Chapter two
I got quite a good response for my first chapter, so here is the second.
This is written approximately 2-4 weeks after the first chapter, so Mrs Palm would've had a chance to collect some info. on teachers and childminders.
Terry Pratchett owns all Vetinari, Susan Sto Helit, and any other Discworld characters that jump into my story at any point anywhere.
"I hear that you have had some excellent praise and recommendations from the Duke of Sto Helit upon the matter of looking after children."
Susan directed an icy stare to the person sitting calmly in front of her which should have sent the man running for an emergency exit, however, he returned the stare, narrowing his eyes and tightening his lips as he did so.
"Apparently the aforesaid gentleman was your father." Vetinari continued, widening his eyes slightly and raising a perfect eyebrow as he spoke.
Susan nodded slightly.
"And you have been both a governess and a school teacher."
Susan nodded again.
"Do you have any special skills?"
[Do you mean apart from having some of the characteristics of Death, like being able to walk through walls?] Susan thought to herself.
"No, not that I'm aware of." She lied.
""No, not that I'm aware of."?" Vetinari raised his eyebrow again.
"Well, no then."
"Are you sure that that is your final answer, that you wouldn't want to reconsider?" Vetinari flashed a lightning smile.
[He's taunting you] her conscious raged at her [do something back!]. Susan fixed her "crawl in a corner and die, you bastard" expression on her face.
Vetinari raised both his eyebrows at the sudden fierce glare that she was giving him, but turned the obvious surprise on his face into an equally intimidating scowl.
"Very well, seen as you were the only person to applicate for this position, then I suggest that you start wor-"
"Excuse me *sir*, but what am I supposed to be doing?" Susan pronounced "sir" with the tone of voice that people usually say "cockroaches" with.
"-k immediately as my daughter's private tutor.
[Shit] her conscious said [I'm going to have to work with his bloody daughter day in day out.]
* * * * *
"My daddy said that if you betrayed me or him by trying to kill either of us, he said that he'd have you hung, drawn and quartered." Said Jessica conversationally.
"Aren't you a lucky girl to have someone like that as your father." Jessica nodded. She was currently showing Susan around the Palace.
"This is the toilets." Jessica tried to think of anything interesting to say about them and failed.
"Very impressive."
"Daddy uses a lot of sarcasm."
Susan would have normally been quite surprised at this comment coming from a six year old, but she figured out that anyone who had been in Vetinari's presence for more than four minutes soon found out the meaning of sarcasm. Anyway, she was rapidly starting to hate this child with the long silky black hair done up in plaited pigtails.
"I haven't heard much about your mother yet." She tried desperately to make some conversation.
"Daddy had her head chopped off after he found out that she was slipping stuff into my food."
"What "stuff"" Said Susan. She was just starting to get interested.
Jessica shrugged. "Poison."
[Ah, so obviously "happy families" was not a game well-played in the Vetinari family]
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Susan asked.
"No."
Susan wasn't surprised, Vetinari didn't seem much of a fatherly person anyway, but you never knew with the aristocracy of Ankh-Morpork.
"Daddy isn't allowed to have any girlfriends now." Said Jessica eyeing Susan suspiciously.
"I assure you, Jessica, that is the *last* thing that-"
"He can't have any girlfriends because he's not allowed any...." Jessica blushed slightly and looked down. "Any........you know........"
Susan nodded slightly.
"He's not allowed it because he's got AIDS. He caught it off my mum."
Susan stared at her. "How exactly did you get this information?" She managed at last.
Jessica shrugged. "I was listening at the door when daddy went to see the doctor."
The two of them walked on in silence for a while, occasionally pausing to stop at anything that Jessica thought relevant to the tour.
"This is the Art Gallery." She said, stopping at a pair of big heavy doors made of oak. She pushed hard at one of the doors and opened it up so that they were looking at a long corridor full of portraits of Patricians long gone.
Susan thought it was extremely boring.
* * * * *
After the pair of them had finished in the Art Gallery, Susan found herself being dragged to the gardens, which was, apparently, Jessica's favourite place.
"Have you ever been outside?" Susan asked her politely whilst Jessica played with a "My Little Pony" set on the lawns.
"What do you mean? We're outside now aren't we?" Jessica said whilst hooking up her favourite horse to a toy carriage. "She's called Snowdrop." She said, pointing to a white pony.
"I know, but.......haven't you been outside, in the city?"
"Why would I want to go out there?"
Susan waved a hand expansively. "I don't know. To meet people?"
"But I meet people here."
Susan sighed, it was going to be excruciatingly hard to teach this girl if she'd never been out into the streets. She'd have to get permission from her father to take Jessica out one day.
