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Haunted

The jerk of the vehicle suddenly stopping was a shock. His jade eyes moved up frantically and stared at the driver warily, then looked out the window from the back seat. The large dark brick house cast a dim shadow over the yard and the drive way where the taxi now parked.
Kazuki Meyer was an infamous exorcist, renown for his name, descended from his half Japanese and half American background. He was the best these days, and his schedule was always full of appointments all around the world. He was in England now, carrying out his duties here, for the very first time. Everything made him a little jumpy, including the people and the oh so intimidating buildings.
His hand rummaged anxiously through the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out the crumpled up piece of paper with the address jotted down on it.
“Are…” he started up, clearing the break out of his voice. “Are you sure this is the place? He inquired .
“Yeah.” Came the gruff voice from the front seat. Kazuki only saw the back of this man’s head, which barely held on to the last few strands of greyish brown locks, terribly combed over to hid his balding. His stature was round in every feature, put a beard and red suit on, he could very well be a jolly old man.
For actually the first time since he got in the car two hours prior, Kazuki saw the man’s face, when he spoke, the horrid smell of decaying flesh and cigar smoke drifted over and hit him like a ton of bricks. “That’ll be thirty four fifty.” he said between crooked yellow teeth, clenching a cigar between them,
“Th..thirty four?!” Kazuki stumbled over his words, furrowing his brows.
“Plus tip.” The driver added with a smug look.
Since he was a child, Kazuki was always pushed around so easily like this. He figured it had to be written on his face, stamped on his forehead or something. He honestly just let people walk all over him, a human doormat as his colleague aptly nicknamed him.
A breath escaped his pale lips, he piled out his last two twenties, holding it to the man.
“This is robbery…” Kazuki said under his breath, crawling out of the back seat like a beaten dog, lugging his leather suitcase out with him.
The large mansion seemed all too frightening up close. The creek of the rotten stairs almost echoed in the silence of night. He held his suitcase close to him, looking up the large building, his eyes moving over every inch. Just the eminence of evil could be felt, breezing off the house’s dark bricks, brushing at his layered auburn hair.
The frame around the doorbell was etched redwood, gargoyles and bats, beautifully crafted but eerily daunting, even the plain button for the doorbell scared him.
He pressed the bell.
The sound of the loud chimes rang through out the house and was almost as deafening outside, no one could ignore that sound, not like his own ringer at home.
Slowly the door opened and there stood a young woman, her face pallid, the very first thing he noted. The lack of sleep imprinted on her eyelids and under her eyes, which were a vibrant amber. She had the hourglass shape, the contour very visible with the white short dress, almost making her invisible with the pale skin.
The one thing about him that drew him in, were her plump lips, lightly covered with the dark red lipstick. She was unbelievably beautiful, model beautiful.
“Uhm…Alice Cooke?” Kazuki asked, that faithful break in his voice showing up again.
“That’s me,” Her voice was heavenly, nothing he had every heard before. “You must be Mr. Meyer.” She smiled sweetly, stepped back. “Come in.”

In the long hallway that was the first thing in the house from the front door, there was a long closet, and a few picture frames, all empty
“You can put your coat in here.” She said gently, flipping on the single bulb to see.
There were no other hats or coats in the hall. Only his now hung as neat as he could do. It was a little strange…for such a young woman to be alone in such a big house.
“Anyone in the house?” he asked curiously, regaining his courage to speak.
“Only you.” She cooed, catching his gaze with her own amber eyes. “And me of course.” A smile spread to her lips. “Follow me, Mr. Meyer, we’ll head to the living room.” her hand, cold to the touch, took his gently and lead him down the long hall. He made note of it, even though the pink tinged to his cheeks and nearly ruled out the iciness, he always made sure to know his surroundings…the people he dealt with.

Up the winding stairs, the living room was quite large, mahogany furniture with red velvet accented everywhere needed. It wasn’t until she whipped open the red curtains did the light shine in and illuminate the whole room better.
“This house is over one hundred and fifty years old,” She started up gently, lighting a few candles as Kazuki found his place to sit on the large couch. “I still haven’t had electricity installed in all of the rooms.” That smile caressed her crimson lips, her movement to the couch was smooth, like she was gliding with wings on her ankles.
“Hmm…” His jade eyes looked to her. She was next to him now and he was startled the smallest bit. “Ehem…yes… how long have you had this house?”
“Oh, I have lived in this house since I was a little girl,” She giggled, putting her hand on her cheek as she looked shyly to the side. She was so innocent…he almost felt guilty sitting on the same couch as her.
“Mhm…and how long has it been…uhm…haunted?”
“About ten years now,” She sighed sadly, closing her amber eyes.
“And you’ve had the house blessed?” he asked, watching her face intently until their eyes met, he sat straight, clearing his throat after she gave a little nod. “Have you kept a record?”
“Oh! I almost forgot. Yes I have kept a record.” She nodded once more. “Would you be kind enough to pop into the sitting-room on the ground floor and sign the book?” Alice asked, standing slowly. “I’ll go get us some ritual wine.” She smiled then moved just as fluidly as she had before, right out the large doors.
Kazuki sat a moment, observing his situation. Something about her was a little off. She was as sweet as can be, but he could feel a wave of evil when she sat near him but he reassured himself that it was more than likely, already a poltergeist showing itself to him. It had to be.

