Before you start reading this story, let me explain just why it's on here. "Once in a Blood Moon" was originally published on my FictionPress account, but due to technical errors and not receiving any reply from the site's support team, I got fed up with it and am now publishing it here. The story is kind of a hybrid of sorts: not using copyrighted characters and themes enough to be considered FanFiction, but also not original (using lyrics and ideas and such from copyrighted or well-known sources) enough to be considered a completely original piece of work. After writing "A Servant of Love" (a Wicked Gelphie story), Denpa Wave Chick Saki and I, were inspired to make our own, more original, version of the couple in a new story. The two main characters are roommates, complete opposites really, who are stuck together, not only because of their room, but due to the fact that they are the only people the other could live with without having the fear of their secrets getting out. One of them is a vampire, and the other is a werewolf. Their two species being locked in a neverending feud, Kristianna Chatagnier and Ashelin Valente aren't any different from the rest of their kind, and sparks are bound to fly.
Kristianna (aka Kristi), the vampire, was inspired by Galinda. Just as I wrote the parts of Galinda in "Servant of Love," I also write the Kristi parts in "Once in a Blood Moon." Kristi is a slightly more...morose character than the bubbly Galinda, but writing such a happy character constantly can get a little tiring, so I decided to switch it up a little :) Denpa wrote the Elphaba parts and now she also writes the Ashelin (aka Ash) parts. Ash is the werewolf of the story who is very much like Elphaba. She just has a little less...what's the word?...self-restraint. Lol. The two girls come very different and complex backgrounds, and everything will be explained in time. I promise it will be. As with "Servant of Love" there will be mature content, and it will deserve it's "Mature" rating. And since it was inspired by Gelphie, there will be, of course, lesbian content some time in the story's future. So DO NOT read if you are one of those narrow-minded people. You have been warned.
So without any further ado... "Denpa Wave Chick Saki" co-wrote this with me. Enjoy!
When Ashelin went to dress herself that morning, she was a little dismayed to find that the drawer that had once held her shirts was now half-filled with scraps of fabric instead. The brunette set her jaw, as she tried to remain calm. It didn't work. "KRISTI!"
The blonde in question sauntered out of the bathroom. "You called, Ashelin?" She sat down on her bed to brush through her hair.
"What is this?" Ash shouted, throwing a handful of the scraps at her roommate. "You went through my clothes again? I just bought these last week!"
Kristi flicked the scraps off of her. "Perhaps if you didn't buy such horrible clothes, I wouldn't have to destroy them all the time."
"It's all I can afford! Stop going through my stuff, and mind your own goddamn business!" Ash turned back to the drawer and managed to find one shirt that was still intact. She stripped off her night shirt and slipped the new one on. "I cannot wait until next semester when I can switch rooms and be away from you."
"Oh, really? Have fun trying to hide your little secret from a new roommate. You're lucky you got me to begin with."
Ash paused, her fists clenching, but she forced herself to relax. "It's not that hard to hide...at least I don't carry the scent of death with me everywhere I go, unlike some people."
"A smell is easy to hide. However, it will be a little difficult to explain why you start growing fur and a snout at times. That is a tad more obvious."
"It doesn't happen that often! And maybe if I didn't have to deal with you and your random cravings, I wouldn't get stressed or angry, therefore, I wouldn't change!"
Kristi rolled her eyes. "Sure. Blame it all on me. Your kind have always been known to have short tempers. This is not my fault."
"I WOULDN'T LOSE MY TEMPER IF YOU WOULD STOP BITING ME, YOU BLOOD-SUCKING PARASITE!"
The blonde slowly turned to glare at her, her grey eyes flashing silver in anger. "Don't you dare call me the parasite, when you and your kind have been a plague to my people for centuries," she growled.
Ash grinned slightly, knowing she'd hit a nerve now. "Oh really? At least we can survive on our own. You need people to feed off of. You survive off of the pain and blood of others. Who is the plaguing parasite now?"
