Heaven's Falling
Night
Mysterious things are hidden deep in this castle. The Castle of Haunts is rightly its wondrous name.
-Christian “CC” Mora
I follow them to their rooms, making sure everything is settled for this house is often haunted by ghosts or unsettled souls. Mournful cries and blood curdling screams fill this house once in a blue moon.
“Thanks Cat, I can handle it from here. Off to bed with you. I am granting you sleep on the morrow, I will be out by myself before dawn. I wish to capture the essence of the dead while twilight is dwindling.” I say and my niece graciously bows and walks off to her own room. Meanwhile all the guys stare at me curiously.
“What may I help you with?” I ask before pushing open the old wood door to another hallway.
“We are just stunned by how proper you are. Being in a band you get used to screaming fans and annoying haters.” CC says and I shrug. Raising ourselves with only old novels to guide will equate to that.
“Mr. Mora I’m sincerely sorry about the haters, but I would love to hear your music on the morrow.” I tuck my hair behind my ear, almost pulling off my mask off.
“Witch of Shallow Graves, what do you look like? I mean you have be almost more transfixing then your eyes, for I doubt your beauty only comes from only them.” Andy says and I blush shyly before fixing my crooked mask.
“That Sir, is a secret I plan to keep. He may come back at any time and I wish no harm to you.” I walk quickly down the hall pushing open bedroom doors. The guys cast me looks of puzzlement.
“Who is the man you speak of?” Jinxx asks worriedly. I shrug for I truly do not know. He is a man of great mystery and I fear he may be the death of me.
“I do not know His name Sir Jeremy, He took me and the Witch’s Cat from our families long ago. I vaguely remember my father and mother, I know for certain she is my niece for she has my brother’s eyes. He left us when I was 5. Cat was 2. It’s almost 20 years to the day sense he left. The day I call my birthday, and the eve is Cat’s.” I say almost monotone. Their jaws gape a little and I motion to the rooms as the clock strikes a dead 4.
“Now please get some rest, I would feel terrible if my guests fell ill from sleeplessness.” They nod slowly and walk into the separate rooms, I bow slightly at each room. Before Andy closes his door he catches my arm.
“Witch of Shallow Graves I do hope you trust us. We wouldn’t hurt you, and if you truly don’t know your name like you say then I would something to remember you by other than your transfixing eyes.” Andy says with a small smile.
“Well Sir Andrew it is not my safety I fear for, it is yours I fear for. For this man I speak of is insane. If by chance I grace you with my true identity then he would come for you. If I know for sure I could protect your freedom and life then I wouldn’t hesitate for I do truly trust you.” I say bowing my head slightly, before his soft hands tilt it back up. My eyes linger over his sharp cheek bones and I gasp, reaching my hand up to trace the sharp lines. He reminds me so of my brother, but he couldn’t be he is younger than me. He smiles once more and I return with a small grin.
“What do you find so in capturing about me?” He asks and I smile.
“Its what I don’t that intrigues me. You’re sharp jaw bone, icy blue eyes, perfectly shappend lips, black hair that contradicts your pale skin just so.” He blushes slightly over my compliments.
“Thanks, to be honest this is the first time I have been around woman who hasn’t hit on me, but still compliments me to a fault. But please, I would truly love to see your face, underneath the mask.” He breaths fingers reach for the ribbon holding the mask to my face, I shrug back before he can untie it and turn my back to the room.
“Goodnight Mr. Biersack.” I call before walking out and down the hallway. Already the shadows of the dead are starting to haunt the hall ways, eerily soft murmurs echo through the hallways. I shiver as I feel soft fingers brushing through my hair. The haunting has begun, and I fear this may be the last I can bear.
-Christian “CC” Mora
I follow them to their rooms, making sure everything is settled for this house is often haunted by ghosts or unsettled souls. Mournful cries and blood curdling screams fill this house once in a blue moon.
“Thanks Cat, I can handle it from here. Off to bed with you. I am granting you sleep on the morrow, I will be out by myself before dawn. I wish to capture the essence of the dead while twilight is dwindling.” I say and my niece graciously bows and walks off to her own room. Meanwhile all the guys stare at me curiously.
“What may I help you with?” I ask before pushing open the old wood door to another hallway.
“We are just stunned by how proper you are. Being in a band you get used to screaming fans and annoying haters.” CC says and I shrug. Raising ourselves with only old novels to guide will equate to that.
“Mr. Mora I’m sincerely sorry about the haters, but I would love to hear your music on the morrow.” I tuck my hair behind my ear, almost pulling off my mask off.
“Witch of Shallow Graves, what do you look like? I mean you have be almost more transfixing then your eyes, for I doubt your beauty only comes from only them.” Andy says and I blush shyly before fixing my crooked mask.
“That Sir, is a secret I plan to keep. He may come back at any time and I wish no harm to you.” I walk quickly down the hall pushing open bedroom doors. The guys cast me looks of puzzlement.
“Who is the man you speak of?” Jinxx asks worriedly. I shrug for I truly do not know. He is a man of great mystery and I fear he may be the death of me.
“I do not know His name Sir Jeremy, He took me and the Witch’s Cat from our families long ago. I vaguely remember my father and mother, I know for certain she is my niece for she has my brother’s eyes. He left us when I was 5. Cat was 2. It’s almost 20 years to the day sense he left. The day I call my birthday, and the eve is Cat’s.” I say almost monotone. Their jaws gape a little and I motion to the rooms as the clock strikes a dead 4.
“Now please get some rest, I would feel terrible if my guests fell ill from sleeplessness.” They nod slowly and walk into the separate rooms, I bow slightly at each room. Before Andy closes his door he catches my arm.
“Witch of Shallow Graves I do hope you trust us. We wouldn’t hurt you, and if you truly don’t know your name like you say then I would something to remember you by other than your transfixing eyes.” Andy says with a small smile.
“Well Sir Andrew it is not my safety I fear for, it is yours I fear for. For this man I speak of is insane. If by chance I grace you with my true identity then he would come for you. If I know for sure I could protect your freedom and life then I wouldn’t hesitate for I do truly trust you.” I say bowing my head slightly, before his soft hands tilt it back up. My eyes linger over his sharp cheek bones and I gasp, reaching my hand up to trace the sharp lines. He reminds me so of my brother, but he couldn’t be he is younger than me. He smiles once more and I return with a small grin.
“What do you find so in capturing about me?” He asks and I smile.
“Its what I don’t that intrigues me. You’re sharp jaw bone, icy blue eyes, perfectly shappend lips, black hair that contradicts your pale skin just so.” He blushes slightly over my compliments.
“Thanks, to be honest this is the first time I have been around woman who hasn’t hit on me, but still compliments me to a fault. But please, I would truly love to see your face, underneath the mask.” He breaths fingers reach for the ribbon holding the mask to my face, I shrug back before he can untie it and turn my back to the room.
“Goodnight Mr. Biersack.” I call before walking out and down the hallway. Already the shadows of the dead are starting to haunt the hall ways, eerily soft murmurs echo through the hallways. I shiver as I feel soft fingers brushing through my hair. The haunting has begun, and I fear this may be the last I can bear.
5/31/13