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Whats that Lynsey? (angelicbladez) Because your evil I'm writing you into the story?
Why yes, yes i am.
Bluh, since you motivated me to write this chapter you can be now the best friend of Elle (the lead character if you didn't notice) and I will try my hardest to make sure she has plenty of seedy comments. Which I may need your help with.. if I don't get this online before I get to your's tonight I'll just tease you about it ut not actual tell you I wrote you in. so if your reading this Lynz .. SUPRISE :P... oh and your male, a flamboyantly gay male... but male :P
thanx to all those who reviewed i'll give you credit down the bottom.
DESPRETE NEED OF A BETA. My spelling and grammar is dodgey at best.
Chaos Theory
by Your Dad
Chapter 2- Cats in the Cradle
A week.
A whole week and I hadn't seen Melakye once. I started to doubt myself and wonder if it had just been all a dream, there was nothing to tell me otherwise. Except the taste of him that went away the first morning and my now paranoia about walking through central park.
As much as I dreaded it, it was time to start focusing on the real world. Which meant scheming Mothers trying to get me to marry sleezy 'wealthy' men that I just seemed to look 'darling' standing next to. Kill me now.
My mother the prestiges Lady Mary-Anne Keating had the old from rags to riches story. Born in some meaningless small town destined to marry the shopkeepers son or some such rubbish she had run away at 17 to New York. Where she met my Father, her first husband who was almost 20years her senior at the ripe old age of 35. He didn't see 40.
I only have brief memories of Dad but sometimes I realise that those memories are make believe stories I made up as a kid, craving to have a father figure. I highly doubt my dad rode on a magnificent white horse and wore old royal outfits when mum wasn't home and sometimes on occasion... glowed. Though I do remember this really pretty ring he always wore but for the life of me can't remember what was on it. Mum still hasn't told me how he died.
I've had plenty of 'Fathers' since dad died, 5 to be exact. Each as wealthy as the next and each ending up as poor as the next after mother was done with them. Yet she still thinks we need more money so she's trying to marry me off. Unfortunately one thing I do remember dad telling me is to follow my heart, which certainly beats mothers, follow their wallet.
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So this Saturday was another one of her balls and all the mystery around Melakye had me forgetting about getting some stupid dress. Lucky for me I got a whole hour as a lunch break to find the perfect dress, note the sarcasm. So I find myself after a half hour screaming match with mother on the phone this morning spending my lunch break being dragged through high end dress stores by my colleague and best friend, Marsh. His real name is Marshell and he is as flamboyantly gay as they come, who better to help me get a dress?
5th dress in Half and hour and still no luck. "Hunny i don't see why your even going, you need to learn to stand up to godzilla and make her realise your not gonna marry any man she sets you up with" he called through the door as I tried on the next dress.
I sigh, "Marsh there is a reason we call her Godzilla" I slowly try to zip up the back of the dress but unfortunately I just can't bend my arm enough. Opening the door I peak my head out to make sure no ones around then walk out and put my back so he can zip me up. "If I only have to go to some fancy parties and drink some free champagne in my free Lou Vouton dress I don't see it as that bad a thing, she's never forced me to spend to much time with what ever suitor she's lined up" I turn to admire myself in the mirror and my breathe catches.
Marsh who was frowning in thought still looking at the zip he had just zipped up didn't notice her reaction "Yeah but one of these days shes gonna force you to marry someone, your not as young as..." he gasped finally looking up. The dress was soft blue in the bodiest that seemed to bring out my eyes and then changed to a pure white hugging my curves before falling in gentle pleats down my legs. I did a slow turn feeling the silk of the dress caress my skin. It was magnificent. I look shyly up at Marsh.
"Oh that is definitely the dress I think I just felt myself turn a little straight" Marsh smirk. The moment ruined I belted him on the shoulder. He laugh rubbing his arm. "Come on we may still have time to grab some shoes and actually get something to eat before we have to go back" I took one last look in the mirror and gave a soft smile to my reflection. For a second i thought i saw green eyes staring back at me in the mirror, my breathe hitched and i spun around but no one was there.
"Stop playing in the dress, you look fabulous now get it off before you manage to trip or something and rip it" i blush a little at his comment knowing it was probably true.
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That night i dreamed again but it was strange. It felt as if it was from Melakye's eyes but not how the previous dreams had been it felt almost as if it where a memory. Which come to think of it, it would have to be because my father was there.
He was wearing those old robes i sometimes dreamt him wearing from my childhood and he seemed to be sitting upon a thrown looking down at Melakye. As I looked around i realised there was a lot of people in similar clothing as my father but not as magnificent.
For once in a dream I couldn't hear anything it was like I was in a tunnel of silence watching everything before me but feeling what Melakye felt... and he was afraid. Why would he be afraid of my father though? Melakye is a vampire and my father was nothing but a banker but clear as day i felt fear and betrayal coming through the bond we seemed to share in the dream world.
As quick as the dream came it stopped and I felt myself snapping awake. Sitting up in bed I put my head in my hands taking deep breaths of cool night air.
'Why did none of this make sense? And why the hell have i accepted the fact so easily that Melakye is a vampire, a Vampire for gods sake!' i felt my arms spring up in goose bumps and slowly lifted my head as i realised that my window was open when i had left it closed and once again I found my eyes meeting emerald.
"Melakye?" I ask and immediately went to kick my self of course it's Melakye. "Agh... um hi?" i say hesitantly as he continues to just watch me, trying to be discrete i pull my bed sheet up over my chest since i was in nothing but a light slip. By the amused quirk of his lips i wasn't as descrete as i hoped. I'm starting to get self-conscious with all the staring.
"how... how have you been i haven't seen you in..." he leans forward and put a finger to my lips. Shocked my eyes open wide as i stare into his.
"Gabrielle i..." he whispers leaning closer as if it's a great secret.
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well that's me for today
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i finally know where to go with this chapter so next chapter shouldn't take to long.
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