"We aren't parasites. We're predators." Kristi began to slowly stalk around the room, eyeing Ash's rushing pulse in her neck. She licked her lips, as her fangs elongated. "We feed on the weak."
Ash knew that look, and she didn't like it. "Kristi, don't you dare. I have class in fifteen minutes, and I don't have time to be your meal." She backed towards the door, feeling for the handle. The blonde lunged at the werewolf, throwing her to the ground and burying her fangs deep into her neck. "NO!" Ash let out a gasp of pain, and she desperately tried to push Kristi off, feeling her fur ripple across her body. "Kristi...get off!" she growled, feeling her canines start to grow.
Kristi bit down harder, relishing in the taste of Ash's blood flowing down her throat. She tightened her grip on the werewolf's arms, keeping her pinned down. Ash felt her limbs begin to elongate, and she let out a cry of pain. She brought her legs up, and after she managed to get them under Kristi, she shoved the vampire away with a yell, feeling a good chunk of skin being torn from her neck. The blonde slid down into a crouch, baring her fangs at the werewolf. She wiped the blood dripping from her mouth, licking it from her fingers.
Ash rolled onto her stomach, coughing a few times before she looked at the vampire. "You're fucking insane!" She staggered to her feet, leaning heavily against the wall, as she focused on halting her transformation.
"And you're fucking delicious." Kristi lunged at her again, latching on to the open wound on her neck.
The lycan let out another yell of pain, and, even though she fought it, she felt her werewolf side take over and the transformation finished. On all fours now, Ash tossed her head, slamming Kristi into the wall. She pinned her there with one paw before tearing herself away again, opening the wound further. The lycan backed up with a growl, her blood dripping off her fur and onto the floor. Kristi couldn't tear her gaze away from the heavy flow of blood. She licked her lips again. Ash growled at Kristi, moving down into a pouncing position, ready if the vampire tried to jump her again.
Right when the blonde was about to pounce again, she was snapped out of her bloodlust by a knock on the door. Kristi sniffed the air, recognizing the smell of her boyfriend. She quickly gave a fake lunge towards Ash before feinting to her other side and throwing her onto the ground. She gave one last lick across the wound, growling in her ear. "You can't fight against me and win, Ashelin. I'm the predator here. You're just the prey." The blonde used one of the scraps of Ash's old clothes to wipe the last of the blood from her mouth. Kristi flounced over to the door and opened it for her boyfriend with a grin. "Hey, baby."
Eric glanced behind the blonde, seeing the bloody werewolf on the floor. He pushed Kristi up against the wall with a grin. "Hello to you too, gorgeous." He leaned down to give her a deep kiss, pulling away breathless a few moments later. "Mmm you're so hot when you go all vampire..."
Kristi's eyes flashed silver again, this time in lust. She licked her lips. "And you're just hot all the time."
After letting his hands roam over the vampire's body, he slowly pulled away. "Let's go get dinner, so we can go to my place after." Kristi gave a grin and nodded. She went back into the room to grab her purse, giving Ash's body a kick on her way out.
Ash lay on the floor, gasping for air and focusing on changing back into her human form. Her clothes had ripped to shreds from changing, and she tore the scraps from her body angrily. The lycan slowly got to her feet and made her way into the bathroom, where she used a wet washcloth to clean the blood from her body. The wound in her neck would heal quickly enough, but Ash still covered it with a bandage, if only to keep others from panicking, should they see it. She left the bathroom and put on a new outfit, glancing at the clock. "Shit, I'm late." Ash grabbed her bag and bolted from the room.
It was, overall, a typical evening.
Ash unlocked the door and entered the room, kicking the door closed behind her. She figured that Kristi was still with her boyfriend, which meant she would have the room all to herself tonight. The lycan kicked off her shoes before she leapt onto the small couch and turned on the TV, opening the paper bag in her lap. Her mouth practically watered at the scent of the steak inside, and she pulled it out, not even bothering to use a plate or fork before she sank her teeth into the meat. Her phone suddenly beeped at her, and Ash dug around in her pocket for it, looking at the caller ID. She growled, as she flipped it open. "What the fuck do you want, Kristi?"
