"DOES IT EVER STOP RAINING HERE?" Laurent growled stalking up to the window and glared out into the courtyard. "IT'S BEEN RAINING FOR A GODDAMN WEEK NOW."
William leaned back into the leather office chair and watched Laurent pace the length of the library of St. James Palace. He had been like this for a week now. Ever since he came back from Bennet Hotel, he had been moody, reclusive, annoyed at the littlest thing, and when you actually saw the bloke, he was mumbling about some American author named Elizabeth Wakefield.
"Why don't you just go to her." William broke into Laurent's grumbling/yelling.
"I would, if I knew where she was."
"You said she was a writer."
"What's your point?"
"I'm sure she has a website or her publisher will have a copy of her tour dates." William turned to the high tech computer. He typed in elizabethwakefield.com and her site came up. The reason he was doing this because he was tired of the moody french prince ruining his break from school. Anything to bring back the peace. William clicked on tours and press and brought up the schedule. "You're out of luck, her tour ended two days ago and I'm guessing she went back home to America."
"What?" Laurent went over to the desk and looked at the computer screen.
"What's the big idea anyway? It's just one girl, and American at that."
"You obviously don't Elizabeth Wakefiled." Both princes looked up and Max Pennington.
"You must be the Laurent. I am Max Pennington. How do you do?"
"Fine, how do you know Elizabeth Wakefield?"
"I"m sure Jessica Wakefield told you all about me." Realization came over Laurent as Jessica's words came back to him. 'Better get to her before Max does.'
Max saw the look that came over the prince's face as he remembered Elizabeth's and Max's history. "You don't have to worry, I'm married and I have children."
"What are you doing here Max?" William asked.
"Well, you're father wanted to see mine, and Cynthia, my wife never saw the palace before, but I came for another reason, and her name is Elizabeth Wakefield."
"What do you know about her?"
"I do know where she is." Max said offhandly he walked casually over to a shelf of book. He picked up a book of poems by American authors. He opened the book and skimmed a random poem while keeping his eye on Laurent.
"where the hell is she?!"
"Please just tell him so I can go back to having somewhat of a normal holiday."
"Where do you think she is?" Max asked, put the book back on the shelf and over to the huge map that took half a wall. "Where would a burnt out author go?"
"Home. Elizabeth went back to Sweet Valley. At least that's where I rhink she still lives." Laurent rushed out the door of the library.
"Horrible site isn't it?"
"You think that's horrible you should see Elizabeth's face when she finds out."
Elizabeth stared up at her bedroom ceiling. She was lying in her bed, the first time in four months, and yet she couldn't fall asleep. She turned over on her stomach. The first time in four months that she wasn't lying in a public bed where people have done god knows what. Or lying in a cubby hole in a moving vehicle. She didn't have to worry about keeping a stupid fake smile on her face while her hand cramps. She could lie here for as long as she wanted.
So why in the name of that's all good and holy on this earth, why she couldn't fall asleep?
She turned and glared at her alarm clock, 3:30 am. She sat up in her soft sheets and turned on the lamp. "Why me? Why can't I get one night of peaceful sleep? Just one night of no dreams, no moving bus, no hotels, just me and darkness?" She complained. "I haven't gotten a peaceful night sleep since before that party Lila Fowler threw for me Jess the eve before we went to France, eight years ago. A girl can become grumpy from no sleep for eight freaking years, well that night with Laurent-" Elizabeth groaned and shook her head, not even wanting to finish that thought. At that moment a loud crack of thunder shook the house making her jump. Raining just like that night.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Elizabeth asked to no one. The answer was another crack and the sound of rain beginning to pound against her windows. Lightening flashed and thunder grumbled. She sat there listening to the storm and an extremely loud crack of thunder hit her ears and her house, flooding darkness into her room.
" Oh, shit, the power went out. This is soo not good." Elizabeth had never admitted this to anyone but she HATED storms and with the power out, she was damn frightened. Blindly she reached for her night stand and rumaged through the drawer to pull out af flashlight, she clicked it on and the light fluttered for a moment as if to decide to whether it wanted to stay on or go back to sleep.
It decided to go the inbetween and stay on, but very dimly. Using the flashlight she was able to make it out of her room and out into the hall. The house was actually a mansion, that she had bought just about a month prior to going on the tour. It was very old was beach front. She always loved looking at this place when she was younger, it was very gothic and very interesting to look at. She always dreamed of living here and when she got the money she was able to buy it. It had been sitting empty for as long as she could remember. The reason for that was that the manor was said to be haunted.
