A/N: Just so you know, this story takes place before the Purification ceremony in untamed.
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Disclaimer- I do not own the House of night series…
Claimer- I do own Mickey and some other characters…
MPOV…
"Wow…" Was the only thing I could think of to say when I first saw Erik Night.
He was absolutely perrrrfect. I mean just look at him. He had the face, the body, the icy blue eyes, the black hair, he had the everything.
Jack took one look at my face and giggled. Then he left me with this perfect god like being.
"Hello. You much be the new student Mickey Waters." He smiled.
"Ummm… its just Mickey." I told him.
"Really… you got rid of your last name?" He asked.
"No. It got taken from me." I smiled a really fake smiled, hopefully he didn't notice.
"Sorry about that. Well I am new at this teaching thing so just sit wherever you want. This is the smallest class I have all day. Only 15 students." He smiled.
I nodded and smiled back and went to take a seat in the back where no one was. I didn't want to be crowded by his female fan posse. They looked really scary. I mean come one! Just because he was cute doesn't mean that he had a good personality… jeeze!
"Ok… today we will be working on Romeo and Juliet. Would anyone like to volunteer to be Juliet?" He asked.
Almost every girl raised her hand. I didn't of course. I didn't really liked acting if front of people. I did really well sure, but just the thought of everyone looking at me made my stomach do flips.
"Mickey…" He called on me.
"Ummmm… I cant." I smiled.
"And why not?" He smiled back. I could tell that this wasn't going to be an easy victory, if I got the victory at all.
"I have a very big stage fright. And unless you was to black 'Oh how do thee vomit' I think I better stay off the stage." I gave him a sickly sweet smile.
"I think I can cure that stage fright. Come on up here." He gave me the same smile.
I had lost.
I grunted and walked up to the stage. I heard a few whispers and stuff about my mark, but I didn't really pay attention to them. I hated the fact that everyone looked at me mark instead of me. Kind of like looking at Pamela Anderson's boobs instead of her eyes. I mean sure its very pretty, but my eyes are the same color. Can't people look at those?
I was too busy with this train of thought that I didn't realize where I was walking and I rammed straight into Erik'. Luckily he caught me before I fell backwards.
"Is something the matter?" He asked.
"Yeah… the fact that you made me come up here." I glared at him. He just smiled at me like I was some cute little puppy trying to get some food.
"Well we need to remove that stage fright of yours right?" He asked.
"I actually like it were it is thank you." I smiled at him, but it wasn't a nice one.
"Well too bad." He whispered to me. He might be cute, but I didn't like him. "We will be working on Act 2 Scene 2." He smiled. "Just look at me and everything will be ok." He promised.
"Easier said then done." I whispered.
Erik:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
It was my que, but I didn't want to say anything. I was too scared. Everyone was staring at me. I knew what to say. I had memorized it, but nothing came out.
A hand grabbed my chin and jerked my face to where I was staring into icy blue eyes.
"Just look at me." Erik commanded. I just nodded and took a deep breath while he
Erik:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Mickey:
Ay me!
Erik:
She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
I was so into the play and the way he looked at me made me love him. Not like a real love. But like the love my character, Juliet, had for his character, Romeo. The way he made me feel was amazing. Like I was actually Juliet and he was my Romeo. I wasn't in to all of that mushy stuff, but it was awesome. Like he was molding my character for me.
Mickey:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Erick:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Mickey:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
So this is what if felt like to stand on the stage and act in front of people. This is how it felt to have people admire your work.
Erick:
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Mickey:
What man art thou that thus be screen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
Erik:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Mickey:
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Erik:
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Mickey:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Erik:
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
Mickey:
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Erik:
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
Mickey:
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
"Wow… you are really good. I think you should take part in the Monologue competition this February. It would be a good thing for you to get in." Erik praised me.
"No thank you." I smiled as I walked off the stage.
"Why not?"
I didn't answer as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I didn't really think that the competition was for me if it was going to take place on stage.
"Where are you going? Class isn't finished yet." Erik asked.
"I am going to relive my stomach of all the butterflies built up in it." I smiled and waled out of the room.
So far, this has been the worst day ever.