Cyborg 009:
Once Upon A Romance
By: Sweet Dark Angel 009
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Cyborg 009 in any way. My fanfiction, once again, is based on a book from Caroline B. Cooney ( My favorite female author) called Both Sides of Time, a work of art. The plot is similar but like my other fanfiction, I changed a lot of it.
AN:
Yet another story written by me based on one of Caroline B. Cooney's books. I hope you enjoy this romance. Do review when you have the time.
Enjoy,
SDA 009
Chapter One
The Calling
100 years ago...
It was a sunny bright morning in the rich French community where a tall marble mansion stood that a sweet, pretty girl with golden like hair and ocean blue eyes walked back and forth in the garden with many roses, flowers, and trees. She mumbled things to herself and jumped when a maid named Claire touched her shoulder.
" Claire," She said, in relief. " You frightened me."
" So sorry Miss Arnoul," Claire apologized. " You were worrying me. You haven't eaten breakfast and you've just been walking around the garden talking to yourself. Is there something wrong?"
" Sadly, yes. My Father is talking to Clause about our marriage," She said.
" Oh fancy that!" Claire chirped, happily. " Clause is an excellent handsome man! He's any girls dream! He's a good man, Françoise!"
" I know but I'm only fifteen! I don't want to think of things like marriage at such an age!" Françoise complained.
" Oh but Miss Arnoul you won't be married to him just yet. In couple of years, yes, but don't worry," Claire said, happily.
" But you must agree that we're too young!" Françoise said.
" Why yes, you two are so young! Especially you Miss! You're fifteen! He's seventeen but in no time he'll be eighteen! He may want to get married right after that," Claire said.
Françoise almost burst into tears at the thought. She didn't love him. If there was one thing she wanted in marriage, that was love. But she most certainly won't be having love in this marriage that's only for money, publicity, and pride. There certainly was no love in this time.
" Claire, may I speak to Françoise?" A deep voice asked. Françoise almost trembled at the thought of being alone with Clause.
" Of course Sir," Claire replied and bowed slightly before she hurried inside the mansion.
" You look stunning today, Françoise," He complimented.
In this century, woman still wore expensive gowns made of fine silk or any other beautiful material. Corsets were in fashion and it was highly feminine to faint once in a while. As much as she hated corsets, she was acquired to wear them. The dress she wore today was a light beige and white dress that was rather tight and puffy on her and made of fine silk and other fine soft materials. She wore white silk gloves and a fancy hat. Fine golden curls tumbled below her hat and made her look as beautiful as a bride.
" Why thank you," Françoise said, quietly.
He smiled. He wore a fine suit, the kind that made him look older then he really was. He had fine black hair and ice blue eyes. He was a tall seventeen year old boy with pale skin and a deep voice. He had the habit to act older then he was and what people didn't know, was that the only reason he acted older was to cover his lack of maturity.
Françoise dreamed of romance. A handsome boy that loved her for who she was not for her youth, beauty, and especially, money. Though it was pretty obvious that she would NEVER find a boy like that. She may never meet her prince charming. That brought tears to her eyes.
Clause put a hand in back of her neck and the other hand went through her hair. The sweetness in his eyes turned into anger and hatred. He yanked her hair down so hard that she felt like her hair would come off. His other hand tightened its grip in back of her neck. She whimpered in pain. This was the Clause that her Father didn't know. This was the Clause that no one but her knew.
" Don't think I didn't hear you talking with Claire, Françoise. I heard you alright. I know you don't want to get married with me but guess what? You will get married with me, if you like it or not. And when we are married, you'll do as I please. And your money will come to me. I will manage your money. Do I make myself clear?" He said, firmly.
" What's going on here?" A kind voice asked. She sighed in relief to find that her brother, Jean Paul, had come to her rescue.
He was staring at them bewildered. Jean Paul was practically a male version of herself. He shared the same physical appearance ( Golden like hair, pale skin, etc.) except that he was tall and she was petite. Like Clause, he wore a suit.
" Nothing at all, my friend. We were just discussing a couple of things. Well, I must go now. There a couple of things a have to tend to," Clause said, simply. " Goodbye, my Françoise. Good day, Jean Paul."
