Vile Amity 3
Rosalie Sierra had an exceptionally normal life, being a homosexual homicide detective, her sister a deranged psychopath on the loose, her mother and father murdered by her sister's ex-fiance, Fredric when she was 14. Now she's fallen in love with an assassin who was sent to kill her in the first place, and blessed (or cursed) with eternal life. Suddenly, her oh-so-normal life takes a turn for the worse.
If there was a migraine worse than the one Rose Sierra had, she couldn't possibly imagine how bad that person must have wanted to kill themselves. She awoke on the floor of the room with the dead body in it at 3:10 AM. Her head spun as she slowly sat up and remembered the occurrence that night.
...Come to this address...
...Burn this paper...nothing...safe...knock 3 times...3:15......
...3:15...
It was 5 minutes to 3:15. Rose jumped to her feet and ignored the feeling of nausea that suddenly swept through her. The room was still dark and she almost tripped over Schön on the way to the window. The window was draped in a dark cloth of some sort but billowing open from the mornings wind. As Rosalie's hands met the window sill, the wind blew on her face giving only a slight relief from her migraine. She looked across the street to see a bright pink neon sign that read Nagel Laden and beside there, another sign, this time a little duller, which read Krankengymnastik. It was then Rose decided to go to the address on the sheet of paper, not only get her wounds attended to but to get her questions answered.
She leaped over the dead body and landed with a soft thud. The folded piece of paper was right where she had gotten up. She bent over with some difficulty and picked up the piece of paper with her left hand, while holding her head on her shoulders with her right. The paper had regular sized elegant printing on it. 3443A Königlich Straße. She said the words over and over to herself.
Faster than she thought possible, she dashed out the door and down the stairs, Victoria was passed out on the couch as Rose dashed by. The front door was left open and a new wave of biliousness swept over her. She ran as fast as she could down the main street, past Krankengymnastik, and realized she was on Königlich Straße already. She counted the numbers as she flew past them.
3437...3439...3441...3443. She came to a sudden halt and almost missed the door. The building was drab and had no color to it. The bricks only a lifeless shade of brown, yet, something seemed to lurk behind the thick walls. Something full of life. Being the only one out on the streets, Rosalie felt safer. She held the pain in her left hip with her hand as she gasped for air. She looked to her watch. 12 seconds to 3:15.
She hobbled her way to the door and watched the seconds tick by. 3...2...1... Rose outstretched her fist with some difficulty and rapped on the door 3 times precisely. She looked at her watch while she knocked and noted that it was 2 seconds after 3:15 when the last knock resonated off the wood.
The door opened with absolute science and there the man stood, his entire silhouette towering over Rosalie. Still not being able to see his face Rose became disappointed. She did however appreciate the fact that her sight of his figure was not obscured.
"Your late." the man said unmoving.
She wanted to protest but some unspoken agreement told her not to. The dark figure moved to the side for Rosalie to walk in. She limped past the man and he put a supporting hand on the small of her back. His hand, despite the thickness of her cloak, almost burned at the touch. Rosalie's eyes grazed over the lobby of the building.
"Upstairs" the voice said in a harsh whisper
She nodded slightly although she doubted he could see her in the darkness. For extra balance Rose put her hand on the railing beside her made of an ivory colored marble. The outside of the building had been drab and monotonous, but inside she felt like she was in a palace. The staircase and floors were sculpted of marble while a crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the floor. As wondrous as the unlit chandelier was, she made herself look around the dimly lit room. Nothing lay in the center of the room but her eyes searched as she found the steps with unseen feet, she noticed a glimmer of two wistful eyes looking directly at her. In the corner of the marble room the pair of eyes observing her were a recalcitrant, obstinate, golden color.
She hadn't noticed that the eyes belonged to those of a cat until she reached the top of the stairs. The cat was completely white from ears to tail. Also completely unmoving for except for the occasional blink.
The man's hand, whom she had forgotten was there, left her back to open a white door that she had not noticed. He lightly placed a dark hand on the golden knob and turned it ever so slightly counter-clockwise. His head, concealed by not only shadow, but a mop of unruly hair that stuck out at the sides, turned to her a nodded for her to step inside. He pushed the door in as she walked in before him. The inside of this room was no less spectacular as the foyer, if anything it was more beautiful. She could only see the middle of the room, lit by the moonlight through a skylight. The light from the moon shone only on a white cat, like the one downstairs, only the look in its eyes were a little more...cooperative.
The room had a strange creamy colored shade to it; even the air had a tint of cream to it. The bed rail was pushed to the middle of the right wall. The frame was a magnificent mahogany four-poster with a white silk canopy hanging limply from the posts. The bed looked as if it had not been slept in for quite some time even though the canopy hung open to reveal a mussed bed cover. Rose could tell the bed had not been slept in, despite the obvious wrinkles and folds in the sheets. She knew this because there were no crease marks; the sheets had just been flung around a few times to look mussed. The disorder of the sheets had not been made by a body sleeping in them, but just a pair of hands working to tangle them.
"Not been getting much sleep lately Mr.-" she stopped when she realized she didn't even know the man's name. He chuckled quietly to himself.
