The Best Safety Lies In Fear (Alexander Arjon)

[Adina Gillespie]

It had been too long since Adina went to the manor's library to do a bit of reading. Not that she really could read much when she was a ghost; too much energy to move the books and flip through the pages. After only reading a few pages from a classic novel called 'Les Miserables', she had already begun to grow tired from panning through the book's pages. She exhaled and moved away from the books to simply look around the library. It really was very large room, covered from wall to wall with bookcases filled with old tomes and scrolls of papers. She liked the smell of the room; it smelled old, just the way it had when she first started working in the manor.

She paused and mused to herself, thinking back to when she first arrived. It wasn't exactly a manor but more of a castle at that time. The man who lived there was very kind to her and made sure that she was comfortable in her new surroundings after her father died of his damned alcoholism- or so she thought. She remembered that the owner had a kind face and that he smiled and joked often to liven up the castle. But she couldn't really remember his face too well, but she did know that his voice was not French but English; his voice always calmed her and made her much at ease.

Tears started to well up in her eyes as she sniffled and sat back in the chair with one hand over her mouth. Oh, how she wished that she could go back and make amends with her father. Even after he treated her terribly, he still had been her father and that would never change. She had already forgiven him in her heart but it wasn't the same as actually telling him that. The young maid wiped her eyes and looked around the room, feeling a strange presence. Something different, not the malevolent air of Dalimar nor Claude, but it wasn't the calm she felt when Lenoir was near or even Christine Svenna…. Who was in the room with her?

[Alexander Arjon]

He clutched the book of modern plays Faust being one of them as he let the book fall on the floor. He disliked company. But her shiny red hair made him jump down and leave the book as he dashed towards her and extended his hand out not touching her red hair. She reminded him of Christine that young freshness and youth. But yet she was sad, sad and perfect. Turning around her bit down on his nails and chewed softly as he walked around her, he scanned her , watched her. " Your not someone I have met before " he said and turned around as he scanned the books that she was reading.

His body sitting down in an arm chair as he got comfortable and started to shuffle some papers out of his coat and stared at them. It was a thick leather bound, his own work of music and composition. But he had not dared once to show it to anybody and he would not. The woman have to trust him and earn his trust. That was his rules, he snarled and started to see the rats come in through the door and crawled on him. People feared him, did the woman too do this. " Your thinking about your father" he asked as he smiled and noticed that he had not lost his touch of actually perceiving things that were there in peoples heads.

[Adina Gillespie]

She jumped when she heard a book fall with an echoing thud to the floor. She stiffened when a man came rushing over to her. The sudden appearance of the man- and that he was reaching to touch her hair- startled her! Her pigeon heart beat loudly in her chest as she took a quick step back to keep a bit of distance between herself and the newcomer. "Er, pardon?" She stammered, drawing her hair to one side of her shoulder and nervously running her fingers through the curly locks.

She blinked at him.... Where on earth had he come from? She thought she was alone in the library and she hadn't seen him before. Then again, there were probably a lot more people she hadn't met just yet. She raised her eyebrows when she heard him snarling and seemed to be looking at something on his coat. But just as she was about to excuse herself and leave, he said something that chilled her to the core. How did he know that she was thinking about her father? Her knees grew weak and she collapsed back in the chair she had risen from. "H-How-?" Her throat was tight and she struggled to get her words out. "How did you-.... Did you know what I was thinking of?"

[Alexander Arjon]

He covered his smile with both his hands and started to stand. His body slowly walked towards her and knelt down. His eyes scanned her fear as he touched her skin and started to pat her head. " Maybe I wont tell you now, but why are you here so alone. If your father gave you so much trouble. Then why do you care. My family never cared and here I am¨ he said as he grabbed the woman by her waist and hauled her upward carrying her bridal style and laid her down on the seat opposite him. He was thinking that maybe he was acting a little to mysterious but this was his space and his time. His secrets needed to be kept under lock and key and he would need to learn to trust. But that would come later. He sat down as he stared at the woman and smiled.

To much ran in his head the woman had potential , she was beautiful, smart he guessed and had a way with words. but he needed to know her story before he could actually know what to do with her. He did not want to pressure himself or his evil ways on her. He was a very nice man in some moments but then in others he was not so sure of why he was so evil. He was possessive and crude. When the time came he would use that force to his leverage and then he would not hold back even though he was becoming increasingly aware that he was replacing the missing pieces of his heart.

[Adina Gillespie]

Adina blinked and stared at the man…. He really was strange and he was getting awfully close to her. She did not like that at all. She drew as far back into the chair as she could and gasped when his hand reached up towards her head. Surly he was going to strike her or worse! She shut her eyes but only felt his pat her head. "M-My family and my past are none of your concern, monsieur." She spat out. Suddenly, before she could tell him off, she found herself being picked up by him! "Monsieur!!" She screamed and looked up at him. "What do you think you are doing?! Put me down this instant!" She struggled and kicked but felt him lay her down gently. She sat up and gave him a look of half anger and half fear as her chest heaved with short, quick pants of breath.

"Th-The least you can do is tell me your name. I would rather not continue to call you 'monsieur'." She said bluntly, sitting up and twisting her legs so that they were turned to the side a little. She kept her head up and shoulders back, keeping her dignified air about her. "If you do not tell me what it is you want, then I shall have no other choice but to get up and simply leave. I do not appreciate being carried off in such a fashion. I expect an apology from you right now."

[Alexander Arjon]

The name, his name of all things. Why would a woman want to know his name. Yet he wanted to remain anonymous for as long as possible just keeping to himself. He had always done it this way, so why did he feel this change was good. Why did he feel his name was important. He had never had a name before. But with his newly established name he felt sure that giving it out would not be so bad. Smiling he sat down a little more relaxed and looked at her.

" My name is Alex.. " he said and started to bow down as he sat up and started to wonder what more surprises would he have with this woman. " I do appreciate and I am sorry to have bothered you so" he said and sighed , he found himself displeasing the girl. He hated that, he hated himself for it. Making his lip shake a little he sighed and closed his eyes as he tried to count to calm himself down a little. He wanted things to go perfect, smooth and yet at the same time to show that he was no monster that he could behave. Was he asking himself to much he wondered and yet thought again on the question itself. What was to much.

[Adina Gillespie]

She looked intensely at the man and kept her good posture as she sat on the settee. This man seemed extremely odd to her and she wondered where on God's green earth did he come from? He seemed nervous and overly anxious about something; what it was she had no idea, but it disturbed her nonetheless. Straightening herself up, she lifted her nose a bit with a dignified air. Best not let him see her fear.

"Apology not accepted, monsieur Alex…. Do you not have a last name?" She preferred not to address someone whom she barely knew by their first name, unless it were the two Eriks she had previously met. "My name is Adina Gillespie. But you may call me Miss Gillespie." She had no desire to hear her name being spoken by this strange man… The settee was becoming most uncomfortable so she decided it would be alright if she stood up and walked around it a little. "May I inquire as to why you so crassly lifted me up and carried me over here? It is not very gentlemanly of you."