PT3 : Master

"Do you think this is some joke?" I barked, punching at the rooms double doors, feeling the hard wood cave against my fist, and holding my spits and pulling my clenched hand into my chest and cradling it. The doors hardly even moved! And they called this place old?

It was around eight am. I knew that not only because I looked thought the window beside my bed, but I also ruined the door to get to the balcony. I was amazed at the sound it made, and along with it no one coming to check on me when the door literally snapped off the hinges.

I don't know if I should be relieved or even more hysteric.

I was starving and restless, my taste buds felt dry and all I craved to do was drink and drink. I sat down onto the brisk and unswept floor with a grudge, trying desperately with my potency not to whimper like a tyke.

I was there on the opaque and wintry floor for what felt like decades, playing with the worn book in my hands and flipping through the pages, it had really only been ten minutes of my precious time wasted.

I had obviously gotten over the point of me having to live here, I mean... A lot of Gothic people would love to be in my place at the moment, I should really live this up for them.

On the positive side, even when there were many downgrades to being here, I wasn't alone and with a group of strange-demon-men in this macabre mansion, because even though I didn't entirely trust her yet, Marni was a female, and those men would have mauled me if it wasn't for her.

Although, I was trying not to be panicked at this point, thinking about those demonic men drew shivers down my spine. And it hit me... Could I pick the lock on the door?

I hurriedly sat upwards, before standing beside the door and pulling a single bobby pin from my raunchy and dirty blonde shoulder cut hair. Is it iconic and strange that my father taught me how to pick locks and defend myself when I turned thirteen?

Too bad I was too idiotic to pull my tricks during last night, when I was literally getting kidnapped by nearly a half a dozen men with imbued wings and black eyes.

I extended the bobby pin and placed it inside the lock, twisting it around in concentration, for some odd and misfortune reason the lock wasn't clicking, and I was now impatiently trying to push against the door.

With all my force, not paying attention and presuming with all my power against the door, I somehow dropped like a log, and in a matter of seconds my body had hit the hard floor in a mess, my face first.

I groaned, holding my nose in pain. But when I realised it, I quickly scuffled up to my feet. I was out!

"The masters are waiting for you in the dine."

Misfortunately, an old man, which looked like a guy who'd be named 'Alfred.' stood tall, looking down at me with no expression and wore a dusty tux. The only thing that really made me want to rethink my life here, was that the man had solid black eyes, like Stuart Pot.

(If you know Stuart pot, you are the bomb.)

I guess I was staring for longer then I should've, but then again who wouldn't stare when this strange thing was in front of me?

"They're very impatient. If you keep staring you'll meet with a disaster ready to happen."

I blinked, before watching as the butler walked away, and what followed was spectacular, black smoke followed like a dog. But I ignored the pounding of my heart and ran to catch up with the particular man.

Walking the halls and turning the corners for at least ten minutes, minding my own business as I looked over the dozens of paintings in the hall, It was strange to see the two boys that attended my school hung in Renaissance paintings on the walls.

The first one I walked past, was a man with pink hair, his lips were plump and his skin looked faultless. That was the one that wanted to kill me wasn't it? I ignored it and took it out of account, he looked beautiful in the painting, and he looked more cordial then the next one that came to view.

He had a dull and overcast look in his sorrel eyes, his skin was lackluster and ghastly. Although his lips looked beautiful, along with his bowl cut black hair that somehow turned stylish. I'm not sure If I've seen him yet.

It wasn't like I was wasting time, this butler was pretty slow, but even then If I got scowled I wouldn't blame him. I'm being snoopy, It's my consequence.

The next one was Marni, well I hoped it was. Her hair was shorter and more glossy in the painting then it is now, drastically different. Her eyes are still carbon, impressively pale blue with a dark rim, her lips were red, a weak smile on her face. She is extremely pretty.

There was two in the next one. I have no idea why, although I could ask someone welcoming enough to answer. They were both pretty tanned, one had ginger hair as the others was ash blonde.

The ginger was simpering like crazy, his smile stretching to his eyes in such an appealing but outlandish way. The other not smiling at all, but only holding a hand to the ginger mans shoulder as he sat in front of him.

I wanted to see the last three, but only got little glimpses when the Butler stopped at large and enclosed doors, there was another painting of two men in one, and one of the men looked like...Taehyung, but much more stoic looking, beside him was a man with grumpy features and black hair. They didn't look too welcoming.

The last was...Jeon Jungkook.

He didn't smile in this painting, but his eyes shone with little sparkles even when his eyes were pitch and void. The painter had even displayed a little scar on the side of his cheek. He intimidated me more then the others, definitely. It wasn't even just because of his beauty.

The aged butler snapped me out of my state, calling and warning me as the doors suddenly opened, and with that gave the view of the Bangtan Residence.

I was a renounced kit, standing around famished foxes.

The man nodded for me to saunter in, I didn't want to budge from my spot, but this man had done enough,I didn't want to get him angry nor in trouble with these maniacs and even then I wanted answers.

I stepped forwards, the stiff floor yawning at it's awakening when I stepped on an exhausted one, immediately ducking my head down when I got a glimpse of the table. Plenty of food littered the table, but none of the men ate.

The doors had shut from behind me with such a force without warning, and I took another step forwards before ducking my head deeper into the floors, hiding behind my invisible wall.

Someone chuckled. It was deep.

"Come on. Alf made this all for you, sit." I gently looked away from the much attractive wooden flooring, and towards the voice that called me.

The smiling ginger pointed beside Taehyung, on the other side of the empty seat was Jungkook. My heart had started to beat in an abnormal pace, all eyes were on me as I circled the table and slowly sat down.

"You named the butler?" The one with pink hair had scoffed, I and everyone else had watched as he rolled his eyes in astonishment towards the smaller before adverting his eyes at the moment to the only girl in the room.

"So whats your name princess?" He asked, raking me over with his eyes before lifting up a wine glass, filled with a thick red substance. I didn't think it was wine, no. I knew it wasn't wine, the smell was distinct from even across the table.

Somehow, even after realising what was in his hands, and recollecting last night, I had a boost of confidence, My words slipped before I could stop myself.

"I'll only tell you if you tell me everything."

- finally ! First chapter out :) !