And now in the severe storm, she could see why people say that. Elizabeth shuddered and went back into her room to grab the matching robe to her satin pajamas. The outfit was the perfect shade of purple that looked perfect with her coloring. Going back out into the hallway she turned and headed towards the staircase that lead down to the first floor, she was on the second floor of the four story house. She made it down the staircase slowly and carefully. Reaching the bottom of the case she breathed a deep sigh.
"Maybe I should put my bedroom on the first floor." Elizabeth pondered that thought. Elizabeth was so caught up in her thoughts of the storm, the house, and the ever present Laurent memories, she didn't see the shadow of the human move outside the window, that she was standing near. The old house was large and many bay windows around the area and she was standing almost directing infront of it. She turned left anddheaded towards the kitchen where she kept candles, oil lamps, and lighters. Just in the case of emergancy. And this was an emergancy.
In more ways than one.
Elizabeth moved down into the kitchen area and still didn't notice the figure outside in the pooring rain. If she had she would not have been there.
Oblivious to it, she pulled out the candles and light one with her lighter. A few minutes later she had the fireplace going, and candles on every space avalible. She felt a little bit better having the needed light and warmth, these old places are very drafty and she wasn't exaclty "dressed" to deal with coldness. She laid down on her black leather couch and she felt really tired at that moment. She felt her eyelids to droop.
A door open and shut.
Her eyes flew open. She bolted off the couch, the storm was drowned out by the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She quickly grabbed the closest thing that would cause harm, a fire poker from the fireplace.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Foot steps, and the sound was coming from the kitchen.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The intruder was in the hall, heading towards the livingroom.
Elizabeth's writing imagination went into overload. It had to be a killer. Or a rapist. Or both. "I now wish I hadn't refused Nick and Jess's offer to stay the night." She whispered.
She crept quietly towards the entry way to the livingroom and turned so that she hit the intruder with her poker.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
She wasn't sure if that thumping was her heart or the stranger walking. It was probably both. The sound was now right on the otherside of the wall.
Her hands were sweating and gripped the weapon with all her might. She watched the head come into view then the body. As soon as she was behind him she swung with all her might. The person turned around and grabbed the poker jerking it out of her hands. She screamed in absolute terror.
**Author's Note If, you want to know what's going to happen to Elizabeth, please send me feedback or I'll take my sweet old time getting the next chapter up. And just to let you to know, I'm going to be extremely busy next month and most of May. So if you want more, send feedback, click review and write a comment, I would pefer that but you can email me at phntmgddss@aol.com
Happy Reading**
William leaned back into the leather office chair and watched Laurent pace the length of the library of St. James Palace. He had been like this for a week now. Ever since he came back from Bennet Hotel, he had been moody, reclusive, annoyed at the littlest thing, and when you actually saw the bloke, he was mumbling about some American author named Elizabeth Wakefield.
"Why don't you just go to her." William broke into Laurent's grumbling/yelling.
"I would, if I knew where she was."
"You said she was a writer."
"What's your point?"
"I'm sure she has a website or her publisher will have a copy of her tour dates." William turned to the high tech computer. He typed in elizabethwakefield.com and her site came up. The reason he was doing this because he was tired of the moody french prince ruining his break from school. Anything to bring back the peace. William clicked on tours and press and brought up the schedule. "You're out of luck, her tour ended two days ago and I'm guessing she went back home to America."
"What?" Laurent went over to the desk and looked at the computer screen.
"What's the big idea anyway? It's just one girl, and American at that."
"You obviously don't Elizabeth Wakefiled." Both princes looked up and Max Pennington.
"You must be the Laurent. I am Max Pennington. How do you do?"
"Fine, how do you know Elizabeth Wakefield?"
"I"m sure Jessica Wakefield told you all about me." Realization came over Laurent as Jessica's words came back to him. 'Better get to her before Max does.'
Max saw the look that came over the prince's face as he remembered Elizabeth's and Max's history. "You don't have to worry, I'm married and I have children."
"What are you doing here Max?" William asked.
"Well, you're father wanted to see mine, and Cynthia, my wife never saw the palace before, but I came for another reason, and her name is Elizabeth Wakefield."
"What do you know about her?"
"I do know where she is." Max said offhandly he walked casually over to a shelf of book. He picked up a book of poems by American authors. He opened the book and skimmed a random poem while keeping his eye on Laurent.
"where the hell is she?!"
"Please just tell him so I can go back to having somewhat of a normal holiday."
"Where do you think she is?" Max asked, put the book back on the shelf and over to the huge map that took half a wall. "Where would a burnt out author go?"
"Home. Elizabeth went back to Sweet Valley. At least that's where I rhink she still lives." Laurent rushed out the door of the library.
"Horrible site isn't it?"