He bowed his head slightly and walked over to his carriage, briskly. Françoise sighed and massaged her neck.
" I heard everything," Jean Paul said. He stretched out his arms and he hugged his little sister tightly.
" I don't want to get married, Jean Paul," She said, almost in tears.
" I know but Father wants you to marry Clause," He said. " I had my own suspensions about Clause myself. I'm glad I found out the reason he truly wants to marry you yet not even this evidence will change Father's mind."
" Oh dear," She said softly.
" Miss Arnoul! Miss Arnoul?" Claire called. " Why there you are my dear. Your father wants to see you."
" Of course," Françoise said. Claire bowed slightly and left. " I'll see you."
" Of course, Françoise," He said and nodded.
Françoise bowed her head slightly and walked inside the mansion. She sighed as she walked pass many corridors. She was almost at her Father's office when she felt something hit her head. It hurt so much that she almost fainted.
" My Françoise, are you okay?" She heard her Father's deep voice ask. He helped her to her feet.
" Yes Father," Françoise said, weakly.
She looked around her to see what had hit her when she noticed that nothing had hit her in the first place.
" What happened?" He asked.
" I'm- I'm not sure," Françoise said, bewildered.
" Maybe your corset's too tight, dear," Her Father suggested. He held her hand as he led her inside his office and he helped her sit down, as if she was a delicate China doll.
" Perhaps," She said and shrugged.
" Françoise," He said as he sat down. " I want you to understand that if I want you to get married with Clause, it's because I love you and I want you to be happy, okay?"
" Of course," Françoise said, hiding her sadness.
Her father smiled and the telephone rang. " Darling, I must pick up this call."
" Of course, Father," Françoise said and bowed slightly before she walked out her Father's office.
My happiness does not depend on someone like Clause, she thought stiffly as she closed the door behind her.
Without warning, she felt the strange pain in her head again. She saw strange lights and heard odd sounds as she fell on the floor.
What Françoise didn't know was that this was not a normal fall. She not only fell but she fell through time.
***
100 Years Later...
Today had been a horrible day for Joe Shimamura. The kind handsome young man with chestnut hair that covered one of his crimson eyes and tan skin had had the worse day of his life. Not only did his girlfriend, Janet, break up with him but he also was in danger of being kicked out of the soccer team if he didn't raise his Math grade. France had been harder then he thought. Joe and his family had moved here two months ago because his Father got an excellent job offer. Joe had to leave most of his friends in Tokyo and he hated it.
The consequences of being rich, Joe thought, bitterly.
" Cheer up, Joe," Jet said, punching his shoulder slightly.
It was a bright afternoon after school and they walked home together. Joe hardly paid attention to Jet's conversation and Jet knew why.
" Janet's just a dumb girl," Jet said, and shrugged.
" A pretty dumb girl," Joe said, unhappily.
" She's not too pretty," Jet said.
Jet was right. Janet was cute but not too pretty. She was wild and loved to go to parties. She loved joking around and she was very proud to have a boyfriend like Joe. Or at least she had been. Joe was the most popular boy at school and he was very attractive to all the girls. That's why Janet was criticized a lot for dumping Joe for another sixteen year old boy named Lain.
The cute girl with hazel hair and red eyes had just smiled and said sheepishly, " It just didn't work out between us." And she just walked over to Lain.
Right after that, his coach had called him to his office during lunch and said, " I noticed that your grades are low for Math, champ. Either raise them up or your out of here. That'll be a shame. You're one of our best players. And you're the team's leader. It'll be a shame if your grade doesn't get better. "
Joe had nodded and promised he would improve. He loved soccer and he would hate to give it all up just for a dumb grade in Math. Joe sighed.
" I guess," Joe said. " But I loved her."
" You can't serious!" Jet said.
They walked inside of Ginny's Ice Cream Parlor and took a seat in one of cute round tables.
" Two smoothies," Jet told the waiter. " I never imagined anyone to love Janet. She's just a girl, I mean."
Joe grunted and shrugged. Soon the waiter came with their smoothies. Jet sipped his smoothie until he thought of a magnificent idea.
" Joe! Why don't we explore that one haunted mansion?" Jet asked. " Haunted? You don't honestly think it's really haunted," Joe said, rolling his eyes.
