my gothic short story

Alone on a craggy cliff stood the forbidden ways of Green Bank Manor. The air was hot, and it’s still dark and damp from the morning rain. People around here should be used to this humid, drowsy valley, since it’s been like this for the past six months. The very short and depressing past six months.
Lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa Fairchild, alone in the world, arrived at Green Bank Manor. She’s been waiting on Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter for almost three hours now. Finally, he arrived, with a bag of something in his hands.
“Did you do it? You was supposed to be here and done over three hours ago!” exclaimed Vanessa”
“Yes, yes the deed is done. It took me so long because I had to cover my tracks, and also hide all the evidence. Remember this is only my first time.”
"As is mine too. Well I’m sorry. I get so nervous when I have to wait on you. At least now we won’t have any detraction so that we can finally be happy together.”
Well, that’s how she thought it would be. Actually, it did go like that in the beginning, but then people started talking. And Vanessa heard them.
Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter often departed in the middle of the night. More and more Vanessa started to notice, and the more she noticed the more paranoid she became. She started to have thoughts like ’maybe he’s having an affair’ or ‘maybe someone found out the plan.’ she leaned more toward the affair thoughts.
“Oh, if I ever find out that he is with another woman, that will be his last day.” she told herself that often. She knew that she had to do something about it and the sooner the better.
One night the grave digger in the church yard in the village near Green Bank Manor dug up an object which he gave to Vanessa. Along with that object, he gave her some specific directions.
“Make sure you do this on Friday the 13th of November or it won’t work out as planed.”
She had to prepare fast; she only had three weeks to get everything in place. She reread the directions over and over and over again, just to make sure that she wasn’t forgetting anything. She seemed to be so far gone that she didn’t even have 2nd thoughts. Her heart was getting the best of her.
Finally, November 13th arrived. The plan is going good so far, she got him to stay home and she cooked him a big dinner. She was to act as if everything was perfectly fine; it seemed to be working.
“Why don’t I go pour us some wine?” she asked right on cue.
She brought the two glasses of already poured wine, making sure she remembered which one was his. After he gulped the whole glass of wine down, she smirked at him. Thinking to herself, “I got you now, Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter.” He started to open his mouth to say something, but his head bounced off the table before he could utter a single word.
The next step wasn’t as easy. She ran down to the building in the side yard and grabbed the three gallons of gas and headed back to the manor. She got done with emptying the gas all inside the manor, but then she just stood there for a second, let the match, and watched it hit the ground. Whoosh! The huge manor went up in flames.
She stood there, admiring her precious work of art; then she dialed 911.
“Please help! My house caught on fire… Yes; I think my husband was still in there. Oh god, just please hurry!”