Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ Mansion in the Mist ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I'm dragged to this mansion like place, in the middle of nowhere, near the ocean and all I can do is mope around while an Irish maid gives me breakfast in bed... wait, what?

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Hazel Eyes

Chapter Four

Mansion in the Mist

Introducing

(Alice the House Keeper/ Dean's Parole Officer)
(Enter smiley face here)

I think I forgot too mention to Spencer, Cole and Dean that I get deathly sick on planes or any other kind of transport, I'm still amazed I lived (barley) through that van ride to the airport. Things from than on didn't get much better on my part, Cole kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye and Spencer just failed to notice me at all. Than there was 'Stranger' or Dean, as I had found out, what was up with him? And the information Spencer had let slip, what did it mean?

The confusion and my blocked ears mixed made my already ultra headache turn ultra mega, forget the lingo it just means I'm super sensitive at the moment. Things couldn't get much worse off, but they managed too in the time span of forty-eight hours, that is how long I had been 'missing' for approximately. When our plane landed it was bumpy, very bumpy. My mouth was dry and I needed water desperately, I wasn't hungry but my mind warned me if I didn't eat I would pass out.

I had a sneaking suspicion that, that is exactly what Dean wanted. Make me weak, less of a struggle.

Right now I was in America, California. I had no idea where exactly, but it was day and slightly cloudy. It was summer back in Australia; did that mean it was winter here? The part that made me freeze is that no one would know I was here, unless they checked the security cameras at the airport, but Dean made sure to sneak me out back pretty well hid and we didn't need passports to get through. It would probably be weeks before they thought to look overseas, but by then they would classify me as dead and end the search.

I was scared, confused, hungry, sick and tired. I fell asleep on the plane for about three hours but without a pillow it was pretty uncomfortable, I caught a scowl from Dean when I tried to lower the seat (which didn't come down) and stopped trying all together, ending up sleeping upright. My stomach was doing flip-flops but I needed food badly, I could feel my head was airy meaning I needed a drink at least. Did these guys seriously think I lived on air alone? And let's not forget I needed to pee like a pregnant woman, I hadn't been to the toilet since the restaurant incident.

My needs and wants would have to wait for now, my main priority was what these guys wanted from my family and I. Did they just want money? Or was I to become some sort of game? I shuddered from that thought.

"Stop staring into space like an idiot and come on"

I looked over and saw Dean leaning over the two seats, his hands secured on the arm rest next to me for support. Did he have a scowl permanently on his dark features? Or were his eyebrows always knitted together like that. I looked at him in confusion.

Dean rolled his eyes before yanking me up from my seat by my arm; my legs hadn't been stretched out in a while so I tripped which lead to Dean letting an annoyed sigh escape his lips. He lifted me up bridal style and walked down the cramped isle, my legs hit the seats and I winced. I hit Dean on the chest to let me go, he growled and shook his head to get the stray strands of hair out of his face.

"Keep it up and I might have to lock you in a room alone tonight with Cole" he threatened. I kept my mouth shut, afraid he would actually do it.

I glared and stopped moving. I pulled my legs in and wrapped my arms around his neck for support "Asshole" I muttered. I felt a rumbling in his chest and knew he was chuckling at my lame attempt at an insult. When we got out of the cargo door and down the small steps, he released me but kept a firm grip on my arm.

"Wouldn't want you running away now, there are worse people than us out there just waiting for a pretty little thing like you" he warned, a smirk growing on his lips when I gave a horrified look. Spencer laughed as he walked over and chucked a large bag at Dean, Dean let go of my arm instantly to catch it and made an irritated sound "Fuck off Spencer and call the car around" he yelled, dropping the bag to the ground.

Spencer shrugged and grabbed his phone out of his left pocket; he dialed a number and talked for a minute before slipping it shut.

"Driver's been here for about thirty minutes, Dean" he explained "he doesn't sound too happy about it either"

Dean shrugged and grabbed my arm, none to gently might I add. He pulled me forward, my head was spinning and I needed water badly. A limo came around through the landing bay area, this was private, I could tell; my dad's best friend had his own private airway as well. I followed Dean like a lost puppy, I didn't have the strength to struggle anymore and my legs were ready to give way any moment. When he pushed me into the car I saw Cole on the other side of me.

Cole smiled provocatively when Dean got in; he strapped his seat belt up and looked over at Cole, nodding. Cole's smile broadened as he leaned forward, covering my mouth with that dreadful rag. I blanked out, but the thought of what they would do to me whilst unconscious scared me more than what they could ever do to me when awake.

The all too familiar aches in my head are what greeted me yet again when I woke. My body was stiff and my legs hurt almost everywhere, but so did the rest of my body. It was like I had been beaten over and over again, the feeling was so awful. I moaned and tried to sit up, I wasn't alone like I was before in the van, sitting across from me on the other side of the limo was Dean, Cole must have went inside.

Dean smiled, not a friendly smile or even a 'sorry for this' smile. It was a wicked smile; I backed away into the seat before Dean grabbed me and pulled me out of the car. When we were on firm ground and standing he flung me over his shoulder.