" C'mon, haven't you heard the stories?" Jet said.
" It's just a bunch of rubbish. It's just an old mansion," Joe said. " Nothing special or out of the ordinary."
" Well, let us at least check it out," Jet begged.
" Oh fine," Joe said, rolling his eyes.
" Yes," Jet said. " I always wanted to see what was inside. Maybe we'll find a ghost."
" C'mon," Joe said, rolling his eyes. Joe grabbed his wallet and paid the waiter.
" Let's go then," Jet said, excitedly. They drank the rest of their smoothies before they walked out.
Joe rolled his eyes at Jet's enthusiasm. It's just a dumb mansion, Joe thought. Nothing special.
Of course he was wrong...
***
Back 100 years ago...
" Have you found her?" Mr. Arnoul asked.
" No," Claire panted, out of breath. She had been running all around the mansion looking for young Miss Arnoul.
" Are you sure? Have you looked in the gardens?" He asked, frantically.
" Yes Sir. I've looked everywhere," She said.
Jean Paul ran towards them. He was sweating from running all around town looking for his dear sister. He asked everyone with no luck.
" Did you-" His Father started.
" No Father. I even went inside the Ice Cream Parlor," Jean Paul said.
" What is all the commotion?" A deep voice asked.
Clause came in the living room and joined them all. His ice blue eyes stared at them, bewildered.
" You!" Jean Paul said, grabbing Clause by his collar. Clause raised an eyebrow. " What have you done to Françoise?"
" Now don't be silly, Jean Paul. Clause is incapable of doing anything to Françoise," Mr. Arnoul said. Jean Paul let go of Clause's collar and stared at his Father in disbelief.
" Of course he is! He-"
" I don't know what you're talking about Jean Paul. What has happened to my fiancée?" Clause asked.
" She's missing, Clause," Mr. Arnoul. " My daughter is missing."
" Impossible," Clause said, wide eyed.
" We can't find her, Sir. We have looked everywhere," Claire said. The young eighteen year old girl with short black hair and bright green eyes stared at Clause, afraid. She played with the end of the white apron she wore over her short black dress, sheepishly. She was afraid of Clause's eyes.
" You speak when you are spoken to," Clause said, firmly.
" Now, Clause, that is no way to speak to a lady," Jean Paul said. " You respect Claire."
Clause laughed, incredulously. Claire a lady? He thought. She only wishes. He rolled his eyes.
" Now," Clause said. " We must phone the police immediately and set up a search for my fiancée at once."
" I agree," Mr. Arnoul said and Jean Paul nodded.
" Well," Clause said. " Let us phone the police."
Clause was afraid. He was afraid for Françoise's safety. Not because he loved her of course. That idea was preposterous. It was because if she was to be killed or any harm done to her, he wouldn't be able to get married with her and have her money. He just wanted her money, that was all. That was why he must find her safe and sound or else..
***
100 Years Later..
" This is silly Jet! We're trespassing!" Joe said, as they jumped over the gate.
" No we're not," Jet said, grinning.
Joe gulped as they got closer to the mansion. There was a lot of land around the mansion and there were dead, black plants everywhere. All of the trees were almost dead and moss covered most of them. There was no grass and the land was dry and black. The mansion was dirty and it had graffiti all over it. The fine windows were all broken and vandalized. The oak door was dirty.
It was also locked. The fine marble that was used to make the mansion was brown in some places and black in other places. It was sad to see such an amazing mansion destroyed by time and humans.
" Damn, it's locked," Jet said, annoyed.
" I guess we should be heading home then," Joe said, happily. Joe was about to turn back when Jet grabbed him by the shoulder.
" Oh no you don't! We'll get in through the window," Jet said.
" Don't you think it's vandalized enough?" Joe said, as Jet grabbed a large rock.
" Nah," Jet said and threw the rock at one of the windows. It instantly shattered to pieces and Jet smiled in triumph. " Let's go."
Jet crawled up the window and Joe, wincing, crawled up after him. Jet let a low wolf whistle escape his lips and a loud echo was heard after.
" Whoa, look at all of this," Jet said, amazed.
" Wow," Joe said.
