Willow rolled her eyes, "No... Because I just sound so much like I know where I'm going..." She chuckled at herself and shrugged, "I'll probably somehow find my way. You know where the kitchen is? Or wherever the food is kept? I'm kinda hungry. Well, not kinda--I'm hungry. I mean... Maybe I should stop. I tend to... Babble and talk a lot." she gave a sheepish smile.

Awesome... Somebody else. i'm not alone. I'm not going to die here... Unless he has no idea where he is either. Oh well. Someone's better than nothing, right? Ahem. Unless that someone is a serial killer. But I'm pretty sure he's not a serial killer. I think. I'm pretty sure. What would he be doing here anyways? She gave herself a mental scolding for thinking her thoughts.

Vincent gave her and not then a quick bow. " I am Vincent Zane Emrick. I doubt there is much you can do for us Alice. You are quite gifted with your instruments. It would be nice to have another person to play with after these years." He looked up the stairs as he dreaded telling the others he had told Alice the truth. "The others may not agree with what I have done, but it feels good to tell some one after these years. The books are not safe out in the public I assure you. If you want to try then I'll help you. Though I don't know how much I will be due to my urges. I try my best to keep them in check." He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out the book as he flipped it open studying its pages. "This is one of the few spell books that doesn't have deadly or tricks with the black magic."

Bree let out a yelp as she tripped up the stairs to the house. She moved to her feed as she brushed off her clothing. She open the door and walked threw it. She looked about the house noticing that it didn't look like it should. She moved slowly not wanting to fall again. She thought the girls were mean for telling her to meet them here. She didn't see anyone here. Bree stopped as she looked into one of the rooms seeing a boy there in it. She stared at him then her eyes shifted to the rest of the room. The room was filled with books. She stud there not sure what to do. The boy didn't look like he would hurt her bust why was he there. That thought kept running through her mind as she looked at him.

Holden sighed. But then lifted his head, hearing the basement door close and latch. He cursed. He ran through the house in such a way it seemed like he was a few inches from dropping to all fours, brushing right past another girl. "Vincent!" he shouted when he reached the basement door, pounding on it with his fist. There was no doubt the vampire had let slip almost everything about them, five hundred years gave you a chance to get to know someone. "Vincent!" he called again. "...Play nice with the girl." There was no use putting it in delicate terms anymore. Holden's shoulders slumped and his face showed clearly his annoyance. He let out a growl that started soft and suddenly climbed to a louder range. Finally he realized he had just passed another girl on his way there. "He's her problem now, wandering little pup," he muttered, walking back to see if the other girl was still there. She was. "Are you lost? Or are you just here perusing all of our things on a dare too?" he asked sharply. The crazy things were multiplying.

Bree stepped back for the boy. She didn't like his pushiness or his outburst of anger. She wasn't sure if she should tell him. She closed her eyes as she gave him a slight bow. Her voice was soft and barley above a whisper. "I am Bree and yes I am here on the dare. Are the others hear yet? I just want to show them I came then I'll leave I promise. And please don't yell it isn't good for you or the person you are yelling at." Bree open on eyes as she looked at him hoping he wasn't going to hurt her or yell at her. She didn't like it when peopled yelled or talked loud. It hurt her ears and mad her want to run.

((0.o the door is open friend just so you know."))

Holden raised an eyebrow and glanced around uncertainly. The fact that his hostility hadn't been returned threw him off guard. "How many are supposed to be coming?" he asked, his voice settling into a quieter, mellower tone. "As far as I know, two others are here." A deer, he thought. It's like walking up to a deer. Be as quiet and non-threatening as possible. "Excuse my yelling. You all came rather unexpectedly and it's...set me on edge a tad."

((I thought you said it latched closed. v.v))

Willow rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I've heard that one before. I mean about the babbling thing. Besides, it'd give me a better chance to sneak attack someone. Y'know. If they think you're scared, then they think you'll be easy to overcome... And then--BAM!--you aren't. And... What dare thing are you talking about? I just got lost. Y'know. Out exploring. Lost sense of direction. Actually, I don't have a sense of direction..." She shrugged, then turned to the kitchen, crashing into the wall.

