Blaise's mouth opened in a gasp as she stood up in...a pile up stuffed animals? WTH!? The giant room (it looked to be about two stories by itself) was brightly colored with tie dyed carpet. Stuffed animals were thrown across the room in random piles and dolls were set up in this humongous dollhouse along one wall. And another wall was covered in boy band posters. It was just...wow. Every preppy girl's dream.

And across the room stood Malachi. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. On his hands were black finger-less gloves that appeared to be leather. He raised his eyebrows in question when he saw the horrified look on Blaise's face. "What? Isn't this what females like?" he questioned, voice echoing in the large room.
"Not this girl," Blaise responded.
Malachi looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. "Hmmm," he drawled. "I see, I see. You look to have the same taste as yours truly."
She raised her eyebrows at him. "You're not my truly any-" He cut her off with literally a snap of his fingers.
Before she could eve register a response, the whole room shifted and contorted, along with everything in the room.
Blaise watched mesmerized as the colors of the room swirled together and a groan filled the silence as the room changed shape. Before her very eyes, the once-preppy-room transformed into what looked like a large lobby of a castle. Mouth agape, she looked all around her as a staircase stacked in front of her that split off into two directions at the landing and a red carpet with gold trim folded down the stairs, covering the dark gray stoned floor, and ended at the base. A gold chandelier came down from the ceiling spreading out and the twinkling lights sparkled. When dark hallways on both sides of the room formed, it made Blaise wonder what was down there. Slight heat flared up behind her and she whirled around only to find a door at least twice her size in the middle of two torches. Yes, real torches.
It was like an actual castle.
Amazing.
Blaise was so preoccupied with looking at the marvelous room to even notice Malachi standing atop the landing on the stairs. "Is this to your liking?" he asked. When Blaise kept staring at him in awe and silence, his lip quirked. "I guess so." He began walking down the stairs, hands in his pockets.
"What are you?" Blaise asked in an awe-struck voice.
A slight flash of sadness came to his eyes, but he quickly masked it with his usual emotionless expression. Not before Blaise saw it, though.
"There is no name for what I am," he said, the sound of his footsteps filled the room. Expertly, he manifested a couch right in the middle of the room. He sat and lounged back on it.
She scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. "But that is not possible. I've read all the books. Everyone is something. Even I am something. I have even done research on myself, as well as every type of creature in the Forest. There is no one that I don't know anything about...except you, of course. I don't think anyone has even seen your power."
He shook his head. "No one knows about my powers; I have made sure to keep that hidden. What you have just seen was just part of my powers. My species is not in any book. Nor on any scroll. You cannot find it anywhere. Believe me, I have tried. It is not worth it any longer." He met her eyes with a serious expression. "You will not tell anyone anything about me."
It sounded like an order. "Who am I going to tell? Gary?" she said with sarcasm.
"Gary is a fool. He fancies you too much."
"Excuse me?" she snapped.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." He smirked, amused he got a reaction from her. Malachi manifested a chair across from him. "Please, sit."
Blaise sat reluctantly, crossing her arms over her chest. A long silence filled the room.
"How did you know?" she sputtered out.
He looked at her. "Know what exactly?"
"That I loved roses." And my name.
"I know many, many things." Malachi's head jerked up slightly as if listening to something. "Come. Dinner is ready." He got up, grabbed a torch, and walked toward one of the hallways. He stood at the opening. "Are you coming or not?"
"No one told me that we were having dinner," she said, walking toward him. They walked down the hall.
"I just did."
They walked for a while in silence. Blaise took in what she could see illuminated by the torch. Wood panneling came a quarter of the way up the wall and some kind of antique wallpaper covered the rest of the wall. It was actually pretty simple.
"Expecting something more?" Malachi asked.
"No," she lied.
"I hope you know I'm making all this up as I go along. It drains too much out of me if I do more than one room at a time. The reason why this is all so simple is because one: I did a lot in the last room, and two: I am already forming the room in the dining room. Slowly but surely."
They came to a door at the end of the hall. Malachi paused, hand on the door handle, closing his eyes briefly before opening them. He opened the door. The dining room was like anything you'd read in a fairytale with velvet drapes and a chandelier. But instead of the huge table with an assortment of expensive foods, it was just a normal sized table with two place settings.
Malachi winced. "Sorry, couldn't get a huge table up in time."
"No, it's alright. I like it," Blaise said politely, sitting down in the chair Malachi pulled out for her.
He didn't say anything as he sat in the chair across from her. He then proceeded to stare at her intently. Creeper.
Blaise tried not to squirm in her seat from his stare. "What are you-"
Before she even had that sentence out, a plateful of her favorite foods appeared in front of her. Chicken, ribs, rice, and broccoli. She stared at the food. What in the world...
"It's safe to eat, don't worry. Made it myself." Malachi winked. He had a plate of the same food. "Interesting," he said, looking at the plate. Then he began eating.
"How did you-" He gave her a look while chewing on broccoli. "Right. You know many things." She began eating as well and a glass of grape juice appeared in front of her. Her favorite. She didn't ask. The silence during dinner was a comfortable one. Blaise was actually starting to warm up to him. Maybe he's not so bad after all. He's actually pretty nice.
Once dinner was done, Malachi looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Run."
"E-excuse me?" she sputtered.
"You heard me. Run. Now."
The growl of the creature that chased her filled the room. Startled, Blaise flew out of her chair so fast that it fell backwards with a lout bang. Malachi was grinning like a mad scientist. She ran toward to door as the growl got louder. The door opened for her. Footsteps pounded down the long hallways after her. She knew it was the creature. But she knew Malachi was somewhere close-by because the house was groaning as it transformed. As soon as she got back to the lobby, she headed for the stairs.
Why did she have to come here?!