"What are you doing, Ashelin?"
"Eating and watching TV and about to hang up on you."
The blonde walked through the door at that moment, flipping her phone shut. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't too busy, so we could continue what we were doing before we were interrupted earlier." Before Ash could react, the blonde was leaning over the back of the couch. She ripped off the bandage from her neck and buried her fangs into her.
"Fuck Kristi!" Ash grabbed the blonde by the back of her neck and threw her over her shoulder, slamming her back into the floor and tearing her neck loose. "Can't you ever give me a goddamn break?"
The vampire rolled up into a crouch. "If you weren't the dog that you are, this wouldn't happen!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ash stood up angrily and moved to retrieve her fallen steak. "And here I actually thought I could relax tonight..."
"You are the only person around here who I can feed on without having to worry about killing you."
"You know what?" Ash whipped to face her angrily. "If I let you have your goddamn meal, will you please leave me alone for the rest of the night?"
"YES!"
"Fine." Ash moved to sit on the couch and braced herself. "All right. Just...do it." The blonde waited until she saw Ash beginning to relax before she bit into her again. Ash let out a cry, and she gripped the couch cushion tightly, as she felt the blonde take her blood. Her body jerked once or twice under the vampire, and Ash kept her eyes closed tightly, just hoping Kristi would finish soon.
Kristi drank deeply. When she finished, she roughly pushed the werewolf away. "I'm done." She wiped the blood from her mouth and walked back out the door. The blonde grinned at Eric, who was leaning against the wall outside, and grabbed his hand, pulling him away. "Let's go have some fun, Eric."
Ash lay on her side, trying to keep herself awake. Finally, she just gave up and fell asleep, blood trickling from her wound slowly. It was early the next morning, when Ash woke with a start. She groaned, as she sat up, her neck feeling sore. "Goddamn it Kristi..." The lycan stood shakily, already formulating her revenge for the blonde as she made her way into the bedroom. All she needed was for her roommate to come home...
Kristi stayed at Eric's apartment all night, finally returning to her room around midday. The blonde pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and went inside, heading straight for the shower. Ash was lying on her bed, reading a text book and twirling a highlighter in her hand. She didn't look up at the blonde as she passed, but smiled slightly to herself as Kristi did exactly what she had predicted. The blonde went into the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes, turning the shower on.
"How was the date? Did you finally kill that jackass?" Ash called, trying to distract the blonde and hoping Kristi would just move out of habit.
"I would much prefer to kill you than him." Kristi ignored her after that and stepped into the shower, letting the water pour down her body. When the blonde reached for the bar of soap, she thought she smelled something odd. But the water quickly washed it away, so she ignored it. As soon as she started to rub it on herself, however, the smell returned. Kristi slowly brought the bar of soap up to her nose to sniff it, quickly holding it away from herself. "ASHELIN!" The blonde clenched her fist in anger, crushing the soap in the process and releasing the full extent of its smell. Kristi gagged, as the stench of garlic burned her nose and forced bloody tears to her eyes. She quickly wiped the soap from her hand before stumbling out of the shower coughing.
Ash ducked behind her book, trying to hide her laughter. "Did someone call for me?" She quickly reached under her bed, pulling out a water balloon. She knew Kristi was still recoiling from the garlic, so she took the opportunity to throw the balloon at Kristi's head, watching as it broke on contact, dousing the vampire's hair and face in blue hair dye.
The blonde froze, shaking in fury. "You. Are. Dead."
"Perhaps." Ash went for her last trick, grabbing a tin canister of flour and throwing it onto the blonde, watching it create a large cloud in the process. "But now I'm gone!" She turned and bolted from the bedroom, laughing. Kristi followed her easily, using her sensitive hearing to track her. She pinned the werewolf up against the wall by her neck, glaring up at her with silver eyes. The lycan clawed at Kristi's arm, gasping for air. "You...deserved it!" she managed to get out.
The blonde ignored the scratches Ash was making on her arms, but she was unable to hold back a bloody tear from streaming down her face. The garlic still burned her nose horribly. "I don't care."