"Aw crap. I gotta stop doing that." She jumped to her feet, "Oh well. Supports the fact that either I have to start actually watching where I'm going or that I'm just really clumsy. Of course it's not like that time I was walking home and nearly killed myself tripping over a twig..." she looked at the stranger, "I'm not boring you am I? You could just... Say something, y'know."

Bree looked up at him as she open her other eye. She was happy he hadn't yelled or tried to attack her. She gave him a faint smile though she still spoke barley about a whisper. " I-I am sorry I didn't know people still lived here. I should have stayed at the flower shop. Please forgive my rudeness." Her gaze fell to the floor as she felt bad for intruding his space without permission. She should have ignored the girls and their bet but she wanted to fit in for a chance instead of standing out. It was strange she thought that he lived here but who was she to judge him. He acted the way he looked now she thought. He seemed like a wolf to her. A bit of a longer always watching and waiting. " I don't know how many the other girls invited on this...game of theirs. I figure just the ones they don't like or want to make fun of."

((Tis ok it also says that the door then open by it's self. ))

"Nobody does," Holden said with a sigh. "Noone thinks people do anyway." He took a step forward, wondering if she might start crying. This was a delicate one. "If..." he stopped himself. "...When you do leave, you won't tell anyone, will you? We don't want attention." He tilted his head. "Make fun of? Why would people want to send eachother to a dangerous place like this?" Then he froze, realizing the irony, and a small chuckle escaped his throat. It was a short, barking laugh.

((Ooohhh...heheh.))

Willow smirked and rolled her eyes, dusting the dirt and whatever else off her pants, "It'd be perfectly fine if I could walk through walls... Imagine all those brain cells I wouldn't have lost..." she chuckled at herself, "Sarcasm. Great thing. And I'm pretty sure that's some kind of comedy where you say something funny with a serious face..." She shook it off and swung open the door, "So, am I playing the gentleman here and you the lady? If so, ladies first." Willow swept her hand to the kitchen, then paused, "Unless you don't wanna go into the kitchen. Then that's all good too."

Wonderful. Stuck here with this guy? Maybe I should get out of here. What time is it? Dammit. Right. Don't have my watch on me. Where the hell are the windows in this place? ... And when was the last time it was cleaned?

Bree looked up at him as she heard his bark like laugh. She stepped back as she stared at him. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she felt a chill run down her spine. She shook her head as she was determined not to run. He was a strange one she would give him that but he wasn't mean like the others she had meet. She kinda liked him and his strange ways. She begin to laugh as she thought about how she had compared him to a wolf then his bark like laugh. "No I want tell anyone...if you like I could bring you some supplies from the village. Your home looks like it could use some tender loving care. By the way what is your name? If you don't give me one I'm going to call you wolf boy."

"It's been this way for years. But...you said you worked at a flower shop? They might be a nice distraction from the faded appearance of this place, I guess," he said with a smile. "I'm Hol-" he stopped and bristled, staring at her. After a moment he realized she was joking. He shook himself and coughed. "I'm Holden. Wolf boy huh? What has made you want to deem me that?" he asked innocently.

Bree looked at him then smiled. "Well it is nice to meet you Holden! What type of flowers do you like? I have just about any, though I think some of my ferns that I have may do nicely here. If you like I really will bring you things from the village I don't mind. My parents will be happy for me getting out of shop for a change. A coat of paint wouldn't hurt either...what color would you like." Bree looked about the place then shifted her eyes back to Holden as she finished taken note on what the house needed. Her face froze as she realized he had said the house had been that way for years it was strange for him to say that but she let it go not wanting to dwell on it. She spoke calmly as she eyed on of the books in the room. "Your nature and actions match that of a wolf. You are quite the loner aren't you. You have the same eyes that the wolves do. It is kind of scary when you first see them. Not because they come from one of the best hunters but because they seem to know everything." Bree moved closer as she picked up one of the fallen books on the floor of the room. She went to place when she saw the strange symbols.She glanced at the other books noticing the strange symbols. She quickly put it in it's place and stepped back and looked at Holden. "They are all spell books. How did you get them? My friend from far away has her own spell books she tried to teach me what each symbol meant but I failed. Never mind I don't want to know why you have them. I hope you don't use them nothing good will come from using them." She looked to the floor as the sadness she felt could be seen in her eyes. "I-I think I better find the others and go."

