Serenity by Cassidy Infinity (miss read books .TXT) 📕

        My eyes were wide with awe as we continued driving up the hill. There were no other houses on the way towards the house. We'd left the town behind. My eyes scanned the dark, grey landscape. It was so dark here. "How big is the house?" I asked Baudelaire curiously. He'd been politely answering any questions throughout the entire drive.

"It's on 70 acres of land. The house itself is 4 stories, not counting the basement. Over 100 rooms." he informed me. My eyes went even wider. It really was like a mansion.

"Holy shit... Are we loaded or something?" I asked curiously. I heard Baudelaire laugh in the front seat as we pulled up to the house.

"I guess you could say that, ma'am. I just wouldn't phrase it as such around Madame. Your grandmother is a very proper woman." he advised me. I looked up at the front porch as Baudelaire parked the car. I saw an elderly woman standing at the top of the stairs. Her whispy hair was pulled up into a bun and she had a pair of glasses resting on her nose. She was dressed in a heavy black coat and she had a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her eyes were sharp and I could feel them trained on me as Baudelaire turned off the car and quickly got out, opening my door and taking my hand as he helped me out. I suddenly felt underdressed as Baudelaire got my luggage from the trunk. The woman, my grandmother I hoped, looked so elegant and seemed to be wearing expensive clothing. I was wearing the knock off brand clothes Aunty had bought for me. I just prayed that it wouldn't be an issue.

"It's about time you returned, Baudelaire. I feared you'd crashed in the marshes." she commented sarcastically. Baudelaire let out a polite little laugh as he set my things at the foot of the stairs. He offered me his arm and I nervously took it as he helped me ascend the steep stairs.

"You wish, I'm sure, Madame. I just drove a little slower on the way back so the little miss could see our lovely town." he said as I stepped onto the porch. My grandmother looked me up and down, ignoring Baudelaire.

"Well, aren't you a scrappy little thing..." she commented. "Your clothes, they're cheap. Where did you get them?" she scoffed in distaste. My shoulders fell a bit and I bit my lip.

"Aunty bought them for me... From some stores at the mall." I informed her quietly. She turned up her nose and dismissed it with a wave of her hand.

"I will not have my granddaughter prancing around in cheap department store clothes. I'll have someone come by later to fit you for some tailored outfits." she informed me coolly. I nodded.

"Baudelaire, take her things in and show her to her room. Afterwards, I'll have some tea downstairs in the living room. Serenity, you may join me if you like. If not, feel free to rest or go explore the grounds. I only ask that you don't go into the basement. We're having some repairs done." she explained. Baudelaire came back up the stairs with my suitcases. He moved past me and opened the door for my grandmother and gave her a little smile as she went inside.

"Come along, little miss. I'll show you to your room." he said as he took in the rest of my luggage. I stepped into the foyer and my eyes instantly widened. There was a huge glass ceiling four stories up that let the dim light in. There was faded black and white striped wallpaper and elegant, dark wood paneling that came up to my waist. There were old looking sconces on the walls with actual candles inside that were lit and providing flickering light. There was a large set of french doors to my right where I saw an elegant living room that Grandama had disappeared into. The whole house looked like it hadn't changed at all from the Victorian era. I admired the large spiral staircase that ascended up all four stories. I blinked and saw Baudelaire walking towards the staircase. I quickly darted after him and followed him up to the third floor.

"Madame put me in charge of designating you a room. I didn't know what you would like, so please tell me if there's anything I can do to make you comfortable, little miss." he said warmly. I smiled at him as he opened one of the doors. I stepped in and gasped. It was gorgeous. There was a queen bed in the center of the room with veil drapings around the sides. There were dim lights on the walls and a gorgeous old fashioned makeup dresser with a mirror. There was a shelf full of books and a walk in closet. My eyes widened as Baudelaire set my luggage down.

"This is amazing!" I cried, spinning around and reveling in the amazing room. Baudelaire smiled at my reaction.

"I'm glad you like it. I chose a room I thought you would enjoy." he informed me kindly. I smiled at him as I ran over and dropped onto the bed.

"I love it." I said happily, before I let out a long, sad sigh. Baudelaire arched a brow as he folded his hands together in front of him.

"Is anything the matter, little miss?" he asked me. I propped myself up on my elbows and took my hat off, setting it on the bed beside me.

