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Demon Doll	By : ItsMyWorld66 Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hope
- 2-New Home
- 3-Broken
- 4-Exploring
- 5-Unworthy
- 6-Dolls
- 7-Attic
- 3
- 4
- 5
Yay the next chapter, I actually had to cut this one up because I didn't like it so it took me a bit! Hope you like it!

Exploring

'...But at night when the house is dark and you're all alone.....there's a noise upstairs.

At the top of the stairs...there's a door and you take a deep breath and try it...'

Since we came in the morning I decided to do a little clean up around the house before going up to my room, or finding it at least since she said I could have anyone of them. I had also decided to call Miss. Nancy Grandma since she always wanted grandchildren, she was more then happy at the news and I feel kind of odd calling her Miss. Nancy all the time. So here I was crouched down with a wet towel on the floor, running across it to gather the dirt and dust along the line. It took until the afternoon to get the downstairs all cleaned up, and until evening to get all the bathrooms and kitchen fixed. After dinner, grilled chicken with steamed veggies and rice with my plate added red bean paste and sugar, I headed upstairs with my suitcase to find a room I liked. There were so many rooms to pick from, though most of them were already taken up by big hairy spiders or droves of moths. I did find one though that was rather large and seemed to have almost no dust or cobwebs, I thought that was a little strange but I figured it was because of the heavy drapes. As I walked in it felt like the temperature had dropped faster then stale dry biscuits, if I could see I knew that my breath would be frosting in the air.

I settled in there and found the large Redwood dresser didn't have moths either, but it was hard to see anyway because the light switch was broken and the curtains closed. I wasn't one to wander around in the dark so after tumbling over my feet every couple of inches and what I assumed was a trunk I finally got a hold of one of the curtains, pulling hard I drew it across the bars with a screech and let in the fading sunlight. The room was so much more beautiful then I thought, and walking into the middle of the room I took it all in. Starting from the floor it was smooth hardwood the color of butterscotch, smooth and without a blemish. There was what I guessed was a Cherry wood desk and chair in a corner and a large trunk of the same kind at the foot of the bed. The walls instead of wall paper were covered by what looked like long drapes of fine Emerald silk starting from the edges of the ceiling and cascading down to barely touch the floor, they were so beautiful and soft. The dresser that I had found was made of oak that had designs carved into it, double doors with dragons curling upwards back to back as handles. And the bed...

The bed was breathtaking, I couldn't believe I would sleep on that. It was covered in black satin sheets and comforters looking like it had just been made and pressed, it rose up about 3 1/2 feet from the ground. It had a four poster canopy covered by the same thickness that the curtains had though a dark forest green like newly wet grass, so dark you wouldn't be able to see in or out through them yet somehow they couldn't be mistaken for black no matter how you looked at them. I crawled up on the bed and sank into its thick mattress, shivering as the sheets slid over my skin like liquid. It was amazing and I almost fell asleep right there, it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud. But I had more to do so reluctantly I slid off, though the thought of tonight would be wonderful. I normally wasn't one for black and green like this room as I was more of a blues and pinks girl, but there were always exceptions. I had to do something about the temperature though, it was so cold that I was shivering. How it could be this cold when it was mid July I have no idea, the rest of the house didn't have this problem. Grandma told me that only she had ever lived in this house, but why did it feel like someone else used to live in this room too?

Shaking that off I put my things away and had the urge to explore for a while, grinning at the thought of finding hidden treasures I hopped down the stairs to find Grandma. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner and smiled up at me, tilting her head slightly.

"Did you find a room?"

I nodded and described the room I picked and noticed she got a far away look in her eye before shaking it off, her smile coming back.

"The key to that room is hanging by the front door along with the front door one, you'll know which ones they are. What are you planning at the moment Orihime, I can see your imagination biting at the bit."

I giggled and nodded, bouncing on my heels.

"Yes I want to go exploring, is there any place I should start with?"

She tapped her spoon on the side of the pot as she thought about it, yummy beef stew and sweet bread.

"You know some bananas, cantaloupe, and mayonnaise would go great in that!"

"Add it to your own sweetie, and I would go up and try the attic. An old woman I used to know asked me to store her doll collection up there after a fire, sadly she died for some reason and they've been sitting up there ever since. You can have them if you would like, oh but I'm not sure but I couldn't open the door last time. I'm not sure if it's locked or if this old woman just can't open a stuck door, either way it should be fun. Dinner will be ready in an hour, if you like I can set out your...additives for you."