Though old and dusty, there was a lot of furniture, chandeliers, candles, portraits, rugs, and so much more. It was amazing. Joe started to imagine how this wonderful mansion looked like 100 years ago. How beautiful and luxurious it must have been. How fortunate the family was to live here! He wondered who they were.
They walked pass many corridors, admiring every bit of it. They caressed the portraits and walls, their hands getting all dusty. They were startled when they almost tripped over something quite large.
" What the-" Jet started but when he noticed what they almost tripped over, he turned pale.
" Oh my God," Joe said, under his breath.
What they found was a young fifteen year old girl with fine golden like hair and pale skin. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she wore fancy old fashioned clothing. Joe examined the girl. She was so beautiful! Such a beauty.
Who was this girl dressed so beautifully? He thought.
Who was this angelic girl?
Who was this sleeping beauty?
" Can it be-" Jet started. " No, it can't."
" What?" Joe asked.
Joe kneeled next to the girl so he could examine her a little bit more. Jet bit his lip and he took a deep breath.
" Joe, remember when we studied old France?" Jet asked.
" Of course," Joe replied.
" Well, remember we studied a certain family that was supposed to be the owners of this mansion?" He asked.
" Yes, the Arnoul-" Joe said. " You don't think-"
" It's possible," Jet said.
" Not it's not," Joe said.
" Then who can this girl be, I wonder," Jet said, rolling his eyes. Joe caressed her cheek, to make sure she was real.
" Can this girl be Françoise Arnoul?" Joe said, more to himself then to Jet.
At the sound of her name, the girl's eyes fluttered open. The boys froze.
" I am Françoise Arnoul," The girl said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
" NOT EVEN TIME CAN CHANGE TRUE LOVE."
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AN:
You don't think that was a cliffhanger right? It can't be neither. What you guys think of this first chapter? This story is my next big project now that both A Painful Past Fanfiction One: The Sea and Summer Passions will end shortly. I think I'll write three more chapters for A Painful Past and four or three for Summer Passions. Like A Painful Past, this story will also be short but I'll try to make up new ideas to write about. Please review when you have the time and I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of Once Upon a Romance.
--SDA 009
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" NOT EVEN TIME CAN CHANGE TRUE LOVE."
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Once Upon A Romance
By: Sweet Dark Angel 009
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Cyborg 009 in any way. My fanfiction, once again, is based on a book from Caroline B. Cooney ( My favorite female author) called Both Sides of Time, a work of art. The plot is similar but like my other fanfiction, I changed a lot of it.
AN:
Yet another story written by me based on one of Caroline B. Cooney's books. I hope you enjoy this romance. Do review when you have the time.
Enjoy,
SDA 009
Chapter One
The Calling
100 years ago...
It was a sunny bright morning in the rich French community where a tall marble mansion stood that a sweet, pretty girl with golden like hair and ocean blue eyes walked back and forth in the garden with many roses, flowers, and trees. She mumbled things to herself and jumped when a maid named Claire touched her shoulder.
" Claire," She said, in relief. " You frightened me."
" So sorry Miss Arnoul," Claire apologized. " You were worrying me. You haven't eaten breakfast and you've just been walking around the garden talking to yourself. Is there something wrong?"
" Sadly, yes. My Father is talking to Clause about our marriage," She said.
" Oh fancy that!" Claire chirped, happily. " Clause is an excellent handsome man! He's any girls dream! He's a good man, Françoise!"
" I know but I'm only fifteen! I don't want to think of things like marriage at such an age!" Françoise complained.
" Oh but Miss Arnoul you won't be married to him just yet. In couple of years, yes, but don't worry," Claire said, happily.
" But you must agree that we're too young!" Françoise said.
" Why yes, you two are so young! Especially you Miss! You're fifteen! He's seventeen but in no time he'll be eighteen! He may want to get married right after that," Claire said.
Françoise almost burst into tears at the thought. She didn't love him. If there was one thing she wanted in marriage, that was love. But she most certainly won't be having love in this marriage that's only for money, publicity, and pride. There certainly was no love in this time.
" Claire, may I speak to Françoise?" A deep voice asked. Françoise almost trembled at the thought of being alone with Clause.
" Of course Sir," Claire replied and bowed slightly before she hurried inside the mansion.
" You look stunning today, Françoise," He complimented.
