Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28770958-20160617065635

The Aristocratic Gentleman, He stands at 8 feet tall some say, he stands at 6 foot 7 others have heard, but all who have come to meet him have never returned to tell their tale. They say, that if you ever return home to find the Gentleman at your door, He will politely inquire about seeking your assistance, for his car or some other mode of transport had broken down. Or a relative or some other person of importance had been in an accident just down the road you may have past by to actually witness He may approach you more often than not asking for a dance. He is a vampiric being, as if torn from the pages of an old novel. He is beautiful, his long golden blonde hair cascading over his shoulders. His skin a milky white that seems to call out to you. He wears a white ruffled shirt with a black dress coat over it, purple buttons lining the side. His pants are pinstriped, purple and black, dress shoes shined to perfection. He wears a top hat that bares a rose on the side. Red like the color of the roses that you found growing beside your house just yesterday. You were not sure how they got there, or who planted them. You certainly do not recall ever wanting such flowers in your yard. You hated flowers, especially those that pricked and stung as the vines of the roses did. You will attempt to ask him if he was the one who planted the roses.

He wears a kind smile and a gentleman's disposition, tipping his hat to you in response, light blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight. But, be not fooled, if you invite him within, or offer your help, and you will be compelled to help him, he will reach out and offer his hand. Take his hand, and you will be compelled to take his hand, and he will lead you into your home, but it is not your home, it is his castle, when you look around you would have been transported into another realm almost, forced to dance with him in his ballroom. You will attempt to ask him of the roses again, he will simply reply "Let us make the roses bloom", Your face will fall with confusion, and as you prepare to voice your rejection of the idea, his once kind smile transforms into a twisted grin, thick black thread sewn over thin pale lips. His eyes, once light and airy bleeding into a dark purple surrounded by inky blackness. Ears pointed out of his curls of blonde hair that suddenly has turned as white as the snow covering the ground during a winter filled with no hope and light or life. The crazed vampiric being bares his fangs in a bright smile, a smile you had thought only moments before to be kind, now filled your blood with fear. You will try to wrestle your hands away from his, but it will only lead him into silent laughter, his grip on your hands growing bone crushingly tight. You will attempt to plead with him to let you go, his only reply will be a grin and a voice echoing in your mind, "Nonsense, the waltz has only just begun cheri!" Your mind will grow frantic, as you try to pull and pull and pull. But the more you pull away the stronger his hold becomes, an orchestra begins to play in the background, your eyes grow hazy as his glittering purple orbs seem to lock you into a trance.....

And so it will be, you will dance with him until you drop dead. or if you are extremely unlucky, he has drained the life from your very soul through your eyes. Either way, in the morning, back inside your home where the strange roses have taken over the outside of the building. There will be nothing left of you but a pool of blood, roses growing where your body once stood...... 