Finding his way to the sitting-room was a lot harder than he had hoped, getting lost in the long hallways, unable to find the stairs that lead down to the first floor. But after some searching, he stumbled across the large staircase, cursing at his lack of direction, seeing how it was out the doors she took once back in the living room and of course, he choose the other doors.
The steps beneath his feet creaked as he slowly descended them, running his hand along the rail of dark mahogany, which seemed to go along with the whole scheme of the house, the way it looked right now anyway.
The sitting room was similar to the living room, red velvet, dark mahogany. So he was right, it must have been with the house for a long time, but the furniture was so well kept, he wondered exactly how it could be possible. The layout was just simply with a large coffee table and three chairs surrounding it, all holding the craftsmanship of only god knows who. The leather bound book was right in the middle of the table, worn out with a bright red bookmark in the middle.
Taking a seat on the velvet chair, he gingerly opened it from the marked page and found a sheet full of names. Like any other record, he looked over each piece of information closely, memorizing names and dates.
“How are things coming?” She asked gently into his ear, already sitting next to him on the arm of the chair, making him jump.
“What? Oh! Fine…” he said, playing a crooked smile on his lips. “You scared me, Ms. Cooke.”
“Alice…” She put out one of her white hands and patted him comfortingly on the knee. That smile and those dark amber eyes just drew him in…dark? He blinked and examined her eyes inconspicuously. He could have sworn they were lighter before, perhaps it was the lighting. He once again reassured himself.
“Alice..” he said calmly.
“Wine?” she asked sweetly, the tall glass of red wine held out to him. He took it without a fuss and sipped at it, trying hard to ignore those dark amber eyes. “The book?” her voice asked, the other glass to her lips, pulling away after a sip, the fait outline of her lips I red on the rim of the glass.
“Oh, yes its very full…” Kazuki said, looking back to it, putting his finger to a name. “This last entry is over two years old.” his jade eyes looked to her as she sighed. He was quite puzzled by her look, but he couldn’t help but stare.
“Hmm…yes…I haven’t been able to afford an exorcist for a while. The ceiling caved in the kitchen, so I had to pay for that.” She closed her eyes, her fingers twirling in her long dirty blonde hair, hypnotizing him with every small movement.
“Oh, that is so sad,” he said desolately, sighing a little, signing his name in the book with his ink pen. He paused, his eyes once more examining the names, one of which stood out. “Thomas Rickery..” he said to himself, sitting back in the chair, his arm brushing against her thigh which was now just inches from him.
“Do you know him?” She asked smoothly, drawing circles on his bare shoulder, pulling slightly at the ends of the sleeves of his muscle shirt.
“The name…rings a bell.” he swallowed, his eyes moving back to the page. “Wait…” he furrowed his eyebrows. “Wasn’t that the name of the Eton schoolboy who was on a walking tour, when all of a sudden…” he paused, scratching his head slightly, just realizing how close she got. “M…Ms. Cooke…” he asked, looking at her then his eyes caught hers. Even darker…the dark amber was now a deep chocolate. But once more, she got the better of him and put her arctic fingers to his lips.
“Alice…” she corrected, leaning closer to his face. “You know…exorcists are the most curious people…always quirky in some way…” she ran her fingers down his cheek, goosebumps appearing on his arms.
“O…oh? You think so?” he asked.
“I know so…” She smiled. “You know what else about exorcists? They all have this scent…” She leaned close, her eyes closing as she breathed cold air gently against his ear, her hand moving to his lips. “So sweet…close to God, to the light…but also so tainted by the devil, the darkness…sweet and sour at the same time..” she licked her lips.
Kazuki froze up…the sense of evil…was so much stronger now and when he caught the gaze of her eyes, his own widened. Pitch black, no colour at all. He grunted and found himself immobile as she clasped her hand tightly over his mouth.
She parted her lush lips and showed the sharp fangs, her eyes cold as they stared right to him, almost right into his soul. “So tasty. I just can’t have one.” She giggled and pushed his head back against the chair.
His eyes widened and looked up in misery, in the midst of disbelief and regret, feeling cold breath on the side of his neck…

