"Dominique, could you come here?" Rosalie asked, looking at that morning's newspaper.
"What?" she asked, walking smoothly to Rosalie's side. Rosalie gracefully held up the newspaper to a picture. Dominique's hand flew to her mouth as Rosalie threw the paper across the room and onto a sofa.
"It's us!" Dominique whispered, astonished that they should be in the paper.
"Damned right," Rosalie hushed, "And we're lucky that it's not the front page!"
Dominique was confused. She walked across the room to where the paper had landed, unsure whether to touch it or not. It sat there, staring up at her. The title scared every inch of her body.
"Unidentified Women Rob Ophthalmologist For Second Time"
"Police Fear Inhuman Abilities"
Her hand waded the paper in a terrifying crunch, disintegrating the paper into ash-like pieces. "All I wanted were some contacts to hide these horrible eyes!" Dominique clutched her face, rubbing her eyes. She blinked up, without tears, to Rosalie who's amber eyes seemed vibrant and warm. "Why do I have to have maroon eyes! I've been a vampire for nearly two years, and I still have ugly eyes!"
Rosalie held her hand and smiled, knowing that she could be the more beautiful one for even longer. "They aren't as bad as they used to be. They're turning a brown color now." Crossing to her purse, she pulled out the color-changing contacts and tossed them to Dominique, who quickly popped them into each eye. Her eyes transformed from a mucky maroon color, to a dark blue.
"It's still not the same as my old eyes," she whispered.
"They never will be."
"And why am I acting like this?" she cried, throwing her hands up into the air.
"Perhaps you need to go see Roark," Rosalie said. Dominique stared up at her, feeling a sense of hatred of Roark's name even being said.
"No."
"If you were going to be so vain, you should have probably thought about all of this before you had me change you into a vampire," Rosalie said, slightly annoyed.
"Well, I didn't know that it would make me have terrible mood swings and disgusting eyes!" Dominique mumbled.
Rosalie shook her head and tossed her blond hair behind her shoulder. "You know, next time that you suddenly want to be amazingly more beautiful forever, think of what's down the road." She swiftly walked to the doorway. "Because, I'm not really that big on turning people, though you are a fine example of someone who doesn't really need to be human anyway."
"I never was human."
"True."
((Meanwhile, Keating and Toohey are at Toohey's apartment talking and having drinks...))
Keating says, a little bit worried, "Dominique, Dominique. What has she done? I thought I knew her, and then she leaves me for Wynand. And then she leaves him to be some kind of monster! I guess I never really knew her at all. How could I have been so stupid? She'll spoil everything I've worked for if she's found out!"
Relaxed, in his arm chair, Toohey looks up with a smile, pretending that he's some kind of god looking upon his child. "Peter, understand that there's nothing you could do. If she was going to change, maybe she chose not to do it with you. Call it some kind of selflessness by not involving you in the mix of things."
"No, you don't get it!" Keating shouted, pacing to the other side of the room and into the side of the couch. "If anyone finds out what she is and who she is, I'll be ruined! Do you know what kind of speculation that will put me under? Oh, Mr. Keating was once married to that beast!... Dearie, it's nothing but gossip, though... But I would keep my distance. You never know. Or, Did you hear about that Dominique Falcon?...Yes, a vampire! ...I think that I shall keep from Mr. Keating. He may be involved."
Keating punched the couch with his fist, sending dust into the air, "Do you realized that she will ruin my entire existence? I may never get a job again if she's found out."
"Then she mustn't be found," Toohey replied.
Keating shot a weary glance towards him. "What do you mean?"
Toohey leaned forward, setting his drink on a coffee table. "You know what I mean. There's the mob. There are crooked police. Even assassins for hire. Choose your favorite."
Keating's eyes widened in a view of horror. "Are you telling me to kill my ex-wife?"
"No," Toohey stated, "I'm telling you to better society as a whole by killing that monster."