In my enthusiasm and recent burst of inspiration for this fic, I have
been neglecting my Sailor Moon fic... Please forgive me, but it WILL get
updated next week!!
Anyway, more CaC Bill/Fleur goodness! Still not of the fluff-tacular
variety, but it will get there, so keep on REVIEWING!!
Yes, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!
Feedback is really good and appreciated. I've become quite attached to
this fic, so I would like to know if y'all like it, too!
Anyway, as always, disclaimers apply. We all know by now that I own
nothing but a rather unbalanced and unstable mind ~.^...so don't sue.
As always, a big bouquet of roses, a pound of Belgian chocolates, and
all similar good things in life to my excellent beta, Chained Dove!
REVIEW! I repeat, REVIEW!!!
* * *
Walk, walk, walk. Surreptitiously glance at each other when the other
is not looking. Walk, walk, walk some more. Thus, they continued, and
the journey through the desert seemed to stretch out forever. Finally, at
about two o'clock in the afternoon, they reached a wizarding town about
three hours away from Alexandria, and stopped to take a rest.
Before, when they would stop at town to rest, they would be chatting
amiably the entire time, discussing what they'd found out about the
mission, or whatever else they felt like talking about, but today, both of
them were silent. Instead of getting a table together, as they were wont
to do for meals, they sat down at opposite ends of a bar.
A disheartened Fleur plopped herself down on a barstool and ordered a
cup of vegetable soup. Despite having had a long walk, she found that
she had no appetite. But no, she had to eat. Without food, she would have
no energy to continue on their mission. So, with a steely look of
determination in her eyes, she downed her soup, and focused on her
surroundings. If she was to break Bill's heart, and her own in the process, the
least she could do was to make sure that she would do anything in her
power to help him in the mission, so that he would succeed and survive,
and return to his family in one piece, complete and whole.
Suddenly, her ears perked up, and she focused her attention on a man of
about 40 sitting about two seats away from her. He was mumbling about
ancient Egyptian spells to himself and drinking what looked like a very
alcoholic drink. Fleur smiled to herself, and gracefully rose from her
seat. Good.
"Excuze me, may I sit 'ere?" she said in her sweetest voice. The wizard
glanced up and gave a very appreciative smile, and nodded.
"Sank you. 'Ow are you today?" Fleur asked him cordially.
"Well, this day just seems to be getting better and better. May I ask
what your name is, my beauty?"
Forcing a smile on her face, she answered, "Fleur."
"Fleur..." he drew out every letter in her name as if savoring them, "A
flower. Quite fitting. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kyle Harden.
It is a PLEASURE." Grabbing her hand and smothering it with wet kisses
that stunk of alcohol. Fleur swallowed her revulsion and asked, as soon
as she pulled her hand away and discreetly wiped it on her muggle
jeans.
"So, where are you from, and where are you going, Monsieur 'Arden?"
"Oh, I'm from Alexandria. Lived there all my life...." Fleur's eyes
widened, and she listened closely to the man as he regaled her with
information about Alexandria.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, Bill, sitting a few seats away, was seething. What was that
woman DOING?! That... that lecher was practically boring a hole in the
bodice of her blouse with his eyes! If he could get any MORE perverted
in his scrutiny of Fleur's person... she must have noticed, but she was
laughing with him, going so far as to order drinks for both of them,
taking a dainty little sip of hers as the lascivious sod drained his.
Ever the princess. Ever the... the one who was gaily laughing at something
the other man had said. His disgust and anger grew as Fleur
coquettishly tossed her head, revealing an elegantly bared neck and flipping that
mane of lustrous blonde hair. Bill could almost sense the man drooling,
and he could feel his blood begin to boil.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look away, and tried to block
out the sound of her melodious laughter.
~ ~ ~
"So, you say zat ze 'istorical wizarding area of Alexandria is guarded
by a sphinx?" Fleur was asking the man. By then, she had purchased him
two more drinks, and two for herself that he had downed as well.
"Yes, she clever too. FOUR riddles! An' none of 'em ever th' same
ones." The man was starting to get drunk, and his tongue was loosened.
Fleur, meanwhile, was quickly but surreptitiously copying down what he was
telling her.
