CHAPTER THREE
Rasputin felt utterly mortified. How could he have let this happen? He, who had cast a powerful curse and began the Russian revolution. He, who sold his very soul to the devil!
"Oh, c'mon, Rasputin. You look nice, really!" said Dimitri.
"I do not WANT to look nice!" spat Rasputin. They stood outside the door to Anastasia's mansion. Rasputin was dressed in a pink frilly dress that came down to his ankles. At his side he swung a small pink handbag. "This is NOT what I meant by 'dating in secret'! Could you take me out somewhere nice, maybe?"
"Sorry, the parlor is all I can afford." replied Dimitri, shrugging.
Rasputin sniffed haughtily, "Your friends may be stupid, but they couldn't possibly be this stupid. We are never going to fool them into thinking I'm a girl. Never."
*** The empress smiled and set her tea down on the parlor table.
"So, who's your tall lady friend, Dimitri?"
"Her name is.. Jane."
"Well, isn't that nice." said the dowager pleasantly, "Shall I get you two some tea?"
"That would be lovely," said Dimitri, hoping to get her out of the room.
After the empress had left the room, Dimitri frowned at Rasputin.
"Couldn't you try to play the part?" Dimitri asked, "You could at least talk, you know."
"Just be glad that she thinks I'm a girl. I thought you said she wasn't stupid?"
"Well, she's not. She's something better than that."
"And what would that be?"
"She's drunk."
The empress returned a few moments later with the tea.
"Here you go, dear." she said, placing a steaming cup in front of Rasputin.
Rasputin picked up the tea and brought it to his lips. He didn't have to eat or drink after the time he sold his soul to the devil, but he thought he might as well play the part of "Jane". After taking a small sip, Rasputin [Jane?] set his cup down on the table. Rasputin almost scowled at the old woman. Why was she staring at him?
"Is there a problem?" he asked, disguising his voice to what he thought was a convincing girl's voice.
"Dear, I believe your nose just fell off."
***
Anastasia sighed and sat down on a nearby rock. No one was in the cave, and she was afraid her new boots were ruined. Sighing, she decided to give up and go home. Outside, she could see rain had already began to fall.
"Peachy," she muttered angrily, "Just peachy."
***
The old empress had been rambling on for some time now, and Dimitri's eyes were beginning to glaze over. Occasionally he would nod or say something like "Very true, yes, couldn't have said it better myself," but beyond that, he said nothing more. The empress didn't notice-she didn't care if anyone was listening, as long as she could talk.
Rasputin rolled his eyes. Was this what the upper class did all day? How dull. And what kind of date is this? He shifted restlessly in his seat. This was NOT worth the dress, although he did sort of like the handbag.
The empress stood up to look out the window.
"My, it's getting late. Anastasia should be getting home soon."
Dimitri snapped to attention.
"A-Anastasia?" he stuttered. He had forgotten all about her. He had to do something to get the old dowager out of the parlor before Anastasia got back.
"Do you have any more tea?" asked Dimitri politely, pouring his untouched tea into a potted plant beside him.
"If you'd like, I could go get some more,"
Dimitri nodded.
As soon as the dowager left the room, Dimitri and Rasputin exchanged glances.
"Anastasia isn't an alcoholic, is she?" asked Rasputin nervously.
"I'm afraid not,"
" I suppose I'll have to leave, then- what the hell is under my cushion?" asked Rasputin, pulling out a familiar bottle.
Before Dimitri could explain, the doorbell rang.
The color drained out of his face.
"Get out, get out now!" he said in a panicked voice.
"And how do you think I'm going to-" Rasputin began, but he was interrupted by Dimitri.
"Out the window! And hurry!"
Rasputin gave Dimitri a withering look.
"You don't really expect me to go out the window!" But Dimitri was already pushing back the curtains and lifting up the window.
"This is so undignified," said Rasputin, hitching up his many skirts and carefully climbing outside the frame.
Dimitri heard footsteps approaching the parlor room. Dimitri dashed over to the open window, and roughly pushed Rasputin through.
The parlor door opened to admit the empress dowager and Anastasia.
Dimitri smiled guiltily.
"There's no one outside the window, no sir, just opening up the window for some fresh air!" said Dimitri quickly.
Anastasia rolled her eyes. "You're so weird, Dimitri,"
Author's Note: Okay, I know, that was a really short chapter, but I'm trying to get past this bloody writer's block, and when I can't do that, insanity is usually the result. I know Kaz is rolling her eyes at my story right now. Believe me Kaz, it makes A LOT more sense if you've actually seen the movie.Oh, and you misspelled "weird".So I thought I'd include that phrase in the story ^^.. Anyway, I know a lot of you are reading, but try to post some reviews too, okay? Ciao for now!
