A/N: And for this trick, Dizzy Tremaine! I've checked sources and it's listed that Dizzy has many sisters actually, Dizzy being the only officially named. Sources also mention Lucifer having a litter of kittens, so I'll have a joke made from that. Two things ultimately: (1) I DONT OWN SWEET NIGHTINGALE! (2) I may possibly have Drizella out of character, but I'll try my best with her. (Song lyrics are in bold).
Chapter 3: Not Dizzy but Tired
On the Isle of the Lost, occupied an area nicknamed "Troll Town". The neighborhood is primarily inhabited by trolls and goblins, but a small apartment in the area was all that could be afforded by Drizella Tremaine. Though small, it housed the former stepsister and her six children.
Lying in her bed was the youngest of the Tremaines, Dizzy, stirring restless. Many would spur the 9-year old for still being in bed by daylight, but Dizzy couldn't help that she worked midnights. She would attempt to simply lie and rest, but to no success thanks to the noise of her siblings.
Her elder sisters would be all over the apartment, indulging in all kinds of noise. Television, cellphone conversation, mindless chatter. All made worse by the condensed size of the home! How was she supposed to sleep through this?!
"Can everyone be quiet?!" Dizzy exclaimed, practically pulling on her red-headed pig-tails.
"NO!" Her sisters denied her in unison, each sounding as rude as the last.
"Ugh!" Dizzy groaned in surrender, slumping back in her bed, screaming her frustrations into her pillow. Bad enough that Granny makes her work in the Salon, but could her sisters let her be well rested before her shift?
"What's all this yelling?!" Responded the nasally voice as her mother entered the room. Drizella entered, looking as tired and irritated as her daughter, meaning she just got back from her shift. Which meant she wasn't in the mood for nonsense.
"Well? Who's yelling and why?!"
"Mom, they're being loud and I'm just trying to sleep before my shift tonight!" Dizzy complained, hoping her mother's would get something done about it.
"One, Mom's home and tired, so everyone shut up!" Drizella announced, extending her finger for emphasis.
"Yes Mom." All the children, including Dizzy, obeyed in unison. It has gotten silent in a matter of seconds. Dizzy hoped it would remain for the next few hours.
Drizella would next approach Dizzy's bedside, kicking off her slippers as she did so. As she sat next to daughter, a sigh of relaxation escaped the exhausted mother.
"Dizzy, lie down." Drizella said.
"Huh? Why?" Questioned the red head, not seeing where her mother was going with this.
"You want to rest? I'm going to sing you a lullaby to put you to sleep." Drizella explained as if it obvious. Bet Anatasia doesn't deal with so much questions.
You mean like how you put Azazel to sleep?" Dizzy whimpered, recalling memories of Lucifer's kitten...
"No, no. Just lay down and I'll sing." Drizella said, glaring at the red-head until she obeyed. As she'd finally lay down, the mother began her song with a pitch...a nasally pitch.
"The pear-shaped toe!Ahhh!" She carried the tune. Her other daughters covered their ears but she resumed.
"Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale
High above me
Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale
High above!"
Dizzy would admit that her mother's voice was a bit off key but that didn't bother her. Compared to noises at work or from her sisters, it was practically heavenly to her ears. Enough to make her eyelids feel heavy as her mother continued.
"Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale, high
Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale
Oh, sing sweet nightingale!"
As her song ended, Drizella looked at her surroundings. All her other daughters were gone. Must have gone to the other room, she assumed. She looked at Dizzy, who was now asleep.
Though it's goes against all she learned in life, Drizella couldn't help but give a soft smile. She rarely got to see her children in positions like this. It caused her to extend her hand, gently combing Dizzy's red hair.
She looked peaceful. It brought back memories for Drizella. Fond memories of her and her sister. Before the arguments, before her stepsister, before that glass slipper...
'That glass slipper. That darn slipper!' Drizella thought with contempt.
"If only I got it to fit. We wouldn't be here." Drizella said softly, almost underneath her breath. "I'd go back and cut off my toes if it'd fit that slipper."
Evidently Dizzy wasn't hearing any of it, she was simply snoozing away. Drizella knew she better let her baby girl rest before her own mother would work her like a scullery maid tonight. A light kiss on the forehead was what she would leave her daughter with.
"For the next few hours, be a princess at least in your dreams. Goodnight Dizzy."
Drizella would silently leave the room, hoping her daughter would dream of what peace she could have on this Isle...
