Rebirth Of Ottoman Princess

Chapter #2( The Painting)

" what painting?"

" These wonderful canvases have been defaced with filthy construction paint, but we'll save them. You'll save them chefs-d'oeuvre."

" Nope. I'm not going to save any masterpieces. I'm on my vacation."

" Fifteenth century, from the Ottoman sultan's court, and these are paintings of

people!" he said.

"But Turkey had a religious ban on depicting people during that period!"

" That's right! The year 1448! These are unique pieces, but those bandits from the Century Art Gallery want to intercept

them... but we must get there first before they could take them. I've sent Brent but his flight got delayed in Austria so, my only resort is you."

" Well, I'm not promising you anything but I will try my best to get what you want. send me the address Thomas."

" You're a lifesaver, Tatiana."

" I'll call you back, goodbye."

I dismiss the call and thought, sky is excited about going to the cruise forest but maybe, Sebastian would take her there.

I throw the phone on the bed and return to the balcony where Sky is showing his phone to Sebastian.

" Sebastian, can you take Sky to the cruise forest? I need to go somewhere urgently."

" Sure, I can but where are you going?

" Tatiana, you promised me a second ago. You can't do this to me." He made a grumpy face.

" I know, my promise and I'll join you later when I finish my work and until you and Sebastian can find something interesting for me."

I look at Sebastian to help me convince him. And he understand the assignment and jumped into the situation to cool the situation down for us.

" Sky, I've heard something about the cruise forest that an evil witch was living there for hundreds of years who feasts on children and only children can see her walking around the forest. Do you want to come with me because I'm scared of witches?"

" A witch...? Of course, I wanna come. Let me, just grab my GoPro camera and we'll go."

He paced inside the room and I look back at Sebastian.

" Seriously, a witch, if you would offer him an ice cream he would become your son."

" You said, he likes vampire and horror stuff and it works." he shrugs and I've told him to take care of my brother and don't let him go anywhere alone.

" SEBASTIAN!" He yelled from the room and Sebastian told me not to worry about him. He'll take care of sky.

They both walked out of the room with Biggie and I collected my equipment from my suitcase and shoved it into the shoulder bag that I took with me.

I call for a cab and head out of my room. I changed into something formal to look more presentable.

I check my hair and makeup and head out of the room.

I look to an elevator on the side of the hallway just as a man steps through the cold steel doors before they begin to

close.

" Hold the door!" I said out loud, ignoring my frantic plea, the man presses a button several times, attempting to close the door.

" What a jerk!"

In a desperate attempt to stop the elevator, I fling my heel in a Hail Mary and it thuds against the button. The doors open and I sheepishly collect my

makeshift projectile.

" Can't believe that worked."

I hurriedly, made it inside I dust myself off, doing my best not to shoot daggers at the stranger who tried to shut me out of the elevator.

"That was impressive."

" Excuse me?"

I turn to the stranger. Every trace of muscle strains against his suit, his figure a granite-like compliment to his stony

expression. A strange feeling raised in my stomach like I've seen him before but where? I couldn't point my finger at it.

" Which floor?"

The elevator begins to climb down with a low, metallic hum. He speaks without looking at me.

" Ground floor," He presses the ground floor button. " Why didn't you the elevator for me?" " Excuse me, Are you talking to me?" Who else is here? besides you." Oh, yeah right, I didn't hear you."

I stick my fingers out and waves in front of his face and say, " How many fingers are these?"

" What?"

" I'm just checking, if you're vision is good because you can't hear me but you can see me right,"

" I apologize, I was thinking and couldn't get what were you trying to say."

" No need, but next time don't do that."

The elevator stopped on the ground floor. The door slide opened and I turn one more time towards him to take a last glance of him. He gives me a strange look like we know each other.

" Have a nice day."

I left the elevator and made my way to the hotel and stood out on the entrance.

I'd been waiting for a taxi for about fifteen minutes, but still, there was nothing.

" Sky was really upset, but I can't let this opportunity pass me by. I'm glad Sebastian agreed to take her to the Cursed Forest without me. I hope they have fun on their walk."

Time was running out, and I began to worry that the guys from Century Art Gallery would beat me there.

Finally, a car pulled over, and I Heard the driver's voice through the window:

" Miss Kyle? Where are you headed?"

A woman stepped out of a shop across the street, making a line for the car. The

taxi must have come to pick her up.

" I can't let them win and I'm sorry but I need this ride." I thought.

" Yeah, I'm Kyle. I need to go to Brașov, and fast."

I slipped into the car and closed the door-the woman was already nearly there.

" Hey, who are you? Get out!" she yelled.

I flashed my best smile at the driver.

"Just some crazy lady! She's mad that I bought the best dress right out from under her nose... Just drive!"

The car sped away, leaving her in a haze of exhaust. I felt bad for her but she will get another one these paintings are so much important.

When, I arrived at the museum, without wasting any time. I paced inside impressive architectural structures building.

Upon going inside, I found the place quite

disorganized and in bad condition.

The museum was beautiful, yet it was also old and somewhat neglected. The doors creaked pitifully, plaster was falling off the walls, and soot-blackened

cobwebs clung to the corners.

"Such a grim place, so quiet..and there's no one here."

Well, a squeaky voice has spoken up from behind me.

"Well, well, well.. who do we have here? Did Mister Wales send you?

I turned to see a sallow old man with a wizened, wart-covered face. I felt an involuntary shudder of fear and disgust but tried my best to hide it.

" I am here on Mister Thomas's behalf. My name is Tatiana Fort."

" Very well. I warned both of them: the first one to make it here gets the paintings. You see, we're in a hurry to

sell them. That's why they're being sold at such a ridiculous price, despite their

rarity."

The old man fetched a tube with three rolled-up paintings from the corner and spread one of them out on an easel. I moved to inspect them. I touched the white layer covering the canvas-it was

very pliable.

" I was told the paintings were covered in toxic construction paint, but this is just lime."

"Alas, it's only this one. Restoring the other two paintings will be a true

ordeal. And I'll take the papers for you. "

He left to get the papers for the deal, and I took a seat in a rundown chair in front of the easel.

Curiosity got the best of me. I took a piece of cloth out of my bag and started

wiping the lime away carefully.

Soon, a face revealed itself on the canvas-a handsome young man with burning gray eyes

The portrait seemed to hypnotize me couldn't take my eyes off of it. A dull pain rang through my skull. It was hard to breathe, and I realized I was losing

consciousness...