Dark Paradise

Let The Games Begin

Let The Games Begin

Adriana's P.O.V.

"We'll continue our conversation about my beloved Damon Salvatore later, because we're here!" the high-pitched creak the car door created once I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door was quite unpleasant for the naked ear.

One final glimpse at the beat up and paintwork faded vehicle, my eyes were shockingly welcomed by the appalling image of a medieval castle that was present in the completely inaccurate century.

The building was partially composed of an immense wall of hard-stone that was coated in a deep, gloomy shade
that jutted throughout the entire landscape, it's magnitude aiming to achieve intimidation. The artificial stone made parapets that were acquainted by a huge quantity of crevices arose before us. On the building that radiated an utterly sinister vibe, were approximately four feet lustrous windows carved onto the murky, concealed walls. The entire building was positioned in the midst of an abandoned, vast area that was covered in green.

Melanie drove off with a goodbye before I could utter a single complaint, much to my dismay. I contemplated sprinting in the polar opposite direction and never daring to look back, but curiosity won the grueling battle. My feet initiated taking slow and steady steps, passing through the French styled gates of the mansion.

The soft and barely audible sound of the neatly cascading pure water of the fountain was a fairly majestic sight. With the serene melody of the tumbling water, my palms firmly clasped themselves around the metal bar that was attached to the front door. The initiation of the banging resulted in a chime to explode in the extensively quiet district.

In a particular instant of time, a lady within her thirties dressed in an ordinary maid's attire, smiled down at my vague self.

     "Welcome, my lady,"she bowed down her head at my confused figure."I presume you're here for Madam Cavendish's tutoring classes?" in my bewildered state, I nodded my head hesitantly. She pushed the darkly large door open for me to enter through the chambers. As my foot was placed inside, the familiar menacing aura washed over me. The interior, however, wasn't as threatening as the exterior.

An echo erupted once I took my first step in the eerie castle. My vision lowered towards the well polished tiles, made of gleaming light marble. The thinly coated blood red walls of the narrow hallway were acquainted by beautiful paintings of ancient individuals in history. Following the lady's lead, we halted at the very end of the tiresome hallway. My gaze then caught the sight of two sets of stairs, one built on the right and the other in the opposite direction. The golden painted railings of the staircase were strategically and exquisitely engraved with intricate patterns that I couldn't quite decipher. As we neared, the faint sound of a woman could be heard. Reaching our current destination, our steps halted in front of five strikingly stunning females whose ages were similar to mine. One of the girls caught my attention, Anna.

    "Madam Cavendish, your last pupil for the day has arrived," the woman left and another emerged. As my vision looked upon the elder lady, I noticed that she was a woman in the autumn of her life. The wrinkles that every female dreaded were attached to every inch of her pale and aging face. My vision settled on her eyes that appeared dull and lifeless over the years, allowing her to seem strict and intolerable. The roots of her hair were hoary, the silver color sparkling in the dimly lit room. The rest of her hair was tied in an ever so firm low bun, no strand dared to escape the knot. A dark blazer and pencil skirt covered her body and a short pair of heels were strapped to her feet.