Tyler's POV:

(9:15 PM)

It's already evening, and I'm still waiting for Sylvia to finish preparing herself for the party. The luminous ray of the moon reflects among the quiet field from outside, serving as the brightness for the eerie dusk. The cold wind flew around the tall trees, crickets emitting their familiar noises as the chilling breeze continues to howl. Strange thing is that, I felt creeped out just by staring at the dark road from the window here. Even if I know there's nothing to be afraid of, I couldn't help myself from exposing my uneasiness.

It is only me and Sylvia that are left alone in this house. Mom, Dad, and the twins went ahead. It's a good thing dad left the van. He told me to use it to drive my sister and I to the Winston mansion. Thankfully, I finally got my license 3 months prior, so me pumping up the gas solely isn't a problem now.

"Hey Tyler?"

Hearing that familiar voice, I shattered my gaze from the window and turn myself around. A huge, bright grin formed across my lips as I stare at my younger sister in awe.

"You look really damn beautiful." I complimented Sylvia as she took careful steps down the carpeted stairs.

Sylvia is wearing a light cream-colored cocktail dress that reaches around her knees. She has some slight makeup on her face. Her beauty is enhanced by the pink rose pin that is pinned onto her smooth blond hair. To further compliment the dress, she is wearing a pair of short, white heels. A dangling gold bracelet with a ruby stone in the middle part is wrapped around her right wrist. A silver necklace with a shiny, white pearl pendant glimmers within her, blending the fairness of her outfit and her overall appearance.

With my smile that fully exposes my set of shiny white teeth, I couldn't help but think about my sister resembling that of an angel. And when I say an angel, I mean it without flattery.

"You look good with that black tux."

I was taken by surprise when she spoke again with a slightly longer sentence. To be honest, I rarely hear her speak at all. The last time I hear her talk was 7 weeks ago. Usually, she only answers with a nod, a smile, a shrug and so on. Sylvia is more responsive in body language. I recognize her as one of the shy and quiet-type of person that one would know. She only talks when it's necessary or if she is in the right mood. I know it sounds childish, but her speaking is like a big deal for me all the time. I mean, little sister has a nice voice. How could she waste such precious vocals by doing the silent-like treatment? Yeah, what a weird brother I am.

"Thanks." I sheepishly replied while scratching the back of my neck, letting out a shy chuckle.

As a gentleman, I took a bow in front of my sister before taking her soft hand gently. With a goofy test in british accent, I spoke, "shall we go to the reception, M'lady?"

I smiled to the ever so lovely complexion of my sister as she laughs at my ridiculous action.

"That's why I love you so much as my idiotic brother." She states with a genuine grin, hugging me tightly as a bear.

"Still, I'm hot." I retorted, winking before flashing a sexy smirk across my lips.

"Please airhead, I'm way more attractive with them heels on." She boasted, arching a foot up, exposing the white heeled shoe she is referring to.

We both took a step outside and went to dad's car, laughing non-stop.

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Sylvia's POV:

Quietly gazing by the car window, I let out a calm breath. Never had the expectation for this quiet road to look this spooky. The minor fog and the fact that no cars are passing by this road makes my body shudder with unease. The short road trip just went on with full silence, minus the constant humming Tyler makes along the way; that is until we found a large fancy gate blocking our path did the car felt all deaf-like. Two men dressed in full security outfits opened the gate for us, and so Tyler proceeds to step the gas on. We took a left turn where we started driving on a gravel path, coming to a halt after 10 minutes.

I was left amazed as soon as when the car stops right in front of a large fountain. Behind the fountain is the mansion itself. The Winston's house looks big yet, beautiful at the same time. My heart beats faster than a drum due to excitement. I never seen a house as gigantic as this before!

"Shall we go?"

My moment of daydreaming was cut short to my brother's voice. He already got out of the car and was just waiting by my door. I gladly accepted his hand, him pulling me out of the car so smoothly.

"You ready to party little sister?" Tyler's husky voice flowed beside my right ear as we both made our way inside the glamorous house.

