Nothing was left for me to take. My stereo was missing, my pictures were torn, even the leftover food in my fridge was gone.
"Who hates me this much?" I asked squeezing Godric's hand for comfort.
"Let's go before your landlord or the police show up," Godric said tearing me away from my horrible nightmare.
"First the limo and now this," I said as Godric raced back home. "Something's coming."
"Everything's fine," Godric said looking over at me. "You're alive."
Yeah, but for how much longer, I asked myself.
We arrived back at his house n minutes flat. He opened the door for me waiting for me to move. I rose from his car still in a trance over what happened.
"Are you going anywhere tomorrow?" He asked with one hand hovering over the small of my back to keep me moving.
"I have to," I answered walking into the house. "Tomorrow is the competition."
"Will you be alright going by yourself?" Godric asked knowing it started before sundown.
I thought for a moment. The limo happened at night so I guess my house happened at night too, "Yes."
"Do you still have my house keys?" he asked.
"Sank to the bottom of the river," I answered.
"You don't have anything to change into then?" Godric said noticing my clothing choice for the past two days.
"Either in the water or missing," I answered.
Godric was silent for a moment, "You should get some rest."
I nodded heading towards the bedroom. Isabel passed me looking slightly confused as she did. I managed to snicker at the face she made.
"She's so funny when she's confused," I said closing the door behind me.
I walked into the attached bathroom stripping off my clothes to take a warm shower. The entire room was filled with steam as I stood beneath the shower head. The warmth felt so good on my body. It seemed to wash away the slight stress I felt.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fuzzy towel. I looked down at the really stinky dance uniform wishing Godric had a washer for them. There wasn't anything for me to wear to bed so it was either but on the stinky clothes or sleep naked.
I decided against the two and I washed the uniform in the sink. The liquid soap was sudsy enough to at east get the stink off. I let them soak in the water for a few minutes as I sat to think.
I kept a very tight hold on the towel in case Stan decided to scare it off me. My neck was wide open at this point and I thought of him getting a "quick bite" before I could shove him off.
"Lacey?" Isabel knocked on the bathroom door.
"Yes?" I answered standing up but not opening the door.
There was a long pause. I waited for her to say something. Nothing came. I slowly opened the door and peered out.
I saw a large black bag on the floor below me. I dragged it into the bathroom with me and opened it. It was fairly heavy and filled to the top as I saw the zipper being pulled on.
"Oh Godric," I breathed seeing a good closet full of clothing.
Everything I needed was in there. He must have sent Isabel to get me a few things. Tops, bottoms, outfits, formal dresses, dance uniforms, shoes, and hair products. It was bigger than the closet I was used to. Like a whole years supply of clothes just fell into my lap.
I dressed into boy shorts and a tank top for bed. It would only be a few hours before I would have to get up but taking a power nap sounded better than a warm shower.
"I'll have to thank him tomorrow," I said getting in between the sheets.
I forced my eyes open as the sun came up. Since I didn't know what time Freddy and Andre needed me I decided to go as early as possible. I packed my new bag and headed out the door.
It didn't take me too long to reach the Performing Arts Center by bus. I saw two very familiar cars in the parking lot and headed right in without a second thought.
I entered the main room seeing both of the men turn and stare at me. I looked down at my outfit seeing the appropriate attire. What are they staring at?
"You made it!" Andre exclaimed with a bright smile.
Whoa, he's smiling, I thought to myself.
"Let's get started," Freddy added taking my hand as I threw my bad in a corner.
We picked up where we left off. Most of the routine was still in my head. Andre had us work on a few flips and dips but nothing really stuck with him for too long. He eventually had Freddy lift me up above his head and appear to throw me back down on the ground for a finale.
It was the first try and Freddy's arms gave out. I landed hard on my back with Freddy's legs on either side of me. He just glared down at me as I flinched from the pain.
"You threw me," I said opening my eyes.
There was silence. Throwing your partner was never allowed since it let out aggression and dominance. It usually happened when the male was too frustrated with the female's dancing abilities. It wasn't uncommon but I never thought I would be thrown. I rolled over and started to get up feeling more pain in my head now.
"Sorry," Freddy said jerking his shoulder up.
No you're not, I thought furiously.
"Freddy's just nervous about tonight, that's all," Andre said taking his side as usual. "Try it again."
I really didn't want to get back in his grasp but Freddy and I were the only one's left in our category. We were both slightly shorter than the required height and if we decided to go separate ways there would be no replacement for either of us. So in order to stay in dance he and I had to put up with each other.
We tried the throw once more and this time I didn't land hard on my back. I landed where I was supposed to on my side with my face down in defeat and he didn't throw me down either. I glared up at Freddy as we broke our stance. I hoped he wouldn't do that in front of the audience and the judges.
"Great job, now we need to get fitted again," Freddy said walking over to the exit door.
I helped myself up and walked to grab my bag.
"Hey Lacey, do you have your cell phone on you?" Andre asked.
"No, it's missing," I answered not technically lying.
"Well you need to find it because we have no way of reaching you," Andre noted walking out to his car.
"I can't afford it anymore so it's a good thing it's missing," I responded thinking he would be more apologetic.
