Haunted by Hate!

[H8becomesyou]

Lillian Boxwell walking along, the air was crisp. Winter as close to coming. Feeling it in her bones. Their was a grand party in the village tonight. As it was almost every weekend. The man that was throwing the party was the talk of the town. His parties were always grand. And everyone in the town loved his parties. She was just going to be with her friends. That had begged her to come. Lillian not caring for parities. But it was a way to get out of the house.


Walking by the dark and almost in ruins Manor. That was also he talk of the town. No one wanting to live in it much less be around the place. It always gave people shivers, just walk by it. Hearing the stories in the village about the Manor. Loving to hear the stories. It was sad that they family had lost their lives there. That always leaving dark spirits behind. As she gets right at the front of the Manor. Stopping dead in her tracks. Turning in her heavy dress. Looking to the Manor, as her eyes goes of the dark and broken windows. The over grown front yard. The grass looks to be trying to hide the Manor it self.


As her eyes go up to the big windows at the top of the Manor. A flicking light catching her eye. As she tilts her head to the side. Wondering what that flicking light was. Her gloved hand coming to her lips. As if to think about what it could be. Wanting to go up to the Manor just to find out what is going on in the Manor. She sighs to her self. Well now was not the time to actually go into this. Better to work on this later. When she actually hard time. Pulling her light long coat tighter around her. She makes her way into the village.


As she gets the place that the party was begin held. She slips off her light coat. Giving it to the butler that was there to greet the guests. Her heavy long dress, the corset fitting her very well. Showing her off in all the right places. Her soft features showing with her dark brown curls up some of her curls, falling to down her back. Making her way to where all the guests are at. Looking for her friends that asked her to come. Not finding them at first. Slowly walking around people. Her mind going back to the Manor.


Meanwhile back at the Manor. The little girl Bessie was up on the top floor. Looking out the big window. Seeing that woman stopping and looking. Hoping that she wouldn't be caught. Sometimes Bessie let her little flicker draw to much attention. She would have to go to her mother and father. Telling them about what had happened. Making her way through the dark and void Manor. Finding her mother in the sitting room. Down on the first floor. Walking up to her mother. Putting her little hands in front of her. Her head down as she speaks softly. "Mother I did something wrong." Ruth looking over her at her daugther. Raising her eyebrow, "What did you do Bessie?" Bessie starts to move from one foot to another. "Well....I...Mother I flicked like a light." Bessie sounded sorrowful. "And a woman say me Mother." Ruth sighing, "I hope this doesn't bring her here Bessie. You know better then to do that. We will have to keep watch." Ruth standing up, "We have to tell your father about this." Bessie's head shoot's up. "But mother you know what he will do?" Ruth in a motherly tone. "Yes I do, but we have to."

 

[Syrrus]

Late, late, he was awfully late.

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It wasn't often that he, Lord Mitchell, Jonathan Mitchell, were late to his own parties. Embarrassingly so, this time seemed to be the first and he was not very happy. He was rushing down the long path, going past the Edwards Manor without even giving it a second glance. He didn't even noticed when the thorny hedge cut his jacket arm and made a tiny hole. He noticed nothing of this and instead continued along towards the village.


He could blame it on the carriage, or perhaps his horse that he didn't have. His actual reason as to why he was late would only stir concern and he show no evidence of it upon his person. He never did. That damned house and the terrible curse that lay upon it would kill him one day, or it would if that was even possible but not even such a wish would be granted to him, not tonight at any rate.


Why was Jonathan holding such a grand party? For the same reason that he always did, to impress and how better to impress someone that being the talk of the town? It was something he highly respected as well as dreaded. He had always been the talk of the town in one way or another, though being known as the man with the parties and balls were way better than what they used to know him as. Jonathan couldn't even remember when the rumors about his family name had started, it seemed like such long time ago and he couldn't say that he was happy about it, forgetting that was. He could easily forget the time, forget the date and the names but he would never forget the scene, the noise or the feeling.


Such thing was never to be forgotten.


Jonathan entered the village, walking with his top hat steadily on top of his head, his slicked back hair was behaving for once, normally it would create messy curls over his neck. He was dressed like any formal gentleman of high standard were dressed. A dark blue suit with a deep purple vest underneath, hiding the white blue high collar and the white shirt as well as keeping is big bowtie in check. That bloody thing never behaved and he couldn't help but find it embarrassing that his mother always tried to tie it when she got the chance. He didn't see his family often, after all.


