Post by Shadowe on Nov 28, 2007 11:33:12 GMT
{Huntington Manor, Wednesday 28 November 2007, Approx 7.00pm}
Richard Huntington leaned his head back against the comfortable leather seat of his Aston as it sat on his driveway in front of the crisp white steps leading up to the door of his home.
Home. Something that had changed a lot over the last few years. Now... now he wasn't sure what it was. He loved the manor, but just recently... It wasn't the same. It wasn't a place filled with love and laughter. So much had changed.
He opened the door and stepped out of his car, hitting the button that would activate the autopilot to return it to the garage. Five leaping steps - aided a little with a drop in his weight - took him to the sheltered doorway, which swung open as he approched.
"Good evening, Master Richard! I trust that your journey was successful?" Helena's too-cheerful voice brought a tiny smile to his lips.
"Yes, Helena, thank you. It was certainly eventful. I... well, something really odd happened. I'll upload the data to you in a little while, so you can see for yourself." He removed his sunglasses and tossed them atop a small table by the door. "I somehow think that things around here are going to be very interesting for, well, quite some time." A secretive smile flickered across his face.
"I look forward to it, Master Richard. So that you know, Mistress Samantha is waiting for you in the sitting room. She'd like a word."
He nodded absently, and turned left in the main hallway, heading down the coridoor to the spacious sitting room. Fixing a smile on his face, he opened the heavy oak door and stepped inside, savouring the warmth from the fire roaring within the room.
Sam looked at him, her face expressionless, eyes slightly wider than normal. "Hey, Dicky. Umm..." He frowned. It wasn't like her to not know what to say.
The heavy leather comfort chair swung round to face him, and his jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. A familiar face gazed back at him, soft eyes smiling in the firelight, tastefully made up cheeks and lips in understated colours, brown hair tied back out of her face.
"Ah, Richard! Perhaps you'd care to explain to me why your sister has coloured her hair, and is wearing that ridiculous dress?"
He stood and stared. He didn't know for how long. One word, whispered, his voice catching as tears ran down his face.
"M-mum?"
Richard Huntington leaned his head back against the comfortable leather seat of his Aston as it sat on his driveway in front of the crisp white steps leading up to the door of his home.
Home. Something that had changed a lot over the last few years. Now... now he wasn't sure what it was. He loved the manor, but just recently... It wasn't the same. It wasn't a place filled with love and laughter. So much had changed.
He opened the door and stepped out of his car, hitting the button that would activate the autopilot to return it to the garage. Five leaping steps - aided a little with a drop in his weight - took him to the sheltered doorway, which swung open as he approched.
"Good evening, Master Richard! I trust that your journey was successful?" Helena's too-cheerful voice brought a tiny smile to his lips.
"Yes, Helena, thank you. It was certainly eventful. I... well, something really odd happened. I'll upload the data to you in a little while, so you can see for yourself." He removed his sunglasses and tossed them atop a small table by the door. "I somehow think that things around here are going to be very interesting for, well, quite some time." A secretive smile flickered across his face.
"I look forward to it, Master Richard. So that you know, Mistress Samantha is waiting for you in the sitting room. She'd like a word."
He nodded absently, and turned left in the main hallway, heading down the coridoor to the spacious sitting room. Fixing a smile on his face, he opened the heavy oak door and stepped inside, savouring the warmth from the fire roaring within the room.
Sam looked at him, her face expressionless, eyes slightly wider than normal. "Hey, Dicky. Umm..." He frowned. It wasn't like her to not know what to say.
The heavy leather comfort chair swung round to face him, and his jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. A familiar face gazed back at him, soft eyes smiling in the firelight, tastefully made up cheeks and lips in understated colours, brown hair tied back out of her face.
"Ah, Richard! Perhaps you'd care to explain to me why your sister has coloured her hair, and is wearing that ridiculous dress?"
He stood and stared. He didn't know for how long. One word, whispered, his voice catching as tears ran down his face.
"M-mum?"