In this century, woman still wore expensive gowns made of fine silk or any other beautiful material. Corsets were in fashion and it was highly feminine to faint once in a while. As much as she hated corsets, she was acquired to wear them. The dress she wore today was a light beige and white dress that was rather tight and puffy on her and made of fine silk and other fine soft materials. She wore white silk gloves and a fancy hat. Fine golden curls tumbled below her hat and made her look as beautiful as a bride.
" Why thank you," Françoise said, quietly.
He smiled. He wore a fine suit, the kind that made him look older then he really was. He had fine black hair and ice blue eyes. He was a tall seventeen year old boy with pale skin and a deep voice. He had the habit to act older then he was and what people didn't know, was that the only reason he acted older was to cover his lack of maturity.
Françoise dreamed of romance. A handsome boy that loved her for who she was not for her youth, beauty, and especially, money. Though it was pretty obvious that she would NEVER find a boy like that. She may never meet her prince charming. That brought tears to her eyes.
Clause put a hand in back of her neck and the other hand went through her hair. The sweetness in his eyes turned into anger and hatred. He yanked her hair down so hard that she felt like her hair would come off. His other hand tightened its grip in back of her neck. She whimpered in pain. This was the Clause that her Father didn't know. This was the Clause that no one but her knew.
" Don't think I didn't hear you talking with Claire, Françoise. I heard you alright. I know you don't want to get married with me but guess what? You will get married with me, if you like it or not. And when we are married, you'll do as I please. And your money will come to me. I will manage your money. Do I make myself clear?" He said, firmly.
" What's going on here?" A kind voice asked. She sighed in relief to find that her brother, Jean Paul, had come to her rescue.
He was staring at them bewildered. Jean Paul was practically a male version of herself. He shared the same physical appearance ( Golden like hair, pale skin, etc.) except that he was tall and she was petite. Like Clause, he wore a suit.
" Nothing at all, my friend. We were just discussing a couple of things. Well, I must go now. There a couple of things a have to tend to," Clause said, simply. " Goodbye, my Françoise. Good day, Jean Paul."
He bowed his head slightly and walked over to his carriage, briskly. Françoise sighed and massaged her neck.
" I heard everything," Jean Paul said. He stretched out his arms and he hugged his little sister tightly.
" I don't want to get married, Jean Paul," She said, almost in tears.
" I know but Father wants you to marry Clause," He said. " I had my own suspensions about Clause myself. I'm glad I found out the reason he truly wants to marry you yet not even this evidence will change Father's mind."
" Oh dear," She said softly.
" Miss Arnoul! Miss Arnoul?" Claire called. " Why there you are my dear. Your father wants to see you."
" Of course," Françoise said. Claire bowed slightly and left. " I'll see you."
" Of course, Françoise," He said and nodded.
Françoise bowed her head slightly and walked inside the mansion. She sighed as she walked pass many corridors. She was almost at her Father's office when she felt something hit her head. It hurt so much that she almost fainted.
" My Françoise, are you okay?" She heard her Father's deep voice ask. He helped her to her feet.
" Yes Father," Françoise said, weakly.
She looked around her to see what had hit her when she noticed that nothing had hit her in the first place.
" What happened?" He asked.
" I'm- I'm not sure," Françoise said, bewildered.
" Maybe your corset's too tight, dear," Her Father suggested. He held her hand as he led her inside his office and he helped her sit down, as if she was a delicate China doll.
" Perhaps," She said and shrugged.
" Françoise," He said as he sat down. " I want you to understand that if I want you to get married with Clause, it's because I love you and I want you to be happy, okay?"
" Of course," Françoise said, hiding her sadness.
Her father smiled and the telephone rang. " Darling, I must pick up this call."
" Of course, Father," Françoise said and bowed slightly before she walked out her Father's office.
My happiness does not depend on someone like Clause, she thought stiffly as she closed the door behind her.
Without warning, she felt the strange pain in her head again. She saw strange lights and heard odd sounds as she fell on the floor.
What Françoise didn't know was that this was not a normal fall. She not only fell but she fell through time.