Instead he was silent. I opened the door to Freddy's car and shoved my bag in the back. He started up the engine and raced with Andre to the tailor. Freddy didn't drive nearly as reckless as Godric which made me smile.
The tailor place was mainly for the nearby dancers. It had lot's of fabric and shiny things. Freddy and Andre walked in first and were recognized immediately. I followed and sat down in a chair waiting patiently.
Freddy always tried his outfit on first. Just because he's girly like that. It was black with a long v-neckline that reached to his belt showing off a bit of his chiseled chest. His sleeves were long and flared out at the end with a little bit of red and gold shimmer. The belt was more of a golden rope that was an accessory since his outfit was one piece. His shoes were black and he kept looking at his rear end in the mirror.
Andre approved of it and Freddy believed it fit rather snug. They then tuned to me to try on my personal master piece.
It was very tight and clutched to every curve of my body. It was black as well. It was a halter top that pushed my girls up and forward for some sex appeal. It was a squared heart neckline that was low enough for my taste but it wasn't the main worry I had. The dress was long but didn't touch the floor. There was a large slit up the side showing of most of my bare leg with red and gold shimmer along the edge. The part that worried most was the back. It was completely missing except for a see through strap to connect the front to it to keep it tight. It reached all the way down to the small of my back and stopped at the very end of my waistline. It was wide too as the dark fabric started to cover my front just above my pelvis bone. Over all; it was pretty but I was not comfortable in it.
Andre and Freddy just stared.
"You still have your figure⦠mostly," Andre said as he watched me turn slowly.
I was glad my hair was down at this point covering up most of my bare back.
"Alright, change out of it, packet it and head to the PA for hair and make-up," Andre ordered.
It was only three hours till start and I wasn't close to being ready. It took some time to put on a full face of make up and give me a quick spray tan. And my hair took a long time as well.
"Good thing we're not first then," Freddy said as we left the building.
I climbed into Freddy's car again and jumped when he revved his engine. I shook my head as he zoomed off again racing Andre to the PA center.
The building was full behind the scenes as dancers were either getting ready or practicing their routine. A few rivals waved at us. I waved back but Freddy just sneered with his nose high in the air.
Great way to make friends, I thought shrugging.
We separated then. The girls were on one half of the building while the guys were on the other. I wouldn't see Freddy until show time now which made me happy. I found my make-up artist and changed into my dress.
My hair was done first. They curled it and stuck a few thousand bobby pins in it to keep it up on my head. Eventually they added a net to really keep it in place without too much hairspray. I liked it, even if it did show off my entire backside.
I hope it's not too cold, I thought thinking about the floor.
Next was my make-up. They decided against the spray tan since Freddy was getting paler. Everything was amped up since it was a theater business. I had a full face of foundation on giving me a somewhat unhealthy glow. My lips were dark ruby red making them look even fuller than they already were. My cheeks had a slight pink hue making my cheekbones look higher. The eyes were my favorite part! Smokey cat eyes! They made my eyes look that much bluer and larger than normal. I played with my eyes in the mirror for a little bit completely amused! The fake-eye lashes were a tad much though.
"Show time!" someone yelled.
The first couple was hitting the floor now. It meant we had to be extra silent since it echoed really easily in the building. Freddy and I weren't on for another hour and a half or so.
I turned back to the mirror seeing myself as a whole now. I didn't like it. It was way too much of everything! My lips and eyes stood out the most making my face look really old. The dress itself was way over done with only added to the old trying to be young factor. At least my hair still looked pretty good.
Someone approached me from behind, "There are for you."
A full bouquet of roses were handed to me. There must have been thirty of them! It was heavy in my arms and there wasn't a note to read.
"Aw, did your boyfriend send that to you?" a dancer asked.
I thought for a moment, "I don't have anyone to send me roses."
"Did your partner send them?" she asked.
I threw my head back with laughter. I tried not to cry or else my make-up would run.
"No, he would never, ever send me flowers," I answered seeing her face in the mirror.
I placed the flowers down on the table in front of me. I shook my head unable to find anyone who would know where I was to send me flowers. Yes, Godric was a possibility, but he had no clue where I was since I didn't drink enough of his blood.
"I wonder if he's thirsty?" I asked myself remembering the last time he sank his teeth into me. "I'll have to ask him."
It was soon time to line up with Freddy. There were still two couples to go ahead of us but the Performing Arts Center liked to keep things moving without delays. We stood next to each other in the small hallway. Neither of us make a remark or made eye contact. I liked it that way.
"Don't fall when I throw you at the end," Freddy murmured.
I scowled, "Then don't throw me so fucking hard."
We both glared at each other. It was then I knew he really didn't care for me. All he ever cared about was winning. Hence why he treated me so badly when the only one in the room would turn a blind eye. But in the end, we needed each other to stay in dance which be both loved; our one and only agreement.
The couple head of us stared in shock. Both of there faces were long with wide eyes. I could only fathom what went through there heads.
Freddy and I tore away from each other both burning mad inside. It was probably for the better since we were dancing a rather angry dance. I could totally smack him for real now. And I'm sure he was no different.
The last couple before us hit the floor. Now was when the nerves out sink in but for Freddy and I; we were more than ready for this. We were in character and ready to annihilate our competition without even thinking about it.