With a chuckle, I replied back with a humor. "As long as you're not gonna swing up into a party animal, then yes."

I must say, even the inside of this mansion screams royalty. Golden lights illuminated the beauty of the main lobby. A grand staircase is right in front of us—beside it is a sign that'll lead us to our destination. The two of us took steps up the red carpeted stairs, our feet in-sync each step we take.

"Holy shit," Tyler uttered in awe, his eyes gazing upon the beauty of the mansion, "could this house can any be more gigantic?"

"Dunno about you brother," I said, "but I'll be flying to heaven within seconds if I ever own a mansion like this one."

As we made our way to the second floor of the mansion, we casually stride along a hallway filled with fancy-looking plants and vases, along with portraits of the Winston couple hung up on the royal walls and pillars like they are some sort of medieval artworks.

We had found a pair of silver doors with a figure of a lion from both pairs After we've reached the end of the glamorous hallway; beside the door is a sign that indicates "ballroom." We both entered. Making our first step inside, we were both left in awe to what our eyes has caught. People with fancy suits and dresses are scattered around the wide ballroom as the luminous shine of gigantic chandeliers reflects the whole area. Round tables covered in heavenly white sheets topped with glimmering tableware are seen glimmering. Hushed chatters and laughter were heard too. If I were to be asked, the royal ambiance this spacious room has had left me speechless and mesmerized at the same time.

My brother and I both looked at each other, exchanging smiles before descending down a couple of stairs

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Mom and dad were having a good time with the Winston couple. They can't stop making conversations to one another. Holly and Molly were sitting at one of the tables, eating the dishes they serve here while sharing a couple of giggles to each other. As for me, I am sitting at another table located at a corner; doing nothing but silently observe the people around me. Some were gathered around the dance floor, dancing with pure grace to the melodic tune of violins being played by a couple of musicians at a corner.

I might've been zoning out already 'cause I didn't realize at first that Tyler was already standing in front of me. He snapped his finger right at the direction of my face, the reason why I flinched a little.

"You look dull right now." He commented, giving me a concern look. With a sigh, I shrugged as an answer, my eyes furrowed once Tyler started lending his hand in front of me.

"Care to have a dance?" He asked while giving me a smirk, making me grin a bit in return.

I must say, not only Tyler looks amazing, but his personality is that of a true gentleman. I rarely see people like him with pure kindness. After all, some people nowadays much prefer to hide behind a mask to conceal their true nature. Shitty generation indeed.

With a smile and a nod of my head, I mouthed the word 'Yes.' I accepted his offering hand and went to the dance floor. His hand felt soft as a ball of cotton, its warmth crawling into my own hand like a slithering snake. As the two of us adjusted in our place, I heard a slow song playing, signalling me that another dance is about to start.

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??? POV:

I secretly went to the mansion's garden. This is where I will start my darkest plan. It's just a simple task. I'll just have to turn the power off around the mansion by turning the generator off, which is located by the garden if I am not mistaken. Then I'll sneak around the ball room and start throwing stuffs around, heeding Sylvia a warning that the horror shall begin. It'll be just a piece of cake. No one will see me. My first step is just to give my dearest sister—Sylvia, a fair warning.

As I turn to the left, I froze, not really expecting to see one of the Winston's butler with his back towards me. He's just watering the plants as he happily hums a tune. I can't let him see me, my plan will be ruined if that happens.

Well, I supposed I am left with no other choice but to dispose him off. I have to take out the trash first.

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Sylvia's POV:

Tyler and I are still at the dance floor. We were happily following the prosperous tune of the song each step we make, like two doves peacefully floating around a calm lake. No wonder why he's good at dancing. The rythm of the song itself seems to be following him instead!

"A thousand years huh? Typical cliché love song." His husky voice muttered its way to my ears.

I look up, giving him a cold frown.

"What?" He innocently asks as if he didn't done anything at all, his mouth also releasing a small chuckle.