Ash proceeded to kick the blonde. "At least...my tricks...were harmless! That's more...than you can say!"
Kristi didn't budge. "Harmless? HARMLESS? My fucking nose feels like it's been set on fire, and I'm losing vision in one eye! YOU CALL THAT HARMLESS!" She slammed the werewolf back against the wall.
Ash clenched her teeth, as spots danced before her eyes. "Not my...fucking problem!"
"Well, you're going to pay for it." Her grip on Ash's throat tightened. She knew that when fantasies of literally ripping the werewolf's head off began to drift through her mind, she needed to stop herself. She reluctantly let go of Ash, watching her drop to the floor, and backed away. "Get the fuck out before I kill you for good."
Ash fell to the floor, coughing before taking a few deep breaths. She glared up at Kristi. "I dare you!" she shouted before she tackled the vampire to the floor, burying her canines into the soft part of the blonde's throat. Kristi would have avoided her, but the brunette had come at her from the side she was currently blind on. The blonde struggled underneath, crying out in pain at the bite. Ash slammed her fist into the side of Kristi's head, forcing her canines loose. The lycan sat up, spitting the blonde's blood from her mouth. "How do you like it?" she growled.
The vampire shakily got to her feet. "You bitch." She lunged at Ash, but couldn't see very well, so she ended up completely missing her, crashing into the wall instead. The blonde slid down to the floor, clutching at her throat. "Get out."
Ash watched with some satisfaction, but as she turned away, she felt somewhat...no, no she couldn't feel bad for Kristi! The blonde made her life a living hell! Still...Ash moved into the bathroom and returned, throwing a wet washcloth at the vampire. "Wipe your eyes. You'll be fine," she spat before she retreated into the bedroom, picking up her book again. The blonde curled up, leaning her head back against the wall and laying the wet towel over her eyes. Ash passed by a few minutes later, wearing workout clothes. "I'm going to the gym. While I'm gone, you can sit there and think about what you did and why it was wrong," she said, before she left.
"Bitch," she muttered under her breath. A few minutes later, Kristi heard her phone ringing. She moved into the bedroom and took it out of her purse, flipping it open. "Hello, Klaus. There's no need to worry. It was just my my chienne of a roommate." She nodded her head. "Yes, I'll talk to you another time. Au revoir, Klaus." The blonde shut her phone with a sigh, moving into the bathroom to take an uninterrupted shower.
Ash made it to the gym without incident and decided to start by running a few laps on the track. A few turned into a mile, which turned into two, and after four, Ash lost count. Running helped her blow off steam, and at the moment, she had quite a lot of it. Finally, she came to a stop, leaning against the fence in a stretch.
Back in the room, Ash's phone beeped, alerting its absent owner that it currently had a text.
When Kristi got out of the shower, she was feeling much better than she had before Her vision was back to normal, and her nose had almost stopped burning. She heard the beeping of Ash's phone and went to pick it up, looking at the screen.
"Holy shit, it's the pope," the text read, with a winking smiley face at the end.
The blonde replied, "Beth, Ashelin isn't here. This is Kristi."
"Oh...heeeyyyy. That's cool too. Needed to talk to you anyway about the musical. We may have a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"We lost our Erik to laryngitis :/"
"What?"
"I know. It sucks balls. Unless we find someone else, I dunno what we're gonna do."
"Well, keep your eye out for somebody. We need to find a new Erik asap."
"Maybe you should ask Ash. She looks the part lolz. Oh, don't tell her I said that!"
The blonde grinned to herself. "Oh yeah lol. I won't tell her ;)"
"K thanks. See you at rehearsal later. Hopefully we find someone!"
"Yeah. I'll look around. C u later."
"What are you doing with my phone?" Ash asked as she entered the room, her eyes narrowing.
Kristi quickly deleted the conversation with Bethany. "Beth was texting me, but my phone died, so she texted me on yours." The blonde shrugged, tossing Ash's phone back to her.
