My Mansion — My Mystery — My Madam
I will Love You, Now and Forever!
Victor’s Family had been very well off for longer than he could ever know. Was it from the Treasures collected by the Spanish Fleets of 1715 and 1733? Maybe a perfectly timed withdrawal from the European Stock Markets in 1872, allowing his Family’s wealth to be shielded from the 1873 crash?
It was impossible to tell after the largest collection of his Family’s records went up in flames . . . along with most of Victor’s history in 1911. They had many of them stored in a warehouse that was too close to the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in Greenwich Village.
One thing that he knew for sure was his Father’s Apple Stock purchases in 1980 were the smartest and most profit creating decision ever! Victor’s financial family fortune survived the centuries and continued to grow under watchful eyes. What didn’t stay under watchful eyes was many of their properties whose deeds became ashes during the fire. They all just became faded mysteries over time.
The most interesting of those mysteries, was an old European Mansion built early in the 19th Century. Until a letter came from the realtor informing him of an interested buyer, Victor had no idea it even existed. At first, he was just going to sign off on it and let it sell. That was until he learned it had been boarded up since 1906.
After a very long call with the realtor, he found out that amazingly, none of the boards, doors or windows had been open or broken into after all of these years. With hopes of learning more about his family’s past, Victor took the next flight available to visit the mansion he never knew . . .
Sandra met him at the airport and personally drove Victor to the mansion. It was in such an obscure and out of the way area; he finally understood how it survived all these years untouched. No vandals or people looking for a free place to stay tearing down boards or breaking any windows. It was the oddest of things.
More than anything, he was about to be opening the largest time capsule ever with every item inside belonging to his family and his history. Sandra really wanted to stay and help, as the last of his luggage was unloaded onto the porch.
“Thank you so much Sandra, but I’ll call you if I need your help.” Pointing to his satellite phone.
He didn’t have a key. As sad as it was, after 116 years of avoiding being broken into, Victor was forced to break into his mystery mansion. He would just need to contact a locksmith later to replace the broken lock.
It wasn’t like it was pressurized, when he pushed the door open. It was just the massive amount of dust combined with the swirl of fresh air entering before him, which kicked up the intense cloud initially blocking his way into the darkness of the massive foyer . . .
He could have dug out his flashlight, but chose instead to just tear down before they fell down, curtains from the six overly tall foyer windows. Forgetting about the excessive dust waiting to attack, the falling curtains created such a dust storm Victor had no choice but to run out the door and wait for it to clear!
As the cloud chased him, he turned to view once again, in awe, the vision before him. 1906 — Wow! . . . Not as old as the places Indiana Jones would venture . . . but still had to be full of the most amazing of artifacts just waiting for him to discover.
After a huge coughing fit, and his attempts to clear his lungs by downing two bottles of water, Victor was finally ready for re-entry into the mystery of his past. The marble floor of the foyer was still covered in dust. Just not the same dust in the exact same spots as when he first came in.
It wasn’t until he finally looked up from the floor that the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen entered his vision and forever imprinted itself on his mind. How she got in here with every door and window boarded closed, just didn’t matter at the moment.
He wanted to be a gentleman and greeted her with, “Hello Madam.”
She didn’t reply. She didn’t turn. She didn’t budge from her position on the last few steps of the main staircase. Maybe she just didn’t hear him.
So Victor tried again, “Please excuse me. I’m very sorry for any intrusion. My name is Victor and I’m the rightful owner of this mansion. May I help you with something?”
Again, still no response and again, no movement. Realizing she was covered in cobwebs and dust, the only answer was that she had to to be one of the most realistic looking wax figures he could ever remember seeing. Except no one possessed this level of skill in the way of wax figures in 1906.
Moving closer and closer, everything about her was perfect.
“How can this be?” asked Victor of no one.
Finally within arms reach, he could only stare into her open eyes in wonder. Her skin was so smooth and realistic. He couldn’t even see the holes normally caused by the process of planting hair into the wax.
Pulling away the webs carefully, he slowly cleared her beauty of any distractions. Victor couldn’t be more amazed by the layer of gloss painted over her lips to simulate them still being wet. After all of these years . . . they still looked wet.
Unable to stop himself, he allowed just one fingertip to slide across her lower lip. Quickly he pulled away in shock and bumped her arm. She teetered a little as her brooch fell off and popped open on the floor.
That wasn’t clear gloss paint, her lips were actually wet! Not only were they wet, but also still soft and pliable to his touch. Letting his fingertip lightly touch his tongue . . . he could taste her salt.
Victor missed reaching for the rail, falling hard on his ass on the staircase. Had he also been as old as his mansion, he may have responded with, “What manner of witchcraft is this?”
But being from the 21st Century, he went with, “What the fuck?”
Still confused and not thinking straight, he grabbed at her outreaching hand to help himself up. Her hand was also soft, still pliable, along with her whole arm that moved as he pulled. Victor stopped as soon as he realized she wasn’t there to help him.
A closer look at her stance and the position of her dress told a story of how fast she must have been moving down the stairs at the moment her mobility was stolen away. Sadly stolen from her at such a young and beautiful age.
Picking up her fallen and open brooch, Victor hoped for an answer . . . for any clue to who she was and what had happened to her? Both sides were empty and it had no engravings to be read. Ever so carefully, he returned it to its proper place just inches below her neck.
