It was a dark and stormy night at the Hayward mansion. A young girl was crying. “Mama?” she said in between sobs. She saw that her mother was lying dead in the bed and she gasped. “Mama! Please wake up!” she cried harder as she sobbed over her mother’s lifeless body.
He will beat me. Mama… he will blame me. Mama! Please don’t leave me alone with him! "MAMA!” she screamed. Thunder roared and yet she continued to sob. She heard footsteps coming and then her heart started to pound.
"Clara! CLARA HAYWARD! Where are you, child!?” someone roared. The little girl froze in terror at the sound. Soon a man found her. “What happened in here, child?” “Mama’s… dead” the little girl murmured. The man turned and saw the dead woman lying there. He went over to her and saw that the woman was holding a clear vial. He sniffed it and he then said ‘Poison.” He turned to his young daughter and said “You. You poisoned her.”
“Papa… I didn’t!” the little girl said. “I won’t have a murderer in this family. You little brat!” He grabbed the little girl’s hair and she gave out a cry. The man began to drag the girl outside despite her cries of pain. Outside on the cliff, he let the girl go. Her eyes widen for she was at the edge. “Papa… what are you…” “You murdered her. Clara Hayward, you are no daughter of mine! You are the poison that took away your mother! You are the same as that oleander sap that I smelled in that vial. I hereby strip you of your birth name! You shall be known as ‘Oleander’; this name shall haunt you for the rest of your life! You will be friendless and alone for you, the poison, shall be cursed from this day on! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The little girl cried and said “Papa…” “Don’t call me that poison! I will now do the first part of your curse.” The man stared at the girl and took a step backwards… off the cliff. The little girl’s eyes widened in shock ‘Papa… no.” The man gave an evil smile and said “I, Cassius Hayward, hereby will plunge to my death from this cliff!” “Papa no!” “I am NOT your father! You are no child of mine! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Cassius fell to his death and the little girl cried: “PAPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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10 years later...
My name is Oleander. Oleander Poison. I am sixteen years old and I am one of the most powerful aristocrats in all of England. I lost my mother due to poison and my father, who was traumatized over the event, plunged off a cliff and to his death. Since then, I had to live on my own and I was raised by my butler, Severin Kain. He has always been by my side and obeys my every command. Tonight, Severin is to escort me to an evening party. Oh how this should be fun…
”Severin, how much longer?” I ask. “We should be there in about five minutes, milady” Severin said. I sighed.
Great. What am I suppose to do for another five minutes? I looked out the window and saw that we were driving past the London countryside.
How very interesting…. I thought. Soon the carriage came to a halt and Severin opened the door. “We have arrived, Milady” he said as he took my hand to help me out.
I was wearing a long emerald green dress and a small Lolita hat to go with it. My purplish-whitish hair hung down to my mid-back and my emerald green-gold eyes shone in the moonlight. Severin was beside me wearing his black tailcoat suit and gray coat. His short black hair sparkled in the moonlight and his blue-gray eyes showed concern. “Let us go in, Milady” he said as he held my hand. I nodded and we slowly started to walk.
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As we entered the hall, I could see all the other guests turn their heads and take notice of me. A few of them started to whisper and I could hear every word that they were saying. “That Oleander girl is quite odd.” “Yes, I know. They say that she has a strange love and admiration for poison.” “What a strange child.” “I heard that she collects poison too!” “Oh how unladylike!” Oh shut it you old hags, I thought bitterly. I was well aware of the rumors that were being told about me. Everyone in the high society knew about my love for poison. That was how I was nicknamed ‘Lady Poison.”
“I heard that she’s sixteen and yet she doesn’t have a fiancé!” The gossiping ladies gasped and again exploded into more rumors. I tried my best to keep my anger in. The truth was many men fallen for me but I never truly loved them in a way that I would want to spend the rest of my life with them. The only man that ever got close to me was my butler, Severin. No one truly ever knew how to get close to my heart because my curse was to leave me alone one day.
I sighed and walked away from the gossiping women. As soon as I was separated from Severin, a group of men came to offer me a drink. I graciously declined and continued on my way. All I wanted was a place to sit down since I couldn’t find Severin and demand him to immediately take me back home. I found a nice chair in the corner where there was practically no one around. Making sure that I wasn’t noticed, I made my way to the chair and sat down.
