HEY! Well, this is a pretty long story for my series of Pleasant events, but like this idea. For some reason it involves cars!! I dunno why the last three contains cars. Beryl is very much like Hyacinth Bucket in 'keeping up appearances' I love it! Sorry I spell out euros and not show the sign. I haven't got a euros sing on my key pad so I had to make do to typing the word. Hope you like this one. Its cut in two parts to make it less long or easier.
Please keep up your R&Rs! I so much appreciated it! Send some suggestions too if you want. But I'm not sure if I could make much when the term starts again! L
Rhos Furey!
Lady Muck and the Auction Part 1!
Beryl was not very popular with people. She was unpleasant, rude, selfish and very, very annoying. Melissa listed all the bad points about Beryl in her head, if not the only points of Beryl, while Beryl herself was complaining away jabbering on the kitchen table.
"So," Melissa cut through one of Beryl's rants. "Why have you given me the pleasure of your visit this morning?"
Obviously, Melissa was being sarcastic.
However, Beryl didn't seem to notice and took a moment to remember why she had come in the first place. Then, something clicked.
"Oh, it's about your daughter."
Melissa looked up in exasperation. Not again. When will she keep her large nose out of her business and stop telling her how to be a mother.
"I'm quite alarmed by who Stephanie makes friends with."
Melissa frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, when Stephanie was staying with me while you and Desmond were in Paris. I very odd woman called for Stephanie."
"What was odd about her?" Melissa was quite interested.
Beryl grimaced, "She wore brown leather! I mean, who wears brown leather nowadays? And she was a Doctor!"
Melissa could've laughed. Beryl certainly didn't go with the fashion. Melissa eyed Beryl's ugly beige skirt and matching shawl. Please.
When Melissa was about to reply, her daughter entered the kitchen in her school uniform. She smiled at her mother, and then suddenly noticed Beryl sitting down. She hid a grimace behind Beryl's back. Melissa smiled.
"Ah, Stephanie. Good to see you."
Valkyrie knew she was lying, she lied back. "You too, Aunt Beryl."
She quickly made herself some cereal and chomped it down, desperate to get away from her aunt as soon as possible.
She vaguely listened to Beryl blabbing about how well her girls, or the Toxic Twins as Valkyrie liked to call them, were doing in school.
Valkyrie was told by her reflection however, that the twins were caught smoking in the girls' toilets and had been suspended for a few days. Beryl though seemed to avoid that news to Melissa, saying how the twins received raving reports from the teachers and that they were auditioning for the school musical.
Good luck to them, Valkyrie thought. They sounded like two Siamese cats being strangled. Actually, they sounded better than Carol and Crystal.
Valkyrie was just about to start at the stairs to bring her reflection out as beryl stopped her.
"How is that…Taylor? Is it?"
Valkyrie sighed, "Tanith." She corrected.
"Yes, her." Beryl never forgotten how her husband looked at Tanith Low.
"Good, thank you. I haven't really seen her in a while." Tanith told her about her little meeting with Beryl. She had said she was a Doctor. "She's been very busy with her patients."
Before she could be asked any more question Valkyrie sprinted to her bedroom.
"Phew,"
Valkyrie took out her Reflection and climbed out of the window when Beryl and her mother went off about their lives for the day.
She was off to get Skulduggery car shopping. The Bentley was all very well and all, but it was in to be fixed. They had recently crashed it badly while in a car chase and sadly, the mechanic said it was a hefty job and could not say if it was fixable.
Moreover, Valkyrie couldn't stand the Canary Car or the Purple Menace. In addition, when Skulduggery said he was thinking of buying a new car, she jumped at the chance.
She just hoped he had a bank account big enough for the car she was hoping for.
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Beryl was with her husband, who was intent on buying a car today. They had been trying to get one for weeks but Fergus was so fussy and was desperate for a certain car, a Bentley.
A Bentley however was in this auction lot. Lucky.
Lets just hope no one else bids for it, hoped Beryl.
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"So," Chirped Skulduggery as they entered the warehouse where a vary of posh Cars and super cars were on show. Men gawped at them, while their wives told them their price limit and they'd sulk away.
Skulduggery was in his finest disguise. He actually got a professional wig maker and got a decent wig, a blond one. Valkyrie actually wondered if he was naturally blond. Before he died of course. He had magic spectacles that seemed like ordinary pair of glasses but pictured bright blue eyes looking through them instead of the blank sockets. It freaked Valkyrie out how much Skulduggery actually looked human. But still remained was his scarf around the lower part of his skull. And the hat. However good a wig, a hat was Skulduggery's fashion accessory.
"What kind of Car do you think will reflect me?" Skulduggery continued, asking Valkyrie.
She smiled, "Perhaps just a skeleton of a car and that will do. No engine, no wheels. Just the frame?"
Skulduggery's magical 'eyes' rolled.
Valkyrie was unnerved how Skulduggery could express his emotions through those eyes. It was so weird.
"Or," Skulduggery persisted, "A slick, smooth Jaguar. Quick and agile. Maybe red, signal for danger. Do not dare. That sort of thing." He winked.
Valkyrie shivered, those eyes were abnormal for Skulduggery.
"Well, lets just see," She opened the leaflet that held all the lot of the auction. She noticed a Bentley.
"Maybe a newer Bentley?" She shrugged.
Skulduggery took the leaflet quickly from her grasp. Saw the picture. "It does look nice,"
Valkyrie smiled, hearing him pining for his original Bentley. He didn't like change.
"Perhaps I'll see it first."
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"There it is!" Yelped Fergus, perhaps far too enthusiastic for seeing a Bentley.
Beryl couldn't't help but be awed at it. She could imagine the jealous looks from her neighbours when they saw her cruising in it.
The Black, continental was parked in the centre of the warehouse and everyone gathered around it. A guard was there, crossed arms, preventing people from touching it. It was that nice.
Beryl almost drooled over it. She could feel Fergus's excitement. They had the cash, after selling the mere boat Gordon had left them, they had money for what really mattered. A higher status for themselves.
"Well, what do you think?"
Beryl heard a familiar young voice. She turned her head sharply, ears pricked up like a hare.
Than, she saw her. Right in front of her, nudging past people to get closer to the Bentley was Stephanie. Stephanie Edgley.
Beryl Grabbed Fergus's shoulder and spun him around, intruding his day dreaming.
"What's the matter dear?" he asked.
Beryl simply pointed, trying to be discreet.
"What?" Fergus didn't understand.
"Stephanie!" She hissed.
He suddenly noticed his niece, but she wasn't alone.
Beryl saw that man again, the one in the hat. She knew he look familiar. He had saw her with that Tanith girl too! Stephanie was suppose to be in school! She would have words to Melissa.