"You're being an asshole," I retort back, "at least Christina Perri's born with an amazing voice. Nothing's cliché with her song though. It's cool if you ask me."

"I'm just joking Sylvia jeez," he claimed with a laugh, "No wonder you're a huge fan of hers." He snorted with a grin.

The next song was about to turn on when the unexpected thing occured.

The lights went out, plunging the whole place into total darkness. I heard some guests screaming their lungs out in terror. My heart starts to pound like a beast that desperately wants to get out of its cage. My breath stiffened due to anxiety. All just went good until this happened. What is going on?

"Wh-what's happening?" I demand, panickly looking around the dark area, hoping to see something.

"Don't know," amidst the torturous blend of noises, I still managed to comprehend what Tyler is saying, "Just don't let go of my hand!" He commanded while seemingly gazing around the darkened place also.

Just then, I heard the sound of glass and plates being smashed, followed by echoed clang of stainless food trays. The screams of the guests grew louder in an ear-shattering screech.

I can't take the noises anymore. I covered my ears in a hurry and closed my eyes tight. The combination of these horrific sounds were crawling into my brain. It's too unbearable.

After what felt like a decade, the noises finally froze in a halt. I slowly opened my eyes, which is a big mistake that I have made.

The guest starts screaming again. I saw my whole surrounding.  The ballroom is like another version of hell. Tables and chairs were turned over like they were swooped by a tornado. A lot of glass shards were scattered all over the floor, some large windows suffering from broken panes. Blood was also splattered on the shiny, white tiles like paint.

why is there blood? Could somebody have been-

No. It can't be. That wouldn't happen.

"AAAHH!"

I tilt my head to the owner of the scream. It was a woman. She's crawling away from a plain, red door desperately. A couple of guests helped her stand up to her feet. Others comforted her. It left my hair standing up from their ends, for the woman's shrills are filled with hysteria and terror in it. She's hysterically screaming incomprehensible sentences, constantly pointing a finger to the red door.

I noticed the door forming a pool of crimson substance underneath it. For an odd reason, I can smell the foul stench of metal. I knew it was blood, but a question marked inside my mind:

Why and whose blood is behind that door?

Curiosity got me better, and so I slowly approached the door. My heart starts to beat in a fast pace once again. This is the first time I experienced this kind of fear before. It was in a different level—a VERY different level of dread. Every step I take, every movement I make for the door, my breathing gets faster. I felt like the closer I get, the closer terror is about to surprise me.

For a second, I did not realize that I've already got hold of the golden handle. I twisted the knob slowly with sweaty palms. This kind of situation that I am in right now reminded me from tons of horror movie scenes. It was mind-crushing. I was beyond scared of what might surprise me from the other side of the door.

I pulled the handle open with force, thus earning me a sense of regret upon doing so.

"Get away from him!"

I heard a man yelled from behind. I froze, letting myself get held by a bloody man by the wrists tightly. His eyes were wide, clearly readable that it is full of trepidity. He got stab wounds all around his body. He was drenched in fresh, crimson blood. Base on what he is wearing, this is one of the Winston's butler.

"P-please."

I carefully layed him onto the floor, my eyes are fixated to his. The butler's breathing is getting uneven. He's losing too much blood. I hate to say this, but there's a large possibility that he might not make it.

"Call an ambulance!" I shouted in despair. Some guests were pulling out their phone and started dialling 911.

My gaze was focused back to the man. He's getting weak, more blood keeps seeping out of his wounds. I tried to clog the bleeding with my hands, but it was useless.

"Please... b-be careful..." with all of his strength, the man stuttered.

With a quivering voice, I  continuously asked, "f-from what? Who did this to you?"

"Th-the devil's daughter."

His answer has left me dumbfounded, but at the same time, it left me uncomfortable in my position. My mind started making questions about this dying man's response. Who is he trying to point at? Who did this to him? Where did the culprit go?

"L-looks can fool you..."

With a last escape of air from his mouth, the man peacefully drifts to a never-ending sleep, his eyes dead-wide open with agony as his body stiffened like a stone.

He's dead...