Description
Haunted

The jerk of the vehicle suddenly stopping was a shock. His jade eyes moved up frantically and stared at the driver warily, then looked out the window from the back seat. The large dark brick house cast a dim shadow over the yard and the drive way where the taxi now parked.
Kazuki Meyer was an infamous exorcist, renown for his name, descended from his half Japanese and half American background. He was the best these days, and his schedule was always full of appointments all around the world. He was in England now, carrying out his duties here, for the very first time. Everything made him a little jumpy, including the people and the oh so intimidating buildings.
His hand rummaged anxiously through the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out the crumpled up piece of paper with the address jotted down on it.
“Are…” he started up, clearing the break out of his voice. “Are you sure this is the place? He inquired .
“Yeah.” Came the gruff voice from the front seat. Kazuki only saw the back of this man’s head, which barely held on to the last few strands of greyish brown locks, terribly combed over to hid his balding. His stature was round in every feature, put a beard and red suit on, he could very well be a jolly old man.
For actually the first time since he got in the car two hours prior, Kazuki saw the man’s face, when he spoke, the horrid smell of decaying flesh and cigar smoke drifted over and hit him like a ton of bricks. “That’ll be thirty four fifty.” he said between crooked yellow teeth, clenching a cigar between them,
“Th..thirty four?!” Kazuki stumbled over his words, furrowing his brows.
“Plus tip.” The driver added with a smug look.
Since he was a child, Kazuki was always pushed around so easily like this. He figured it had to be written on his face, stamped on his forehead or something. He honestly just let people walk all over him, a human doormat as his colleague aptly nicknamed him.
A breath escaped his pale lips, he piled out his last two twenties, holding it to the man.
“This is robbery…” Kazuki said under his breath, crawling out of the back seat like a beaten dog, lugging his leather suitcase out with him.
The large mansion seemed all too frightening up close. The creek of the rotten stairs almost echoed in the silence of night. He held his suitcase close to him, looking up the large building, his eyes moving over every inch. Just the eminence of evil could be felt, breezing off the house’s dark bricks, brushing at his layered auburn hair.
The frame around the doorbell was etched redwood, gargoyles and bats, beautifully crafted but eerily daunting, even the plain button for the doorbell scared him.
He pressed the bell.
The sound of the loud chimes rang through out the house and was almost as deafening outside, no one could ignore that sound, not like his own ringer at home.
Slowly the door opened and there stood a young woman, her face pallid, the very first thing he noted. The lack of sleep imprinted on her eyelids and under her eyes, which were a vibrant amber. She had the hourglass shape, the contour very visible with the white short dress, almost making her invisible with the pale skin.
The one thing about him that drew him in, were her plump lips, lightly covered with the dark red lipstick. She was unbelievably beautiful, model beautiful.
“Uhm…Alice Cooke?” Kazuki asked, that faithful break in his voice showing up again.
“That’s me,” Her voice was heavenly, nothing he had every heard before. “You must be Mr. Meyer.” She smiled sweetly, stepped back. “Come in.”

In the long hallway that was the first thing in the house from the front door, there was a long closet, and a few picture frames, all empty
“You can put your coat in here.” She said gently, flipping on the single bulb to see.
There were no other hats or coats in the hall. Only his now hung as neat as he could do. It was a little strange…for such a young woman to be alone in such a big house.
“Anyone in the house?” he asked curiously, regaining his courage to speak.
“Only you.” She cooed, catching his gaze with her own amber eyes. “And me of course.” A smile spread to her lips. “Follow me, Mr. Meyer, we’ll head to the living room.” her hand, cold to the touch, took his gently and lead him down the long hall. He made note of it, even though the pink tinged to his cheeks and nearly ruled out the iciness, he always made sure to know his surroundings…the people he dealt with.

Up the winding stairs, the living room was quite large, mahogany furniture with red velvet accented everywhere needed. It wasn’t until she whipped open the red curtains did the light shine in and illuminate the whole room better.
“This house is over one hundred and fifty years old,” She started up gently, lighting a few candles as Kazuki found his place to sit on the large couch. “I still haven’t had electricity installed in all of the rooms.” That smile caressed her crimson lips, her movement to the couch was smooth, like she was gliding with wings on her ankles.
“Hmm…” His jade eyes looked to her. She was next to him now and he was startled the smallest bit. “Ehem…yes… how long have you had this house?”
“Oh, I have lived in this house since I was a little girl,” She giggled, putting her hand on her cheek as she looked shyly to the side. She was so innocent…he almost felt guilty sitting on the same couch as her.
“Mhm…and how long has it been…uhm…haunted?”
“About ten years now,” She sighed sadly, closing her amber eyes.
“And you’ve had the house blessed?” he asked, watching her face intently until their eyes met, he sat straight, clearing his throat after she gave a little nod. “Have you kept a record?”
“Oh! I almost forgot. Yes I have kept a record.” She nodded once more. “Would you be kind enough to pop into the sitting-room on the ground floor and sign the book?” Alice asked, standing slowly. “I’ll go get us some ritual wine.” She smiled then moved just as fluidly as she had before, right out the large doors.
Kazuki sat a moment, observing his situation. Something about her was a little off. She was as sweet as can be, but he could feel a wave of evil when she sat near him but he reassured himself that it was more than likely, already a poltergeist showing itself to him. It had to be.