The lycan caught it clumsily. "I don't understand how she manages to be friends with both of us. The woman is insane."
Kristi went into the closet to pick an outfit for the day. "Well, it's obvious that she must suffer from temporary brain lapses. Why else would she hang out with you?"
"Fuck you, Kristi." Ash flopped down on the couch as she stripped off her sweat-soaked shirt and tossed it onto the floor. She laid her head back with a sigh. "How long are you going to stay out?"
"For as long as I feel like it. You don't own me. I don't have to tell you anything."
"Well good. Don't come back. It'll be nice to actually be free from the smell of something that's been dead in a car trunk for a week."
"It's better than smelling like a wet dog."
"Only when I'm actually wet. You smell all the time."
"And you always smell like a disgusting dog."
"People like dogs. People don't like dead bodies. That's why they bury them." Ash rolled onto her side. "Aww, couldn't get all the hair dye out?"
Kristi pulled on her hat, tucking her discolored hair underneath it. "Where do you think I'm going right now?"
"How many fucks do I give? Oh, that's right: none."
"Oh you'll care when you wake up one morning completely bald."
"Go ahead. It'll grow back in a day. Werewolf, remember?"
"Whatever." Without another word, the blonde walked out the door, grabbing her purse on the way out.
"Make sure nothing laid eggs in there!" Ash called after her. Kristi growled under her breath, walking down and sliding into her car. The werewolf moved to turn on her video game system, settling down for the afternoon.
The blonde parked her car on the street, getting out and walking into the beauty parlor. She was greeted by a very enthusiastic man calling her from across the room. He rushed towards her, pulling her into a hug and kissing both of her cheeks. "Kristianna, it has been far too long, my dear."
The blonde frowned. "It has indeed. I'm afraid this is not a social visit though."
"Oh, what seems to be the problem then? Your hair is always looking pristine, I almost never get the chance to work on it."
"Yes, well, you know I only trust my hair to the best, and that's why I am here."
"What happened?"
"My roommate happened." She slowly took off her hat, letting her blue splotched hair tumble out.
The stylist gave a gasp of shock. "Mio, Dio! Your roommate should be drained for doing this to your gorgeous golden locks." He stroked through her hair with a frown.
"Oh, I would love to do it...if I knew it would have any effect on her." She gave him a look.
"Ah, yes. I forgot she was one of them." He finished examining her hair. "But no matter. We need to fix this immediately. Isabella!" He called to one of the other stylists. "Finish my appointment for me. I have an emergency that needs fixing!" Paolo pulled the blonde up the stairs to his private station. "Oh, you have no idea how much I have missed your company, you gorgeous girl."
"I know, Paolo. I've just been so busy with schoolwork and the musical and dealing with my horrible roommate. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, my dear. I understand, but for now let's just get you all fixed up."
"I thought I saw you walk by," Bethany said, poking her head into the station. "Holy shit, nice hair." She moved to sit on the vanity, scowling when Paolo tried to shoo her away. "This sure beats sweeping up hair."
Kristi frowned. "I would rather not talk about it, please."
Paolo was rushing around the room gathering the things he needed to fix the blonde's hair. He had to shoo Bethany off of his station, so he could set his things down. "Don't you have work you should be doing? You are getting in the way. I need to fix my lovely gem's golden mane."
"Oh, you're no fun. By the way, you're in America; your name is Paul!" Bethany didn't leave. "So, how many points ahead does this put Ash?"
The flamboyant stylist gaped at her. "My name is Paolo. Not Paul! Paul is a pathetic excuse for a name!"
The blonde rolled her eyes with a smile. "Oh, do not get him started. My little DaVinci is quite sensitive when it comes to his name." She gave him a comforting pat on the hand, when she heard mumbling in Italian under his breath about "stupid Americans." "As for Ash, I wouldn't worry too much about the score at the moment. I have a plan that will put me veryfar ahead." She grinned.
Paolo grinned back at her, giving her their special handshake. "Oh, my dear, you always were a devious one."