"Oh, zat sounds vairy interesting." Fleur looked down at the parchment
in her hands, covered with notes. "Well, I must be leaving now, it was
nice to meet you, Monsieur 'Arden!" She got up to leave.
"Now hold on just a second! You can't go!" The man exclaimed. Fleur
narrowed her eyes a fraction.
"'Oo is zere to say I can't? I can come and leave as I pleaze, now
excuze me!" She tried to walk around him, but he had risen and blocked her
path. Fleur glanced around the room. Bill was sitting away from them,
and he was not looking at them at all. She had a distinct idea that he
was sulking.
She sighed and turned her attention back to the man in her way. "I
shall repeat myself, I am going to go now, so please step aside." she said
in an icy voice. The man sneered.
"No, girlie. I want to play with you a little bit longer." and he shot
out a large, filthy hand to touch her hair. And at that moment, Fleur
lost her temper. No one, NO ONE was allowed to take such a liberty with
her! Her eyes started to burn, and she knew that the pupils were
blazing yellow in the center. This should have been a warning to the man that
he was dealing with one with veela blood, and caused him to back away,
but he was too inebriated to notice or care, and continued to touch her
hair.
SLAP!
Fleur felt her hand connect solidly and satisfyingly with his face. It
was a very hard blow, and the man, in his state of drunkenness,
staggered and fell. With a huff, Fleur stepped over him and stalked away
towards Bill.
Bill, who had been valiantly trying to ignore the proceedings in
Fleur's direction, spun around when a resounding slap and gasp had reached
his ears. He had turned just in time to see that man, whom Fleur had been
flirting with, fall to the ground, and Fleur herself, the epitome of
rage, stomping over towards him.
All of the sudden, he found that he had nothing to say to her. This
fickle, capricious, troublesome woman who liked to toy with men, lead them
on before hurting them. He would not look at her as he abruptly picked
up his knapsack and prepared to leave, and so, he did not see how a
single teardrop fell onto the sheet of parchment she clutched in her hand,
and splatter one of the words into a pool of murky ink.
* * *
Whee! Another chapter of lovely, divine ANGST!! One again, don't you
worry, the fluff shall resume in another, oh, two or three chapters?
REVIEW!! I've become a review whore, so REVIEW!!!!!
been neglecting my Sailor Moon fic... Please forgive me, but it WILL get
updated next week!!
Anyway, more CaC Bill/Fleur goodness! Still not of the fluff-tacular
variety, but it will get there, so keep on REVIEWING!!
Yes, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!
Feedback is really good and appreciated. I've become quite attached to
this fic, so I would like to know if y'all like it, too!
Anyway, as always, disclaimers apply. We all know by now that I own
nothing but a rather unbalanced and unstable mind ~.^...so don't sue.
As always, a big bouquet of roses, a pound of Belgian chocolates, and
all similar good things in life to my excellent beta, Chained Dove!
REVIEW! I repeat, REVIEW!!!
* * *
Walk, walk, walk. Surreptitiously glance at each other when the other
is not looking. Walk, walk, walk some more. Thus, they continued, and
the journey through the desert seemed to stretch out forever. Finally, at
about two o'clock in the afternoon, they reached a wizarding town about
three hours away from Alexandria, and stopped to take a rest.
Before, when they would stop at town to rest, they would be chatting
amiably the entire time, discussing what they'd found out about the
mission, or whatever else they felt like talking about, but today, both of
them were silent. Instead of getting a table together, as they were wont
to do for meals, they sat down at opposite ends of a bar.
A disheartened Fleur plopped herself down on a barstool and ordered a
cup of vegetable soup. Despite having had a long walk, she found that
she had no appetite. But no, she had to eat. Without food, she would have
no energy to continue on their mission. So, with a steely look of
determination in her eyes, she downed her soup, and focused on her
surroundings. If she was to break Bill's heart, and her own in the process, the
least she could do was to make sure that she would do anything in her
power to help him in the mission, so that he would succeed and survive,
and return to his family in one piece, complete and whole.
Suddenly, her ears perked up, and she focused her attention on a man of
about 40 sitting about two seats away from her. He was mumbling about
ancient Egyptian spells to himself and drinking what looked like a very
alcoholic drink. Fleur smiled to herself, and gracefully rose from her
seat. Good.
