Thread: A Home Maid Toy (Night Walker and ToujoursPur)

Vincent laughed softly at the girls blush and response. Very well, if you have no desire to learn more than what is required, then so be it. As for food, your room is near the kitchen. Once we have reached it, I will go and find something for you to eat. He turned sharply and tugged on the leash. Now step lively. You will have plenty of time to see the entire house soon enough. With that he walked to the door, Brooke in tow. The first room was small with large oak panelling and a scuffed hardwood floor. Simple wooden benches lined the wall opposite the medical lab door under tall windows, interrupted only by a simple door. Outside, one could see tall trees illuminated by the early afternoon light. To the left, the wall was broken by a small fireplace, long disused. Immediately next to the lab door, a small wooden desk and simple chair sat abandoned. A door, the same style as the labs, broke the monotony of the wall to the right, directly opposite the fireplace. The whole room was coated in dust and cobwebs. It felt old and forgotten, like some display in a condemned museum. On the old desk rested a phone and typewriter, both, given their design, were possibly from the thirties. The house has not had phone service for quite some time, Vincent remarked as he led Brooke to the plain door on their right. Through it was a hall which housed two doors large double doors on at far end and another small unremarkable door to their right. The wall along their left held a bank of tall windows through which one could only see more of the tall trees. Each wall was covered in faded Victorian burgundy and gold floral wallpaper. He guided her down the hall and through the double doors. The manors expansive foyer loomed around them. Unlike the hall and the doctors office, this area was pristine. The polished marble tile floor was broken by a deep red rug that ran from the giant front doors up at staircase directly opposite. The stairs stopped at a landing where two other staircases rose up to a balcony level that ran along both sides of the room. A connecting catwalk between the balconies ran over the stairs. The balcony was supported by massive dark-stained ebony gothic columns connected by intricately decorated arches. At the center of the high, vaulted ceiling hung an intricate, black, wrought iron, chandelier. Tall standing candelabras, in the same overly-ornate gothic style as the chandelier, helped illuminate the room from the four corners, as well as at the base of the stairs. Four carved double doors lined the wall on the lower level one on either side of the stairs, the one they entered through, and one directly opposite. The balcony level held four more double doors two on each side of the room. The cream coloured walls between the doors were adorned with portraits of various men, clearly from different time periods. The largest portrait by far stood over the landing at the back of the room. It was an oil painting of Vincent. He was shown hatless in a black frock coat that was open to reveal a royal blue vest over a pristine white shirt. The most striking aspect of the painting though was the eyes. The dark brown orbs seemed to stare down oppressively at the viewer regardless of where they stood on the floor. Vincent stopped in the middle of the room and turned to Brooke. These portraits show the Verzaal men for the past eleven generations. He gestured to the paintings as he spoke then turned to his own. Mine was finished earlier this year. He looked back over his shoulder to the girl. It was my great, great, great grandfather who designed this house. This entrance is often considered his finest work. It is, however, only my second favourite room. He paused a moment and smiled as he turned to face her again. So, Brooke, what do you think of your new home?