Post by Admin on Apr 6, 2015 14:40:20 GMT -5
In the darkest hour of the night, mist crawled over the town of Anzio from the west. Scented of the sea, it drifted like low-lying clouds over the peaceful, quiet harbor and down the main road to flood the large square that served as the heart of the small fishing village. Within the inn occupied by the Montefiore family, nearly everyone was asleep but for those Ducal Guardsmen on duty, their vigilance redoubled in the face of the recent attack and aborted abduction attempt. No one entered the inn unchallenged, nor obtained the stairs without authorization from the Guardsmen... at least, for what could be seen.
As the insubstantial form brushed past them like a kiss of wind, the men stirred but showed no signs of awareness regarding his presence. A ghostly smile appeared on the shade's face as he drifted up the stairs with definite purpose, his destination within sight. The man stationed at the head of the stairs took no more notice of him than his fellows, except to raise a hand and brush at his face as if to nudge away a mosquito. Further amused, the haunt progressed down the hall and through the correct door without need to open it. He merely passed through the repaired wood and paused, surveying the dimly light room.
The bed held the form whom he came to seek, swathed in bandages that held unmistakable red stains on them. The man slept fitfully, he could see, his limbs twitching and his head occasionally tossing from side to side. Coming closer, the ghostly form gazed down at the slumbering man but paused, realizing that he was not alone. A chair sat on the far side of the bed, holding a slumped, slender form whose torso was draped across the duvet, sound asleep. Satisfied that the watcher would not wake, he turned his attention to the man.
Open your eyes, Demetrio...
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