***
100 Years Later...
Today had been a horrible day for Joe Shimamura. The kind handsome young man with chestnut hair that covered one of his crimson eyes and tan skin had had the worse day of his life. Not only did his girlfriend, Janet, break up with him but he also was in danger of being kicked out of the soccer team if he didn't raise his Math grade. France had been harder then he thought. Joe and his family had moved here two months ago because his Father got an excellent job offer. Joe had to leave most of his friends in Tokyo and he hated it.
The consequences of being rich, Joe thought, bitterly.
" Cheer up, Joe," Jet said, punching his shoulder slightly.
It was a bright afternoon after school and they walked home together. Joe hardly paid attention to Jet's conversation and Jet knew why.
" Janet's just a dumb girl," Jet said, and shrugged.
" A pretty dumb girl," Joe said, unhappily.
" She's not too pretty," Jet said.
Jet was right. Janet was cute but not too pretty. She was wild and loved to go to parties. She loved joking around and she was very proud to have a boyfriend like Joe. Or at least she had been. Joe was the most popular boy at school and he was very attractive to all the girls. That's why Janet was criticized a lot for dumping Joe for another sixteen year old boy named Lain.
The cute girl with hazel hair and red eyes had just smiled and said sheepishly, " It just didn't work out between us." And she just walked over to Lain.
Right after that, his coach had called him to his office during lunch and said, " I noticed that your grades are low for Math, champ. Either raise them up or your out of here. That'll be a shame. You're one of our best players. And you're the team's leader. It'll be a shame if your grade doesn't get better. "
Joe had nodded and promised he would improve. He loved soccer and he would hate to give it all up just for a dumb grade in Math. Joe sighed.
" I guess," Joe said. " But I loved her."
" You can't serious!" Jet said.
They walked inside of Ginny's Ice Cream Parlor and took a seat in one of cute round tables.
" Two smoothies," Jet told the waiter. " I never imagined anyone to love Janet. She's just a girl, I mean."
Joe grunted and shrugged. Soon the waiter came with their smoothies. Jet sipped his smoothie until he thought of a magnificent idea.
" Joe! Why don't we explore that one haunted mansion?" Jet asked. " Haunted? You don't honestly think it's really haunted," Joe said, rolling his eyes.
" C'mon, haven't you heard the stories?" Jet said.
" It's just a bunch of rubbish. It's just an old mansion," Joe said. " Nothing special or out of the ordinary."
" Well, let us at least check it out," Jet begged.
" Oh fine," Joe said, rolling his eyes.
" Yes," Jet said. " I always wanted to see what was inside. Maybe we'll find a ghost."
" C'mon," Joe said, rolling his eyes. Joe grabbed his wallet and paid the waiter.
" Let's go then," Jet said, excitedly. They drank the rest of their smoothies before they walked out.
Joe rolled his eyes at Jet's enthusiasm. It's just a dumb mansion, Joe thought. Nothing special.
Of course he was wrong...
***
Back 100 years ago...
" Have you found her?" Mr. Arnoul asked.
" No," Claire panted, out of breath. She had been running all around the mansion looking for young Miss Arnoul.
" Are you sure? Have you looked in the gardens?" He asked, frantically.
" Yes Sir. I've looked everywhere," She said.
Jean Paul ran towards them. He was sweating from running all around town looking for his dear sister. He asked everyone with no luck.
" Did you-" His Father started.
" No Father. I even went inside the Ice Cream Parlor," Jean Paul said.
" What is all the commotion?" A deep voice asked.
Clause came in the living room and joined them all. His ice blue eyes stared at them, bewildered.
" You!" Jean Paul said, grabbing Clause by his collar. Clause raised an eyebrow. " What have you done to Françoise?"
" Now don't be silly, Jean Paul. Clause is incapable of doing anything to Françoise," Mr. Arnoul said. Jean Paul let go of Clause's collar and stared at his Father in disbelief.
" Of course he is! He-"
" I don't know what you're talking about Jean Paul. What has happened to my fiancée?" Clause asked.
" She's missing, Clause," Mr. Arnoul. " My daughter is missing."
" Impossible," Clause said, wide eyed.
" We can't find her, Sir. We have looked everywhere," Claire said. The young eighteen year old girl with short black hair and bright green eyes stared at Clause, afraid. She played with the end of the white apron she wore over her short black dress, sheepishly. She was afraid of Clause's eyes.
