Thread: You should be mine (1x1 Eternal Thrill and Quantum Tangle)

Briana Jefferson Briana had spent the last fifteen days in Cozumel, with her three closest friends. An escape she had sorely needed. Watching the sham that her parents called a marriage for twenty-four years just got to be too much sometimes. As for her closest friends, she used the term lightly. Not that she didn't like them. The problem was is they were boring. None of them had ambitions beyond living off of their parents money. Getting married then living off their spouses money. The mansion wasn't much for entertainment either. She made it a point years ago to just not interact with the help. Chances were they wouldn't be there long anyway. She knew that none of them were employees by any means. They were slaves. While most of the world was against slavery, there were still a few families in the south that had them. They just learned how to me more secretive about it. Her biggest issue with it, was never really knowing what happened to the slaves that disappeared in the middle of the night. Her Nanny was a perfect example. She had actually lasted the longest. Nola was a half elf, something none knew about until eight years ago. She looked elderly, but at the age of eighty-two she was still fairly young when you took her race into account. Briana didn't need a Nanny anymore. But suddenly just days before she left, Nola disappeared in the night. Like the others that came before her. Briana relaxed in the back of the white limo. Sipping on a mimosa, though it was probably too early for alcohol. On the plus side it had orange juice in it. That makes it breakfast right? Her elbow perched on the arm rest, she watched as various objects passed by the window. Soon familiar Magnolia trees began coming into view. They were now on her parents plantation, slowly making their way up the drive way. Shane, if you can just have my bags taken to my apartment that would be fantastic. I should make my appearance so that at least have knowledge that I am home. The drive glanced up at the rear view mirror, sure thing Ms. Jefferson, he replied. The long vehicle stopped in front of the main doors. Briana didn't wait for Shane to open the door. She already felt the need for another vacation as she entered the house. As always the foyer was empty, the same with each room to her left and right. She had no idea if her father went on another trip or not. Chances were her mother was hidden away in her reading room. The title was laughable really, that woman hadn't touched a book in years. Looking up the white marble staircase before she began her assent to the second floor. She wore a pair of white stilettos that went well with the dress she wore. The dress was white except for the red roses embroidered at the top. The soft fabric clung to her thighs as she walked. Her hair was pulled up into a lose bun on top of her head, held in place by a silver and diamond hair comb. The heels clicked softly on the polished surface of the stairs. She was hardly paying attention to anythng. Until she heard the faint sound of the grand piano being played. Her parents had it moved to the attic five years ago. They thought it look too old sitting in the middle of the forye. Briana missed having it there. Running her fingers across the keys everytime she left the house. Nothing good ever lasted here. Ray and Cathy just couldn't allow any form of happiness to exhist within these walls. She forgot her original destination the moment she heard the music playing. Her footsteps quickened slightly. Eager to find the source of the playing. She knew where the piano was, but was unaware of any of the staff knowing how to play it. Standing now in front of the door leading to the attic, she pressed her ear to the door. For sure there was someone up there tinkling away at the keys. Her ear still against the door, as well as one palm, she reached for the glossy door knob. Turning it gently just in case it squeaked. She hadn't been in this part of the house for a long time. She closed the door behind her, which made the stairwell almost pitch black. Pulling her phone from her small purse, she switched on the flashlight app to illuminate things. Music still played, only it was slightly louder now. There wasn't a door and an entire floor between them now. As quietly as she could, she made her way up the stairs and rounding the corner. The music growing louder the closer she got. The door leading into an unfinished suite was open just a crack. Vibrant green eyes scanned through the small opening before she pushed it open further. There in the center of a would be bedroom was the piano. On the bench sat a man with white hair. Hunched over the keys as his fingers glided across them. 'Who is he, and when did he get here?' She thought to herself. Closing her eyes to the music, she leaned a shoulder against the door frame. She didn't want to disturb his playing.