home fast. She turned in the direction she thought she came in but found herself in unfamiliar territory. Turning again she saw only a black alley that she never saw before.

The rain came down now in hard droves soaking her and her clothing. It was cold and she wrapped her arms around her body tightly. She was lost and began to walk aimlessly around in tears. Whatever was put in her drink was taking more effect on her and causing her to see double. She pressed onward and walked for almost an hour having no clue that she was in another town.

Please somebody help me she murmured to herself. She continued to walk and feeling exhausted and scared, suddenly fell down pressing her back up against a street lantern. She was getting so sleepy and the recesses of her mind wanted her to succumb to the darkness but she kept her eyes open for fear of dying alone. Then suddenly she saw a light. Up ahead in the darkness she saw a large mansion. The light flickered again and she realized that it was somebodies home. With a glimmer of hope she stood up again on wobbly feet and moved towards it keeping her eyes glued to that light for fear it would disappear on her if she dared turn away. "Help" she cried out and reached out her hands as soon as they came in contact with the wrought iron gate. Quickly opening it she hobbled up the steps and onto the impressive porch. Taking the heavy knocker in her hands she knocked on the wooden door and waited. There was no answer and so she knocked again. "Please"..she called out and suddenly she collapsed and her eyes fluttered as darkness overtook her. She was still alive although her breathing was shallow. Her mind was in a fog when suddenly the door opened and a man appeared wearing all black. His long dark hair falling forward as he bent down to look at the girl. She couldn't see him but she could hear his smooth deep voice as he began to speak...

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