Dark Manor, Dallas Texas.
It was a dark stormy day, a perfect day for a "Funeral." Lucien Dark, current head of the Dark family, had finally been pronounced dead. He had disappeared two years ago, but most people had just assumed he had gone to look for a muse in the mountains. Inside the somber Gothic house stood the entire Dark family. To the casual on looker one would suspect it was a meeting of Vampires. Roughly thirty pale men and woman in ages varying from thirteen to 50 sat in plush chairs as they waited. All thirty Dark's stood as the lawyer, who was also Lucien's wife, entered the room. She was a tall blond woman with gorgeous sapphire eyes that betrayed her composure. The whites were tinged slightly red, which revealed she had been crying.
Standing in the front was Leroy Dark, the only child of Lucien and Alaine Dark. He stood slightly under six feet tall, and had perfectly average straight brown hair. His face was perfectly average in every way except for one major detail. His stunning blue eyes that his mother had given him. His body was slender, and his muscles were average. He wore a nice, unwrinkled black shirt, and tight black jeans. Behind his ear was a black fountain pen his father had given him before he had disappeared. Leroy loved the pen, he had seen his dad write his last twenty books with it, and the fact that it had been passed down to him made him happy. The circumstances though smothered any possible happiness.
His mother cleared here throat, and the murmuring Dark's turned their attention to her. James Dark, a famous biologist, cleared his throat and spoke. "Alaine you must be crushed about your husband. I loved my brother, we all loved him, are you ready to read the will?" Leroy seethed in anger, turning a scorching glare at his silver haired uncle. Not one Dark had ever come to visit them since his fifth birthday. Rumor was that both James and Lucien had been ion love with Alaine, and James was looking to step in now that Lucien was gone. Self righteous pompous bastard! he screamed in his head. You didn't give a rats ass about my father! Alaine then spoke. Her voice was like a soothing lullaby, something Lucien had loved about her.
"My last will and testament
By Lucien Dark.
Over the years I have accumulated a vast amount of money from my many books. I feel like none of you deserve a dime. So I wish for half of my fortune to go to charity, then the other half to be used to care for my wife and son. All my belongings but one are to go to my wife. This one is a black journal located in my study on my desk. This is to go to my Son Leroy. That is all.
P.S Go to hell James!"Signed: Lucien Dark
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