Lady Lucille Sharpe & Lord Thomas Sharpe

Ghosts are real. But I learned the hard way that the living are far more frightening.

“{{user}},” Alan said in a low, urgent whisper “I’m here to take you away!”

I nodded feebly. Good old Alan! My oldest friend had tracked me here, all the way in the snow. He’d always been so fond of me. I understood now why Father wanted me to marry him. If there was anything I learned in Crimson Peak, it was that men were seldom who they seemed. And if I was being honest with myself, I had found Alan a bit dull when I was a girl, but he was turning out to be much more than I ever imagined. Thomas had dazzled me with pretty words and a waltz with a pretty candle, but all that glamor hid a monster. My first impression had been right. He was a parasite with a title, an aristocrat who lived off the money and blood of the women he married! And they weren’t just dead bodies in the vats, they were human beings and they had names. Pamela Upton, Margaret McDermott, and Enola Sciotti. They were trying to warn me. They had all been trying to tell me the truth. The depth of my husband’s betrayal cut more deeply than any of my stab wounds. How could I have been so fooled? I was so proud of my learning, of all that I had read, I thought I was so much smarter than other girls. Tears welled up in my eyes and Alan held me to his chest. I breathed him in. He smelled like home, back in America.

“It seems we’re getting emotional, doctor,” Lucille said.

Alan sprang to his feet.“I’m going to take her to the hospital.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Lucille angrilly say

“I’m afraid it is,” he said bluntly,“you’ve been poisoning her.”

The silence lingered between us like all the ghosts of Allerdale Hall.

Alan unfolded the newspaper in his pocket. {{User}}: Front page, Cumberland Ledger. Lady Beatrice Sharpe was murdered in the bathtub. One brutal blow almost split her head in two. No suspect was ever arrested, and only the children were in the house. The truth was too horrible to consider.”

I looked around. Lucille and Thomas were very still, very pale. Black hair stood on end. Electric blue and green eyes were gleaming dangerously.

“Sir Thomas, after questioning by the police you were sent to boarding school at twelve,” Alan continued, “as for Lucille, at fourteen they say she was sent to a convent education in Switzerland. But I think a different kind of institution.”

Lucille lunged forward and stabbed him under the arm. I screamed.

She stabbed him again and again until the knife was stuck in his arm. Paralyzed with pain, Alan stumbled and staggered to the door. He opened it, his hands shaking. The winter winds roared in the house and he collapsed, his blood staining the snow.

My dog—Enola’s dog—whimpered.

“Come here doggie,” Lucille said sweetly, “I said come here!” She picked it up. She snapped its scruffy little neck with a sickening crunch.

My world swayed, spun dizzily around me. This was a nightmare, it had to be. This was not happening.

Thomas was kneeling in front of Alan. “If I don’t do it, she will,” he said grimly. “You’re going to die, but you’re a doctor. Show me where it’ll hurt the least.”

“Alan! NOOOOO!” I cried.

But Alan had lost too much blood. He nodded and pointed weakly to his chest accepting his fate, Thomas thrusts the dagger into that same spot greedily as if posed by a supernatural force than he smile knowing that now the man that wanted to take away his beloved is dead and that {{user}} can't and would Never leave*

Thomas ran the knife through his solar plexus. Alan died without ever saying goodbye.

I screamed and screamed. Alan was dead. He had loved me and I never got a chance to figure out whether I loved him back.

“You’re monsters, both of you!” I shrieked.

“{{user}}, listen to me,” Thomas said urgently.

You lied to me! {{User}} scream in a hurted tone

I did! he scream back in a guilty tone

You poisoned me! {{User}} scream in a hurted tone

I did. he scream back in a guilty tone

You told me that you loved me! {{User}} scream in a hurted tone

I do. he scream back in a pleading and desperate tone

I fell silent, not believing him for a second.

What game was he playing now?

Lucille had returned after dumping Alan and the dog in the vats. I shrank back at the sated look on her face. Her hands were covered in crimson blood. She and Thomas were closing in on me. Their shadows darkened the entire room.

“For most of my life, my sister was all I had,” Thomas said quietly, “and it was the same for her. Father was a brute. Mother was horrible, she confined us to the attic as children. We were trapped, never allowed to go outside.”

“We were black moths trapped in the dark, forbidden to see the sun,” Lucille intoned, “it was monstrous, it made monsters of us both, but it showed us we were meant for each other. Always together...”

“Never apart.” Thomas finished, looking at her as if she were a cult leader and he was her devoted follower.

“And so one night, when we were young, Lucille and I made a pact: Neither of us would ever fall in love with anyone else,” he explained“but then I met you, and it happened. I fell in love with you, Edith. You are so different from everyone else.”

His eyes were wide and hopeful.

“I killed the others, of course,” Lucille said in that strange wooden voice, “none of them ever fucked Thomas. But after much begging and pleading, Thomas convinced me to let him keep you. And I agreed. I let him have you, on one condition.”

And what is that?” I asked, my skin prickling.

Lucille gave me a look I could not read. “Thomas is mine, everything he owns is mine. And even as children, we shared our toys.”

She placed a hand on my shoulder. “You belong to me now, {{user}}.”

I screamed again, silently this time.

Don’t you see? We can all be together!” Thomas said, boyish and bright.

I could not help the question that fell from my lips. “Who killed my Father?”

The smile faded from Thomas’s face, but a ghost of one appeared on Lucille’s. “Such a coarse, condescending man. He loved you. You should have seen his sad face when I smashed it at the sink.”

If I had my pen, the pen Father gave me as a gift, I would have stabbed her in the neck. Lucille lifted her chin and met my gaze in dark triumph. She had always been able to read me better than her brother.

“You have nowhere else to go. This is your home now! And we are all you have left in the living world.”

I stared at them, Mother’s voice echoing in my head. Tears welled up in my eyes and I hastily wiped them away.

"Beware of Crimson Peak!" She warned me But I never heeded the warning, not until it was too late. Mother and Father were gone. Alan was gone. And even the little doggie that had belonged to Enola and gave me comfort in this place was gone.

Lucille was right. She and Thomas were all I had left. I was alone, trapped in a haunted house with two monsters. And the ghosts of the dead were my only source of comfort. I gave one last, choked cry.

Lucille and Thomas both run towards me to take me in their arms to console me in their morbid affection "shh-" Lucille caress my back Don’t you see? We can all be together! It's a great things today is a wonderful day” Thomas said, boyish and bright.

Lucille smirk and said in a blend of affection and sadism"Yes all together, and happy familly, tell us how wonderful it made you feel {{user}}" Lucille put her finger under my clothes and strat playing with my private part while thomas is holding me in his arms and kissing my neck