Sometime later, Bella pulled up to the estate's gate with plenty of time to spare. She was careful to follow the newspaper's exact instructions to its location.
Looking at the iron gothic style iron gate, Bella noticed how creepy and perfect it was. The vines growing on them created the proper atmosphere.
She hopped out of her truck and walked over to the intercom and buzzed in. Bella found she did not have to wait long after pressing the button only a few times. But soon someone answered.
"Yes? Who is it?" A soft voice called.
"Bella Swan. I believe you have been expecting me. I have an appointment with you?"
After a moment of thoughtful silence, came the answer. "Ah, yes, please come in. I will meet you at the door."
"Thanks." Bella called and aboard the truck once again. She waited for the gates to open for her patiently. While waiting, she noticed something she did not before.
A letter V and a crest with a red stone gleaming in the center. After squinting to make out the fine detail the gate groaned and swung open wide.
Bella moved the truck slowly onto the long winding driveway. She traveled past an overgrown garden with many statues of angels and birds in dirty fountains.
As she moved on with ease, she looked up as the trees that overcast her vehicle shading her from dying light in the sky.
Eventually, Bella rounded the corner she gasped as she took in the sight of a large sprawling manor.
It was Grecian in style with large pillars, as was the lady that stood in the center of a fountain before the great stairs leading up to large red doors.
She had a scroll in her right hand clutching it to her ample breast. It drew her attention most unwillingly, the eyes empty and stone.
Bella's truck rolled to a complete stop and then she climbed out forcing herself to focus on getting up to the doors. So, she tore her gaze from the statue and headed up the long marble steps.
Once at the entrance she noticed how much she dwarfed in comparison to the sheer size of the doors.
Standing on her tippy toes to catch the door knockers, she reached and banged the door hard a few times then listened for any sign of life.
The door opened after few minutes and soon she was greeted by a man whom she took as the caretaker, Mr. Arosandro.
She gulped down a bit of nerves as he gestured her to enter as he stood to one side. Suddenly, she is gone immobile as if in fear.
She stood the gaping at him but as she saw his soft caring eyes, she moved past him in the doorway as if they were an invitation.
She tilted her face up and investigated his grave pale face. Mister Arosandro had black hair that was shoulder length.
He stood about 6'0' foot tall, with an average build that looked slender but well muscular defined. His white face expressionless, translucent like onion skins.
The eyes really had her staring, practically falling into the depths. A shade of ruby with an overlaying white milky film, she wondered if he could see well due to this.
Despite that, he had good looks and a flawless face that appeared to be that of a middle-aged man. Dressed in a dark suit and a red tie he looked practically gothic.
Laying on his chest was the same symbol on the gate, and it was gold with a drop of ruby in the center of the pendent.
Bella watched with caution as he reached for her hand. Her eyes drifted down upon his hand with an onyx gold ring that depicted the V as well.
Slowly, he caught her hand, his fingers gently caressed her palm that sent shivers up her body. Gently, he brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.
Bella gasped involuntary as she saw his eyes lifted to stare at her. Bella's heart skipped a beat suddenly and then thundered in her ears as she remained frozen.
She was now lost in his very clutches as he drew her toward him. She was speechless and frazzled beyond imagining.