Reaper's Word

Chapter 5: The Dance

Clair gave a sigh, if she wanted to live she had to find a way out of here. Sitting here wasn't going to do it. She climbed out again. It was just past noon now. She found this out as she passed a large grandfather clock in the hall. She knew that she had to keep her eye on the clock, and be quick with her search. Someone had made it to the yard. She was going to find that way.

She moved along the outer walls. She tested the windows and doors. All with the same result. She'd found an entrance in the basement to the caves and had instantly shut the door. The hell hounds lived in there, like hell she was going in that way.

"Probably where the exit is." She grumbled. She moved out on several balconies and if she got too close to the edge she was pushed back. However she realized that the less she thought of escaping the farther out she could go or lean. It was like the house could sense her thoughts.

She'd found a piano room, an archery range. Which confused her as to how or why, but the weaponry was gone from it. Not a big shock, there was a library as well. There was one room with a spiral staircase made of glass that went up to a large ornate oak door.

She'd only leaned back to see, not liking how it seemed to be a one way entrance and exit. She'd pass, the staircase had metal bracing it to the stone wall. This place was completely confusing. There were modern things, and truly old things as well.

It was hard to believe that anyone came in here and fixed the place up. She was much more willing to believe in magic and pure evil now, than she had been before. She left the area with the spiral staircase quickly not liking the feel.

It was starting to get dark now, and she needed to get back. Night wasn't a good time to be out and about. She made her way back toward where she knew she needed to be. She slipped into a darkened room as running sounded down the hall. She glanced out into the hall through the crack in the door watching.

It was a woman she didn't know. She was quick to go into a different room farther up the hall. As Clair looked through the crack in the door, a hell hound came into view moving slowly down the hall sniffing at the doors. Clair left the door as it was and moved across the room to a different door. She came out in a hall with gold carpeting, and here there were three other doors.

"Fun house." She said irritated, then chose the door straight ahead. She wasn't sure where she was but this room was huge. There were pillars that went all around the room with carvings of leaves and vines that went up them all.

The ceiling was made of many windows that let light down into the room. candelabras were on each pillar and spaced around the walls as well. Chairs were lined around the outside of the room behind the pillars. The pillars made a rectangle area that housed what she would guess to be a dance floor. This was the ballroom she figured. It was beautiful, but she wasn’t going to stick around.

A piano was in one corner, and the color scheme of the room was white and blue. With a touch of silver here and there. She moved across the room fast wanting to be out of such a large area, she felt exposed. She needed to get back to her little home because it was getting too late.

She made it near the door in the far left corner. As she moved to it, the door started to slowly close like it was on a string. She moved a bit faster but it slammed shut before she could reach it. She tried the handle but it didn't work. The door seemed to be glued shut on her. She was going to just use her mind and force it open but a voice sounded behind her.

"If only you'd been a few seconds sooner." Ice seemed to flow through her veins then. Her heart stopped beating in her chest for a moment before slamming into her ribs.

"If only." Clair said she hadn't turned around yet and swallowed. Isaiah was in the room and closer to the center. He glanced up at the ceiling and then back at her. She turned around slowly to look at him, was this it? She figured if it was, she wasn't going to grovel.

"I do not mind so much. I was looking for something to occupy my time with. Unfortunately for you, I happened across this part of our prison too." Clair glanced around the room, she was trapped and she knew it. No point in trying to run. She'd seen him move and he was faster than humanly possibly, granted he wasn't really human.

"Is this where I make my last request? Or do I get a chance to still live?" She asked, proud that her voice didn't shake. He gave a slight smile. He was amused by her, she could feel it. Clair really looked at him for the first time since the first day. She studied the man creature she was running from.

least right now. He wore black slacks, and a white button up shirt that wasn't tucked in. He appeared

pose was relaxed and at ease. If one didn't know, he just looked like any ordinary

proud looking man or rather thing. With dashing good looks. However the part about killing people and draining the life from them... it just subtracted away somehow. Clair felt a moment of laughter inside. Felt the corner of her

to live I

it. How was she going to get out of this? Was he going to offer her something like others?

do." He said with a slight laugh that was rather dark. "I was wondering if perhaps you had died. I would have been rather disappointed if that had been the case, you seemed so...

speaking to him. She wanted to just keep her mouth shut. She hadn't had any real human contact in days. Just passing words

his gaze on her. She wished he

he gave another small laugh and

anger. I don't get five words in

"Clair is it?"

"Yes."

the question was very odd. Who cared? Danced? Why would he

"Yes."

an amused tone. "Then perhaps you would

more appealing." Clair answered, a little of the tension draining from her. He hadn't made any promises yet, hadn't given her

is it

I'm not an ordinary creature." His smile was full of dark things and didn't quite reach his eyes. She ignored it. She sensed this was one of his games or deals, or whatever. She'd been told he liked to be entertained. So she would do her best if it gave her, her life.

behind." She said with a motion of her hand. He gave

long as you dance with me." He gave a slight sweeping bow and held out a hand to her. This was probably the most surreal thing that she had ever done in her life. She was frozen for a moment

if you didn't do as he said, then you were as good as dead. Clair moved forward, holding a hand out slightly to his, but stopping short. Not

tell you not to play with

mother, so no." He kept his hand where it was, and hers shook slightly as she dropped it into his. Dropped it into a hand that was large

his promise. Smart girl she was, very smart.

forward, he enjoyed playing with the humans like this. They naturally wished to run from him, so he always forced them closer. This was

wandering around the house bored just now, and suddenly got a very faint scent from her a moment before. So he let curiosity get the better of him. He'd followed it only to have it

hand in his and the other on her waist. She placed her other hand on his shoulder. Her scent was clean and mixed with that of the air inside the house. He noted that she had changed her clothes and it looked like she may have

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