Onyxx: Well, Raoul and Erik are still going at it. So here's Chapter Seven without them.
Erik: Don't you dare introduce Chapter Seven without me, tu ignorant vacă! Ar trebui sa te sugrume si atarna tu de la ventilator tavan!
Raoul: I think he just screamed at you in Romanian . . .
Onyxx: I know. I speak Romanian pretty well. What he said was, "... you ignorant cow! I should strangle you and hang you from the ceiling fan!"
Erik: Die, fiu de catea, mor! Mama ta a fost o curvă şi tatăl tău futut sora ta toata noaptea!
Raoul: What did he say?
Onyxx: You really don't want to know.
Chapter Seven:
I stayed still, glaring at him with all the hate in the world, but Chelsea's hand on mine soothed me. She must have felt the immense loathing radiating off me.
Chelsea smiled. "Cousin, it's good to see you," she said, directing the conversation to Christine. "This is Erik, my fiance." She emphasized 'fiance.'
Christine managed a smile. "Yes, we've already met. And this is my husband, Raoul." She spat the word 'husband' at me, making sure to glare at me as she spoke. "But I'm sure you remember him from our childhood, when you would visit the house by the sea."
I stood, storming out of the room, brushing past Raoul and up the stairs.
Once in mine and Chelsea's room, I threw myself onto the bed, letting the tears fall.
Now that I thought about it, Chelsea did resemble Christine, a tiny bit. They were both tall and slender with big eyes and dark hair. How did I not notice this before?
I don't know when I fell into a deep slumber, but it was after nightfall when a small hand shook me out of my nightmares of Christine.
Chelsea's blue eyes were filled with sadness. "Erik . . ." she whispered, stroking my deformed cheek. "I'm sorry. I should have told you we were related."
"It's fine," I said, returning the caring gesture. "I shouldn't have stormed out like that."
She smirked. "If it makes you feel better, Raoul has vowed never to return as long as you're staying here."
I laughed, then sighed and stood, lighting the candle beside the bed. "Perhaps it is more for his own good than mine," I said, taking off my shirt and sitting back down.
Chelsea sat beside me, taking my hand in hers. "Matilda and I discussed a date," she said, looking into my eyes. "For our 'marriage.'" She smirked as she said it.
"Really?" I raised one eyebrow. "And what day is our 'wedding' to be?" I couldn't help but smile. We were really going to pretend we were getting married.
"Next Sunday seemed ideal." Looking away, she said softly, "Will you teach me to sing?"
Uh-oh. The last time that had happened . . . well . . . you saw what happened with Raoul and Christine earlier.
I opened my mouth to say 'no,' but instead, "Yes," was what I heard.
Chelsea leapt at me, throwing her arms around me, squealing like a happy child, causing us to fall off the bed and into the floor.
I landed on my back, but soon had her pinned to the floor, giggling.
"I'm not letting you up," I warned, laughing as well. "You knocked me into the floor, now you're going to have to pay for it."
I didn't really notice our proximity until Matilda knocked on the door, bringing in a teatray and saw us un the floor, me pinning her down with her hands over her head. Eyes widening, she put the tray down and backed slowly out the door.
"No, it's not what it looks like," I tried to say, but Chelsea cut me off by laughing.
Glaring at her, I stood up and slid into the bed. "I hope you know you're sleeping on the floor tonight," I growled, tossing her a pillow.
"No, I'm not." Chelsea went behind the room divider, tossing her dark indigo dress up over it. The room divider was made of some kind of light cloth and a small, springy wood. She had a candle behind it with her, casting her silhouette through the cloth. It took every ounce of self-reserve I had to look away.
When she returned, she wore a long, modest nightgown. Fully intent on keeping her out of the bed, I spread out like a starfish with a smirk on my face.
Completely ignoring me, she lay down, halfway on top of me. Frowning, I looked down at her, curled up with her head on my chest, then actually forgot how to frown. She was already asleep.
Sighing, I pulled her closer and positioned her so she would be more comfortable, then soon fell asleep beside her.
Again, Christine did not appear in my dreams.
Onyxx: Erik, did you really have to break his nose?
Erik: He deserves it!
Raoul: You asshole!
Erik: Shut up, or I'll break something else!
Onyxx: Erik, you can't hurt him! He's useful!
Erik: How?
Onyxx: Raoul, go wash the dishes or I'll unleash Erik.
(Raoul scurries to the kitchen)
Onyxx: See?
Erik: I like the idea of having him around now.
Onyxx: See, knew you would. X3
