Ernest came out of his room forty five minutes later, dressed in his best; a jet black tux, coat that had a hoodie. After smoothing his well combed white hair back with his left hand, his right holding his bag, he brought out his glasses and headed downstairs.
He had really wanted to stay back inside, hammering the little maid's womb until she forgot her purpose, but he had to turn his desire for a long steamy sex to a quickly. Still he was sure he had left her in a very weakened state, he knew she would ask for the remaining when he got back home.
On his way down the spiral stairs that led to the dinning room, he was greeted by all the maids who had to look twice at him because of his dashing appearance.
Getting to the dinning room he saw his father seated at the very front seat by the dinning table, step mother at his right and his step twins at his left, all seated around the rectangular dinning table of six.
His father was reading a newspaper, one of his stepsister was on her phone and the other eating her food lightly without giving any other thing thoughts, his stepmother was checking some kind of magazine and when she heard him approach the table she looked up.
"Oh?!" Her small exclamation rang over the table causing everyone to stop what they were doing to look at her; including his father. " You look dashing dear."
Dear?
Humph?! There was only a small age gap of seven years between them; he was nineteen. The others had turned to look at him and Ernest had to keep a straight face to his his delight at their expressions.
The twin nearest to his father, the one that had her phone almost in her face, had lowered it and Ernest could see her jaw sag even with her mouth closed, the other twin; Joanna, had her spoon in midair just in front of her open wide mouth and his father grunted, but Ernest could swear that he had saw. . . for a brief moment. . . his father's eyes widened
" I know." Ernest replied.
He decided to sit, not at the vacant seat beside his stepmother, but at the last seat directly facing his father's. Picking up his spoon and a fork, he lunged at the delicacies in front of him, ignoring the people at the table. He raised his head a bit after he had put a mouth filling soft beef in his mouth, and saw that they had all returned their focus on what they had been doing before, although, he caught some quick glances they had been throwing at him.
An unerring silence fell on the table for a almost a minute before it was finally broken by the twin with a phone; Carla, who was using a possibly invented sweet tone to ask his father for something, trying to make Ernest feel distant, unwanted and unloved like she always did but what she didn't know was that this new owner of Ernest didn't give a fuck.
He finished his food quickly and exited the building in a short period of time. Coming outside of the house, he saw that there was already a car waiting to take him and the twins to school, knowing that he wouldn't tolerate any form of verbal bullying from Carla, and also the fact that he needed to do something before he entered school, he ordered a servant to bring his bike, which the man did with a sneer - Ernest knew that he would have to discipline the maids and servant that do not acknowledge him and put them in their places, but that would be for another day. For now he needed to go some place only he knew, his house.
"Aren't you going with us?" His stepmother's voice called out from behind.
Ernest was already on the bike and was in the process of starting it when he heard his stepmother. He chanced a glance and saw her approach the car beside him with her two daughters. He raised his brow at the question.
" I thought you didn't know how to ride a bike?" She asked again as she got down the outside stair and close to Ernest and the car, the two girls following her.
"If he wants to go and die, let him mum." Carla said giving him a deep glare. " It would do everyone a favour?"
" Don't ever say that again, young lady!" his stepmother rebuked.
Snorting at her mother's rebuke, Carla dragged opened the back door of the car, got in and slammed it shut.
Everyone was momentarily silent because they were watching Carla throw tantrum, once the door was slammed however, Ernest snapped out of it and faced his stepmother.
"I can find my way myself." He said politely. Then with a turn, he started his bike, which gave a low rumble, and speed out of the gate and into the street.
..............
A black bike sped across a lonely road on a hill, in the earliest of morning. Ernest cold feel the cold wind move freely past him as his bike zoomed along the spiral road leading upwards. He had decided to visit his real home which, thankfully, was not too far away from his new home.
He finally arrived at his destination. His feet hit the moldy ground as he slid off the bike, removing his helmet in the process and then facing his house.
His house was a curt bungalow that looked like a wooden cabin with a tank and a farm outside. It was painted red and, Ernest noticed, the cut grass he had done yesterday, was still the same which to him indicated that he had died and reincarnated in a matter of seconds and with that in mind Jace should still be where he kept him. Walking on the little path that lead to the front door, Ernest had barely reached the steps when the door opened and something large jumped straight at him.
Knowing what it was, Ernest threw his hands open and caught Jace as he slammed his body at him. Jace was his hybrid pet, a mixture of a pitch black wolf dog and black leopard. It had a face of a wolf dog but the rest of her body was that of a leopard and its tail, a mix of both.
Ernest patted its head and ruffled her neck in a gentle manner. He saw that blood was dripping from Jace's mouth, checked to see if it was hers and when he found that it wasn't he knew that she had already had breakfast.
He stepped push open the door fully and went in. He was back home. He moved into his study room with Jace trotting behind him and moved to where an object was covered in a large blanket. Removing it in one fluid motion he gazed down at his project, his goals, his research, his power . . . his HYBRID ANTS.
"Hello guys." Ernest called out as he placed a hand an the thin glass, the ants swarming around it on the glass as though they wanted to touch him.
" Your KING is back!"