"You think that's horrible you should see Elizabeth's face when she finds out."
Elizabeth stared up at her bedroom ceiling. She was lying in her bed, the first time in four months, and yet she couldn't fall asleep. She turned over on her stomach. The first time in four months that she wasn't lying in a public bed where people have done god knows what. Or lying in a cubby hole in a moving vehicle. She didn't have to worry about keeping a stupid fake smile on her face while her hand cramps. She could lie here for as long as she wanted.
So why in the name of that's all good and holy on this earth, why she couldn't fall asleep?
She turned and glared at her alarm clock, 3:30 am. She sat up in her soft sheets and turned on the lamp. "Why me? Why can't I get one night of peaceful sleep? Just one night of no dreams, no moving bus, no hotels, just me and darkness?" She complained. "I haven't gotten a peaceful night sleep since before that party Lila Fowler threw for me Jess the eve before we went to France, eight years ago. A girl can become grumpy from no sleep for eight freaking years, well that night with Laurent-" Elizabeth groaned and shook her head, not even wanting to finish that thought. At that moment a loud crack of thunder shook the house making her jump. Raining just like that night.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Elizabeth asked to no one. The answer was another crack and the sound of rain beginning to pound against her windows. Lightening flashed and thunder grumbled. She sat there listening to the storm and an extremely loud crack of thunder hit her ears and her house, flooding darkness into her room.
" Oh, shit, the power went out. This is soo not good." Elizabeth had never admitted this to anyone but she HATED storms and with the power out, she was damn frightened. Blindly she reached for her night stand and rumaged through the drawer to pull out af flashlight, she clicked it on and the light fluttered for a moment as if to decide to whether it wanted to stay on or go back to sleep.
It decided to go the inbetween and stay on, but very dimly. Using the flashlight she was able to make it out of her room and out into the hall. The house was actually a mansion, that she had bought just about a month prior to going on the tour. It was very old was beach front. She always loved looking at this place when she was younger, it was very gothic and very interesting to look at. She always dreamed of living here and when she got the money she was able to buy it. It had been sitting empty for as long as she could remember. The reason for that was that the manor was said to be haunted.
And now in the severe storm, she could see why people say that. Elizabeth shuddered and went back into her room to grab the matching robe to her satin pajamas. The outfit was the perfect shade of purple that looked perfect with her coloring. Going back out into the hallway she turned and headed towards the staircase that lead down to the first floor, she was on the second floor of the four story house. She made it down the staircase slowly and carefully. Reaching the bottom of the case she breathed a deep sigh.
"Maybe I should put my bedroom on the first floor." Elizabeth pondered that thought. Elizabeth was so caught up in her thoughts of the storm, the house, and the ever present Laurent memories, she didn't see the shadow of the human move outside the window, that she was standing near. The old house was large and many bay windows around the area and she was standing almost directing infront of it. She turned left anddheaded towards the kitchen where she kept candles, oil lamps, and lighters. Just in the case of emergancy. And this was an emergancy.
In more ways than one.
Elizabeth moved down into the kitchen area and still didn't notice the figure outside in the pooring rain. If she had she would not have been there.
Oblivious to it, she pulled out the candles and light one with her lighter. A few minutes later she had the fireplace going, and candles on every space avalible. She felt a little bit better having the needed light and warmth, these old places are very drafty and she wasn't exaclty "dressed" to deal with coldness. She laid down on her black leather couch and she felt really tired at that moment. She felt her eyelids to droop.
A door open and shut.
Her eyes flew open. She bolted off the couch, the storm was drowned out by the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She quickly grabbed the closest thing that would cause harm, a fire poker from the fireplace.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Foot steps, and the sound was coming from the kitchen.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The intruder was in the hall, heading towards the livingroom.
Elizabeth's writing imagination went into overload. It had to be a killer. Or a rapist. Or both. "I now wish I hadn't refused Nick and Jess's offer to stay the night." She whispered.
She crept quietly towards the entry way to the livingroom and turned so that she hit the intruder with her poker.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
She wasn't sure if that thumping was her heart or the stranger walking. It was probably both. The sound was now right on the otherside of the wall.
Her hands were sweating and gripped the weapon with all her might. She watched the head come into view then the body. As soon as she was behind him she swung with all her might. The person turned around and grabbed the poker jerking it out of her hands. She screamed in absolute terror.
**Author's Note If, you want to know what's going to happen to Elizabeth, please send me feedback or I'll take my sweet old time getting the next chapter up. And just to let you to know, I'm going to be extremely busy next month and most of May. So if you want more, send feedback, click review and write a comment, I would pefer that but you can email me at phntmgddss@aol.com
Happy Reading**
