Desire

-THE KEY-

I got out of my car and walk up to the brick steps, feeling a bit uncertain of what was about to take place. I took it upon myself to prepare for the most outrageous thing to happen. When I turned the knob and opened the door, I walk-in silently. Greeted cheeringly by a beautiful young woman who looked to be in her early twenties.

She had light blonde hair that was slicked into a ballerina bun and a slew set body that almost resembled a model. I shifted my eyes soon after to an older gentleman who looked to be in his mid thirties. He was about 6'3 with dark hair, a ruggedly handsome appearance, and a strong, muscular build. I found it nearly impossible to divert my gaze from him. His eyes, a profound shade of gray, bore a striking resemblance to the tempestuous depths of the ocean during a hurricane, mirroring the stormy skies above.

"Hello I'm Letavia, I'm here to pick up the keys to the cabin out by the plantation." I said to him to break the ice. "Ahh yes." He smiled the warmest smile. "I've been expecting you." He said before waving for me to follow him. I took it upon myself to let him lead the way to the back of the book store. Not too sure of what to expect.

As we reached a cozy sitting area at the back of the bookstore, Dimitrius handed me a small brass key with an air of significance.

Dimitrius, it seemed, had a wealth of knowledge to share. As we sat down, he began to speak of the plantation's rich history, its stately architecture, and the legends that surrounded it. He spoke of Lucien and Joseph, the two brothers who had occupied the mansion for generations, and the mysteries that shrouded their lives.

"Oak Alley," he began, "is steeped in history, dating back to the early 19th century. The mansion itself is a testament to the grandeur of the Old South, with its iconic row of towering oak trees leading to the front entrance."

I listened attentively, my curiosity piqued. "Tell me more about the brothers, Lucien and Joseph," I prompted.

Dimitrius leaned back, his gray eyes reflecting the warm lamplight. "Ah, Lucien and Joseph," he mused. "They are enigmatic figures, part of the plantation's lore. The brothers have lived here for generations, keeping to themselves and rarely seen by the townsfolk."

"Legends say that Lucien and Joseph possess a unique form of immortality," he continued, his voice low and filled with mystery. "Some believe it's tied to the land, while others say it's something darker."

I leaned in, hanging on his every word. "Darker? What do you mean?"

Dimitrius paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "There are whispers that a darkness resides within the brothers, a darkness that hungers for something... more."

My unease deepened, and I couldn't help but shiver. "And what do they hunger for?"

Dimitrius's gaze seemed to pierce through me. "That, my dear Letavia, is a question that has eluded generations of curious souls. Some say it's power, while others claim it's something far more sinister." He said.

With the knowledge of Oak Alley Plantation's intriguing history and the enigmatic brothers, Lucien and Joseph, swirling in my mind, I knew it was time to make my way to the cabin nestled near the plantation. The night had deepened, and a canopy of stars painted the sky as I bid farewell to Dimitrius and the bookstore.

The small brass key Dimitrius had given me felt cool in my hand as I stepped out onto the porch. The night air was crisp and carried the scent of nearby magnolia blossoms. The anticipation of what lay ahead filled my chest with both excitement and trepidation.

I made my way to my car, the engine purring to life as I started the journey towards the cabin. The darkened roads stretched before me, winding through the bayous and swamps of Louisiana. It was a path shrouded in mystery, just like the stories of Lucien and Joseph.

The drive was a solitary one, the only company being the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustling of leaves in the wind. I couldn't help but reflect on the tales I had heard and the subliminal hints I had sensed from Dimitrius. What secrets were hidden within these ancient oaks and the mansion beyond?

As I navigated the winding roads, the cabin's location became clearer on my GPS. I was determined to arrive at a reasonable hour, though the clock on my dashboard showed that the early evening hours were passing swiftly.

The cabin was a beacon in the distance, a cozy retreat awaiting my arrival. The road led me closer, and I could see the silhouette of the oak trees that had become synonymous with Oak Alley.

With each passing mile, I felt a growing sense of anticipation and curiosity.