Bethany's expression changed. "You know, this war you two have is amusing and all...but Christ, don't kill each other." A call of "coffee run!" floated upstairs, and Bethany turned, shouting, "Get your own goddamn coffee, you lazy asses!" She turned back. "Honestly, I can't for the life of me get myself fired! I have done everything I can think of, yet they keep me around." She pulled out her phone. "Hey Kristi." She took a quick picture of the blonde when she turned to look. "Gotta go."
"Bethany!" The blonde tried going after her, but Paolo was quick to hold her back.
"Leave it be, my gem. We both know that if either of you could actually die, she would have died long ago."
Kristi smiled up at him. "How is it that you always know what to say to make me feel better?"
"When you've had a best friend for a hundred years, you learn how to keep them happy. We immortals have to stick together, you know." He leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips.
The blonde leaned back with a sigh. "If only you were into girls, Paolo. We would have been destined as consorts. And we would have been the most gorgeous couple in the world." She grinned at him.
Paolo grinned back. "Oh, you know you are my one true soul mate. We'll be together forever. Just not in the sexual consort sense."
Ash looked up as her phone beeped. She laughed at the picture of Kristi, texting back, "Damn I'm good."
"Yeah, but Kristi is kinda peeved. I'd watch out if I were you."
Ash let out a snort. "Kristi can't do anything to me."
"I dunno. She sounded serious this time."
"Holy shit it's the pope!"
"Where?"
Ash put her phone down with a grin, resuming her game. "EVERY TIME BLUE SHELL! GODDAMN IT!"
About thirty minutes later, Bethany returned, setting two coffee cups on Paolo's vanity. "Hey, you're starting to look normal again."
The blonde stuck out her tongue at Beth. "Very funny." She reached out to pick up one of the cups, taking a sip, and she handed the other cup back to the stylist.
Paolo took a drink before setting it back down. "In about half an hour, my gem's mane will be back to all of its golden glory."
"Oh God...she's a girl with nice hair! We get it! Why don't you two just get a bottle of champagne and you can fuck her 'golden curls' all you want!"
Kristi and Paolo gave each other a long look before bursting out laughing, replying at the same time, "Been there, tried that."
"Gah! That's a terrifying image! There is something wrong with you two!" Beth's phone suddenly went off, and she looked down at it. "Oh boy. Everyone gird your loins."
"Well, well, look what we have here. It's the blood-sucking wonder, and her loyal sidekick, Pablo!"
"Oh, do shut up, Ashelin. Nobody cares for your opinion here."
"I second that," Paolo chimed in.
"Back off, dainty," Ash said, giving Paolo a look. She hopped up to sit on the vanity in front of the blonde. "I just had to come and see this for myself...perhaps help out a bit?" The lycan picked up a pair of scissors.
Kristi glared at her. "Don't you dare. You know it won't grow back."
The handsome stylist stepped in front of her protectively. "You're not getting anywhere near her with those."
Ash rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You all are far too serious for your own good." She tossed the scissors back down. "Still prefer being dead, Kristi?"
"I'll always prefer being dead to being a smelly bitch." Paolo chuckled behind her.
Ash scowled at the two. "You know, calling me a 'bitch' isn't really so much an insult as it is a fact. We all know I'm a female dog; you want a gold star for pointing it out...continuously?"
"Ash, come on," Bethany said, sensing the tension growing.
"No, I'm not done yet."
"Well, you should be done. You're in a room with not just me, but two people who can kick your ass. I would learn to shut your mouth for once, if I were you."
"Oh please. Me lose to Mr. Scrunchi, over here? Don't insult me, Kristi."
"Ash, let's go," Bethany said, tugging on her arm.
"Not yet!"
Kristi sat forward in her chair with a growl, eyes turning silver. "Don't you dare say another thing about him."
"What are you gonna do, Kristi? We're in a public place. You gonna tackle me down the stairs and bite me, letting everyone see what you really are?" Ash stood up. "You say we're the inferior race...but in all honesty, you're nothing more than the fleas in our fur."
