#it jumps

Wide shocked green eyes took in the blood and smell of copper and other bodily fluids, the overturned furniture, the curtain rail hanging by a peg, and the pool of god knows what ruining great-grand mamas favorite rug.  

 Four bodies (at least she thinks it’s four) and what’s left of them and one man sitting behind Papa’s antique pine desk, (which was covered in blood) feet on the stained wood, lazing back, dark hair shaggily framed a shadowed face, eyes that burned icy blue, mouth set in a hard line, cigarette in one hand brought casually to his lips, in the other, half a glass of amber liquid that burned gold in the firelight, cradled in loose fingers.

 Ishaan Westfire (as he was known these days) stared at the pale, beautiful face and green, green eyes of the young woman who had welcomed him into her home, these last few months.

 Those beautiful green eyes wide full of shock, lush mouth gaping as she took in the chaos that was her grandfather’s office. He watched through narrow eyes as she paled, swallowed and edged back in to the hallway.

 “I apologize for the mess, precious, it really couldn’t be helped.” It was a shame she had to be brought into this. Really it was.

 It would seem, that his long never-forgotten past had finally caught up to him.

 His mouth twisting in a cruel smirk, blowing out a stream of smoke, savoring the taste on his tongue.