Title: Collected Works
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013
Illya gazed up at the imposing facade of the manor, its Gothic turrets framed against a storm-drenched sky. Lightning flashed, illuminating the crumbling stones for an instant; the torches flickered in their sconces.
“You would think the owners of this grand mansion could afford proper electric lights,” he observed with some annoyance.
“Offends your sensibility, does it?” Napoleon chuckled. “Personally, I think torchlight gives the place a homey touch. Chez Frankenstein.”( READ ON IF YOU DARE.... )