Rasputin felt utterly mortified. How could he have let this happen? He, who had cast a powerful curse and began the Russian revolution. He, who sold his very soul to the devil!
"Oh, c'mon, Rasputin. You look nice, really!" said Dimitri.
"I do not WANT to look nice!" spat Rasputin. They stood outside the door to Anastasia's mansion. Rasputin was dressed in a pink frilly dress that came down to his ankles. At his side he swung a small pink handbag. "This is NOT what I meant by 'dating in secret'! Could you take me out somewhere nice, maybe?"
"Sorry, the parlor is all I can afford." replied Dimitri, shrugging.
Rasputin sniffed haughtily, "Your friends may be stupid, but they couldn't possibly be this stupid. We are never going to fool them into thinking I'm a girl. Never."
*** The empress smiled and set her tea down on the parlor table.
"So, who's your tall lady friend, Dimitri?"
"Her name is.. Jane."
"Well, isn't that nice." said the dowager pleasantly, "Shall I get you two some tea?"
"That would be lovely," said Dimitri, hoping to get her out of the room.
After the empress had left the room, Dimitri frowned at Rasputin.
"Couldn't you try to play the part?" Dimitri asked, "You could at least talk, you know."
"Just be glad that she thinks I'm a girl. I thought you said she wasn't stupid?"
"Well, she's not. She's something better than that."
"And what would that be?"
"She's drunk."
The empress returned a few moments later with the tea.
"Here you go, dear." she said, placing a steaming cup in front of Rasputin.
Rasputin picked up the tea and brought it to his lips. He didn't have to eat or drink after the time he sold his soul to the devil, but he thought he might as well play the part of "Jane". After taking a small sip, Rasputin [Jane?] set his cup down on the table. Rasputin almost scowled at the old woman. Why was she staring at him?
"Is there a problem?" he asked, disguising his voice to what he thought was a convincing girl's voice.
"Dear, I believe your nose just fell off."
***
Anastasia sighed and sat down on a nearby rock. No one was in the cave, and she was afraid her new boots were ruined. Sighing, she decided to give up and go home. Outside, she could see rain had already began to fall.
"Peachy," she muttered angrily, "Just peachy."
***
The old empress had been rambling on for some time now, and Dimitri's eyes were beginning to glaze over. Occasionally he would nod or say something like "Very true, yes, couldn't have said it better myself," but beyond that, he said nothing more. The empress didn't notice-she didn't care if anyone was listening, as long as she could talk.
Rasputin rolled his eyes. Was this what the upper class did all day? How dull. And what kind of date is this? He shifted restlessly in his seat. This was NOT worth the dress, although he did sort of like the handbag.
The empress stood up to look out the window.
"My, it's getting late. Anastasia should be getting home soon."
Dimitri snapped to attention.
"A-Anastasia?" he stuttered. He had forgotten all about her. He had to do something to get the old dowager out of the parlor before Anastasia got back.
"Do you have any more tea?" asked Dimitri politely, pouring his untouched tea into a potted plant beside him.
"If you'd like, I could go get some more,"
Dimitri nodded.
As soon as the dowager left the room, Dimitri and Rasputin exchanged glances.
"Anastasia isn't an alcoholic, is she?" asked Rasputin nervously.
"I'm afraid not,"
" I suppose I'll have to leave, then- what the hell is under my cushion?" asked Rasputin, pulling out a familiar bottle.
Before Dimitri could explain, the doorbell rang.
The color drained out of his face.
"Get out, get out now!" he said in a panicked voice.
"And how do you think I'm going to-" Rasputin began, but he was interrupted by Dimitri.
"Out the window! And hurry!"
Rasputin gave Dimitri a withering look.
"You don't really expect me to go out the window!" But Dimitri was already pushing back the curtains and lifting up the window.
"This is so undignified," said Rasputin, hitching up his many skirts and carefully climbing outside the frame.
Dimitri heard footsteps approaching the parlor room. Dimitri dashed over to the open window, and roughly pushed Rasputin through.
The parlor door opened to admit the empress dowager and Anastasia.
Dimitri smiled guiltily.
"There's no one outside the window, no sir, just opening up the window for some fresh air!" said Dimitri quickly.
Anastasia rolled her eyes. "You're so weird, Dimitri,"
Author's Note: Okay, I know, that was a really short chapter, but I'm trying to get past this bloody writer's block, and when I can't do that, insanity is usually the result. I know Kaz is rolling her eyes at my story right now. Believe me Kaz, it makes A LOT more sense if you've actually seen the movie.Oh, and you misspelled "weird".So I thought I'd include that phrase in the story ^^.. Anyway, I know a lot of you are reading, but try to post some reviews too, okay? Ciao for now!