"Excuze me, may I sit 'ere?" she said in her sweetest voice. The wizard
glanced up and gave a very appreciative smile, and nodded.
"Sank you. 'Ow are you today?" Fleur asked him cordially.
"Well, this day just seems to be getting better and better. May I ask
what your name is, my beauty?"
Forcing a smile on her face, she answered, "Fleur."
"Fleur..." he drew out every letter in her name as if savoring them, "A
flower. Quite fitting. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kyle Harden.
It is a PLEASURE." Grabbing her hand and smothering it with wet kisses
that stunk of alcohol. Fleur swallowed her revulsion and asked, as soon
as she pulled her hand away and discreetly wiped it on her muggle
jeans.
"So, where are you from, and where are you going, Monsieur 'Arden?"
"Oh, I'm from Alexandria. Lived there all my life...." Fleur's eyes
widened, and she listened closely to the man as he regaled her with
information about Alexandria.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, Bill, sitting a few seats away, was seething. What was that
woman DOING?! That... that lecher was practically boring a hole in the
bodice of her blouse with his eyes! If he could get any MORE perverted
in his scrutiny of Fleur's person... she must have noticed, but she was
laughing with him, going so far as to order drinks for both of them,
taking a dainty little sip of hers as the lascivious sod drained his.
Ever the princess. Ever the... the one who was gaily laughing at something
the other man had said. His disgust and anger grew as Fleur
coquettishly tossed her head, revealing an elegantly bared neck and flipping that
mane of lustrous blonde hair. Bill could almost sense the man drooling,
and he could feel his blood begin to boil.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look away, and tried to block
out the sound of her melodious laughter.
~ ~ ~
"So, you say zat ze 'istorical wizarding area of Alexandria is guarded
by a sphinx?" Fleur was asking the man. By then, she had purchased him
two more drinks, and two for herself that he had downed as well.
"Yes, she clever too. FOUR riddles! An' none of 'em ever th' same
ones." The man was starting to get drunk, and his tongue was loosened.
Fleur, meanwhile, was quickly but surreptitiously copying down what he was
telling her.
"Oh, zat sounds vairy interesting." Fleur looked down at the parchment
in her hands, covered with notes. "Well, I must be leaving now, it was
nice to meet you, Monsieur 'Arden!" She got up to leave.
"Now hold on just a second! You can't go!" The man exclaimed. Fleur
narrowed her eyes a fraction.
"'Oo is zere to say I can't? I can come and leave as I pleaze, now
excuze me!" She tried to walk around him, but he had risen and blocked her
path. Fleur glanced around the room. Bill was sitting away from them,
and he was not looking at them at all. She had a distinct idea that he
was sulking.
She sighed and turned her attention back to the man in her way. "I
shall repeat myself, I am going to go now, so please step aside." she said
in an icy voice. The man sneered.
"No, girlie. I want to play with you a little bit longer." and he shot
out a large, filthy hand to touch her hair. And at that moment, Fleur
lost her temper. No one, NO ONE was allowed to take such a liberty with
her! Her eyes started to burn, and she knew that the pupils were
blazing yellow in the center. This should have been a warning to the man that
he was dealing with one with veela blood, and caused him to back away,
but he was too inebriated to notice or care, and continued to touch her
hair.
SLAP!
Fleur felt her hand connect solidly and satisfyingly with his face. It
was a very hard blow, and the man, in his state of drunkenness,
staggered and fell. With a huff, Fleur stepped over him and stalked away
towards Bill.
Bill, who had been valiantly trying to ignore the proceedings in
Fleur's direction, spun around when a resounding slap and gasp had reached
his ears. He had turned just in time to see that man, whom Fleur had been
flirting with, fall to the ground, and Fleur herself, the epitome of
rage, stomping over towards him.
All of the sudden, he found that he had nothing to say to her. This
fickle, capricious, troublesome woman who liked to toy with men, lead them
on before hurting them. He would not look at her as he abruptly picked
up his knapsack and prepared to leave, and so, he did not see how a
single teardrop fell onto the sheet of parchment she clutched in her hand,
and splatter one of the words into a pool of murky ink.
* * *
Whee! Another chapter of lovely, divine ANGST!! One again, don't you
worry, the fluff shall resume in another, oh, two or three chapters?
REVIEW!! I've become a review whore, so REVIEW!!!!!