Looking again at her right arm, he saw his attempt at getting a hand up, had put it into a new position, without causing it to break or crack. Carefully and politely, he gently grabbed her wrist to move it further into yet to be seen positions.
“Please excuse me for any unwarranted physical contact Madam.”
It was at this moment, that Victor noticed something else that added to the mystery. Her arm was warm to the touch.
“It must be the sun . . . it’s just gotta be the sunlight coming in the windows.”
Testing his theory, Victor allowed the back of his fingers to lightly graze her right cheek, which was still experiencing the shadow of darkness.
“Oh My God! She’s still warm everywhere.”
Even more carefully, Victor moved to rest his ear upon her chest as he took in one last breath before quieting his own nervous breathing. She smelt of a very unique perfume he struggled hard to place. He’d smelt it before, but can’t remember when or where?
His job involved his ability to smell and recognize a never-ending collection of perfumes, so having his olfactory system fail him at this moment was the second most unexpected thing to happen to him today . . .
What was the most unexpected thing? Hearing the ever so quiet and extremely slow heartbeat inside her still supple chest. Victor had to learn more. He needed to know more about this goddess before him.
He could tell she was running for the door, so he knew where she was going. Her obvious goal was to get outside . . . to escape. Victor needed to know exactly what she was escaping from?
Victor had to go upstairs into the darker halls and chambers to find an answer. Returning from the porch, this time with his flashlight, he shone it into her face to see absolutely zero dilation of her . . .
“Oh God!”
Although slow, her pupils dilated from the bright light and Victor’s ass once again hit the marble steps, even harder!
Victor questioned the horror she was living … that she didn’t age and couldn’t move. Alone in the darkness unable to see, hear or talk to anyone for 116 years!
The sadness of these thoughts overwhelmed Victor and he sobbed uncontrollably for this complete stranger before him. This became a mission that he refused to fail. Up the stairs and room after room he searched, only to find more darkness, cobwebs and dust. He was careful now to slowly pull the curtains aside, avoiding any more dust storms or coughing fits.
Finally he made it to what had to be the Master Suite. He had no idea what size bed it was, because it’s way bigger than a king. As he pushed these curtains aside, a beam of light shone on an envelope leaning against a candle on the nightstand. On the front, the words, “To My Love” were written in cursive.
Hands shaking, Victor slowly removed the fragile parchment from the envelope that fell away on its own. His hands were trembling so hard he couldn’t fully focus on the words. Sitting on the bed, he did his best to relax with long slow breaths . . .
My Dearest Love,
You have graced me with the honor of your Love, your Home and have accepted me into your Life. I’m forever grateful to you for this and will never forget all you have done for me.
But sadly, after years of trying, you’ve yet to give me the one thing I wish for more than anything. The gift of Motherhood. To carry a baby within me. To birth and raise a child who will continue my Legacy long after I’m gone.
Without this, I am incomplete, hollow, empty of purpose, with no reason to continue. I am not about to cause my own early death. That is not an option I willingly accept. Therefore, although it breaks my heart, I must leave.
I must find a Man who’s capable of fulfilling my life-long wish to procreate another Life, to care for, to Cherish, to Love. Until that happens, I will forever exist only within a living hell.
I will Love You, Now and Forever ~ Victoria
Victor’s tears and sadness for Victoria were unbearable. Slowly he descended the stairs and stood before her. He wanted to ask her permission to be the man to grant her wish, but he didn’t know how.
Still crying, he held her teardrop covered letter before her and pointed to the last paragraph. He waited shaking, wishing, praying for permission to be her savior. His arms grew tired waiting as the shadows on her face moved with the sun, and hours elapsed.
As the shadow below her right eye faded, the sunlight glistened off a single tear moving down her cheek! Victor hugged her hard, sobbed into her shoulder where he could feel her heart beating just the slightest bit faster.
As cautiously as possible, he positioned her body so he could safely carry her up to the massive bed of the master suite. He treated her as if she was the most fragile of china dolls anyone had ever had the extreme honor of holding.
It was the quietest love making session you could imagine . . . while also the most beautiful. Some people cry before sex, some after and some during. Victor did all three. Randomly his tears landed perfectly centered upon her lips to slowly drip inside her closed mouth. Victoria was given her chance to taste his salt as he had hers.
Three times throughout the night, Victor returned to planting his seeds; to make Victoria’s wish come true. Between his gentle lovemaking and endless tears of sadness for her 116 years of loneliness, he would spoon, comfort and tell her stories of what the world had become.
He hid the stories of war, murder, crime and horror and only shared the good things in the world with her, as she lay there lifeless beside him. She already had too much sadness in her life to be burdened with any of the bullshit the world of today had to offer.
Being physically, mentally and emotionally spent, Victor slept in with Victoria. Seeing the sun, he decided he needed to take her onto the veranda before the sunrise crested.
Once again, he carefully moved her into position to be safely carried down the grand staircase and outside the house.
They say a woman can know the moment life is beginning inside of her womb. Somehow Victor could feel he had granted her wish.
As the two of them breached the barrier surrounding the mansion, Victoria was gone from his arms.
He gasped when finally he recognized her perfume as “Jasmin de Corse,” his Great Grandmother’s favorite!
A second afterwards the familiar sound of her brooch hitting the floor was all that was left. It had popped open, exposing the engraving within.
I will Love You, Now and Forever ~ Victor
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