Part 2- The Abduction of Helen
Around midnight everyone was getting tired. Zeus stood up and shook hands with Derik. The man was going to receive a ride home from a friend he called earlier. Zeus patted him on the back. "Hope you had a wonderful time"
"I did. Thank you for inviting me"
"You did a marvelous job tonight- choosing who would receive the apple... It wasn't an easy choice," Zeus continued, guiding him towards the door. Aphrodite rose, silently following them.
"No, they were all beautiful"
"You really did me a favor. If I would have choosen, they- well... It would be unpleasant. I do hope to see you sometime soon" They made their way down the stairs and to the doors.
"Father says the resort is open, so just call ahead and we'll be ready"
"All right. Thank you Derik. Have a nice night" Zeus turned and walked back to the room. He and Aphrodite exchanced a glance. She coyly made her way to him.
"Hey"
Derik turned to her. "Oh... hi"
"You know... that girl who plays Helen-"
"Barbara. Her name's Barbara"
"You really like her?"
"She's something"
"Ever ask her on a date?"
"Not formally"
"Well, why don't you ask her to your father's resort?"
"I don't think she'd go"
"She won't know until you ask" The woman gave him a sensual smile. A car pulled up and Barbara waved to him. Aphrodite gave him a nudge. "Go for it"
She turned around and headed upstairs. Derik thought a moment, then started for the car. He climbed in. Barbara smiled warmly at him, her now honey colored locks drawn back into a ponytail. Earlier that evening she had the extensions added, brining the tail to the middle of her back. He looked at her in awe.
"How was dinner?"
"Great"
"Who'd you meet?"
"An old friend of my dad's"
"Your dad's got that place off the coast?"
"Yea, the Halls of Troy.It's nice... Ever been there?"
"No" Barbara watched the streets pass. "I've seen it before though, on t.v."
"It's great! Banners blowing in the breeze, gardens filled with flowers! It almost looks like Troy might have. Everyone who goes there has to be in the type of dress that fits Troy's time"
"It sounds amazing!" Barbara giggled. Derik smiled at her.
"You'd fit in well. My dad would fix a spot perfect for you! One of the biggest suites... He would really make you Helen of Troy"
Barbara laughed lightly. "You've had too much to drink"
"Look, I may be a little drunk, but that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful" Derik said softly. Barbara pulled to a stop outside at his apartment. He looked at her. "I would be honored to have you as my guest- seperate rooms of course"
Barbara looked at him. "I'll think about it"
"Good" Derik smiled. Their eyes met. He took a deep breath, then leaned forward. Barbara met him half way, their eyes closing. Their lips met for a moment, then he pulled back. "Barbara, I really like you... Ever since that moment on stage- I felt... like you were different. Please, think about my offer"
"I will. Good night Derik"
"Good night" Derik climbed out and made his way to his appartment. Barbara watched him go, placing a finger to her lips. Dick hadn't kissed her like that since she could remember, and he didn't look at her the way Derik did- not anymore. She bit her lip and headed for home. She had a lot to think about.
* * *
"You're late"
"I was giving a friend a ride home" Barbara shot Dick a glare in the mirror. He was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. She had gone "out", then returned to the Manor. Too tired to go home, she had decided to stay in the room Bruce had put aside for her. Barbara was brushing her hair, the towel wrapped securely around her.
"Who was it?"
"A friend"
"By the name of..."
"None of your business" Barbara put the brush down. She pushed passed Dick, who took a moment to admire her figure. It had taken him a while to get used to the new color. He didn't mind it as much now. The gold seemed to adore her features, creating a soft light radiating from her. The gentle sway of her hips from the loose cloth drew his eyes to her well-shaped form. Dick reached out, his hand brushing her shoulder. She turned to him, pausing a moment. Their eyes met.
"Barbara..." Dick couldn't speak. He wasn't sure what to say. The lighting, the situation, her appearence. He felt a thousand different things. She arched an eyebrow, looking rather impatient.
"What?"
"You look beautiful" Dick snapped his jaw shut. He felt stupid. What in the world could have caused him to say something like that? Barbara gave a half smile, her eyes glittering with mischief.