Grandma shuddered at the thought of what I put in my food, saying she liked my ' quirks '.

I bounded out into the hall to get my keys, finding the front door on a hook and a box of keys on the table. Digging through them I tried to figure out which one it was, then I found one that was different. It was an almost black brass key and had strange designs on it, an emerald ribbon was woven through one of the holes to make a kind of tie. The more I stared at it the more one idea kept popping into my head, especially when the key didn't get any warmer in my palm.

"Grandma, did Dracula ever live in my room?"

"No sweety, but I got some Count Chocula in the cupboard if you really want him."

Well there goes that, oh well. Pocketing the keys I headed upstairs while skipping every other step, almost out of breath when I reached the door that lead to more stairs up to the attic. The thought of old dolls of porcelain made me giddy as I ascended the stairs, each step creaking slightly like the rest of the house. Taking the doorknob in hand I was shocked that it too was ice cold, just like the room. But it didn't deter me as I gripped it and turned it...well tried to turn it. The doorknob would only go so far and I knew that it wasn't going all the way, so giggling it I realized that it was locked. Pouting I looked at the work on the door and realized that it wasn't some thin paper door like apartments have on their bathrooms, it was the kind you'd find at the front door. Curious but still this was a problem, there was no way I was getting in that room without a key. Sighing sadly I headed down the stairs and peeked my head into the kitchen, my mind working.

"Hey Grandma the door is locked, do you know where the key could be?"

Looking up she shook her head and continued to cook, humming happily.

"No that door didn't actually have a key of its own, I always used the old Skeleton Key to open it. Now that I think about it there were two keys, but I have no idea where they went. If you want I suppose you could got on a treasure hunt for the two keys, they open every door and cupboard in this old house. Though I think the last time I saw one of them was outside, a little bird had it."

Every door and cupboard, the thought of just that made my heart race! I was speeding down the hall and sliding out the door within seconds, nearly tripping down the porch stairs in my haste.

A treasure hunt to find two missing keys is it, well detective Orihime private eye is on the case! Now to start with clues, the first ones given to me by Grandma. A bird had the key last so that means that it was shiny, the second that it must still be outside! Wishing I had a magnifying glass I found a long thin stick that I could use for poking, this should help me out a bit. I started with the front yard and began to look for birds nests first by looking up at the branches and around the eves of the roof that I could see, man this was a lot harder then I thought! Okay Orihime think think now, I stood there and tapped my lip as I thought of what a good detective would think of. Okay the clue was a bird so what kind of birds liked shiny things...I know a crow! But then didn't crows live in...

I gulped as I turned towards the Graveyard, my steps slow and shaky. No a good detective wouldn't be so scared of a few bones and silly old stones, there weren't any zombies or anything otherwise Grandma would have seen them! So with new found confidence I walked towards the Cemetery with my head high, yet by the time I got there I was back to a shivering mess. I hesitated at the creepy old gate, looking past it to the grounds beyond. But then I saw it, a shiny item sitting in a large birds nest. It sat at the feet of a huge statue, my eyes getting wider and wider as they climbed it. It was as beautiful as it was frightening, it looked like a doll. She was completely made of stone with long curling locks going down her shoulders, her long lashed eyes were closed and her hands folded in front of her. She looked like she was in an outfit from Alice in Wonderland, all the way down to her little shoes. I got the feeling her shoes would be black, her hair gold, and her dress a light blue, but I didn't know because she was once again carved from stone.

I didn't realize I had entered the Cemetery until I was standing at her feet and reaching for the ivy that covered the base of it. ' Marolie ' Was carved into the stone platform, who was she I wondered? She must have been very important, but there in the small nest was a key. It was really old and had a weird pronged part, but the handle of it had the image of little bat wings. My fingers closed over the cool metal but it warmed easily in my fingers, and here standing at the base of the doll statue of Marolie I wasn't afraid anymore. Somehow I felt like things were going to get so much better from here out, perhaps this place and whatever secrets it held would show me what I've been missing in my life. *

Another chapter up, let's keep them going! Lyrics from "Creepy Doll" by Jonathan Coulton
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