The new story! Completely different from how it was posted. Heck, even a different name! Same female character though. Kinda. Review!
I stood there by the door, numb.
At least, I saw myself at the door, but different. Instead of my wavy blonde hair there laid ebony curls, blue eyes instead of my cat like yellow. And don't get me started on the dress.
"What?" I heard myself (well, her) say, so softly I could barely hear myself. I felt like I was glued to the spot outside my fathers, no, this girl's fathers study.
"So as I was saying" I heard a voice roar, his voice giving a way he'd had a few to drink. "Jolly good idea of Miss Peirce's and yours Giuseppe, setting up that meeting in the woods. I thought my Victoire would never get married and, no offence, your boy either. Both too wild and brash for such a thing I thought. But, making them think it was their own idea…ingenious!"
Victoire. That's her name.
"Exactly my thoughts Mathew." I heard the man I gather as Giuseppe say, pride evident in his voice "This marriage will finally bring an end to that though, I'm certain of it. I think, with a bit of marital living, they may actually break each other's spirits enough to give us eligible, and hopefully sensible enough heir to our estates."
"We could always step in if needed though." the girl's father mused "Pay for private schooling or a governess at an early age if things go array. I doubt at times my daughter owns any maternal instinct or self governance."
I felt anger rise in me. Who was he to judge that? Poor girl. To first find you've been set up, then your maternal instincts questioned? I'd have gone in and slapped his face!
"I view the same of my son. I'd rather my Stefan had caught by your daughter's attention, he'd have tamed her more efficiently I'm sure. But, he seems to want Miss Peirce. I do worry though," Mr Giuseppe drawled "That my Damon wants BOTH at times. But I'm certain that will fade. Or if not, he'll have enough sense to be discreet."
I watched as the girl/my lookalike finally found the power to move, walk slowly up the stairs to (what i guess was) her room and glare into the mirror at her reflection, who looked close to crying. I wanted to be able to hug her, tell her everything would be ok. But i knew i couldn't. But mostly? i wanted to punch this Damon bloke in the face. CHEATING on your fiancee? Pathetic.
"Stop it" I told the girl, my heart breaking a little bit more for her after focusing on her tear stained face. "Your being weak, your not weak!"
But instead of my English accent, Victoire opened her mouth and she said it, a southern belle accent coming out.
Freaky.
I turned my back to the mirror, only to face a wedding dress that was hanging in her open wardrobe.
I recognised it instantly.
I hated that dress, but my mother said I had to wear it if I got married, that it was my mother's family tradition for the women of her line to wear the ugly, pompous thing.
My mother's family origins came from a French aristocratic family that escaped the revolution. Her family had seen it coming and sent themselves and all their wealth to foreign lands. It's usually around that time in her family history rant I start day dreaming. I know it roughly ends on how her family would be so disappointed in my behaviour to whoever I was rude to.
The dress was too fine, to elaborate. Totally inappropriate for m… A sudden bleeping sound echoed the room and, as usual, the room slowly started to melt away till I was left in complete darkness.
I woke with a start, my breathing laboured.
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Fan-tucking-fastic, my first full nights sleep in Mystic Falls, and I get a nightmare...
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