Trinity was peacefully reading a book on her house's porch, the summer breeze blowing her black locks all around. It was a gorgeous summer afternoon it was warm but not too warm just perfect for sitting and enjoying the weather, Midnight came trotting up beside Trinity meowing.

"Hello Midnight." Trinity smiled at the cat setting down her book and picking up the meowing feline.

"Good day Trinity." The greeting startled Trinity, she let out a small gasp as Midnight clawed her way off Trinity's lap hissing. "My apologies Trinity I had no intent on scaring you."

"It is quite all right Hamilton, may I ask why you are here?" She asked getting off her wicker seat staring up at the tall young man his brown hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His green eyes bore into her grey ones.

"Am I not allowed to visit the woman I see fit to be my wife?" He asked.

Trinity gave him a cold glare. "Not if the woman you see fit does not want to be married!" She spat.

"But your mother sa-"

"My mother does not control who I marry, I do. Good bye Hamilton." She coldly said, turning away from him and walked into her house. She slammed the door behind her, and walked into her father's parlour.

Her father was sitting at his desk writing with his brown spotted quill. Trinity swiftly knocked on the door her father's snapped his head up.

"Oh Trinity I was just about to come and find you, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride around town?" Her father asked.

"I would love to father, will mother be joining us?" Trinity asked.

"No, unfortunately your mother has other duties to attend to." Marcus pointed out, trinity nodded. "I will go hook the horses up be ready in about an hour? We'll make it back home just as the sun sets it'll be beautiful." He smiled.

"Alright father." Trinity smiled back. She walked out of the parlour and up the stairs to her bedroom. She grabbed her red shawl and wrapped it around her arms and her maroon gown.

"Midnight!" She called for her cat, she looked in her room but couldn't find him.

Oh right she's outside! Trinity exclaimed.

She swiftly walked down the stairs running into her mother.

"Mother my apologies, I was just looking for Midnight." She said looking up at her mother.

"No worries darling, I saw Midnight frolicking in the meadow in the back." Evelyn smiled sweetly.

"Thank you mother." Trinity said picking up some of the petite-coat that hung over her hoop skirt and resumed walking down the stairs.

Trinity walked down the cream halls to the front door. She quickly ran out the door to the front porch. She ran around to the back of the house calling for her cat.

"Midnight! Come here Midnight!" She called out to her cat. She then felt something pawing at her dress she looked down to see her cat's yellow eyes starring up at her.

"There you are Midnight!" She cooed picking up her cat. "Come on we're going for a carriage ride!" Just as she was about to head back to the front of the house she heard a rustle in the nearby bushes and a low growl. Dismissing it as an animal she continued to walk to the front of the house.

Trinity walked around to the front of the house cradling the cat in her arms. She saw her father waiting by the carriage. Trinity walked up and admired the black carriage it was being drawn by two black stallions. She swiftly climbed into the back of the carriage holding Midnight. Her father grabbed the reins of the horses and climbed into the the driver's seat with one whip of the reins the horses began their trot.

It'd take an hour or so to get to town, so by the time they'd return it'd be dusk. She looked around at the trees, the leaves blurred in colours of yellow, red and orange. She loved living in the country so much space to roam and it was peaceful. She had an uneasy feeling, like something bad was going to happen. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

Nothing bad can happen in the country she thought contently.

"Do you like living in the country too Midnight?" She asked her cat, her cat's only response was a long meow, she scratched behind her cat's ear.

The ride to town was very pleasant she enjoyed spending time with her father. She hasn't spent this much time with him since she was very young. By the time they returned home the sun was setting on the horizon leaving a beautiful glow over the land.

Trinity climbed out of the carriage Midnight in her arms. Once out of the carriage Trinity bent down to put Midnight on the ground.

"Trinity go check on your mother, and prepare some tea for all of us." Her father said as he was bringing the horses back to their stables.

"Yes father." Trinity obediently replied. "Come along Midnight." She called to her cat, who trotted along beside her owner.

Trinity got to the front of the porch and noticed the wooden door slightly ajar.

Mother must have not shut the door properly she thought.

Trinity pushed the door open, the creaks of the door echoing through the seemingly empty house. Once her and Midnight were in she shut the door.

"Mother!" Trinity called. "Mother! Father would like for you to join us for tea!" Trinity's voice echoed as did her footsteps as she walked through the house. "Mother! Where are you!"

A sudden creaking of the front door scared Trinity as she let out a high pitched scream, scaring the daylights out of Midnight who ran away hissing.