"Nice to meet you too," he beamed. "I think the wood in this place is lovely the way it is, aged," he said, rather fondly looking at the walls. He saw her pick up the book and almost completely forgot about her comment of his wolfishness. He looked at the book as though it might start snapping at him. He was a practical man and the fact that he had been trapped in a kind of magic was still nauseating to him. "They were here long before us," Holden said defensively. This girl was hovering on the verge of finding out what was going on and it frightened him.

Bree looked at Holden as she felt a bit uneasy. "This place feels like there is a evil presence here how can you stand it? Do you ever leave this place? I haven't seen you around the village if you have." She was trying to keep herself from running or to ponder on the books and his strange actions. She smiled bigger as she tried to prove to herself that she was fine and she was just scaring herself for no reason. She looked about the place as Holden had looking at the wood. Some of the things he said made it seem as if he had been in the house a long time and part of another time. She tried not to think about the books or his words but she couldn't help it. After a while she spoke up. "Holden how old are you? You are talking at times like you are from another time and as if you have lived in this house a long time. Wolf boy you are very strange indeed."

"There used to be. A supposed witch, or something. Um, the village isn't really where I belong," he answered, scratching his head. Her smile looked uneasy. And he could smell her fear. It made him antsy. His mouth had gone dry. "I'm eighteen," he said stiffly. Permanently, he thought to himself. "I guess it's just what happens when you live in a place like this, you start absorbing the feel of the place." He snickered. "I get that a lot." Thank god the full moon was...when was it? He took a step back and glanced at a faded calendar on the other side of the wall that had been used over and over again. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. One night away. He'd have to pack tonight for the three day long torture ahead. He turned back to Bree quickly.

Looked to where Holden had been looking at. She couldn't really make out what it was. She shifted as she felt him grow stranger. She raised a brow as he talked. He was worried about something she could tell though she didn't know what. She looked to see if others had appeared to make him this way. After a bit she looked at him as she took a seat on the floor. "Your not telling the whole truth are you? You seem worried about something why?" She looked to the floor as she ran he fingers along the old wood then giggled as she enjoyed feeling the old wood.

As Bree seemed to get situated, Holden realized he was in for a long time of explanations. "You're right, I'm not telling you the truth. I doubt you'd believe it if I told you. There's just something I have to go through every once in a while that's rather unpleasant for me," he said, shifting his weight and leaning against the door frame. He seemed to look everywhere but Bree's face, a very uncharacteristic move for him.

Bree looked up at him as she rose a brow. "It seems I will be here a while Holden. Try me.?" Bree crossed her arms around her knees as she sat there. She hadn't meet someone so distant as Holden. She could tell he was in pain though he tired not to show it. He was like a book she thought. His cover may say strong and tough but on the inside his pages told another story. He did have those characteristics of a wolf she thought.Bree shuttered as a chill went down her back as she sat there. She looked to the spell books wandering why they would still keep the books. Her eyes shifted back to Holden as she saw him looking about the room. "What is your meaner half going to come out wolf boy? Do I need to run now or later." She gave him a slight smile as she laughed lightly.

Holden chose then to look her in the eyes. "Later," he said, with all seriousness. "These books did belong to a witch, Bree. Long ago. And she used their magic to do terrible things," his voice became hushed as he began recalling the night he and the others had been cursed. "We aren't human. None of us. We can't leave this place and we can't fix what's happened to us." It was hard not to get angry. He had been shunned by his own people and given a punishment that, as far as he was concerned, noone deserved.

Bree just looked at Holden. She wanted to believe that all he said was a lie but there was to much pain in his eyes for it to be. She looked to the books as she sat there. "W-Why would she do that? What did you do?" Her eyes shown with sadness then confusion. "If your not human than what are you? And who are us?"