"Liam, Liam Erickson." he shut the door behind him as he ushered her inside. "I'm sorry for my lack of courtesy; you just...never know who's around."
She looked around cautiously as a reflex. Abruptly the light turned on and she momentarily lost her vision.
"By the way, I already know everything about you. And when I say everything...I mean everything."
...Come to this address...
...Burn this paper...nothing...safe...knock 3 times...3:15......
...3:15...
It was 5 minutes to 3:15. Rose jumped to her feet and ignored the feeling of nausea that suddenly swept through her. The room was still dark and she almost tripped over Schön on the way to the window. The window was draped in a dark cloth of some sort but billowing open from the mornings wind. As Rosalie's hands met the window sill, the wind blew on her face giving only a slight relief from her migraine. She looked across the street to see a bright pink neon sign that read Nagel Laden and beside there, another sign, this time a little duller, which read Krankengymnastik. It was then Rose decided to go to the address on the sheet of paper, not only get her wounds attended to but to get her questions answered.
She leaped over the dead body and landed with a soft thud. The folded piece of paper was right where she had gotten up. She bent over with some difficulty and picked up the piece of paper with her left hand, while holding her head on her shoulders with her right. The paper had regular sized elegant printing on it. 3443A Königlich Straße. She said the words over and over to herself.
Faster than she thought possible, she dashed out the door and down the stairs, Victoria was passed out on the couch as Rose dashed by. The front door was left open and a new wave of biliousness swept over her. She ran as fast as she could down the main street, past Krankengymnastik, and realized she was on Königlich Straße already. She counted the numbers as she flew past them.
3437...3439...3441...3443. She came to a sudden halt and almost missed the door. The building was drab and had no color to it. The bricks only a lifeless shade of brown, yet, something seemed to lurk behind the thick walls. Something full of life. Being the only one out on the streets, Rosalie felt safer. She held the pain in her left hip with her hand as she gasped for air. She looked to her watch. 12 seconds to 3:15.
She hobbled her way to the door and watched the seconds tick by. 3...2...1... Rose outstretched her fist with some difficulty and rapped on the door 3 times precisely. She looked at her watch while she knocked and noted that it was 2 seconds after 3:15 when the last knock resonated off the wood.
The door opened with absolute science and there the man stood, his entire silhouette towering over Rosalie. Still not being able to see his face Rose became disappointed. She did however appreciate the fact that her sight of his figure was not obscured.
"Your late." the man said unmoving.
She wanted to protest but some unspoken agreement told her not to. The dark figure moved to the side for Rosalie to walk in. She limped past the man and he put a supporting hand on the small of her back. His hand, despite the thickness of her cloak, almost burned at the touch. Rosalie's eyes grazed over the lobby of the building.
"Upstairs" the voice said in a harsh whisper
She nodded slightly although she doubted he could see her in the darkness. For extra balance Rose put her hand on the railing beside her made of an ivory colored marble. The outside of the building had been drab and monotonous, but inside she felt like she was in a palace. The staircase and floors were sculpted of marble while a crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the floor. As wondrous as the unlit chandelier was, she made herself look around the dimly lit room. Nothing lay in the center of the room but her eyes searched as she found the steps with unseen feet, she noticed a glimmer of two wistful eyes looking directly at her. In the corner of the marble room the pair of eyes observing her were a recalcitrant, obstinate, golden color.
She hadn't noticed that the eyes belonged to those of a cat until she reached the top of the stairs. The cat was completely white from ears to tail. Also completely unmoving for except for the occasional blink.
The man's hand, whom she had forgotten was there, left her back to open a white door that she had not noticed. He lightly placed a dark hand on the golden knob and turned it ever so slightly counter-clockwise. His head, concealed by not only shadow, but a mop of unruly hair that stuck out at the sides, turned to her a nodded for her to step inside. He pushed the door in as she walked in before him. The inside of this room was no less spectacular as the foyer, if anything it was more beautiful. She could only see the middle of the room, lit by the moonlight through a skylight. The light from the moon shone only on a white cat, like the one downstairs, only the look in its eyes were a little more...cooperative.
The room had a strange creamy colored shade to it; even the air had a tint of cream to it. The bed rail was pushed to the middle of the right wall. The frame was a magnificent mahogany four-poster with a white silk canopy hanging limply from the posts. The bed looked as if it had not been slept in for quite some time even though the canopy hung open to reveal a mussed bed cover. Rose could tell the bed had not been slept in, despite the obvious wrinkles and folds in the sheets. She knew this because there were no crease marks; the sheets had just been flung around a few times to look mussed. The disorder of the sheets had not been made by a body sleeping in them, but just a pair of hands working to tangle them.
"Not been getting much sleep lately Mr.-" she stopped when she realized she didn't even know the man's name. He chuckled quietly to himself.
"Liam, Liam Erickson." he shut the door behind him as he ushered her inside. "I'm sorry for my lack of courtesy; you just...never know who's around."
She looked around cautiously as a reflex. Abruptly the light turned on and she momentarily lost her vision.
"By the way, I already know everything about you. And when I say everything...I mean everything."
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