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Chapter 3:
"Get up!" I was doused in ice-cold water. I spat it out of my mouth, and sat up quickly. Jeremy Barrons was standing over me, holding a huge bucket over me, with it's contents all soaked into my matress now.
"That was rude and uncalled for. I would've responded if you'd just talked me awake..." I rubbed my eyes groggily, already in a bad mood.
I grabbed my last pair of jeans- I'd been wearing jeans only when necessary, which was only twice- and grabbed a tight, red, v-neck knit sweater. When I came out, his eyes sweeped my outfit and he shrugged, as if my outfit wasn't what he'd have chosen, but it was alright.
"Let's go."
"Where?" I asked, as we walked down the stairs."
"You'll see."
"Thank you, Sherlock."
The corners of his mouth barely twitched, and then his face was a mask of stone again. He was wearing another tight black top, but this one was made of silk. He was wearing a different pair of dark wash jeans, as well.
He stopped when we entered the back lounge area of BB&B, and turned and left, leaving me alone with Pierce, Dean, Brody, and an older man, in his late forties, early fifties. They all looked up when I approached, and all but the older man looked over my outfit, their eyes hinting approval.
"I am Drustan MacKeltar. Ye must be Dru." I nodded. This man was probably their father. "Pierce and Brody are mine, lass, but Dean is Daegus's." he smiled a kind smile.
Is it that obvious what I'm thinking? "Yes that's me. What exactly am I to be doing?"
"Yer goin' out tae the store, and buyin' some claes, and some other stuff." Drustan answered. It was taking me forever to process the accents- sometimes, they're so thick that they're just too hard to understand.
"And I'm guessing that that's going to be with Brody, Pierce and Dean."
"Lucky ye." Dean winked.
I sighed. "Lucky me..." I murmured sarcastically.
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"No. No way. Never in a million years." I refused to do it. This is where I draw the line.
"Barrons said. Ye haven't go' a choice lass." Brody growled. He obviously really wanted to see this.
"I will not try on bras and show them to you. No. That is way past reasonable. In what way will that help Jeremy? No way at all! That's what! This is unreasonable and rude and ungentlemanly and rude and horribly perverted, and just incase I forgot, rude." I was glaring at the three of them. No way was I going to do this. I didn't need bras that badly. And I'd 'just decide' to buy some more panties after I was out of the change room.
"Och lass, do ye no' think we'd let you dae yer own thing if we could? If we donna see yer clothes, all of them, he'll have our heads." Pierce apologized. Neither Brody nor Dean seemed even remotely sorry.
"Can you not, I don't know, lie?"
"Nae lass, no' tae Barrons. If ye truly know what he is, ye of all people should know better than to ask that of us."
I sighed and shook my head. "Fine. But only one of you. You don't all need to see."
"Ye choose lass then." Dean winked at me. I gagged.
"Nae. The lass will no' choose. It shall be a very sophisticated game of eenie, meenie, minie mo." Pierce said firmly.
I snorted, unable to hold it in, and then started laughing so hard I was crying. They all stood and watched me, looking completely serious. When i finally stopped laughing, they were all looked irked.
"Is there something funny lass?" Brody asked, his deep voice seeming to reverberate through my bones.
I cleared my throat. "Apparently not. I'll go and get the bras."
When I had all of them, I was let into a change room, and put one on. It was black, and lacy, showing off just the right amount. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Perfect. I poked my head out of the change room and almost fainted. Brody was the one standing outside the door.
"Crap. I don't want to show him this!" He was sexy, in a dangerous way, but he was huge, and broody, and overall intimidating. I didn't need to give him any more mental images of me that his mind hasn't already imagined. I breathed in deeply. "You can do this. You have to."
I opened the door and hear a deep intake of breath. I looked up and saw that his was looking at me with carnal heat, freely letting his eyes roam around my body. I closed the door quickly. "And?"
"I don't know lass. I might need tae see it again." His voice was not only deep now, but husky. Fan-freaking-tastic.
"No chance in hell Brody."
I tried on three others, one that showed off a little more, and was thinner than I'd thought, and coloured red- which i now regret grabbing- one that was comfy, with pink polka dots on a blue surface, and one silky one, the colour of the carribean sea. When I walked out, with my shirt now on, Brody got alot closer than I'd like.
