| ~ Don't Get Burned ~ |
| As Remy and I arrived at the headquarters of the Thieves Guild, I felt fear and apprehension. I looked up at the imposing mansion. It was set in the outskirts of New Orleans. Near the swamps and marshes, there was wildlife everywhere I looked. I climbed out of the black Porsche into the hot, humid summer air. It was stifling hot, and the insects buzzed angrily around my head. I glanced over at my newfound guardian and kept in a laugh as he swatted at the mosquitoes. He motioned for me to follow him into the white mansion, and I did. We entered the house, and out footsteps rang loudly on the varnished wood floor. I sniffed and smelled cleaning products. He walked up to a set of heavy mahogany doors and knocked on them. An older man answered, and he and Remy started to talk in accented French. I managed to get the first few words, but after that, they talked too fast for me to follow. I started to think about what it would be like to live as a professional thief, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted as Remy took my hand and led me through the doors. We entered a long hallway that had many doors coming out of it; I guessed that this would have been the servant�s quarters. Remy walked over to a panel of dark wood and pressed it lightly. It opened to a wooden spiral staircase. I looked up, and I noticed that it went up at least two stories and down at least one. I suddenly realized how big this mansion actually was. We went up to the top story, which was the third story, and then we walked down another hallway. This hallway had a hardwood floor that had a running carpet in the center. It was a beautiful shade of rose, and it matched the walls. He went up to the last door on the right and opened the mahogany door. He held the door open to me and motioned for me to enter. I blushed; I had gotten lost in my thoughts. I quietly ran up to him. �P�tite,� he said to me with a small grin, �this is m�room. Y�goin� t�be sharin� it wit� me for a shor� while. Hope y�don� min�. We got t�get anotha room f�ya.� Then he gave me an apologetic smile. �Ah, sure, it�ll be fine. I�ve shared rooms before. But, how do I know that this isn�t just some trick and then in the middle of the night, you�ll kill me while I sleep?� I questioned. He looked at me, then removed his sunglasses. I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I took in his red and black eyes. �Chere, Remy�s got a feelin� dat you�d be a hard one t�kill,� he told me. I took what he said in stride. �Where will I be sleepin�?� I grimaced. One bad thing about wanting to blend in. I tended to pick up on accents rather quickly. He grinned, �You�ll be takin� da bed. Remy�ll take da couch.� I glanced at the bed. It was beautiful. Done in mahogany, with burgundy sheets and wine-red pillows, it was striking. I glanced around the room. Was everything in this house done with mahogany? It sure seemed like it. I sighed and looked back at him. He was rummaging through the dresser. I cleared my throat, and he turned back around, �I don�t have anything to sleep in.� I laughed, �Actually, I don�t have anything except for what I�ve got on me.� He looked at me, then grabbed something out of the drawer. �Dis should work until we can fin� somet�ing else.� He tossed me a silk burgundy, dress shirt. �You want me to wear this?� I asked incredulously. He nodded and grabbed something else from the dresser and started to head for another door. He smiled, �it�s de oldest t�ing Remy �as.� �Oh,� I weakly replied. ��M goin� t�go change. Y�can change �n here, chere,� he told me. I nodded, and he went into the bathroom. From what I caught, it was big, and done in darker, Victorian tones. I quickly undressed and put on the shirt. It hung almost to my knees, a bit bigger than I liked, but it was comfortable. He came out of the bathroom wearing�almost nothing. He was wearing burgundy boxers. Silk, I thought. He had let his hair down and it streamed around his face in a red-brown mass. It made me want to run my hands through it. I took a deep breath and looked at him. �I t�ink it�s time for bed,� he announced. I nodded, and within twenty minutes, we were both fast asleep. Well, he was fast asleep. I tossed and turned for over half the night. Finally, I fell asleep. Unfortunately, at that moment, I also fell off the bed. I made quite a loud �thump�. Loud enough to cause Remy to ask me in sleepy tones if I was all right The nightmares started shortly after I fell asleep for the second time. They were horrible; they were painfilled. I woke up with a cry after someone put their arms around me. It was Remy, and he pulled me close. |
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