"Really?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She let the towel slide down a bit, accenting her curves even more. Dick noticed. She put her hand to his face, her voice taking on a subtle, sultry tone. "Maybe there's a reason I got the role of Helen"
"I didn't mean what I said before" Dick was staring at her now. Barbara knew she was getting to him. She could see it in his eyes. She let her hand fall to his chest, running her fingers along his shoulder line. She reveled in the feeling of her power. She let her fingers crawl up his neck, until they formed a shallow cup around his chin. Their eyes met, and time stopped.
"Sure you didn't... You never do" Barbara's eyes flashed, her voice cold. Dick swallowed hard. He blinked, then narrowed his eyes. The spell was broken. He grabbed her wrist, pushing her back.
"Helen was nothing but a cheap, two-bit tramp and you're playing her perfectly" Dick turned and stormed down the hall. Barbara stared after him, her cheeks burning. She returned to the bathroom and slammed the door. She sat on the floor, her back against the door. Tears were streaming down her face. He knew about Derik. Several gossip columns were writing about her. He knew perfectly well who she had taken home.
"He's so..." Barbara screamed, slamming her balled fists into the floor. Sometimes she hated Dick. But she couldn't blame him. That was quite a stunt she pulled. She had never used her body to get to him before. Barbara's thought's wandered to the play. Was she really turning into Helen?
In the storyline, Helen was very much in love with her husband, but their relationship had hit a rough spot. She had used her feminine powers against him, and he had gotten angry. Paris arrived and was welcomed warmly into the palace. Helen turned to him to discuss her problems, and during that talk she suddenly realized she was in love with the man. He had offered to take her away from her husband, who at that time seemed over bearing and unreasonable. She accepted.
Barbara sighed. It was only a play. She got to her feet and made her way to her room. She slipped into a pair of shorts and a shirt a little too big for her. She quietly crept to Dick's room. He was at the window, his back to her. She looked down, pausing at the door.
"What do want?"
"I'm sorry"
"Sure you are. You always are" The anger in his voice caused a twing of guilt. Barbara slowly advanced, until they were seperated by a few feet.
"I mean it. I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me..."
Dick turned to her, his eyes cold. Barbara winced. He wasn't easy to talk in a mood like this. She sighed softly. "Dick please-"
"Please what?! Forgive you? Get over it? What?" His voice was hard.
"Nevermind" Barbara shook her head. She turned to the door. He grabbed her wrist. She pulled, but his grasp was firm. She glared at him. "Let me go"
"What's the matter Barbara?" Dick pulled her to him. Barbara felt her heart drop. He had never done this before. He wrapped an arm around her waist. She struggled, but he had a grip of iron. His voice was like ice. "Don't like being at my mercy?"
Their eyes met, and time stopped. Barbara whimpered softly. "Don't hurt me... Please- don't hurt me"
Dick held her a moment longer, but the fear in her voice caused his cold exterior to melt. His eyes softened, turning from anger to pain. His grip relaxed. Barbara began to cry. He let her go, turning to the window. His voice no longer held malicous, but regret. "I can't hurt you- I could never hurt you...."
Barbara stared at his reflection. He was watching her through the glass. They were both in pain. She felt hurt, and angry. She took a deep breath. "I hate you"
She ran out the door and down the hall. Dick hung his head, not making an effort to follow her. Barbara slammed the door to her room, locking it. She cried for ten minutes straight. Finally she made her way to the phone. She dialed a number, and waited for the answer. Finally, a tired voice came over the line.
"Hello?"
"Derik, this is Barbara..."
* * *
Dick yawned, stretching his arms in the air. He threw his legs over the side of his bed, and slowly made his way to Barbara's room. He stopped at her door, then knocked. "Barbara?"
No answer. He didn't blame her. He knocked again. "Babs?"
He tried the door, and was mildly alarmed to find it open. He peeked inside. Sun streamed through the open curtains. He looked around. His heart began to pound when he realized that no one was there. "Babs!"
* * *
Barbara laughed as drops sprayed over the rail of the boat. The sun was rising, and Derik was beside her. The boat softly made its way over the waves. He pointed to a island, covered in darkness. "There it is my dear- Troy"
"It's beautiful," Barbara breathed, her eyes sparkling. Derik put his arm around her waist, a warm smile on his face. She let her head rest on his shoulder.
"Barbara, this is going the adventure of a lifetime..."
* * *
Donald looked up at his desk. A young boy and older man were standing in the doorway, looking around in wonder. Both were dressed in Trojan garb. The older man nodded in an approving manner. Donald rose to his feet, waving about him. "Hello Maxie! Welcome to Troy!"
