Soldier of Satan - Part 13 - The Visitor

Stanleigh was just walking to the kitchen to get himself a snack when he heard the doorbell ring. Bailey stepped out of his study, saving Stanleigh from having to get the door. He waddled over to the huge door, a mug of hot tea in hand. "Who t'hell can that be?" he grumbled.

Stanleigh stopped dead in his tracks when Bailey asked, "You a girlfriend of Stan's?"

"I'm Katie Bryant and I'm his classmate. Is he home?" she questioned. Stanleigh discreetly peered around a corner to see her standing in the doorway, shaking like a leaf. She looked as if she'd been crying; her eyes were puffy and red. A twinge of sympathy overcame him, but he shook his head quickly, remembering how little pity she's had for him all these years.

"Stanleigh!" Bailey called out loudly. "Some girl's here for you!"

Reluctantly, he stepped out into the hallway, his eyes wide and confused. What on earth would she want from him anyway? His eyes swept up and down her trembling body quickly as he stood a good enough distance away from her. Bailey had stepped out of the way of the girl, narrowing his eyes evilly at his son. Stanleigh swallowed the golf-ball sized lump in his throat and stepped forward, knowing he couldn't shoo the girl away with his father nearby.

"Hello," he said softly. "Come in."

She appeared frightened at the prospect of being in the presence of powerful Bailey Kretsch. He stood off to the side, observing with mean eyes that could have easily burned her to a crisp if she said the wrong thing to his son.

"Come with me to my room," he whispered, grabbing her gently by the arm.

Katie was glad to get away from Bailey, for he gave her the heebie-jeebies. He was creepy loooking, certainly looking nothing like his handsome son. Reminding her somewhat of Gomez Addams, Bailey Kretsch was a scary sight to behold. To clear the memory of the way that man gazed at her from her mind, she concentrated on Stanleigh's beautiful features instead.

"Welcome to my lair," Stanleigh said wryly as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. He didn't even bother turning on the light; a small candle on what looked like an altar and a little lamp on his bedside table provided the only light in the room. Katie got the chills from being in his room. Everything was black or dark red. The floor underneath her feet was ebony carpet that felt like velvet. The walls were a dark burgundy, trimmed with gold. It was beautiful in a weird and creepy way. The young man's bed was a tall four-poster, black and red just like the rest of his room. He lied upon it, dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and twill pants. He wore only dark socks on his feet. How perfect the dark, pouty look on his handsome face blended with the background.

"What do you want?" Stanleigh snarled.

How was she to respond to a question asked in so cruel of a manner? Stanleigh's glare burned into her fiercely; she knew she couldn't make him any angrier than she already had.

"I...uh." She cleared her throat. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Why? I'm not a little kid to be pitied!" he snapped, folding his arms across his chest. He was now lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I don't pity you. I feel nothing but guilt when I look at you. All I can remember is the way I treated you in the past and it doesn't make me feel good. How would that look to someone with class? Horrible! I feel guilty and evil and all I want to do is make up for all I've done to you!" she cried out, tears actually running down her cheeks. They were still from the disaster party; she hadn't emptied herself completely of them. And Stanleigh's stinging remarks did nothing to salve her, even though she had thought he'd be more sensitive to her feelings.

Stanleigh furrowed his eyebrows. "So what do you want from me?" His voice was softer.

"Stanleigh! I just want you to forgive me!" Katie cried out loudly. She whirled around quickly.

She began walking to the door, ready to leave, when he called her back. She turned around slowly to see him sitting up, his face now set in a look of sorrow. His lips were turned down at the corners, his eyes looking ready to ooze tears of shame. When she stared at him, she realized how seductive he looked in the sea of black and burgundy. He was leaning on one bent arm, the other hand picking at a piece of string on his silky quilt. Oh, how badly she wanted him! One of the most beautiful men she's ever seen, she could have easily gotten rid of drunken James and went for him any day. She was tempted to go up to him and kiss him.

When Katie stared into the deep eyes of her once-enemy, she felt as if she were drowning.

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