Finding his way to the sitting-room was a lot harder than he had hoped, getting lost in the long hallways, unable to find the stairs that lead down to the first floor. But after some searching, he stumbled across the large staircase, cursing at his lack of direction, seeing how it was out the doors she took once back in the living room and of course, he choose the other doors.
The steps beneath his feet creaked as he slowly descended them, running his hand along the rail of dark mahogany, which seemed to go along with the whole scheme of the house, the way it looked right now anyway.
The sitting room was similar to the living room, red velvet, dark mahogany. So he was right, it must have been with the house for a long time, but the furniture was so well kept, he wondered exactly how it could be possible. The layout was just simply with a large coffee table and three chairs surrounding it, all holding the craftsmanship of only god knows who. The leather bound book was right in the middle of the table, worn out with a bright red bookmark in the middle.
Taking a seat on the velvet chair, he gingerly opened it from the marked page and found a sheet full of names. Like any other record, he looked over each piece of information closely, memorizing names and dates.
“How are things coming?” She asked gently into his ear, already sitting next to him on the arm of the chair, making him jump.
“What? Oh! Fine…” he said, playing a crooked smile on his lips. “You scared me, Ms. Cooke.”
“Alice…” She put out one of her white hands and patted him comfortingly on the knee. That smile and those dark amber eyes just drew him in…dark? He blinked and examined her eyes inconspicuously. He could have sworn they were lighter before, perhaps it was the lighting. He once again reassured himself.
“Alice..” he said calmly.
“Wine?” she asked sweetly, the tall glass of red wine held out to him. He took it without a fuss and sipped at it, trying hard to ignore those dark amber eyes. “The book?” her voice asked, the other glass to her lips, pulling away after a sip, the fait outline of her lips I red on the rim of the glass.
“Oh, yes its very full…” Kazuki said, looking back to it, putting his finger to a name. “This last entry is over two years old.” his jade eyes looked to her as she sighed. He was quite puzzled by her look, but he couldn’t help but stare.
“Hmm…yes…I haven’t been able to afford an exorcist for a while. The ceiling caved in the kitchen, so I had to pay for that.” She closed her eyes, her fingers twirling in her long dirty blonde hair, hypnotizing him with every small movement.
“Oh, that is so sad,” he said desolately, sighing a little, signing his name in the book with his ink pen. He paused, his eyes once more examining the names, one of which stood out. “Thomas Rickery..” he said to himself, sitting back in the chair, his arm brushing against her thigh which was now just inches from him.
“Do you know him?” She asked smoothly, drawing circles on his bare shoulder, pulling slightly at the ends of the sleeves of his muscle shirt.
“The name…rings a bell.” he swallowed, his eyes moving back to the page. “Wait…” he furrowed his eyebrows. “Wasn’t that the name of the Eton schoolboy who was on a walking tour, when all of a sudden…” he paused, scratching his head slightly, just realizing how close she got. “M…Ms. Cooke…” he asked, looking at her then his eyes caught hers. Even darker…the dark amber was now a deep chocolate. But once more, she got the better of him and put her arctic fingers to his lips.
“Alice…” she corrected, leaning closer to his face. “You know…exorcists are the most curious people…always quirky in some way…” she ran her fingers down his cheek, goosebumps appearing on his arms.
“O…oh? You think so?” he asked.
“I know so…” She smiled. “You know what else about exorcists? They all have this scent…” She leaned close, her eyes closing as she breathed cold air gently against his ear, her hand moving to his lips. “So sweet…close to God, to the light…but also so tainted by the devil, the darkness…sweet and sour at the same time..” she licked her lips.
Kazuki froze up…the sense of evil…was so much stronger now and when he caught the gaze of her eyes, his own widened. Pitch black, no colour at all. He grunted and found himself immobile as she clasped her hand tightly over his mouth.
She parted her lush lips and showed the sharp fangs, her eyes cold as they stared right to him, almost right into his soul. “So tasty. I just can’t have one.” She giggled and pushed his head back against the chair.
His eyes widened and looked up in misery, in the midst of disbelief and regret, feeling cold breath on the side of his neck…