"Ye know, normally I don't like girls yer age..." he trailed off, his breath brushing my ear. "But for ye, I'd make an exception." he purred.
I shivered despite myself. He was standing close to me, radiating heat, and I had to stop myself from leaning into him.
I sucked in a breath breath, and walked away, completely ignoring him, and grabbing some of the things I needed on the way to the cash.
"Wait we dinna-"
"And you haven't got the time." I finished for Dean. "Besides, there's a huge line, and there's no room in the change rooms. It'll take hours." Hurray for business!
"Where to nest?" I asked.
"The claes store." Pierce answered, grabbing my elbow and steering me towards the door, with my bright pink shopping bag hanging over my other arm.
"Gee thanks. But which 'claes' store."
"The female one." He retorted, and I glared.
That helps alot, thank you. Next time I was going to be a little more specific about which clothes store.
When we entered I gasped. Biggest freaking clothes store I've ever seen. I looked up and saw that it was two floors. The store wasn't one I'd ever heard of before.
"Barrons buys only the best." Dean smiled.
"I can see that..." I breathed in awe. There were two floors, and the store was about half as big as BB&B which was saying something, because BB&B is huge. There were gorgeous dresses, and huge racks of shirts in a style I'd never seen before. Upstairs, I could see some more clothes. The roof was arched, and on the top it said that same weird name. Beleza. I pondered on this while I went and grabbed clothes, and then stopped halfway through a rack.
"Brody!" He was the closest one to me. He came over silently. "What am I supposed to be getting?"
"Barrons appraepriate wear. I'd suggest somethin' mature."
"You mean something slutty and demeaning."
He nodded. "Exactly lass." his lips were quirked up at the side, and he was shaking slightly. He was laughing.
I scowled and sighed, looking down at the shirts I'd picked- they were gorgeous, and the utter opposite of something Barrons would approve of. I looked around, until I spotted something perfect. I had to admit it was cute, and it'd look nice on me, but I couldn't get this feeling of how it would be showing too much of me to too many people. I grabbed it anyways. It was a tight shirt, with a V-neck going down past where my bra ended, but not as open necked as most. It's sleeve were tight as well, and it was short, just finishing at the top of my jeans. It was black.
I only found two other shirts that would fit a Barrons criteria. One was red, and higher necked, but it was tied in a way that, at the front, it twisted, and the bottom in the front came just above my belly button. One was made of grey silk, and it was actually a cardigan, but I bought a tank top to go with it, also made of silk, that was dark green, and heart-shaped, and clingy. I grabbed some different pants that resembled the style of LuLuLemon pants, and also got some leggings. After trying them on, I walked to the cash register and was stopped by Brody.
"Ye need tae get at least two dresses lass. Yer goin' with Jeremy places where yer gonna need tae fit in."
I groaned and nodded. I remembered from the books what had happened when Mac hadn't fit in. She'd attracted attention to herself and it hadn't been very nice. I climbed the stairs and found the dresses. I looked around and fell in love with one dress. It wasn't a Barrons dress. It was gold, with a thing wine covering overtop of that, giving it a shimmery look, and it was empire waisted, and strapless. It came to mid thigh, and it looked soft too. It was made of pure silk.
I looked over at the guys, trying to cath one of their eyes. They seemed to be purposefully evading my eyes. I walked over to them, stepping in front of each of them. Then I realized what I had to do. I crumpled to the floor at their feet, not doing that fall to the side fainting thing, instead acting realistic and catching their attention.
"Shit!" Pierce swore. I opened my eyes and sat up, almost smacking Brody in the face.
"What were ye thinkin' lass?" He growled when he realized that I hadn't actually fainted.
"I needed to get your attention so I did it the only way I could think of." I got up and grabbed his hand, towing him over to the dress. "I'm buying this." I said simply. I looked down, and realized I was still holding his hand and dropped it hurriedly.
"Nae yer-"
"I can't hear you!" I plugged my ears and yelled 'lalalalalalalalala' until he clamped his mouth shut and pressed it into a hard line. I grinned knowing I'd won. I grabbed it off the hook and did a victory dance, then searching for two more dresses to buy.
