Angel leads Remy into her softly lit house candles and fire light flickering with the soft breeze flowing through the open doors the light from the candles and fire place casting dancing shadows on the walls and ceiling the soft glow seemed to highlight her unmistakable beauty it danced upon her twany skin and once again reminding him of his first impression of her *A Dark Angel* that is how he saw her …
her golden hair looked raidiant in this lighting she let the shawl slip from her shoulders and draped it over the couch she beckoned him to sit with her as she offers him some brandy or something stronger if he liked he declined the latter and opted for brandy she gracefully stood up and crossed the elegantly decorated room it had high celings and on the east end of the room was a large marble mantle and fire place the fire flickered with the breeze blowing in .
The mantle was of a dark gray marble with black swirling throughout …it was so big it took up almost the entire side of the wall 2 high backed chairs that sat on each side of the fire place they were perfectly off centered and they looked af if they might be dated back to the 1600’s the backs of these chairs were carved in a delicate scroll design the seats were made of a spanish silk in dark colors of rolling black and deep purple with lighter shades of purple entwining its way into the darkness of the seat and bringing out the wonderful beauty of the chairs it was made of a dark cherry wood that complimented the room… opposite the fire place on the west side was a bar the bar looked as if it was made of the same cherry wood as the chairs only a slightly lighter shade… and off to the right of the bar was a door that opened up to the foyer…on the north side of the room ornately carved oak panels reached to the ceiling with beautiful scrolling designs throughout …a settee of the same dark cherry wood as the chairs was placed directly in the center of these panels with the same delicate scroll on the high back as was on the chairs and the same spanish silk covering the seat …..on the south side of the room were 2 glass and oak doors that had the same carvings as the wooden panels surrounding the glass they opened up to the garden …hanging from the top of the doors were almost shear white curtains that billowed in as the breeze blew them around.
In the centre of the room was a huge oriental rug that matched the dark decor of the room it was almost compatable with the chairs and settee in design and color but it seemed to have alot more of the lighter shades of purple set into the back ground with the darker purple and black entwined into the design it seemed to bring out the lighter side of the room on top of this beautifully designed rug were 2 dark couches adorned in the deepest purple almost black french silk it matched her dress almost perfectly although her dress was a bit more purple than her couches ….sitting between these beautiful couches was a table made of oak and glass it too matched the scrolling design on the panels and the doors ……..
Angel brought over there brandy and sat next to Remy his fingers grazed hers as he took his glass she jumped a bit when she felt the soft touch….. she sat down next to him and wondered to her self why on this earth had she invited this man into her home a man she didnt even know a man who came upon her property without permission …she hardley ever had anyone into her home and certainly not men she didnt know she didnt even know his name but he knew hers and for some odd reason she felt safe she knew instinctively he wouldnt hurt her.
She took a slow sip of her brandy and then looked at him she was surprised to find him staring at her she smiled slightly when there eyes met and held neither one of them said anything and Angel looked away… she was bare foot and her beautiful tiny feet poked out from under her dress …she took another sip of her brandy and set it on the table she turned to him and spoke softly ..”So where do you live might i ask since you so obviously know where i live” Remy jumped back out of his revery when he heard her softly spoken words and cleared his throat ” I aahh live over the ridge there” she gave a start and looked at him oddly “you live in the old RodmillaDe`gent place?” he shrugged his shoulders and took a long draw on his brandy “I guess so ” he replied “that place has been empty for years and for good reason too …when did you move in there?”
She asks “Oh about 5 months ago or so” he replies ..he couldnt stop staring at her it was not just her beauty that made him stare he saw something in her eyes that intrigued him something that made him want to get to know her better …and that scared him.
When he left maryland he could care less if he ever came into contact with another woman ever again they were all lying scheming deceitful money hungry bitches there wasnt a woman in this world he could trust they were all the same …that is what he thought untill he heard her voice the sadness in her song the words she sang were of his own sad emotions ones he would never admit out loud not to him self and definatly not to anyone else ….from the moment her heard her he knew she was different how he knew he did not know maybe it was just the way she seemed to put her entire heart and soul into her sad melody……but when he saw her and then touched her he knew he was right she was different ..different from any woman he had ever met and he was quite sure she was different from any woman he would meet in years to come ..
