"Surrounded by a halo of winter,
Laying on a bed of rose petals,
Illuminated by the bright moon again,
Painted silver by the sweet cold breeze."
It was winter, it had been for months now and yet the place Maria had chosen to 'vacation' was surrounded by the deepest of snows, white pure and untouched by anyone for a hundred miles. Here no one would hear you scream, and if you were to be found it would not be until late summer when the snows receded high enough up the mountain to just cap its tops and turn the slopes into mini water falls and lush grazing lands for what ever wild animal happened this way.
Set in the trees, half way up the slope had been the place Maria had so carefully chosen for this little excursion. The chalet was anything but small. Three stories high, with four large dormers and a wing extending off both sides of the chalet, Windows adorning the entire west side of the building to look out at the setting sun, the east seeing out into the mountain side and the peeks high above. All constructed of soft oak and warm colors, inviting and when lit at night appearing to be painted in gold under the soft lights that lit the outside of the building.
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Within the building were the amenities built for a king, dinning rooms with table large enough to seat twenty, greeting rooms with thick plush couches, soft lighting and thick carpets. Fireplaces that could swallow a man whole and kitchen so well equipped and stocked that no one could possibly turn their noses up at everything. The windows surrounded in lace and heavy leather, the tables adorned in silk, the beds in satin.
She had arranged everything, the kitchens had been restocked with a few extras, the library stocked with his favourite drinks and cigars, the smaller dinning rooms with the more intimate two person tables had been dressed and filled with unlit candles. The main bedroom had been prepared as she had instructed, a trunk having arrived on her orders before they had. The old leather footlocker placed at the foot of the massive master bed which would put a king sized bed to shame, the old wood head and foot boards extending in long pillars to ensnare soft lace above in a sweeping canopy, the bed posts holding in them selves the carvings of hunting wolves, in the teeth of the lead wolf were rings of a rabbit body, the look as if decoration, but to the better trained eye one would recognise the ring of the body as the perfect place to ensnare an unsuspecting victim, to tie them securely if it was so desired.
And with the taste of Talomar, there was no doubt it would be desired.
Across from the bed was a massive fireplace, a set of matching leather chairs fit for a king, and a long thin table before them, again one could very easily use their imagination when seeing the long sweeping legs, the lower shelf on the table and the way it seemed so perfectly smooth and almost warm to the touch.
Yes Maria had thought of everything as she had arranged this vacation, including the black and red winter roses, the flowers almost looking like they had been dipped in black paint, or were carrying blood in their wispy veins. Each flower in perfect bloom, accompanied by twelve of its exact copies and housed in vases around the chalet.
Everything had been set, and simply awaited their arrival.
Laying on a bed of rose petals,
Illuminated by the bright moon again,
Painted silver by the sweet cold breeze."
It was winter, it had been for months now and yet the place Maria had chosen to 'vacation' was surrounded by the deepest of snows, white pure and untouched by anyone for a hundred miles. Here no one would hear you scream, and if you were to be found it would not be until late summer when the snows receded high enough up the mountain to just cap its tops and turn the slopes into mini water falls and lush grazing lands for what ever wild animal happened this way.
Set in the trees, half way up the slope had been the place Maria had so carefully chosen for this little excursion. The chalet was anything but small. Three stories high, with four large dormers and a wing extending off both sides of the chalet, Windows adorning the entire west side of the building to look out at the setting sun, the east seeing out into the mountain side and the peeks high above. All constructed of soft oak and warm colors, inviting and when lit at night appearing to be painted in gold under the soft lights that lit the outside of the building.
http://www.californiachronicle.com/img/users/3070/outside.jpg
Within the building were the amenities built for a king, dinning rooms with table large enough to seat twenty, greeting rooms with thick plush couches, soft lighting and thick carpets. Fireplaces that could swallow a man whole and kitchen so well equipped and stocked that no one could possibly turn their noses up at everything. The windows surrounded in lace and heavy leather, the tables adorned in silk, the beds in satin.
She had arranged everything, the kitchens had been restocked with a few extras, the library stocked with his favourite drinks and cigars, the smaller dinning rooms with the more intimate two person tables had been dressed and filled with unlit candles. The main bedroom had been prepared as she had instructed, a trunk having arrived on her orders before they had. The old leather footlocker placed at the foot of the massive master bed which would put a king sized bed to shame, the old wood head and foot boards extending in long pillars to ensnare soft lace above in a sweeping canopy, the bed posts holding in them selves the carvings of hunting wolves, in the teeth of the lead wolf were rings of a rabbit body, the look as if decoration, but to the better trained eye one would recognise the ring of the body as the perfect place to ensnare an unsuspecting victim, to tie them securely if it was so desired.
And with the taste of Talomar, there was no doubt it would be desired.
Across from the bed was a massive fireplace, a set of matching leather chairs fit for a king, and a long thin table before them, again one could very easily use their imagination when seeing the long sweeping legs, the lower shelf on the table and the way it seemed so perfectly smooth and almost warm to the touch.
Yes Maria had thought of everything as she had arranged this vacation, including the black and red winter roses, the flowers almost looking like they had been dipped in black paint, or were carrying blood in their wispy veins. Each flower in perfect bloom, accompanied by twelve of its exact copies and housed in vases around the chalet.
Everything had been set, and simply awaited their arrival.