#23 Vanadium- Chapter 16
I would just like to say that I'm not sure what happened to the story from this point on. It got a little out of control and now there's a story within my story... so, um, enjoy?
If looks could kill, the small blur in the driveway would be dead. The SUV had hardly pulled into the gravel driveway before the front doors swung open and two small forms ran out of the massive home. Ferran Ziefert had eagerly escaped the Sport Utility Vehicle and picked up one of the small children.
Larry Malloy simply sneered at the sight.
Larry Malloy was not a religious man, but for a brief moment during the long drive to this... mansion it seemed to be... he had prayed to God that his "roommate" did not have children. It seemed as if God was punishing him for not believing by giving him a "room mate" with not just one but two children. Small ones at that.
Tap
. Tap.
Tap.
Larry's eyes focused on the driver's side window- Ferran Ziefert held the older girl child in one arm and was tapping the window with the other. He cocked his head to the side and asked through the glass "Are you getting out?"
Larry glared.
He unbuckled his seat belt, however much he did not want to enter the house, and got out of the car. He retrieved his suitcase from the back seat of the sport utiility vehicle and followed Ferran Ziefert and his two daughters up the path. After a few minutes, they came to a large, wrought iron gate. But with a few quick taps on the keypad, Ferran Ziefert opened it and the four of them entered the yard. And what a yard it was- even though he was over six feet tall, the hedge walls growing on either side of the path were at least four feet higher than he was tall. Impressed by the imposing vegetation, he took a look at the house. Although he had noted before that it was large, he had not taken in the majesty of it.
The house was not large, but enormus. It seemed to be made of stone- but not plural. It looked as if the entire mansion was cut from a single slab of grey marble, though it was too large for it to be so. There were four floors above ground, but it looked as if there were several levels of tunnels underneath. It was entirely symmetrical, with matching towers on each side. It looked ominous, like a sauve villain's base of operations-- not at all like the home of a happy family with young children.
"Mama!" The smaller child squealed. She had run ahead of the other three for most of the walk but waited every so often for them to catch up. Now, the ran like the toddler she was straight toward the blonde woman leaning on the frame of the large front doors. She was wearing a well worn tee shirt with a Linkin Park logo on it and tattered jeans with holes in the knees and frays under her feet. Compared to the smooth shine of the rest of the scenery, she looked lost.
"Anna," the woman smiled, scooping up the child. "What have I told you about leaving Papa and Lenore behind?"
"Not to," Anna giggled with a smile. Larry rolled his eyes at the pair. Ferran Ziefert passed him and went up to the young woman, giving her a hug and a brief kiss on the lips. They made an odd pair, him with his traditional, stuffy attire and approaching middle age, and she with her bright blonde hair bobbed with a streak of pink, very casual clothes, and hardly into her mid thirties yet, each holding a young child.
"Hello honey, did you have a good day?" Mr. Ziefert asked the woman.
"Of course," she smiled. "Although this little ball of energy wouldn't sit still, thoguh! She kept running thorugh the house and nearly knocked over two dfferent maids!"
"Did she now?" Mr. Ziefert chuckled. "She's gonna grow up to be just like me."
"Not if I can help it, mister!" the woman said with mock seriousness. "One immature child is enough!"
"Now, now, do not insult Lenore like that!" Mr. Ziefert put on exaggerated puppdy dog eyes and held up his older daughter, who was giggling hysterically.
"Lenore?" the woman asked, laughing as well. "I'm talking about you!"
"Me? But I'm not immature! Look- I even did the errands today! I brought home the new teacher who will be living in our guest room for the next year, remember?" Mr. Ziefert smirked as the woman whirled around and came face to face with their new hoseguest.
Running total: 14,991/50,000
If looks could kill, the small blur in the driveway would be dead. The SUV had hardly pulled into the gravel driveway before the front doors swung open and two small forms ran out of the massive home. Ferran Ziefert had eagerly escaped the Sport Utility Vehicle and picked up one of the small children.
Larry Malloy simply sneered at the sight.
Larry Malloy was not a religious man, but for a brief moment during the long drive to this... mansion it seemed to be... he had prayed to God that his "roommate" did not have children. It seemed as if God was punishing him for not believing by giving him a "room mate" with not just one but two children. Small ones at that.
Tap
. Tap.
Tap.
Larry's eyes focused on the driver's side window- Ferran Ziefert held the older girl child in one arm and was tapping the window with the other. He cocked his head to the side and asked through the glass "Are you getting out?"
Larry glared.
He unbuckled his seat belt, however much he did not want to enter the house, and got out of the car. He retrieved his suitcase from the back seat of the sport utiility vehicle and followed Ferran Ziefert and his two daughters up the path. After a few minutes, they came to a large, wrought iron gate. But with a few quick taps on the keypad, Ferran Ziefert opened it and the four of them entered the yard. And what a yard it was- even though he was over six feet tall, the hedge walls growing on either side of the path were at least four feet higher than he was tall. Impressed by the imposing vegetation, he took a look at the house. Although he had noted before that it was large, he had not taken in the majesty of it.
The house was not large, but enormus. It seemed to be made of stone- but not plural. It looked as if the entire mansion was cut from a single slab of grey marble, though it was too large for it to be so. There were four floors above ground, but it looked as if there were several levels of tunnels underneath. It was entirely symmetrical, with matching towers on each side. It looked ominous, like a sauve villain's base of operations-- not at all like the home of a happy family with young children.
"Mama!" The smaller child squealed. She had run ahead of the other three for most of the walk but waited every so often for them to catch up. Now, the ran like the toddler she was straight toward the blonde woman leaning on the frame of the large front doors. She was wearing a well worn tee shirt with a Linkin Park logo on it and tattered jeans with holes in the knees and frays under her feet. Compared to the smooth shine of the rest of the scenery, she looked lost.
"Anna," the woman smiled, scooping up the child. "What have I told you about leaving Papa and Lenore behind?"
"Not to," Anna giggled with a smile. Larry rolled his eyes at the pair. Ferran Ziefert passed him and went up to the young woman, giving her a hug and a brief kiss on the lips. They made an odd pair, him with his traditional, stuffy attire and approaching middle age, and she with her bright blonde hair bobbed with a streak of pink, very casual clothes, and hardly into her mid thirties yet, each holding a young child.
"Hello honey, did you have a good day?" Mr. Ziefert asked the woman.
"Of course," she smiled. "Although this little ball of energy wouldn't sit still, thoguh! She kept running thorugh the house and nearly knocked over two dfferent maids!"
"Did she now?" Mr. Ziefert chuckled. "She's gonna grow up to be just like me."
"Not if I can help it, mister!" the woman said with mock seriousness. "One immature child is enough!"
"Now, now, do not insult Lenore like that!" Mr. Ziefert put on exaggerated puppdy dog eyes and held up his older daughter, who was giggling hysterically.
"Lenore?" the woman asked, laughing as well. "I'm talking about you!"
"Me? But I'm not immature! Look- I even did the errands today! I brought home the new teacher who will be living in our guest room for the next year, remember?" Mr. Ziefert smirked as the woman whirled around and came face to face with their new hoseguest.
Running total: 14,991/50,000