Oh wow I haven't updated this fic for a loooong time. But since it seems like.. well several people liked it, I thought I would continue it for fun and the fans' sake. ^-^;;
Darn! I remember having the chapter 5 written but somehow I lost the file.. Nooo!!!
Uhh..The fish part's kinda..scary..and confusing, but..you'll know what's up with it later.
Watch for the languages!
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Siren's Song
Chapter 5
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1.2 She fell in love.
The Prince.
It was impossible
to achieve her love.
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Rosabella quitely smiled and met his eyes with her beautiful blue ones.
"Osion."
The soothing voice woke him from his fantasies and flashbacks.
"...Rosabella."
She quitely stood up. A sweet fragrance of rose whirled and danced around him like the rose petals.
"I've...missed you.. So much..!"
Before she finished her sentence, she threw herself at him and embraced him tight. He hugged back in response, gently kissing her hair and caressing it softly. She buried her face in his chest and quitely sobbed. Vincent felt his own eyes damp, but held back the tears. Aeris--Jane dabbed a piece of laced white cloth on her eyes constantly, sniffing and obviously touched by this scene. She cleared her throat.
"Osion, my dear! You look filthy! I had the servants prepare you a hot bath. Ahh what was her name....Yes. Irene would take you to the bath room."
"Iris, ....mother."
"Oh yes. I've forgotten. My memories aren't what it used to be these days, dear."
Rosabella lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet Vincent's. She pulled herself away from him and smiled feebly.
"Well, my love.. I should go cleanse myself too."
Vincent nodded, missing the feeling of Rosabella in his arms and smelling her aroma of roses from her hair. He stepped out the door, leaving his mother and Rosabella to a deep conversation about his return and something about a grand feast tonight. He closed the door behind him, and found Iris waiting with a black robe neatly folded in her arms.
"...I shall take you to the bath room, my Lord."
"Just call me Vincent, will you?"
"..."
She led him through the dark corridors. It seemed like she wanted to say something to him, but she never made a sound except her quiet and quick footsteps, the sound muffled by the soft embroidered red carpet on the floor. After some walking, they reached a thick mahogany wooden door with a crystal doorknob. Iris pushed the door open silently. She handed him his robe and turned around to leave when Vincent laid a hand on her arm.
"I'll be going now, my Lord."
"Vincent."
"..."
"You're hiding something."
"..."
"Tell me"
"I'm not hiding anything."
"I could see it in your eyes, your actions. Everything tell me you are."
"......"
"Tell me now."
Iris pursed her lips tightly as if to consider. Then she gave up on Vincent's stubborn-ness.
"...Your Fiance`."
"Yes, what about her?"
"...Who does she look like...to you? I mean... for your presence.."
"..Lucretia."
"....I see."
"You still haven't answered my question."
Iris sighed softly.
"Well. Rosabella.. Her nickname.. its the Queen of the Roses. She always... well... attracted rich men with her enticing looks."
Vincent nodded for her to go on.
"Every rose...has its thorns."
With the last words, Iris quickly snatched her arm out of Vincent's hands and ran swiftly before Vincent knew what was going on. He stood dumbly with his hand still outstretched. After few minutes, he realized she was gone. Every rose has its thorns. Well whatever that means. Vincent figured that he could think this out during the bath. He picked up the robe from the white marble floor and closed the door. He hung the robe on the towel rack, and took off his vest and shirt. He quickly slided out of his pants and wrapped the towel around his waist. He saw that the tub was already filled with steaming hot water. He stirred the water with his right hand to measure its temperature. Still hot. ...Too hot.
"Maybe I'll just wait for it to cool a little."
He said aloud. Then he sat down on the edge of the enormous tub when he heard a high giggle. It surprised him so much that he fell off the edge, into the steaming hot water.
"ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
He yelled as the hot water swallowed him. He had fallen into the deep part of the tub, which was about 7 feet. The water boiled him like a de-feathered chicken. Why the hell is this tub so deep!? he thought. He quickly attempted to swim out to the shallow part. The giggle became louder. Only then he realized that he was entirely naked, because he saw the towel floating away to the other side of the tub.
"Who...who are you!? What do you want!? I'm not wearing anything you know!!!"
He shouted in embarrassment and anger. Soon he began to look around for the owner of the giggles. It took him awhile since the bath room was huge. Then he found the source. A red fish in a portrait that was hanging on the wall, was laughing.
"Why are you laughing at me for!? "
Then it struck him. The fish was laughing. A fish. And the fish was just a picture. ...What the fuck.
"Hehehe. Hehehehehe! AhHAHAHAHAHAA"
The fish laughed louder and louder. It even became... scary. Vincent slammed his fist on the wall hard.
"SHUT UP"
The surprise silenced the fish. What the fuck, Vincent thought again. A fish in a portrait is laughing.
"What the hell ARE you!?"
The fish seemed to be frozen with fear for a minute. Then it replied.
"A fish."
With that, it started to laugh again as if to responding to its own personal joke. Vincent swam to the other side of the tub to fetch the towel. He swiftly jumped out of the tub, wrapped the heavy wet towel around his waist, and... slipped on a puddle of oil.
"Shit!"
The fish was laughing... and laughing.. The sound echoing throughout the bath room. His vision became dark. Was he blacking out? Geez.. would that fish ever shut the hell up...
"Hahahahahaa...hahahahaha... hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Guess not... wait..How...Did I slip? A puddle of oil? I don't recall any oil when I came in..What is this..