End of part two.
I got quite a good response for my first chapter, so here is the second.
This is written approximately 2-4 weeks after the first chapter, so Mrs Palm would've had a chance to collect some info. on teachers and childminders.
Terry Pratchett owns all Vetinari, Susan Sto Helit, and any other Discworld characters that jump into my story at any point anywhere.
"I hear that you have had some excellent praise and recommendations from the Duke of Sto Helit upon the matter of looking after children."
Susan directed an icy stare to the person sitting calmly in front of her which should have sent the man running for an emergency exit, however, he returned the stare, narrowing his eyes and tightening his lips as he did so.
"Apparently the aforesaid gentleman was your father." Vetinari continued, widening his eyes slightly and raising a perfect eyebrow as he spoke.
Susan nodded slightly.
"And you have been both a governess and a school teacher."
Susan nodded again.
"Do you have any special skills?"
[Do you mean apart from having some of the characteristics of Death, like being able to walk through walls?] Susan thought to herself.
"No, not that I'm aware of." She lied.
""No, not that I'm aware of."?" Vetinari raised his eyebrow again.
"Well, no then."
"Are you sure that that is your final answer, that you wouldn't want to reconsider?" Vetinari flashed a lightning smile.
[He's taunting you] her conscious raged at her [do something back!]. Susan fixed her "crawl in a corner and die, you bastard" expression on her face.
Vetinari raised both his eyebrows at the sudden fierce glare that she was giving him, but turned the obvious surprise on his face into an equally intimidating scowl.
"Very well, seen as you were the only person to applicate for this position, then I suggest that you start wor-"
"Excuse me *sir*, but what am I supposed to be doing?" Susan pronounced "sir" with the tone of voice that people usually say "cockroaches" with.
"-k immediately as my daughter's private tutor.
[Shit] her conscious said [I'm going to have to work with his bloody daughter day in day out.]
* * * * *
"My daddy said that if you betrayed me or him by trying to kill either of us, he said that he'd have you hung, drawn and quartered." Said Jessica conversationally.
"Aren't you a lucky girl to have someone like that as your father." Jessica nodded. She was currently showing Susan around the Palace.
"This is the toilets." Jessica tried to think of anything interesting to say about them and failed.
"Very impressive."
"Daddy uses a lot of sarcasm."
Susan would have normally been quite surprised at this comment coming from a six year old, but she figured out that anyone who had been in Vetinari's presence for more than four minutes soon found out the meaning of sarcasm. Anyway, she was rapidly starting to hate this child with the long silky black hair done up in plaited pigtails.
"I haven't heard much about your mother yet." She tried desperately to make some conversation.
"Daddy had her head chopped off after he found out that she was slipping stuff into my food."
"What "stuff"" Said Susan. She was just starting to get interested.
Jessica shrugged. "Poison."
[Ah, so obviously "happy families" was not a game well-played in the Vetinari family]
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Susan asked.
"No."
Susan wasn't surprised, Vetinari didn't seem much of a fatherly person anyway, but you never knew with the aristocracy of Ankh-Morpork.
"Daddy isn't allowed to have any girlfriends now." Said Jessica eyeing Susan suspiciously.
"I assure you, Jessica, that is the *last* thing that-"
"He can't have any girlfriends because he's not allowed any...." Jessica blushed slightly and looked down. "Any........you know........"
Susan nodded slightly.
"He's not allowed it because he's got AIDS. He caught it off my mum."
Susan stared at her. "How exactly did you get this information?" She managed at last.
Jessica shrugged. "I was listening at the door when daddy went to see the doctor."
The two of them walked on in silence for a while, occasionally pausing to stop at anything that Jessica thought relevant to the tour.
"This is the Art Gallery." She said, stopping at a pair of big heavy doors made of oak. She pushed hard at one of the doors and opened it up so that they were looking at a long corridor full of portraits of Patricians long gone.
Susan thought it was extremely boring.
* * * * *
After the pair of them had finished in the Art Gallery, Susan found herself being dragged to the gardens, which was, apparently, Jessica's favourite place.
"Have you ever been outside?" Susan asked her politely whilst Jessica played with a "My Little Pony" set on the lawns.
"What do you mean? We're outside now aren't we?" Jessica said whilst hooking up her favourite horse to a toy carriage. "She's called Snowdrop." She said, pointing to a white pony.
"I know, but.......haven't you been outside, in the city?"
"Why would I want to go out there?"
Susan waved a hand expansively. "I don't know. To meet people?"
"But I meet people here."
Susan sighed, it was going to be excruciatingly hard to teach this girl if she'd never been out into the streets. She'd have to get permission from her father to take Jessica out one day.
End of part two.