" You speak when you are spoken to," Clause said, firmly.
" Now, Clause, that is no way to speak to a lady," Jean Paul said. " You respect Claire."
Clause laughed, incredulously. Claire a lady? He thought. She only wishes. He rolled his eyes.
" Now," Clause said. " We must phone the police immediately and set up a search for my fiancée at once."
" I agree," Mr. Arnoul said and Jean Paul nodded.
" Well," Clause said. " Let us phone the police."
Clause was afraid. He was afraid for Françoise's safety. Not because he loved her of course. That idea was preposterous. It was because if she was to be killed or any harm done to her, he wouldn't be able to get married with her and have her money. He just wanted her money, that was all. That was why he must find her safe and sound or else..
***
100 Years Later..
" This is silly Jet! We're trespassing!" Joe said, as they jumped over the gate.
" No we're not," Jet said, grinning.
Joe gulped as they got closer to the mansion. There was a lot of land around the mansion and there were dead, black plants everywhere. All of the trees were almost dead and moss covered most of them. There was no grass and the land was dry and black. The mansion was dirty and it had graffiti all over it. The fine windows were all broken and vandalized. The oak door was dirty.
It was also locked. The fine marble that was used to make the mansion was brown in some places and black in other places. It was sad to see such an amazing mansion destroyed by time and humans.
" Damn, it's locked," Jet said, annoyed.
" I guess we should be heading home then," Joe said, happily. Joe was about to turn back when Jet grabbed him by the shoulder.
" Oh no you don't! We'll get in through the window," Jet said.
" Don't you think it's vandalized enough?" Joe said, as Jet grabbed a large rock.
" Nah," Jet said and threw the rock at one of the windows. It instantly shattered to pieces and Jet smiled in triumph. " Let's go."
Jet crawled up the window and Joe, wincing, crawled up after him. Jet let a low wolf whistle escape his lips and a loud echo was heard after.
" Whoa, look at all of this," Jet said, amazed.
" Wow," Joe said.
Though old and dusty, there was a lot of furniture, chandeliers, candles, portraits, rugs, and so much more. It was amazing. Joe started to imagine how this wonderful mansion looked like 100 years ago. How beautiful and luxurious it must have been. How fortunate the family was to live here! He wondered who they were.
They walked pass many corridors, admiring every bit of it. They caressed the portraits and walls, their hands getting all dusty. They were startled when they almost tripped over something quite large.
" What the-" Jet started but when he noticed what they almost tripped over, he turned pale.
" Oh my God," Joe said, under his breath.
What they found was a young fifteen year old girl with fine golden like hair and pale skin. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she wore fancy old fashioned clothing. Joe examined the girl. She was so beautiful! Such a beauty.
Who was this girl dressed so beautifully? He thought.
Who was this angelic girl?
Who was this sleeping beauty?
" Can it be-" Jet started. " No, it can't."
" What?" Joe asked.
Joe kneeled next to the girl so he could examine her a little bit more. Jet bit his lip and he took a deep breath.
" Joe, remember when we studied old France?" Jet asked.
" Of course," Joe replied.
" Well, remember we studied a certain family that was supposed to be the owners of this mansion?" He asked.
" Yes, the Arnoul-" Joe said. " You don't think-"
" It's possible," Jet said.
" Not it's not," Joe said.
" Then who can this girl be, I wonder," Jet said, rolling his eyes. Joe caressed her cheek, to make sure she was real.
" Can this girl be Françoise Arnoul?" Joe said, more to himself then to Jet.
At the sound of her name, the girl's eyes fluttered open. The boys froze.
" I am Françoise Arnoul," The girl said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
" NOT EVEN TIME CAN CHANGE TRUE LOVE."
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AN:
You don't think that was a cliffhanger right? It can't be neither. What you guys think of this first chapter? This story is my next big project now that both A Painful Past Fanfiction One: The Sea and Summer Passions will end shortly. I think I'll write three more chapters for A Painful Past and four or three for Summer Passions. Like A Painful Past, this story will also be short but I'll try to make up new ideas to write about. Please review when you have the time and I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of Once Upon a Romance.
--SDA 009
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" NOT EVEN TIME CAN CHANGE TRUE LOVE."
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