Hello! Well, I decided to fill this chapter with a little bit of a view of what Christelle's job is like and how Nuada views it. For those of you who didn't know... this is a sequel to another story I wrote involving Nuada and an Original character.
You can view it here:
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-Snow Maiden25
Nuada sat on his bed sharpening his lance almost lovingly, concentrated, his dark lips pursed together as he examined the blade carefully. He sighed and swiped it through the air and smiled a little.
"Just like new..." He commented to himself, wearing only a white over shirt that was unbuttoned, black pants and laying on the bed slightly propped up by a few pillows Nuada looked as if he belonged in a fashion calendar.
The door opened and Nuala walked in holding a Vogue and looked at her twin. "Brother… Liz picked this up at a newsstand… it's the place Sabariel works, and it has her picture in it… it says she is a top Fashion Designer." Nuala stumbled over the word, not understanding the meaning, the term was very odd to her. Nuada himself looked confused at the job title, he gave Nuala a look that said, "What language are you speaking?"
"It's a human term…" Nuala said quickly and sat down next to him. "Abe was telling, after looking through this book that Sabariel made a lot of these dresses… look… it's a special addition and she chose out her favorite designs and described them personally." She opened the magazine and the two looked through it, then Nuala dropped the magazine in shock.
"Br-Brother… look!" She said picking up the book again and opening to a page, holding it up, her hands were shaking. Across a long green shirt that went down to the model's knees, and on it was a large symbol… it resembled the Royal Symbol of Bethamora, a large tree with roots with a circle around it.
Nuada grabbed the magazine and read over the description, then out loud for his sister.
"One night this symbol came into my head, I tried over and over to reproduce it, but it still doesn't fit the beautiful image in my head…" He read a sentence and looked at Nuala with some hope. "There are fragments of her life as an Elf inside her, she just can't connect them together yet." He slammed the thick magazine shut and walked to the door opening it.
"Nuala…we have to find a way to make her connect those memories." He turned to her, holding the magazine close and let out a slightly ragged breath.
"Even if we do… even if she connects those memories, how can we returning her to her true form?"
Nuada didn't respond, he didn't want to think about that… what if he couldn't get her back to her true and pure form?
He would find a way. He had to find a way.
"The Vogue fashion show is being held in two days, and I was thinking that Prince Nuada could slip into the building and perhaps meet with Sabariel…" Said Abe as the group sat around a large table.
"With all those humans around, how do you expect me to get near her with out being seen?" Hissed out Nuada, glaring at the Water Demon, Abe turned to look at him and having been pushed far enough by the Prince's foul temper said back, "You seem very good at sneaking around in places you don't belong."
Nuada stood up quickly and reached for his weapon, Hellboy grabbed his arm and yanked him back down into his seat.
"The last thing we need is some Elf slicing open fashion models on the runway after someone gives him a nasty comment." Red commented, giving Nuada a sideway glare.
"I won't harm any of those hollow creatures, not in front of Sabariel." Said Nuala with a growl, and glared at the Red Demon.
"Her human name is Christelle Bourque." Said Nuala looking through the vogue magazine. "Its interesting… a lot of these dresses in here have some similar resemblance to dresses I--" Nuala let out a cry and slammed the book on the table. "Its my dress! Look! Look what she did to it!" She cried out hysterically.
The B.P.R.D all looked at the picture; a woman was wearing a blue gown identical to Nuala, only it was cut off 3 inches above the knees, the woman wore high heels, sunglasses and her hair long.
"Its… she ruined it!" Sputtered out Nuala and began speaking to Nuada in Elvish, he looked surprised as well and responded back in the language pointing to the shoes and then the dress itself.
"Oh, I don't know about that… its just a different outlook on the gown." Said Abe, trying to calm the princess and he picked up the book and red the description.
"This gown, while having a Middle Age look is bound to draw some heated glances from viewers…"
Silence descended on the room and all eyes turned to Nuala, studying the picture then her blue gown with the golden belt over it.
"I can't wear this anymore!" She cried out, and sat down, sighing a little. "Every time I will look at this dress, I will see only that…" She muttered.
"Come on, I have something you can wear." Said Liz, touching her shoulder and the two women left the room. The men all looked at Nuada who finally said, "You think that was an explosion? You should have seen what happened when another girl wore the same dress as Nuala during a festival…"
He looked at the picture of Sabariel, now Christelle in the magazine and sighed, shutting it.
"I will go to this… event and see her, and no one shall get in my way."
The music was playing at a good tune as Christelle dressed in a dressy long red top with black pants walked behind the stage again, holding a clipboard.
Looking over one model with a Black swimsuit that looked like strips covering over her sensitive parts, she sighed and turned to a hair dresser.
"Leo, I want her hair in tight curls, and put some dark blue eye shadow on her…"
Turning to another model with a long red dress that had red feathers arching out the back slightly resembling wings, the dress she had named The Blood Angel, she looked up and down the girl with a thinking face and then smiled.
"Also, take this girl and have her spiked up…" She instructed and went back to another part of the backstage where make up was being done.
Christelle marched around, giving some more orders and compliments;
"More red on those lips, and put some mascara on her… but on her I want glitter covering only one half of her face, leave the other normal… good!"
The orders ran through the room and as she left people breathed a sigh of relief, Christelle Bourque ran the fashion shows like a military base, but they always turned out spectacular.
"Ms. Bourque! Delivery for you!" Said a young lady with a letter, holding it out.
"Who is it from, Lacey?" She said taking the letter and opening it, her earpiece was falling out, she reached up and adjusted it.