Angel couldnt help but steal glances at him he was looking right at her but seemed not to see her as if he was looking beyond her at something only he could see …this gave her a bit of time to study him better his nose was long and straight and he had beautifully shaped lips the kind of lips you just wanted to touch to see if they were as soft as they looked his eyes were dark although not as dark as she had at first thought his jaw line was strong and in his right cheek he had just the hint of a dimple she knew that if she could get him to smile the dimple would be more pronounced.
His chest was broad although he wasnt a big man he was about 5′9″ or 5′10″ he was a little shorter then the men she had gone out with in past times but as she well learned they all wanted 2 things from her …and she wasnt willing to give either up …her money and her body …..she just figured because of there height maybe they didnt get enough oxygen to there brains or maybe they got too much ..who’s to say …..he was thin and a bit pale the black he wore made him look paler but it did not take away from his rugged good looks his hands were big and looked well used and even though he had a hard almost elusive demeanor she felt rather than saw a softness to him his eyes were dark pools of emotions that she couldent catch for they would dissapear almost as soon as they apeared he said something to her and she visibly snapped “I-I-I’m sorry what did you say ?” she half studdered he smiled and she saw she was right his dimple deepened making his face soften “I said and with what good reason has there been nobody living in my new place for years?” she sighed and looked at him saying “It’s quite a sad and horrible story are you sure you want to know?” he nods his head and watches as she picks up her glass of brandy her lips part slightly and he watches as the amber liquid flows into her mouth she slowly takes the glass from her lips and with a finger from her other hand she traces the rim of the glass she speaks suddenly her soft melodic voice putting him in a trance once again as he listens to her words.
“The RodmilleDe`gent place is one of the oldest buildings around here it was built in the early 1500’s by William Renoude RodmillaDe`gent he came to this land from France he brought his new bride here and promised her the finest home anyone had ever seen ..and that promise he kept it was at one time the finest and most expensive home around here with its high towers and turrets and its swooping roof and the inside was just as decadent as the outside was and Joesephine fell in love with it the 2 couldnt have been happier untill she got pregnant which they were both overjoyed about they ended up having 4 boys and 3 girls quite the family.
As they grew older she seemed to fall more and more in love with him everyday ……till one day when she came home from an outing with some of her lady friends and found him with one of the maids the maid was about 15 or so and he had threatened her if she didnt do what he wanted she would no longer work for them so she did as she was told Joesephine saw blinding rage and killed them both brutally stabbing them over and over and then she killed her self …..that isnt the worst part they still had 7 children the oldest was now 22 and the youngest was only 10 the oldest William jr. took over responsibility for the Estate and the children as each generation went down there were more and more deaths or murders should i say the one responsible for the murders always killed themselfs as well the last time it happened there was only 5 members left in the family children included.
Damion who was the 5th generation grandchid was now the eldest member left in the family he was 38 and his Father had killed his mother in a drunken rage right before his eyes (although he did not know damion was watching) he had one little sister and she had been sleeping peacfully she was 5 at the time and he had been 16 …..now Damion and his wife Camilla there 2 chilren and his sister Ashton occupied the Manor damion was a very jelous man and was very strict with his wife chilren and unmarried sister.
Damion had been on a week long bussiness trip and came home earlier than expected only to find his wife and sister in bed together with another man they all 3 were in the throes of passion ..damions mind flashed back to the night his father had killed his mother his blood started to boil as he heard the crys of pleasure comeing from the 3 on his bed HIS bed by god …it was as if all the dead murderous souls from the past filled him up and ripped through his body ..he moved swiftly grabing his gun shooting them all as his shots rang through the house and into the night.
He dropped the gun to the floor and heard a soft moan escape his aldulterist wifes mouth he retrieved his hunting knife and ran to the bed plunging the knife into her chest arms stomache and anywhere else it landed over and over and then working on the man who he now recognized as his best friend he savagly tore into him with the blade and when he had his fill of him he went to his sister …he heard a noise and turned around seeing his 2 children standing in the door way looking at the bloody mess and seeing there father covered in it they started to cry he jumped off the bed and chased after them he didnt have to go far for they were small and didnt run fast he was still in a murderous rage and not at all him self he grabed his children and brutally murdered them as well ..
His anger started to subside and as he came back to himself he saw what he had done to his baby’s and started to scream a loud deep full of hate and anger and sadness kind of yell he picked up his very bloody babys up one in each arm and carried them back into the room where his first crime had started he layed them on the bed and started screaming at his wife saying “look what you made me do you whore” then he broke down and started to cry he brought the gun to his head and ended his life as well…..and ever since then they have not been able to get anyone to rent or even buy the place”