Around midnight everyone was getting tired. Zeus stood up and shook hands with Derik. The man was going to receive a ride home from a friend he called earlier. Zeus patted him on the back. "Hope you had a wonderful time"
"I did. Thank you for inviting me"
"You did a marvelous job tonight- choosing who would receive the apple... It wasn't an easy choice," Zeus continued, guiding him towards the door. Aphrodite rose, silently following them.
"No, they were all beautiful"
"You really did me a favor. If I would have choosen, they- well... It would be unpleasant. I do hope to see you sometime soon" They made their way down the stairs and to the doors.
"Father says the resort is open, so just call ahead and we'll be ready"
"All right. Thank you Derik. Have a nice night" Zeus turned and walked back to the room. He and Aphrodite exchanced a glance. She coyly made her way to him.
"Hey"
Derik turned to her. "Oh... hi"
"You know... that girl who plays Helen-"
"Barbara. Her name's Barbara"
"You really like her?"
"She's something"
"Ever ask her on a date?"
"Not formally"
"Well, why don't you ask her to your father's resort?"
"I don't think she'd go"
"She won't know until you ask" The woman gave him a sensual smile. A car pulled up and Barbara waved to him. Aphrodite gave him a nudge. "Go for it"
She turned around and headed upstairs. Derik thought a moment, then started for the car. He climbed in. Barbara smiled warmly at him, her now honey colored locks drawn back into a ponytail. Earlier that evening she had the extensions added, brining the tail to the middle of her back. He looked at her in awe.
"How was dinner?"
"Great"
"Who'd you meet?"
"An old friend of my dad's"
"Your dad's got that place off the coast?"
"Yea, the Halls of Troy.It's nice... Ever been there?"
"No" Barbara watched the streets pass. "I've seen it before though, on t.v."
"It's great! Banners blowing in the breeze, gardens filled with flowers! It almost looks like Troy might have. Everyone who goes there has to be in the type of dress that fits Troy's time"
"It sounds amazing!" Barbara giggled. Derik smiled at her.
"You'd fit in well. My dad would fix a spot perfect for you! One of the biggest suites... He would really make you Helen of Troy"
Barbara laughed lightly. "You've had too much to drink"
"Look, I may be a little drunk, but that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful" Derik said softly. Barbara pulled to a stop outside at his apartment. He looked at her. "I would be honored to have you as my guest- seperate rooms of course"
Barbara looked at him. "I'll think about it"
"Good" Derik smiled. Their eyes met. He took a deep breath, then leaned forward. Barbara met him half way, their eyes closing. Their lips met for a moment, then he pulled back. "Barbara, I really like you... Ever since that moment on stage- I felt... like you were different. Please, think about my offer"
"I will. Good night Derik"
"Good night" Derik climbed out and made his way to his appartment. Barbara watched him go, placing a finger to her lips. Dick hadn't kissed her like that since she could remember, and he didn't look at her the way Derik did- not anymore. She bit her lip and headed for home. She had a lot to think about.
* * *
"You're late"
"I was giving a friend a ride home" Barbara shot Dick a glare in the mirror. He was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. She had gone "out", then returned to the Manor. Too tired to go home, she had decided to stay in the room Bruce had put aside for her. Barbara was brushing her hair, the towel wrapped securely around her.
"Who was it?"
"A friend"
"By the name of..."
"None of your business" Barbara put the brush down. She pushed passed Dick, who took a moment to admire her figure. It had taken him a while to get used to the new color. He didn't mind it as much now. The gold seemed to adore her features, creating a soft light radiating from her. The gentle sway of her hips from the loose cloth drew his eyes to her well-shaped form. Dick reached out, his hand brushing her shoulder. She turned to him, pausing a moment. Their eyes met.
"Barbara..." Dick couldn't speak. He wasn't sure what to say. The lighting, the situation, her appearence. He felt a thousand different things. She arched an eyebrow, looking rather impatient.
"What?"
"You look beautiful" Dick snapped his jaw shut. He felt stupid. What in the world could have caused him to say something like that? Barbara gave a half smile, her eyes glittering with mischief.