"Trinity! It's only me, sorry for giving you such a fright darling." Her father's calming voice said,he came up next to his daughter.

"Quite alright father, just a bit edgy is all." She replied laughing. "I've been calling out for mother but I have not yet heard a reply."

"Maybe she is in the cellar, I'll go check you keep looking in the house." Marcus told his daughter, Trinity nodded and began looking for her mother again.

"Mother! Mother where are you!" Trinity yelled. She looked in the parlour a few of the books on the shelf were misplaced but nothing out of the ordinary Midnight usually found away on to the shelf and would occasionally knocked the books down.

She walked out of the parlour and into the living room, the room was dimly lit with a few lanterns. She found herself bumping into a few pieces of the clawed foot furniture.

Well mother is certainly not here she huffed.

She then trekked to the kitchen were a Midnight sat on the counter meowing, Trinity grabbed a nearby kettle filling it with water and set it on the stove. She walked back over to Midnight's meowing figure.

"You haven't seen mother have you Midnight?" She asked the cat, her cat just purred rubbing up against Trinity's outstretched hand. "I guess not." Trinity laughed.

She walked away from the cat who jumped off the counter and followed behind Trinity. She finally decided to walk up the stairs it was dark, extremely dark, but she's walked up and down the stairs so many times that she'd be okay without any light. She started walking up the stairs holding on to the railing.

She took one step and her hand hit something, sticky liquid covered the railing.

"Eww!" Trinity exclaimed horrified of the sticky liquid she quickly wiped it off on her dress. She resumed climbing up the stairs.

"Mother! Mother, father and I are very worried where are you?" Trinity cried, she was now terrified it wasn't like her mother to not respond back, she may have been sleeping but it was not like Evelyn to be asleep this early.

Going on the possibility that her mother may be sleeping she walked down the moonlit hall way all the way to her mother and father's room. She saw the wooden door slightly ajar she knocked on the door. No answer.

She took a hold of the door knob and was surprised to feel more sticky liquid. Curious on what it could be she lifted her now sticky hand to her nose and took a quick sniff, the liquid had a metallic smell to it.

No.. It couldn't be she thought.

Fear now coursed through Trinity's veins she quickly opened the door to her parent's lantern lit bedroom and almost threw up at the sight she saw.

There lying on the white cloths of the bed was her mother, her gown now scratched and ripped and her raven hair a mess. Trinity's breathing became ragged. She slowly walked closer to her mother's blood soaked the sheets that she laid on. She looked around the room her eyes settling on a giant pentagram painted in dripping crimson blood on the wall above the chestnut headboard.

My mother's blood Trinity began to cry.

"She-she can't be dead. "Trinity sobbed. "Nothing bad happens in the country."

She looked at her hand it was covered in blood and her dress had blood stains from were she wiped it off early. She walked over to get one last look at her mother's lifeless body for she knew she could never look at it after this, she walked over to her mother's side seeing the deep cut that had killed her dried blood flaking off the cut. Salty tears rapidly poured down her face.

As she stood next to her mother she noticed something was off blood poured from the corners of her mouth and eyes. That's when she saw it her mother's eyes had been gouged out leaving empty blood filled sockets.

Trinity looked in horror at what was bleeding from her mother's mouth two grey eyes looked at her, two bleeding eyeballs had been shoved into the mouth. She noticed that her mother's lip had also been taken off leaving behind a bloody outline.

Trinity couldn't believe it someone had brutally murdered her mother.

"Father!" Trinity screamed through the tears that kept pouring over her eyes. "Father!" She screamed a little louder.

She knew it was useless her father was in the cellar he can't hear her. She peered down at her mother's dead body. For some reason she just couldn't look away. Trinity saw a piece of parchment rolled up in her mothers folded arms.

She grabbed the piece of paper out of her Evelyn's hands and unrolled it. It seemed to be written in red ink.

To my dearest Trinity, I have been watching you for sometime now. You are a beauty, more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. The only thing standing in the way of me being with you was your mother for she has had the power to protect you from me. But now that she's gone we can be together forever.

Love,

Oliver.

It read at the end of the parchment she saw outline of someone lips, like someone had kissed it. A closer look at it she saw it wasn't an outline. It was actual lips...Her mother's own skinned lip. Blood still stained the lips that were sewn to the paper and the ink, it wasn't red ink it was blood.

Trinity quickly dropped the parchment, and threw up onto the hardwood floor unable to look at the grotesque scene in front of her anymore. That's when she let it out, a high pitched blood curdling scream, moments later she blacked out.