The young man looked up at the dark sky before opening the door to the town hall and stepping inside, he was instantly greeted by his guests who would cheer in his name and catch him off guard, like they always did. He smiled at them and bowed deeply with his hat in hand and greet them in return. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all enjoying yourself so far!" Of course they were. There were impressive looking women all around the open dance floor as well as handsome men standing against the walls or dancing with their lovers, mistresses and wives. Was there any reason not to be joyful?

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[H8becomesyou]

Lillian standing at the back. Watching her friends have a good time. Not knowing why in the world she came here. There was no reason to be here, but to make her friends happy. Her mind keeps going back to the Manor. That light was something that was burned into her mind. She starts to plan the best way to figure out what it was. Seeing and feeling things not of this world. Has been in her family for many many years. Having being passed down from mother to daughter. One day her daughter would be like here. Watching all the women, fawn of the men. Softly shaking her head, why in the world would you do something like that? Let them see you not throw your self at them.


Hearing when Lord Mitchell came in. The women moving to the door. Oh that was just shameful in its self. Walking away from the crowd. Not wanting to be put in the group of women like that. Making her way to the table that has punch on it. Picking up a glass of it. She softly sips the punch. Looking from a distance at Lord Mitchell, he did look like he enjoyed being here, just like the others. For one that liked being the talk of the town. He should be happy about all the women. Kind of rolling her eyes, she walks off from the table. Maybe she should just go? She would have time to go back to the Manor. That was and idea she would love to follow through on.


Standing off to the side of the dancers and men. She can see the men watching her. That is another thing that she hated. She wasn't so kind of meat to be stared at or even fawned over. Looking away from the men as she softly shivers. Lillian would be happy to get out of here when the time came. One of her friends comes up to her. "Lillian!" Beth crushing her in a hug. "I am so glad to see you here!" Lillian laughed. "Well I know I wouldn't hear the end of it if I wasn't here." Lillian smiling softly at Beth. "And you would be right! Oh I have a man that is wanting to dance with you!" Lillian shakes her head.


"Beth I don't want to dance." Lillian says unhappy. Beth pouts. "Oh come on Lillian please!!" Beth begs her. "Fine, Beth I will dance. " She hated when people whined at her. Beth's faces lights up, "Oh good good! I will go get him." Beth runs off to get this man. Lillian putting down her punch. Watches Beth pull this tall man over to her. He has a big smile on his face. As they get back to her. He bows, in a charming voice, "Lady Lillian I would be honored if you danced with me." He leans back up and holds out his hand. Lillian smiles a little, as she nods, "Thank you." As she places her hand in his. He leads her onto the dance floor. And leads her around to the music. She tired to keep her fake smile in place.

 

[Syrrus]

The music and the sound of people having a good time wasn't as pleasant as one would think. Jonathan did what he often did which was standing by himself, watching the people of the small town dance, laugh and talk. From time to time someone would walk up to him and gently grab his hand, he would pay them attention smiled and discuss something or rather that he much didn't care about and then there were the gossip crowed. There were one in each town, it seemed. He would quietly listen in, making sure they didn't mention anything inappropriate and then, the Majors wife would walk up to him, like she often did and smile from ear to ear.


"Lord Mitchell! You have grown so big since I last saw you. Still unmarried I hear?" Jonathan nodded, of course and smiled back at the older lady who was a lot shorter than himself. "I am afraid so, ma'am." He answered gently. "Perhaps you haven't found the right girl? I am sure we must have someone here in town that would suit you! We would love to have your wedding here and perhaps even let you raise your children in this very village! Wouldn't that be marvelous."


Indeed wouldn't it? And then someone could ring his neck under an apple tree and he could join his father. The man continued to smile at her, laughing nervously. "I'm not so certain about that, ma'am. I'm quite alright the way I am." There was a little voice in the back of his head who told him that something wasn't quite right which was why he now looked away from the old lady and straight at a young woman dancing over the dance floor. He heard her friend calling her by the name Lillian and like a reflex known to no one he stepped forward as the dance ended and he bowed before them. "Excuse me sir, but would you mind if I take this beautiful lady of your hands for a moment, I'd so love to have a word with her."


He did indeed love to have a word with her for he already knew that she was trouble, call it second nature if you will. "Or perhaps simply ask for your hand in a second dance?" That would be better than nothing, he assumed. She was a pretty looking thing after all and he had completely forgotten the Majors wife who now where looked intensely at them, as well as everyone else in the room. Jonathan Mitchell had asked a lady to dance, that didn't happen every day.