"Well at least your done struggling, makes my job a hell of a lot easier" he muttered.

"Why struggle?" I whispered hoarsely "Not like I have a choice where you take me anyway"

He chuckled again "True" was his only reply. He took me up some steps, I couldn't see the place but when we entered it was very large.

The main room I guessed, it was large with a very big carpet in the middle and a chandelier on the ceiling. The rest was pretty much bare except for the large staircase, a few doors and hallways and the marbled floors. The walls were creme, like my mothers lounge room. Dean suddenly dropped me on the floor; I groaned and glared up at him, he didn't look at me but simply walked past me.

"Alice!" he hollered.

I was about to attempt to stand when a small elderly lady, supposedly in her mid-fifties, wattled in. She took one look at me and ran as fast as her short legs could take her.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness" she muttered and knelt down next to me "Master Dean, what have you done to the poor child!" she demanded, but her tone was soft and sweet. She couldn't demand something even if she tried, well she could but she wouldn't sound it. Her face turned soft when she looked at me, I smiled but even with that tiny movement I felt drained.

Dean was unfazed by the whole scene with this small woman, he shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets "You know how we work Alice, no special treatment" he stated. So these kidnappings were a weekly thing I guess.

Alice shook her head "But this lass looks like she has been thrown about, no doubt you have not fed her aye boy?" she asked, I could hint a slight Scottish accent, maybe Irish I wasn't sure "and never a girl this young looking! How old are you, sweetie?" she asked, Dean looked annoyed but said nothing.

"Seventeen" I answered meekly, my voice sounding like I had been screaming at a Greenday concert for four hours straight.

Alice had a look of amazement on her face, her blue eyes widening "Never so young Dean! What has gotten into you boy?" she scowled and tried to help me up "well don't just stand there" she snapped "help the lass to her room before I whip your hide" I couldn't help but let out a small giggle which came out strained. I was so tired; all I wanted to do was sleep.

Dean sighed, obviously defeated and picked me up again; Alice looked pleased and started walking up the long flight of stairs. She had an apron on, white lace, and a dress which came to her ankles. My grandmother who was probably the same age as this kind woman, always dressed in a suit so it was a bit of a shock to see this woman in an old fashioned dress, no doubt for house work and such.

I must have fallen asleep in Dean's arms; because when I woke from my sleep I was in such a comfortable bed. She comforter was like air but so warm, I laid in that bed for what seemed like hours before standing and to my horror, I was no longer in my dress, jacket or shoes. But what lay in their place was an over sized shirt and men's boxer shorts. I sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking and racking my brain of any memory. It all came flooding back.

Dean, Spencer, Cole, the kind elderly woman, the kidnapping, my parents trial divorce and how I wasn't home anymore, or anywhere close to home for that matter. I felt like crying, I hadn't cried since being kidnapped and felt plugged up. I jumped when I heard the door being opened, the creaking making an eerie sound.

That elderly woman from before walked in, pushing a cart of food in with her. She smiled my way before closing the door with her foot "Oh, good, your awake lass, thought Id have to bring out my ma's old medicine to wake you" she laughed and walked over with the tray she had lifted from the cart, sitting it on the other side of the bed.

I smiled, partially drooling over the eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes and all the other delights on that splendid silver tray. Yes, that sounded corny but I was severely lacking in nourishment right now. The old woman must have noticed my wanting and nodded "Go ahead, eat until your hearts content lassie" she said, I had to listen carefully to make sure she wasn't mixing me up with that Border collie off T.V.

I started digging into my bacon and egg's, but before I did I made sure to get a good gulp of the iced tea she brought me. It was so good, nothing like our cooks at home or even that restaurant I was at, maybe that was my stomach talking because I hadn't eaten in three days but who really gives a shit. I was half way threw my pancakes when I noticed the woman still staring at me. She gasped and slapped her hands on either side of her cheeks.

"Good gracious I'm sorry lassie, my names Alice" she said, sitting on the corner of my bed.

I nodded "So were you the one who..." I trailed off pointing to my new attire. Alice nodded and laughed.

"Like I would let Master Dean change such a lassies clothing" she answered, looking very amused "So what's your name dear?"

I swallowed my last bite of pancakes and smiled "Skye-Alysha" I answered, maybe my mothers habits of making me say my full name were wearing off on me. Alice seemed pleased and thought for a moment.

"Pretty name dear, where are you from?" she asked, I was starting to think she forgot I was a kidnapped, under aged child. I pushed the tray away, suddenly not so hungry anymore.

"Far away" was my only answer before standing up and walking over to the window. I looked down and gasped, we were so high up, a lot higher than an average home. I looked around; I could hear the ocean not to far but there was wood lands all around. Maybe to keep this place hidden, it was misty outside indicating it might be morning.

Alice walked over and sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder "What do they want with me?" I asked, not looking her way.

Alice took her hand away "It's not what they want lass, it is what their employers want with you" she said.

I turned away from the window, my face contorted in confusion "Their employers?" I asked. Alice nodded.

"The people who paid to have you kidnapped, Lassie."

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Final Words

Alice: “What a lovely Lass… pity she wont be around for much longer”