"Really?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She let the towel slide down a bit, accenting her curves even more. Dick noticed. She put her hand to his face, her voice taking on a subtle, sultry tone. "Maybe there's a reason I got the role of Helen"
"I didn't mean what I said before" Dick was staring at her now. Barbara knew she was getting to him. She could see it in his eyes. She let her hand fall to his chest, running her fingers along his shoulder line. She reveled in the feeling of her power. She let her fingers crawl up his neck, until they formed a shallow cup around his chin. Their eyes met, and time stopped.
"Sure you didn't... You never do" Barbara's eyes flashed, her voice cold. Dick swallowed hard. He blinked, then narrowed his eyes. The spell was broken. He grabbed her wrist, pushing her back.
"Helen was nothing but a cheap, two-bit tramp and you're playing her perfectly" Dick turned and stormed down the hall. Barbara stared after him, her cheeks burning. She returned to the bathroom and slammed the door. She sat on the floor, her back against the door. Tears were streaming down her face. He knew about Derik. Several gossip columns were writing about her. He knew perfectly well who she had taken home.
"He's so..." Barbara screamed, slamming her balled fists into the floor. Sometimes she hated Dick. But she couldn't blame him. That was quite a stunt she pulled. She had never used her body to get to him before. Barbara's thought's wandered to the play. Was she really turning into Helen?
In the storyline, Helen was very much in love with her husband, but their relationship had hit a rough spot. She had used her feminine powers against him, and he had gotten angry. Paris arrived and was welcomed warmly into the palace. Helen turned to him to discuss her problems, and during that talk she suddenly realized she was in love with the man. He had offered to take her away from her husband, who at that time seemed over bearing and unreasonable. She accepted.
Barbara sighed. It was only a play. She got to her feet and made her way to her room. She slipped into a pair of shorts and a shirt a little too big for her. She quietly crept to Dick's room. He was at the window, his back to her. She looked down, pausing at the door.
"What do want?"
"I'm sorry"
"Sure you are. You always are" The anger in his voice caused a twing of guilt. Barbara slowly advanced, until they were seperated by a few feet.
"I mean it. I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me..."
Dick turned to her, his eyes cold. Barbara winced. He wasn't easy to talk in a mood like this. She sighed softly. "Dick please-"
"Please what?! Forgive you? Get over it? What?" His voice was hard.
"Nevermind" Barbara shook her head. She turned to the door. He grabbed her wrist. She pulled, but his grasp was firm. She glared at him. "Let me go"
"What's the matter Barbara?" Dick pulled her to him. Barbara felt her heart drop. He had never done this before. He wrapped an arm around her waist. She struggled, but he had a grip of iron. His voice was like ice. "Don't like being at my mercy?"
Their eyes met, and time stopped. Barbara whimpered softly. "Don't hurt me... Please- don't hurt me"
Dick held her a moment longer, but the fear in her voice caused his cold exterior to melt. His eyes softened, turning from anger to pain. His grip relaxed. Barbara began to cry. He let her go, turning to the window. His voice no longer held malicous, but regret. "I can't hurt you- I could never hurt you...."
Barbara stared at his reflection. He was watching her through the glass. They were both in pain. She felt hurt, and angry. She took a deep breath. "I hate you"
She ran out the door and down the hall. Dick hung his head, not making an effort to follow her. Barbara slammed the door to her room, locking it. She cried for ten minutes straight. Finally she made her way to the phone. She dialed a number, and waited for the answer. Finally, a tired voice came over the line.
"Hello?"
"Derik, this is Barbara..."
* * *
Dick yawned, stretching his arms in the air. He threw his legs over the side of his bed, and slowly made his way to Barbara's room. He stopped at her door, then knocked. "Barbara?"
No answer. He didn't blame her. He knocked again. "Babs?"
He tried the door, and was mildly alarmed to find it open. He peeked inside. Sun streamed through the open curtains. He looked around. His heart began to pound when he realized that no one was there. "Babs!"
* * *
Barbara laughed as drops sprayed over the rail of the boat. The sun was rising, and Derik was beside her. The boat softly made its way over the waves. He pointed to a island, covered in darkness. "There it is my dear- Troy"
"It's beautiful," Barbara breathed, her eyes sparkling. Derik put his arm around her waist, a warm smile on his face. She let her head rest on his shoulder.
"Barbara, this is going the adventure of a lifetime..."
* * *
Donald looked up at his desk. A young boy and older man were standing in the doorway, looking around in wonder. Both were dressed in Trojan garb. The older man nodded in an approving manner. Donald rose to his feet, waving about him. "Hello Maxie! Welcome to Troy!"