"Oh, really? Is that why in every single record of our peoples' history, the vampires were the ones who controlled hoards of werewolves? And all because the little puppies would do absolutely anything for a taste of our blood."
Ash let out a low growl as she glared at Kristi. "Ash you can drive my car, let's go!" Bethany said desperately.
"Listen here, you: vampires enslaved lyncanthropes, and you're all just sore because we finally revolted and won our freedom. We beat you, and that is something you can never take away."
"Think what you will. But I'm willing to bet that if I cut myself right now and held it out for you to have a taste, you wouldn't be able to resist."
Ash let out a snort. "Don't flatter yourself." She turned towards Bethany. "So can I really drive?"
"Yes, here, knock yourself out," Bethany said, handing over her car keys.
Ash grinned before she looked back at Kristi. "Have fun," she said before she left.
Kristi sat back in the chair, letting Paolo back at her hair. The stylist leaned down to whisper in her ear, "We both know she wouldn't be able to resist. I know for a fact that your blood is delicious. As sweet as a vampire's can be." He brushed his open lips across her neck.
The blonde pushed him away with a laugh. "You tease! Fix my hair right now, you gorgeous man, or I won't give you tickets to the opening night of my show."
Paolo gasped. "Oh, no! We can't have that. I can't miss you starring in our favorite show. Who, may I ask, is going to be your lucky co-star?"
Kristi sighed. "Ah, there has actually been a small problem about that. Our male lead came down with laryngitis, so we need to find someone to replace him as soon as possible. But it's alright. I'm not worrying about it too much. I have an idea." She grinned at Paolo in the mirror.
"You found someone already?" Bethany said. "Why was I not informed?"
"Because it isn't a sure thing yet. It's just an idea."
"Well, tell me! Rehearsal starts in less than an hour, and I need to text this mystery person, being stage manager and all."
"Oh, I still need to talk to Ms. Dubois about it though. I don't want to get anybody's hopes up quite yet."
Bethany sighed in frustration. "Fine. Be that way."
"Paolo, you are a miracle worker as usual. If you would ever let me pay you, you would get a huge tip."
The stylist grinned at her. "You are my sister in every sense except the actual birth part. I would never make you pay."
"Well thank you, mon cher. It looks even better than it did before." The blonde stood, giving her hair a fluff, as she looked in the mirror. "Now, I would love to stay, you know I would, but I need to be leaving so I can talk to Ms. Dubois about my idea before rehearsal starts. So, until next time, dearest." She stood, giving the stylist a hug and peck on the lips.
"Farewell, my gem. Make sure to visit more often." Paolo watched as the blonde left.
When Kristi reached the auditorium, she walked past the other cast members, excusing herself. Finally, she found the musical director. "Excuse me. Ms. Dubois, may I speak with you privately, s'il vous plaît?"
The stout, red-haired woman turned to see her favorite student. "Ah, Kristianna. Of course. Let's speak in my office. What is it you wanted to talk about?" She led the blonde to her office in the back of the theater.
Kristi smiled. "Since Christopher is sick, I had this idea for a replacement for his part. After all, the show must go on."
Ms. Dubois smiled back at her. "Yes, the show must go on..."
I'm sure you all noticed that there are words in other languages thrown in there. Though the story takes place in the USA, not every character speaks only English. Here is the language key for the characters:
Kristi and Ms. Dubois are both originally from France, so they speak French.
Paolo is from Italy, so, of course, he speaks Italian.
Neither Denpa or I speak any of these languages or the ones that will be used in the future. We use a handy thing called Google Translate. Here's how to get there just in case you want to look things up: 1) Go to the home google page. 2) In the search box, type in "google translate." 3) After clicking "search," the proper link should be the very first one shown.
When characters are only saying one or two words in their respective languages, you can look it up on your own if you like. They aren't anything more than pet names or explanations and such. But if anything longer than that is said in another language, at the end of the chapter, I will put up a translation, because sometimes Google Translate isn't the most reliable when translating longer things back into English. Hope you all enjoyed. New chapters will be up soon, and reviews are always welcome :)