Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Molly stepped out of the car, almost lost in a dream. He thought it was probably the first time she'd seen a house like this, a home that would seem larger than life, she took to the most familiar, the flowers. Revealing more about herself Gabriel turned slightly when he heard the door open and Carstairs stood in the doorway immaculate as ever, one of the few remaining staff of the house it was not up to Gabriel to change them yet, nor did he feel the need. Having them was like fooling himself that things were still normal, the house was maintained, food showed up on the table, it was as if his parents had never gone. Right then he realized how important they had been to him, nodding to Carstairs the grey haired gentleman opened the door wide then stood waiting. As Molly cupped the flower and talked about the smell of them he smiled, Mother liked some of the flowers to have strong smells, and some to be more subtle. There is a Scent Garden off the patio where the scents change with the time of day and seasons, one of Mother's pride and joys it still allowed him to feel close to her. You might enjoy the flowers there at night if you don't like strong smells. Stepping up he held his hand out and brought her to the house, Carstairs nodding slightly in welcome and closing the door behind them as the butler went to move the car back into the garage. She had caught his meaning, he was trapped in his own family. Obligations, one of the many inheritances he received, though he fought them off and on, they were too strong. Like chains they bound him to the house, to his place, there was no shattering them. Though he could loosen them once in awhile, and often it was excused, so long as he let them tighten after. Maybe with Molly he could release it all, and with what she wanted he could shatter their grip. It was something to think about. Its mostly me and the staff, Carstairs is sort of like a butler, he is in charge of the house. There is a live-in cook, Sheila is nice and very talented in the kitchen. Andy is sort of the man about the house, he takes care of everything that Carstairs and Sheila need. In the foyer the stairs circled up on either side of them, black and white marble tiles on the floor gave the room an Italian sort of feel. Like being in a plaza somewhere, I think we went to England once, he opened up slightly as he showed her the rooms on the first floor. Dining room, library, study, living room, kitchen, the hallway down to the servants quarters and laundry room. We went more to other countries, and spent a bit of time in the Caribbean. Not sure why, it seemed to be a more popular destination, he had always wondered about it, but since it gave him opportunities to para-sail, dive, and sail he never questioned. A life that he never questioned his parents choices, it was obligation and obedience. The struggle against it had made him rebel at times, a thirst for a life free of the restraints placed on him. Moving upstairs towards the bedrooms, the solar, den, and the extra rooms that looked out on the back gardens, patio and so on he came to a spare room near his own. You could stay here if you want, leaning against the door frame he watched her eyes widen slightly, the room was small for the house but about half the size of the diner she worked in. It'll give us an opportunity to know each other better, as she stood near him he looked on her neck again. So slim, graceful, could he? The thought crept up on him unawares, would he be able to get to know her, befriend her, before taking her life? It was such an odd situation, almost beyond belief, yet here he was opening up to her, showing her his house, almost a complete stranger, yet he trusted her so much already.