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dramallama Started a new story.. dramallama
sweatdrop Till now, not so much of a story sweatdrop
3nodding But, I'm getting there 3nodding
heart And luvin it already heart
" Get in here.. Now!" A male voice rang through the mansion, making the water that stood in a cup on the table tremble slightly, little rings appearing on the surface, growing bigger and bigger, till they touched the cup's sides..
A girl of about 17 appeared almost immediately at the entrance of the room, her pale face flushed.. It looked as though she had dropped everything she had been doing to come as soon as she had heard the voice call out... Long brown hair framed her small, pale heart-shaped face, and her big hazel-brown eyes stood wide with anxiety.. It was quite apparent that she was trying to think whether she had done anything wrong, or quite the opposite, had forgotten to do something she was supposed to.. She was slim, neither tall nor short, and was a real beauty to look at, but for the fear pronounced in both her gestures and appearance..
She looked with an unasked question on her face at the owner of the voice, a man in his early twenties.. He was stunningly handsome, also adorned with brown hair, though his much shorter trimmed than the girl's, yet it still hung untidely over his eyes right now...
These eyes, as big as hers, though black, were radiating a wave of anger, and if he would have been given a super-power of villains in comics, he would have been sure to be able to melt anything in front of him with that look..
" Now, did that really have to take that long, Tony?" The sarcasm in his cold voice hit Antoinette hard, yet she only gave him a pleading look, knowing that argueing certainly would not help one tiny bit.. Instead, she muttered a soft "I'm sorry," before looking down at the ground.. " You should be... " He paused slightly, looking at his sister with discontempt.. " Come here.. "
Her big eyes, filled even more with fear than when she had entered, looked
up again, before moving slowly towards him..
" You slug, move your feet!" She trembled at his snide remarks, yet did as she was told, and stood in front of him within two seconds, still looking at the ground.. He had been sitting, yet now stood up, and grasped her upper-arm violently.. He was taller than his sister, muscled, yet not too much, with a slightly darker complexion... Antoinette let out a gasp, still trembling hard, while a smirk appeared upon her brother's face...
He knew she would never dare to speak up to him, he had taught her that years ago..
Ever since their parents had died, Dante had been "taking care of" his younger sister.. He had her completely where he wanted her, his power to control her rarely wavering..
He was glad this was her final year at school, and seeing as the exams were only a few weeks away, he needed her to study harder than ever... He could not risk her falling behind, for that would mean that she would have to repeat the year, and he didn't want to wait another year.. He wanted to travel, he wanted to do plenty of things, but Dante was also stubborn.. He would not have anybody else take care of Antoinette, she had to be supervised by him all the time, and he would certainly not leave her behind on his travels.. She would simply have to come with him.. She knew that.. She had to..
" Aw, am I hurting you?" A mean expression lay in his eyes, yet still Antoinette had her mouth shut tight as ever.. He raised her head a little, his finger under her chin, and at that, easy tears filled her eyes..
" Crybaby.." He told her softly.. " You know, I should've drowned you.. Should've left you to starve.." He always told her things like these, yet they had never failed to leave dents in Antoinette's self-esteem..
" I'm.. I'm sorry," She only muttered, trying to wipe away the tears with the hand he was not holding.. " Stop apologising, darnit!" He exclaimed.. It was true, sometimes the docility of his younger sister exasperated him.. But he knew he was the one that had turned her from the lively, bubbly and happy younger teen to this quiet, unhappy mouse who trembled at the mere sight of him.. Something that still filled him with a sense of pride.. Sick pride..
" Why aren't you studying?" He asked her, more quietly, his right hand still firmly pressing on her left arm..
" I... I was," She answered, stuttering slightly..
" You weren't.. You couldn't have been.. " He snapped, his voice harsh once more.. She took one step backward, yet he was holding her, so she couldn't get away.. Panic was etched in her brown eyes, as she looked up at him, not knowing what to say to prevent an angry outburst..
He seemed to be having a lot of those lately, and there rarely was anything she could say or do that could calm him nowadays..
" You were here too fast to have been reading or writing anything," He continued, towering over her now.. This was entirely unreasonable, and he knew it.. Antoinette always came running whenever she heard his voice call out to her, whatever she might have been doing.. It was out of pure dread for him, and what he did, rather than out of anything else...
She opened her mouth in answer, yet felt his free hand smack her right across the cheek before she had uttered a sound.. " Don't. Lie. To. Me," He hissed, stressing every word..
Her face burning, she looked down at the ground once more, and he shook her violently, so that she yelled : "Stop it, please," for the first time in weeks.. She really felt she could take it no longer, yet never had the heart to tell him that.. " Dante, please... " By now, tears were running freely across her face, and she was practically begging him..
Her tears, however, only made him more furious.. He did not even look at her anymore, yet with a look of disgust pulled her behind him, through the empty hallways, his footsteps thumping over the carpet, the sound echoing through the house..
He pulled her up the stairs, and on the first floor turned right, and headed over to the far door on that floor.. He pulled open the door, and pushed her roughly inside..
" You'll be staying here till I say you can come out," He told her, his voice dead cold, watching his sister scramble up from her bedroom floor " And I had been wanting to tell you something," He shook his head, a disappointed look in his eyes... One more grunt, and the door banged shut.. Antoinette winced at the noise it made, and heard with mounting horror the key of the door clicking once, twice, three times, then her brother's footsteps moving away from it swiftly..
" Hot indignation lives among the dead,
And vengeance waits for those who kill."
 Vengeance of the Furies · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 05:40pm · 0 Comments |
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