Chapter 2
Antoinette was busy working on the potion that Jim needed so desparately. But when she came back into the room, Jim was still in the shower. "That's odd, men are usually quicker than women in the shower," she thought out loud. When Jim was finally finished, he was shocked to come out and find Blair sleeping in the soft, elegant bed that he assumed to be his. When he scanned the room and looked at the others, he saw that Antoinette was holding a bowl of a white thick paste in her hands with the consistency of oatmeal, and he was relieved to see that Simon was still awake.
"What is that?" Jim asked. "Oatmeal?"
"It is the paste to cure you wounds. You must sleep in order for them to heal properly and hopefully you will be able to sleep well here. You will be safe from further harm." She ignored Jim's questions as she motioned Jim to sit on the bed and began to apply the paste to his arm. She set the excess in the bowl on the desk and moved toward Blair. She very gently and lovingly sat on the bed to awaken him. "James, lie down," she ordered sternly. She arranged the covers and sat on the bed slowly and gently stroked Jim's eyebrows until he fell fast asleep. Antoinette then got up and locked all of the windows tight and proceeded to close the curtains so that the room was dark. Then all three left the room closing the door behind them. They headed towards the basement.
As they entered the dark, damp basement, Blair's eyes widened as he said, "You practice dark arts! Simon, you always have been jealous of Jim. What have you really done to him? What is really going on?" he yelled this like it was bloody murder as he interrogated the two. The same quiet Blair was no longer mesmerized by Antoinette's beauty. The room looked like Merlin's quarters from the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There were flasks everywhere along with old, tattered books and jars, which stored important ingredients. Everything was dusty and looked old. Blair continued, "I suppose you have some eye of newt in one of those jars. Where's your caldron? Oh, are you going to turn me into a toad?"
"Calm down," Antoinette said, calmly in a pure, stern, deep voice. "Do I not get a chance to explain myself?"
"No, the looks of this place explains everything!" he said.
"Umm.I mistakenly thought you were more open-minded, clearly I was wrong. This is twice in one day, I must be ill."
Blair stood with his mouth wide open in astonishment. Blair was speechless.
"Furthermore, how dare you question me in my home. You are a guest here," she said very harshly. She was very disturbed by this outbreak. If one wanted her help, one had to proceed by her rules. "Simon, come back at another time. I do not feel like talking right now and would appreciate being alone," she quickly showed them out of the house but right before she closed the door, she spoke. "I will call and inform you of James's condition. By the way, Mr. Sandburg, I would turn you into a newt and use your fresh, tiny eyes in my cauldron.for stew!" Then she closed the door and locked it. "I will call Simon later," she said to herself. She walked upstairs to check on Jim. She quickly, and quietly opened the door a crack, as a loving mother would check on her child and as she turned to leave, he spoke. Startled, Antoinette jumped.
"I didn't mean to startle you or be so much trouble. That was what all of the arguing was about, wasn't it?" Jim said in a very calm and soothing manner, very different from his attitude from before. His voice almost drew her to him, seducingly, like a vampire. This worried her, but she knew that he hadn't changed completely; yet, all she could do was pray that the paste was applied in time.
"No, there was no arguing, just a strongly worded discussion. I am sorry to have awakened you. Please, go back to sleep, you need your rest."
"Why don't you come in so we can talk, I would really like to get to know you, my savior?" he said still drawing her closer to him.
"Soon, but now you need your rest," she insisted quietly closing and locking the door behind her this time. For the first time, a freezing chill ran up her spine. But why, she had no reason to fear Jim. He was just a mere mortal. "I do not have time to worry about this now," she said to herself as she went downstairs to her computer and resumed her research.
Antoinette was busy working on the potion that Jim needed so desparately. But when she came back into the room, Jim was still in the shower. "That's odd, men are usually quicker than women in the shower," she thought out loud. When Jim was finally finished, he was shocked to come out and find Blair sleeping in the soft, elegant bed that he assumed to be his. When he scanned the room and looked at the others, he saw that Antoinette was holding a bowl of a white thick paste in her hands with the consistency of oatmeal, and he was relieved to see that Simon was still awake.
"What is that?" Jim asked. "Oatmeal?"
"It is the paste to cure you wounds. You must sleep in order for them to heal properly and hopefully you will be able to sleep well here. You will be safe from further harm." She ignored Jim's questions as she motioned Jim to sit on the bed and began to apply the paste to his arm. She set the excess in the bowl on the desk and moved toward Blair. She very gently and lovingly sat on the bed to awaken him. "James, lie down," she ordered sternly. She arranged the covers and sat on the bed slowly and gently stroked Jim's eyebrows until he fell fast asleep. Antoinette then got up and locked all of the windows tight and proceeded to close the curtains so that the room was dark. Then all three left the room closing the door behind them. They headed towards the basement.
As they entered the dark, damp basement, Blair's eyes widened as he said, "You practice dark arts! Simon, you always have been jealous of Jim. What have you really done to him? What is really going on?" he yelled this like it was bloody murder as he interrogated the two. The same quiet Blair was no longer mesmerized by Antoinette's beauty. The room looked like Merlin's quarters from the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There were flasks everywhere along with old, tattered books and jars, which stored important ingredients. Everything was dusty and looked old. Blair continued, "I suppose you have some eye of newt in one of those jars. Where's your caldron? Oh, are you going to turn me into a toad?"
"Calm down," Antoinette said, calmly in a pure, stern, deep voice. "Do I not get a chance to explain myself?"
"No, the looks of this place explains everything!" he said.
"Umm.I mistakenly thought you were more open-minded, clearly I was wrong. This is twice in one day, I must be ill."
Blair stood with his mouth wide open in astonishment. Blair was speechless.
"Furthermore, how dare you question me in my home. You are a guest here," she said very harshly. She was very disturbed by this outbreak. If one wanted her help, one had to proceed by her rules. "Simon, come back at another time. I do not feel like talking right now and would appreciate being alone," she quickly showed them out of the house but right before she closed the door, she spoke. "I will call and inform you of James's condition. By the way, Mr. Sandburg, I would turn you into a newt and use your fresh, tiny eyes in my cauldron.for stew!" Then she closed the door and locked it. "I will call Simon later," she said to herself. She walked upstairs to check on Jim. She quickly, and quietly opened the door a crack, as a loving mother would check on her child and as she turned to leave, he spoke. Startled, Antoinette jumped.
"I didn't mean to startle you or be so much trouble. That was what all of the arguing was about, wasn't it?" Jim said in a very calm and soothing manner, very different from his attitude from before. His voice almost drew her to him, seducingly, like a vampire. This worried her, but she knew that he hadn't changed completely; yet, all she could do was pray that the paste was applied in time.
"No, there was no arguing, just a strongly worded discussion. I am sorry to have awakened you. Please, go back to sleep, you need your rest."
"Why don't you come in so we can talk, I would really like to get to know you, my savior?" he said still drawing her closer to him.
"Soon, but now you need your rest," she insisted quietly closing and locking the door behind her this time. For the first time, a freezing chill ran up her spine. But why, she had no reason to fear Jim. He was just a mere mortal. "I do not have time to worry about this now," she said to herself as she went downstairs to her computer and resumed her research.