The ones I ended up choosing made me want to run screaming. I did not wear things like that. One was shorter than half-thigh point, and had an empire waist- a really tight one- and had a strap going around my neck, gathering all the material in a high neck at the front. There was a deep, wide slit in the middle of that wide neck, though, and at the back, the empire waist got as thin as two of my fingers side by side, and it dipped to the small of my back. It was black, and made of the finest silk.
The other dress was skin-tight. It was heart-shaped, with a deep, curving heart, and the straps came up from near my armpits. It showed off every piece of my which was disconcerting, but also, made me feel better about my self, with the grunts of approval from the MacKeltars. This dress was red.
"There are you guys happy now?"
"Nae. Shoe shopping." Dean seemed to be getting irked. He was not enjoying this any longer, now that he knew that I wasn't paying any attention to him.
I bought a pair of unsensible heels that were taller than my hand, and wrapped up my legs to mid-calf, and also, a pair of stiletto boots, that came up to mid thigh.
They took me to a specialty store, where I bought some dirks, and holsters for them to strap to my arms and legs. I asked them about buying a knife made purely of iron. Why?Brody'd asked. Because. I'd answered. Ye want to fight the Tuatha De with it donna ye? I'd sighed. Of course I did. How did he know that though? He'd answered my thought with a Ye think with yer face lass. Just like Barrons Senior had with Mac.
I was now in a sports/ equipment store wondering why I was even here.
"Ye need tae get a jacket lass. One that will fit things in it. And ye need tae get a purse in another store that ye can hide things in easily, but wont be conspicuous." Pierce yawned.
I nodded and set out to look for one.
"Need any help lass?" A blonde boy asked. He was wearing his uniform of green and brown, and was fairly attractive. He was taller than I, and was smiling easily.
"No thanks." I smiled back.
"Yer American?"
"Canadian." I corrected. Americans tend to be thought of as rude and mean in general. I didn't want him to think of me like that.
"Och that's a long way away."
"Tell me about it." I laughed. All I wanted was to be at home right now. "Ah! Here it is!" I grabbed a leather jacket, that came down to mid thigh, a perfect length to conceal things in. I tried it on and made sure it fit, and went back to the counter.
He rung me through, not taking his sapphire eyes off me. He was sort of like an angel. An archangel. Maybe God sent him from heaven to rescue me from this. One can only hope.
"And there ye are." He gave me a dazzling smile.
"Thank you." I smiled and left.
"Wait! I dinna get yer name."
I don't know why, but I told him it. "Dru. Dru Dunst." And I left the shop.
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"If you ever make me do this again I will gouge your eyes out with a spoon..." I groaned. When I am irked, I tend to make weird comments like that.
"I chust might let you lass." Dean flopped back on a chair in the far nook we'd met at this morning.
I sighed. We'd bought the following things today:
14 Shirts
4 pairs of leggings/ LuLuLemon pants, or the closest to what the people in Ireland have to LuLuLemon pants.
6 pairs of jeans
3 dresses
2 pairs of shoes
1 pair of boots
1 pair of flats
1 jacket
undergarments
swimwear
knives/dirks and holsters
bag
makeup
really long cloak
skirts
fishnets
"These aren't even useful!" I picked up the makeup stuff and threw them back into the bag.
"Have you gotten all that I asked for?"
I jumped into the air and squeaked. Of course. Just like his father.
"Aye." Brody answered, sounding as if he were facing off with him.
"Good. Go and get changed into a dress then, with the long boots, and fishnets. Bring two dirks, and the shorter jacket." He turned and grabbed me, dragging me after him. He had everything he'd just told me about in his hand, and my makeup as well. I sent a pleading look at the MacKeltars, but they all ignored me.
"You are about as useful as a flat spoon, you know that?" I called to them, and scowled at Jeremy.
He threw my stuff onto my bed, and me with it, and left. "Be ready in a half hour."
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I was ready in twenty minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt disgusting. I'd chosen the red dress, because it was longer, and strapped a dirk to the inside of my right thigh, and one on my left forearm. I stuffed some iron into my boots again, to be safe as well. I wore the same necklace I always did- a locket, given to me by my great grandmother.
My lips were bright red, matching my dress, and I'd done a smoky eye look on my eyes. My hair was curly, but natural, slightly messy. It looked sort of childish, really. I grabbed the bag, and went downstairs, ready to face the night.