"This is her House?! It's Huge!"

Ben was right. The house - the Mansion was enormous. It was made up of three sections, one middle section, and two side ones. The middle section was four stories tall with a massive porch, huge windows on every floor and a balcony jutting out from the top floor with beautiful french doors and a planter spilling foliage over its edges. The side sections were two stories each and both were at least 100 feet wide. On the ground floor; the one on the left had three garage doors spread out evenly and the other on the right had big windows at even intervals all the way along it.  The second floor had windows and balconies at odd intervals on both sides. The entire structure was made of smooth, white stone with light blue roof and accents. The front doors were big oak ones with stained glass windows and gold door knobs.

The garden was equally impressive. Everywhere I looked there were flowers. All different colours and varieties of them, spilling all over each other and creating beautiful rainbows and patterns in the grass. The trees and other plants were all covered in flowers too. It was just flowers everywhere. Here, nature reigned supreme. 

"This is amazing. I drive past this place on my way to work all the time and I thought it was big before! You really can't see much of it from the road. It's blocked by the wall and all this foliage." said mum gesturing to all the plants around us.

Ben stopped the car and let me and mum out before turning and driving away.

We walked up the three stairs to the porch and rang the doorbell. Not three seconds had passed before a man wearing a full three-piece suit and glasses with mossy brown hair slicked back from his face opened the door. his smile faltered slightly upon seeing us and at first, I couldn't figure out why until I realised mum was still in uniform.

"Hello, officer. How may I help you?" He asked in a British accent.

"Hm? Oh, no. I'm Emily Grey. I'm Travis' mother." replies mum becoming a little flustered. I haven't seen her flustered for ages.

"Oh! Yes, Miss Volkov told us you were coming. Come in, come in! I'll inform Mr Volkov of your arrival." he says stepping aside to let us in.

"Actually would you mind pointing me in the direction of your toilet." asks mum as she looks around at the beautiful room we just stepped into. 

It almost feels as if we've stepped back in time. Everything is done in very Victorian style decoration with dark wood contrasting the pale cream walls and intricately detailed Persian rugs. Directly ahead is a large staircase leading to the second level with carved panelling on the sides. The walls are decorated with pictures and paintings and several vases sit on tables overflowing with yet more flowers. The overall effect was of cosiness and welcoming.

"Of course. Please follow me." Replied the man who opened the door.

"What should I do?" I ask.

"Personally I think you should leave, but sis wants you here and the queen must be obeyed." someone sighed dramatically, their voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

I turn towards the voice to see a guy standing at the top of the stairs. He had platinum blond hair that was sticking out at odd angles, making him look like he just got out of bed. His eyes were strange, one was blue and the other green and he were looking at me like I was something unpleasant he just scraped off his shoe. He looked to be about my age but I got the feeling he was a little older. As he came closer I noticed a scar on his upper lip and that his nose was a little crooked, like it had been broken and hadn't healed properly. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he stopped and looked me up and down before smirking and standing there nonchalantly.

Who's this asshole?

Not knowing what to do or how to respond I look over to where mum and the man with the Brittish accent were standing a moment ago. The only problem, they weren't there anymore. It was just me and the guy. Well shit.

"Hey there, I'm James . . ."

"Travis' younger brother. Laiela told us." he interrupts harshly.

"Oh, right. . ." I reply awkwardly. He's really not making this easy.

As we stand there in silence it suddenly becomes something more than just awkward. I don't know exactly when it happened or why I thought this but I started feeling that this was significant. That if I looked away I would have lost somehow. I noticed that the longer it went on, the more irritated the other guy became, gritting his jaw and scrunching up his forehead like he was straining to stay looking me in the eye. I also noticed something strange about myself, the longer he went without looking away, the angrier I became. I started feeling hot like I do before one of my fevers and was getting worried that I might pass out when suddenly a strange feeling passed over me. My strength which had been slowly seeping away suddenly returned. I felt strong and powerful like I could do anything like I could make him do anything. I straightened up to my full height and willed the guy to lower his gaze. At first, nothing happened but then I felt his resistance give out and he lowered his eyes.

What the hell just happened?

The guy suddenly lets out a growl of rage and frustration and lunged at me faster than should have been possible. Before I knew it I was pinned to the ground with the guy looming above me.

"How did you do that?! You dare oppose my authority filthy human!?!" he growls, literally growls. His words are slightly muffled and it's like he's having trouble forming human words.

He acts like he's not human. Laiela did say she wasn't human. Guess she wasn't kidding. Oh God . . .

That train of thought is stopped dead as the guy is suddenly being pulled off of me.

"Joel! Enough!" commands a deep male voice.

I sit up to see the guy that attacked me being ushered up the stairs by someone who looks like the bigger, older version of him. They have the same platinum blond hair, though this guys' is shorter and cleaner cut. Their bone structure is the same and they have the same air about them of barely contained power. The one major difference apart from their age is that this guy's eyes are the same colour, both blue with dark rings around the outside of his irises. 

"We do not attack guests! Go cool down somewhere else until you can get your head on straight!" 

"But Dillan he challenged me! A filthy human!" 

"Joel! We do not speak like that!"

"But . . ."

"No but's! Upstairs!"

He then shoved the guy who attacked me the rest of the way up the stairs before coming back down and offering me a hand. I didn't take it and instead stood up by myself, brushing imaginary dirt off my trousers.

Looking slightly perturbed he lowers his hand.

"What's his problem?" I asked gesturing towards the stairs.

"Sorry about that. Joel just doesn't like outsiders. He's been on edge lately because he been stuck inside for too long." The man explains.

"Right well sorry, I ticked him off. Seems like it was just a matter of time before he went off and I just stepped right in the line of fire." I reply dryly.

The man gives me a sideways glance before clearing his throat.

"What did you do anyway to piss him off so much? I haven't seen him that angry in years."

"I . . ." What did I do?

You challenged his dominance . . . and won.