"I'm just going to miss my aunt, Allison. She was the best. She was like a mom to me. Every night before bed, she'd leave a cup of tea beside my bed, and a book she thought I would like. Stuff like Stephen King, and stuff like the classics." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Aunty. I was going to miss her. Baudelaire sighed and nodded.

"Well, I'll try and make things as comfortable for you as I can. Would you like me to unpack for you?" he inquired. I smiled and shook my head.

"I think I'm alright. I don't want to keep you away from Grandma for too long. I'll probably take a look around." I told him cheerily. Baudelaire nodded and gave me a little bow.

"I'll come fetch you when dinner is ready. Be careful on the grounds. Just come get me if you need anything." he said kindly. I nodded and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Thanks, Baudelaire." he nodded at me before he quickly left to tend to my grandmother. I simply sat in pleasant silence for a minute or two after he left before I stood up and wandered over to the tall windows that sat on either side of my bed. I looked through, wanting to see perhaps a pleasant view of the mountains that surrounded Blackbourne on all sides. I paled however at the sight that met me. A graveyard. There was a graveyard right outside my window. My brown eyes widened in a morbid fascination. I loved graveyards, but I was a little disturbed that there was one right outside my window. My eyes caught movement however and proceeded to get even wider. There was someone there. I ran over and grabbed my hat before darting over to the door. I peered out before I slipped out and tiptoed down the stairs. I wasn't looking to bring my grandmother down on me. I saw Baudelaire in the living room with my grandmother, their backs to me. I ran over to the door and pulled it open, running out onto the front porch. I ran down the stairs and my feet squished the mud underneath me. It had started lightly sprinkling, but I paid no mind to it. I took off running towards the left side of the house and I was there in seconds. I peered around the corner and saw a boy there. I frowned, squared my shoulders, and stepped out and began to walk towards the graveyard. He was laying on the large, stone fence. He was propped up on his elbows, his legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Hey!" I yelled as I stormed towards him. "What're you doing here?" I queried as I pushed open the creaky graveyard gate. He looked over at me and smirked. He looked tall and wiry, with curly reddish brown hair and the most gorgeous set of brown eyes I'd ever seen. His skin was pale and he had full red lips. I had to admit that, as cliched as it sounded, my heart skipped a beat. He sat up and I couldn't help but admire the leather jacket that covered his torso.

"I might ask you the same question. Who the hell are you?" he asked me sarcastically. I crossed my arms and widened my stance, cocking my head to the side.

"I'm Serenity. Serenity Williams. I just moved back here." I informed him coolly. He smirked at me.

"Well, Serenity Williams, I'm Peter Samuels." he told me with a little laugh. "You're the Williams heiress." his tone suddenly turned serious and I frowned a bit.

"I am, what's it to you?" I asked him incredulously. What was with this whole Williams heiress thing? I was just getting an inheritance. Peter laughed.

"What's it to me? Just everyone's talking about it. You're the next one to battle the curse." he wiggled his brows ang gave me a menacing smirk. I clenched my jaw.

"What curse are you talking about?!" I cried angrily, crossing my arms defiantly.

"You don't know about the curse? The Williams curse, Serenity. You'll start to see it soon enough." Peter chuckled. I felt my stomach knot up at the ominous message.

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see soon enough, like I said. Now, I'll leave you in peace. But be careful of the curse, Serenity. Don't let it get you like it got the others." he said with a dark laugh as he jumped up and brushed past me and through the gate. I actually felt frightened as I watched him walk towards the road.

"Wait, what are you talking about?!" I cried, running to the gate.

"Stay away from the Greymist marsh, Serenity. Don't go poking around. You might want to watch your back. You don't want to be another Williams that goes missing." he looked over his shoulder with an ominous smirk before he disappeared into the foggy road.

"Come back, wait! What about Greymist marsh?" I shouted as I ran after him. But when I ran into the street he had completely vanished. I looked down the hill and there wasn't sign of anyone.

"Little miss, dinner is almost ready!" I heard Baudelaire call me from the front porch. I was ripped out of my frightened daze as I slowly began to back up towards the house. What was the secret to Greymist marsh...?

A/N: Soooo what'd you think of Peter?! Please comment or like!!!

Teaser: Baudelaire sees Serenity off to her first day of school, and afterwards tells Serenity the story of the Blackbourne witch.