Soon Vincent gave in to the darkness and fell into the deep unconsciousness.
Darn! I remember having the chapter 5 written but somehow I lost the file.. Nooo!!!
Uhh..The fish part's kinda..scary..and confusing, but..you'll know what's up with it later.
Watch for the languages!
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Siren's Song
Chapter 5
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1.2 She fell in love.
The Prince.
It was impossible
to achieve her love.
~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))~))
Rosabella quitely smiled and met his eyes with her beautiful blue ones.
"Osion."
The soothing voice woke him from his fantasies and flashbacks.
"...Rosabella."
She quitely stood up. A sweet fragrance of rose whirled and danced around him like the rose petals.
"I've...missed you.. So much..!"
Before she finished her sentence, she threw herself at him and embraced him tight. He hugged back in response, gently kissing her hair and caressing it softly. She buried her face in his chest and quitely sobbed. Vincent felt his own eyes damp, but held back the tears. Aeris--Jane dabbed a piece of laced white cloth on her eyes constantly, sniffing and obviously touched by this scene. She cleared her throat.
"Osion, my dear! You look filthy! I had the servants prepare you a hot bath. Ahh what was her name....Yes. Irene would take you to the bath room."
"Iris, ....mother."
"Oh yes. I've forgotten. My memories aren't what it used to be these days, dear."
Rosabella lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet Vincent's. She pulled herself away from him and smiled feebly.
"Well, my love.. I should go cleanse myself too."
Vincent nodded, missing the feeling of Rosabella in his arms and smelling her aroma of roses from her hair. He stepped out the door, leaving his mother and Rosabella to a deep conversation about his return and something about a grand feast tonight. He closed the door behind him, and found Iris waiting with a black robe neatly folded in her arms.
"...I shall take you to the bath room, my Lord."
"Just call me Vincent, will you?"
"..."
She led him through the dark corridors. It seemed like she wanted to say something to him, but she never made a sound except her quiet and quick footsteps, the sound muffled by the soft embroidered red carpet on the floor. After some walking, they reached a thick mahogany wooden door with a crystal doorknob. Iris pushed the door open silently. She handed him his robe and turned around to leave when Vincent laid a hand on her arm.
"I'll be going now, my Lord."
"Vincent."
"..."
"You're hiding something."
"..."
"Tell me"
"I'm not hiding anything."
"I could see it in your eyes, your actions. Everything tell me you are."
"......"
"Tell me now."
Iris pursed her lips tightly as if to consider. Then she gave up on Vincent's stubborn-ness.
"...Your Fiance`."
"Yes, what about her?"
"...Who does she look like...to you? I mean... for your presence.."
"..Lucretia."
"....I see."
"You still haven't answered my question."
Iris sighed softly.
"Well. Rosabella.. Her nickname.. its the Queen of the Roses. She always... well... attracted rich men with her enticing looks."
Vincent nodded for her to go on.
"Every rose...has its thorns."
With the last words, Iris quickly snatched her arm out of Vincent's hands and ran swiftly before Vincent knew what was going on. He stood dumbly with his hand still outstretched. After few minutes, he realized she was gone. Every rose has its thorns. Well whatever that means. Vincent figured that he could think this out during the bath. He picked up the robe from the white marble floor and closed the door. He hung the robe on the towel rack, and took off his vest and shirt. He quickly slided out of his pants and wrapped the towel around his waist. He saw that the tub was already filled with steaming hot water. He stirred the water with his right hand to measure its temperature. Still hot. ...Too hot.
"Maybe I'll just wait for it to cool a little."
He said aloud. Then he sat down on the edge of the enormous tub when he heard a high giggle. It surprised him so much that he fell off the edge, into the steaming hot water.
"ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
He yelled as the hot water swallowed him. He had fallen into the deep part of the tub, which was about 7 feet. The water boiled him like a de-feathered chicken. Why the hell is this tub so deep!? he thought. He quickly attempted to swim out to the shallow part. The giggle became louder. Only then he realized that he was entirely naked, because he saw the towel floating away to the other side of the tub.
"Who...who are you!? What do you want!? I'm not wearing anything you know!!!"
He shouted in embarrassment and anger. Soon he began to look around for the owner of the giggles. It took him awhile since the bath room was huge. Then he found the source. A red fish in a portrait that was hanging on the wall, was laughing.
"Why are you laughing at me for!? "
Then it struck him. The fish was laughing. A fish. And the fish was just a picture. ...What the fuck.
"Hehehe. Hehehehehe! AhHAHAHAHAHAA"
The fish laughed louder and louder. It even became... scary. Vincent slammed his fist on the wall hard.
"SHUT UP"
The surprise silenced the fish. What the fuck, Vincent thought again. A fish in a portrait is laughing.
"What the hell ARE you!?"
The fish seemed to be frozen with fear for a minute. Then it replied.
"A fish."
With that, it started to laugh again as if to responding to its own personal joke. Vincent swam to the other side of the tub to fetch the towel. He swiftly jumped out of the tub, wrapped the heavy wet towel around his waist, and... slipped on a puddle of oil.
"Shit!"
The fish was laughing... and laughing.. The sound echoing throughout the bath room. His vision became dark. Was he blacking out? Geez.. would that fish ever shut the hell up...
"Hahahahahaa...hahahahaha... hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Guess not... wait..How...Did I slip? A puddle of oil? I don't recall any oil when I came in..What is this..
Soon Vincent gave in to the darkness and fell into the deep unconsciousness.