"I didn't get the name, but the man was looking odd… he was pale white and his hair turned blonde at the tips, he also had golden eyes, very handsome, perhaps he was a special model for the show?"
Christelle jerked and looked at the girl, shocked look on her face.
"That will be all Lacey, thank you for bringing this." She said with a smile and turning away opened the letter in a rush.
Have you been thinking about my offer?
I wish to see you, tonight after the show I will meet you here… if not I will come to your home and visit you. You do not need to fear me, my darling…
But fear she did, closing the letter she shook and walked to the front and sighed… here would be best, she would be near witnesses and help if she needed it. Christelle looked around the room warily and then walked back to the viewing room with all the photographers, reporters and V.I.Ps.
"Ms. Bourque!" Called out one reporter, running up to her with a photographer and voice recorder. "Jenny Lane, People Magazine! Is it true you are beginning a relationship with Actor George Davis?"
She smirked and said. "Mr. Davis and I have worked together on various charities, but I have yet to receive any calls of a personal matter from him..."
"Now, is it true that in this show you are using fur? It is a new look for you… I thought you were for animal rights!"
"Everyone needs to change, nothing stays the same." She said wisely avoiding the question.
"Now, this new line you are working on has some new surprises, a few middle ages looks to it and one you even call the Angel of Death?"
"That's the Angel of Blood, you will know it when you see it… as for the other outfits, I hope you enjoy them, excuse me, I have a show to start." She said nodding and walking away.
Walking up onto the Runway the crowd applauded, she smiled and put up one hand for silence.
"I would like to thank all of you for coming this evening to view my new line of clothing, it has taken months to create with hard work and some sweat, I would like to present to you the future of Couture Culture… The Miz."
She stepped down and people applauded as the models begin to walk out to various songs. Christelle sat down and sighed with relief as the show was underway, she smiled as a favorite; The Summer Orchid, a purple dress with no back and a dip front came out.
The Blood Angel dress was a huge hit, deserving a lot of applauds and photos. Smiling she watched as all the models came out one last time and took a bow. 25 outfits… quite the number for one show.
Nuada watched with disgust as these women paraded out for the humans in the seats to judge and take photos of these women who were scantily dressed. His lips curled in disgust and he walked over to the balcony's edge from where he stood looking down on the group.
Sabariel… she belonged wearing those dresses, she had made them after all…
But such dresses did not belong in public, to be put on display like statues or paintings… no… such dresses belonged in the bedroom tucked away for a night's joy and seduction.
Nuada twisted slightly and adjusted, he saw his beautiful Sabariel walking about the stage and then walking back up onto it, the crowd applauded.
"Vogue Magazine would like to thank everyone for coming and inform you of the after party in the Chinese Ballroom, right around the corner. I will answer all questions about the show there." She said and looked over the crowd before walking off among the photographs, she then seemed to be looking around and walked towards the back alone. It was his chance…
A blue flower fell down in front of Christelle, she picked it up and looked over it.
"Its beautiful, isn't it? Those were your favorite flowers." Came the soft and controlled voice, a hand went around her waist and while she wanted to pull away it felt so good and warm, she felt safe with this man.
"I got your gift… the blue sapphire flower… thank you, it was very beautiful." She turned to look at him and then ran her hand over her coat, freezing as she saw the symbol on his tunic.
"Oh my GOD!" She cried out, Nuada jerked and looked at the woman as if she would attack him, he shifted and she grabbed him around the hips and studied the symbol.
"That's it! That's the symbol I have seen in my dreams since I was a little girl!" She cried out and looked up at him with big eyes. "It's the symbol I put on my Tree of Life gown, this evening, it was the dark green one--"
"With the shaggy skirt…" Nuada finished for her, his hand locked it one of hers and he sighed. "I watched the… parade." He said, ashamed he'd watched such a display.
There was a long silence between the teo and she finally looked into his eyes. "I want to Believe, but I am afraid, what will happen if I believe and this turns out to be a hoax?"
"Isn't it a popular phenomon for your human artists and people in power to be slightly crazy?" He teased, a smile was playing over his lips and she smiled back, her lips were inches from his. Taking his hand he lifted her chin more and then rubbed his lips over hers, thinking. Slowly he pulled back, Christelle looked surprised.
When he kissed her, he wanted to know she had some memories, now she was still like a baby, developing quickly, but it wasn't his Sabariel just yet… it was close… but not yet.
"Why did you stop?" She whimpered out. "I thought you were in love with my Elf form."
"I am, but seeing you as a human is still… hard for me, knowing you are here because of me." He said and smiled, touching her cheek.
Sitting down on a couch with him she sighed, "They won't expect me at the party for another hour or so… it's a fashion designer's creed to be late." She looked into his eyes, and then said words that made his heart soar.
"Tell me about my life, before now…when I was this… Sabariel."
That begin a hour and a half conversation, that Christelle never would forget, ad yet all of the things he mentioned… she had dreamed at some time or another;
A lover going into exile
Having a group of friends that almost mimicked that one show on Television
A friend having to run away to escape being caught by a person in power
Confronting death
Watching a lover die
Giving her life for a lover
It all fit together, yet the pieces were still scattered in her mind like a rainbow kaleidoscope.
"Does she remember?" Asked Nuala as her brother walked into her room much later.
"Not fully, she had dreams of things that played out in her old life, and doesn't realize fully that they are memories."
"She smiled at you? I felt your heart soar."
"Not only smile, she laughed… twice, it was Sabariel's laugh and it was Sabariel's smile!"
"Just a little longer and I am sure that she will slowly begin to remember…"
"I hope you are right sister."
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