ALPHA HEIRESS

When I got off at the airport and saw the sign with my name on it in the hand of a man in black, I just waved. My heart felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest, but I kept my head up. The weather in the city was freezing, and not even the battered cloak that I wore over a black blouse with a drawing of a woman's hand giving a finger and completely torn black jeans helped me against the cold. I wondered if I was in Alaska since I had never even heard of that small town. I sighed.

"Anubis Hernandez?" The man asked, his listless face in contrast to his completely white skin and greenish eyes.

I shook my head in affirmation and he turned following me out of the airport in a silent warning that I had to follow him. Outside a Maserati Levante was waiting for us, the stranger opened the door for me to get in and followed to another car in the back. It was just me and the driver and I wondered what the fuck was going on! We stayed on the road for about thirty minutes and soon a huge house, which I swore was some kind of white house, appeared in front of us. It was completely walled and seemed to mark the end of the town. A large barred gate led to the entrance, it was wine-colored like the color of the big house. I closed my mouth because I knew I looked like a fool. We passed a huge green area in front of the house, with a greenhouse on one side and a maze on the other. The car stopped in front of the big house, and before I could think to open the door, a man opened it for me. I was too embarrassed to have any reaction.

So I just followed him up ten steps to the front door. I didn't remember that place, although I remembered almost nothing from my childhood. It was when we went through the front door that my jaw really dropped. Every room was covered with blood-red furniture, and the ice walls were the only thing clear in the house. I sighed, observing everything around me. A huge L-shaped sofa took up the living room, facing a huge movie theater-style TV that looked as if it had never been turned on. On the wall there were pictures of the family, and I approached them to look at them, and there he was... Dominique, or better, Dom - as my mother called him. My father. He was impeccably handsome, as he always was in my memory, with a charismatic smile and the twinkle in his eye of a young man, as he always appeared to be. He didn't seem to age, he used to tell me that he was immortal and so nothing would ever take him away from me, I believed. Until life showed me there are no such things as tales of life and people lie. I swallowed the urge to cry, in the worst ways I learned not to show weakness.

When I turned around, such was my shock to find a man in front of me, he was very young, white as paper, blond and blue-eyed, did everyone in that town have the same face?

I wondered how he had gotten there so quietly.

"You almost scared me to death!" I said, running a hand over my forehead and sighing.

"I apologize, dear. I am butler Velch. And it will be my pleasure to serve you." He said watching me.

"Aren't you too young for a butler?" The question slipped from my lips, making me shake my head and mentally curse myself. "Sorry, it's just that usually butlers are cute, pudgy old men."

He smiled. As if he agreed and found it ironic at the same time.

"Yes, that's true. But I'm quite experienced and age in this family is just a detail. Mrs. Hernandez needed to travel and has asked that I serve her breakfast and introduce her to the house and her room so she can rest. I know it was four long days of connecting and arriving."