I crossed my legs and put my head on my hand. I was bored, tired and really saw no point in this stupid gathering. I just wanted to go home but I was “required” to make an appearance tonight so unfortunately, not attending wasn’t an option. “Good evening, mademoiselle” a voice said. I looked up and saw a man. He was about 6’1” and he had dark brown hair and brown eyes. I already knew his name before he even spoke “Count Edward, I presume?” I said. The man bowed and said “At your service mademoiselle.”
I sighed and looked away from the count. “What is your name, mademoiselle?” I cracked a smirk at this and turned to face him. “Lady Poison” I said. “Lady Poison, would you join me in this dance?” I was unaware that a soothing, calmly waltz was being played by the orchestra. Without thinking, Count Edward took my hand and started to pull me towards the center of the room. “Hey!” I said but he took his hand and met it with mine. He wrapped his arm around and my waist and started to waltz with me.
As we danced, I heard the people whispering. “That’s Count Edward!” “Why is he dancing with Lady Poison?” “Do you think that he’s going to propose to her!?” Many people gasped. “No! She might poison him!” “Count Edward can get any woman that he wants as a fiancée but he can’t pick her!” I wanted to smack those ladies but something in the count’s eyes made me forget my anger as we glided across the dance floor.
When the waltz ended, the count took my hand and kissed it gently. “You are a beautiful dancer milady” he said with a smile. “Thank you for the compliment” I said as I started to turn away. “Wait, there is something that I want to ask you. Can you meet me outside the balcony, milady?” I closed my eyes and said ‘Alright.”
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I saw Count Edward standing outside the balcony waiting for me. “Ah milady” he said as he saw me approaching. I crossed my arms and stared at him “What is it that you want?” “Please sit down milady” Count Edward said as he gestured toward the empty seat across from him. I sat down on the chair across from him but I still kept my arms crossed. “Lady Poison, I have been watching you for a while now and well… the time has come for me to choose a bride. Would you marry me Lady Poi- no. Miss Oleander, would you marry me?”
Oh no. Not another poor fellow’s heart that I have to break, I thought.
“I’m sorry but I can’t” I said. “Why not?” “I am cursed. Forever cursed to a life of sorrow and solitude. Curses follow me and I wouldn’t want anyone innocent to get hurt” I sighed. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a gun fire and it was close. Another gunshot sounded and I heard everyone scream. I looked down next to me and saw that Lord Edward had been shot. I saw many people worrying and so I walked over the body and I smelt something…
I saw the bullet and I picked it up and inhaled its scent. My eyes widened at what I smelt. “Milady, are you alright?” Severin asked. I nodded and said “Severin, this bullet is not an ordinary bullet. It was filled with poison.” Everyone gasped and I said “My best guess would be Strychnine but if it is, then he doesn’t have much time to live. Hurry get him inside.”
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Severin took the count to lay into a room and I quickly began to work on an antidote.
The effects of Strychnine poisoning is that it will slowly kill the nerves in the body in about twenty minutes or less. The Count was nearly shot in the head so the poison is working on killing his nerve system. Since he was shot into the brain, the effects of the poison will accelerate. If that is so and the Count dies, then I shall be blamed for it which I cannot tolerate.I prepared the antidote which much care and hoped that I could save the Count. “This should do the trick. Stand back” I said as I filled the antidote in the syringe. The Count was writhing in pain for his muscles were beginning to spasm and his body temperature was fading fast. I injected him with the anesthesia so he wouldn’t feel much pain. “There is no antidote, is there, milady?” Severin asked. I felt a cruel smile take place on my lips as I said “Not one so far. Oh well, I always wanted to see what strychnine poisoning did to the human body. I still wonder why that it was the Count though. It’s obvious that they were aiming to take my life.” “Milady, I have already prepared the carriage. Shall we depart?” Severin asked. I pulled my cloak over my shoulders as I said, “Yes before I somehow get blamed for all this mess.”
As I exited the mansion, I went back to my deep thinking.
