~a/n: I haven't done anything meaningful this summer, and I was bored out
of my brain so I decided to resume work on this unsettling bit of
literature. Well, here chapter 2. These stories are just snippets--each one
is kind of a short story in itself and they don't go together to form an
actually story line. I can't even promise they're in chronological order. I
was just enjoying writing these characters as well-rounded, emotional
people while staying true to their eeevil nature. By the way, the play
called "Get Me Out of Here" is based on an idea I have for a documentary me
and my lovely friend Laera were writing together. (this is the part where I
cease to rant and begin the story)
T a i n t e d L o v e
The barely lit bathroom smelled chokingly of perfume and hairspray as a tall, beautiful woman primped daintily in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and tossed it about.
"So," she said, picking up a black eyeliner pencil, "how long are you planning to hide in the corner and hold your breath so I don't notice you're watching me?"
A tall figure moved out of the shadows behind her and rested his thin, bony hands lovingly on her shoulders. "Who, me? Now what would you say such a thing?"
She laughed and continued putting on her makeup. He rubbed his head against hers, purring like a cat.
"Stop it," she giggled, "You're messing up my hair."
"I don't know why you bother with that stuff," he said, gesturing faintly to her collection of makeup and dangerously flammable hair products, "I mean, why mess with perfection?"
"Honey, even the angels have halos."
He rolled his eyes--she usually said that. It was a nice metaphor, but it didn't bring him any closer to figuring her out. Esme Squalor was a complex creature.
"Come on, you look stunning already, and we're gonna be late. He said he'd be there in the first act and we have to beat him there."
"You're sure he's reliable? Your last source was about an hour and a half late."
"One of the most reliable I know. He knows where they are, and then we will."
"Find them," Esme said, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "and teach them a thing or two about messing with us!"
"Exactly! But none of that will happen if we don't get moving. So come on."
***
They forced themselves to sit through three and a half acts of an incredibly mediocre performance of a play called "Get Me Out of Here" as a stranger slunk slowly towards them. An envelope was thrown at them from behind.
"Finally," Olaf said, cracking his neck as they slipped out the lobby doors and into the open air. "I have never seen a theater company butcher an otherwise fine play in quite that distressing manner."
"I was actually in physical pain after that sad attempt at Jet's monologue in act two. And then when that girl with the green hair tried to do sing that song after I nearly cried."
"But," he said, waving the envelope before her eyes as they approached his car, "I have to say it was worth it."
She giggled girlishly as he put an arm around her shoulders. They approached the corner of the lot where they were parked. He ran ahead and opened her door for her.
"Well aren't we just the perfect gentleman tonight?" she smiled, kissing him sweetly before slipping into her seat.
"Now madam," he said, sitting beside her behind the wheel, "Would you care to know the location of those sweet little children?"
She snorted. "Where are the little snots?"
He tore open the envelope. "They are currently on their way to.the picturesque Village of Foul Devotees."
Esme laughed. "Are you kidding? God, those small minded ass-ticks that live there will hang on our every word. This one, darling, will be the easiest trick we've ever pulled."
He grinned at her. "Tomorrow we'll look through the costumes we have in the storage and figure out what our plan is."
"What about tonight?"
He leaned over and kissed her, caressing the back of her neck. "I kinda had plans for tonight. Care to join me?"
She laughed as the black car sped off into the night.
T a i n t e d L o v e
The barely lit bathroom smelled chokingly of perfume and hairspray as a tall, beautiful woman primped daintily in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and tossed it about.
"So," she said, picking up a black eyeliner pencil, "how long are you planning to hide in the corner and hold your breath so I don't notice you're watching me?"
A tall figure moved out of the shadows behind her and rested his thin, bony hands lovingly on her shoulders. "Who, me? Now what would you say such a thing?"
She laughed and continued putting on her makeup. He rubbed his head against hers, purring like a cat.
"Stop it," she giggled, "You're messing up my hair."
"I don't know why you bother with that stuff," he said, gesturing faintly to her collection of makeup and dangerously flammable hair products, "I mean, why mess with perfection?"
"Honey, even the angels have halos."
He rolled his eyes--she usually said that. It was a nice metaphor, but it didn't bring him any closer to figuring her out. Esme Squalor was a complex creature.
"Come on, you look stunning already, and we're gonna be late. He said he'd be there in the first act and we have to beat him there."
"You're sure he's reliable? Your last source was about an hour and a half late."
"One of the most reliable I know. He knows where they are, and then we will."
"Find them," Esme said, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "and teach them a thing or two about messing with us!"
"Exactly! But none of that will happen if we don't get moving. So come on."
***
They forced themselves to sit through three and a half acts of an incredibly mediocre performance of a play called "Get Me Out of Here" as a stranger slunk slowly towards them. An envelope was thrown at them from behind.
"Finally," Olaf said, cracking his neck as they slipped out the lobby doors and into the open air. "I have never seen a theater company butcher an otherwise fine play in quite that distressing manner."
"I was actually in physical pain after that sad attempt at Jet's monologue in act two. And then when that girl with the green hair tried to do sing that song after I nearly cried."
"But," he said, waving the envelope before her eyes as they approached his car, "I have to say it was worth it."
She giggled girlishly as he put an arm around her shoulders. They approached the corner of the lot where they were parked. He ran ahead and opened her door for her.
"Well aren't we just the perfect gentleman tonight?" she smiled, kissing him sweetly before slipping into her seat.
"Now madam," he said, sitting beside her behind the wheel, "Would you care to know the location of those sweet little children?"
She snorted. "Where are the little snots?"
He tore open the envelope. "They are currently on their way to.the picturesque Village of Foul Devotees."
Esme laughed. "Are you kidding? God, those small minded ass-ticks that live there will hang on our every word. This one, darling, will be the easiest trick we've ever pulled."
He grinned at her. "Tomorrow we'll look through the costumes we have in the storage and figure out what our plan is."
"What about tonight?"
He leaned over and kissed her, caressing the back of her neck. "I kinda had plans for tonight. Care to join me?"
She laughed as the black car sped off into the night.