Who was after me? To target someone as random as Count Edward of the esteemed McHenry family was suspicious. No… there was someone out there who knew what they were doing and who they were targeting. A simple assumption could be acquired that they meant to kill me but… they could have simply framed me. That could be it…
It was obvious that most of London knew about my attraction and knowledge of some of the most deadly poisons in the world. If someone planned to kill another person using a strong poison such as strychnine, the most logical thing that someone could think of is that they would somehow set it up, making it seem like I killed them since I am already a shifty character in the aristocracy anyway…All these thoughts and assumptions went back and forth through my head, like it was a murder mystery because it certainly was. “Severin, how far are we from the mansion?” I asked. “We are nearly there, milady” he replied. “Good. When we return, I wish not to be disturbed for I will be in my study… and poison cellar.” “As you wish, milady.”
Hmm… it had been a while but I could swear that I remembered obtaining strychnine poison for my… ‘collection’ and I have been eager to see how the poison worked… but what if the murderer somehow obtained my sample of it which would even prove my theory of how they planned to frame me. I chuckled silently to myself.
I guess I shall find that out when we return back to the mansion… ♠ † ♠ † ♠
We returned back to the mansion and I made sure that Severin or any of my other servants were NOT to disturb me. I went to my study first as I saw that I had a huge stack of paperwork to fill out. I sat at my desk and started to go through the stack. It was all just boring paperwork that required me to read and sign. I was about to give up until I heard a THUD! I picked up an envelope and saw something that caught my eye.
The envelope itself was normal parchment but the seal… was unique. The seal was from someone of noble lineage for it was an oil seal but it was black and had the design of a rose. Inside the rose design were the initials ‘J.H’.
‘J.H?’ How curious. I opened the envelope and was indeed surprised to see that a letter was addressed to my arrival at the same party that I had just returned from.
Dear Lady Poison,
I must admit what a strange title but the more interesting it is. I wish to request your presence at the Handerson mansion tonight at 8 pm. The mansion is secluded from the city by hiding itself in the countryside. I will tell you my identity when the two of us meet. If by some chance that you can’t make it to this event, I shall send a second notice of our meeting early tomorrow evening. I look forward to meeting you face-to-face… Lady Poison.
Regards,
J.H
A meeting, huh? I slipped the letter back into the parchment envelope and then I put it inside a drawer of my desk. The grandfather clock chimed, indicating that it was past eleven o’clock. The door opened to reveal Severin and one of my maids whose name I clearly could not remember. “Milady, it is past eleven and you should be sleeping by now.” “I’m not stupid, Severin. I know that I should be asleep. Why is she, here?” I asked staring at the maid. “Please pardon me, milady. My name is Lillian Blair. I am to undress you.”
Umm… no. There are some things that people should not see when giving me a bath or undressing me… “Pardon me, Miss Blair but I prefer if I did it myself.” “Milady… would you like it if I did it?” I did not respond as I walked into my room. I closed the door and began to pick at the buttons on the dress. “Allow me, milady” Severin said as he pulled the dress off me. “Severin… why would you allow that stranger to undress me? You know how I feel about my body and… the marks.” I shuddered as Severin undid my corset. “I thought that since you were getting older… you would prefer someone else to tend to these tasks.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You raised me since I was born. You are the only one who actually knows me and how I feel about all this.” “Understood.” Severin had stripped me down and then he put my long sleeved cotton nightdress on. I started to brush out my hair and then braided it to keep it from tangling in the middle of the night. “Have a good sleep, milady.” “Good night.” Severin walked out with the candelabra and I began to ponder my thoughts once again before drifting off into an uncontrollable sleep.
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(3rd person)
A young man sat at his desk in his clinic as he poked a strange specimen. He smiled as he said “What an interesting night this has been.” He had been at the Handerson mansion and he saw who he wanted to meet: Oleander Poison.
She has grown quite a bit, he thought. He also observed the death of Edward McHenry and was quite impressed by Oleander’s knowledge behind the rare poison. He picked up a dart as he said the following words, “It will be a joy to see you again… Miss Poison.” The dart landed right in the middle of a photograph of a young girl who was about six and the man smirked quite cruelly as he removed the dart. Underneath the picture of the six year old girl were the words:
"Clara Hayward."