~Heh heh heh, I needed something else to take my mind off of Aimée
AU In New Orleans, Olivier LeBeau can get away with pretty much anything. His family is the Thieves Guild, which offers him endless amounts of money, sex, and violence, but one night things go too far, and Remy sends him to boarding school. To bad this is no Ordinary Boarding School, it's the Xavier Institute.
here ya' go!
It's a little different, but you'll see!
I almost made this title French too!
*NoTE: the idea for a Guardian Angel/imaginary character, comes from the fic "Angels Weep" by Raven Lee, mine is different, but I still think that one deserves credit . . . it's a great one! Read it! ------------------------------------
Son of a Thief
Chapter One.
The Night is Young
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"I feel de need! De need fo' speed! Ah!!!!" The night is young, and we find our main characters cruising down the main strip of New Orleans. The tiny Porsche Boxster accelerated to 100 mph, its tires screeching down the road, visible only as a red blur to the curious pedestrians. Its 4 passengers squeezed tight into the two seater. Lets meet the players . . . Olivier LeBeau sits in the driver's seat, his long auburn hair whipping madly in the wind. His license has been revoked, after one to many unpaid speeding tickets, but that doesn't stop him, hell it doesn't even slow him down. Olivier is part of the richest family in New Orleans, possibly in the whole state of Louisiana. He is the son of Remy LeBeau, leader of the infamous Thieves Guild, and the police know to leave him alone. In the passenger seat, sits Anton Boudreaux, Olivier's stepbrother. Belladonna Boudreaux, daughter of the rival guild married Olivier's father several years ago, to create peace. She is the only mother Olivier ever knew. Her son joined the family with her. Anton is a ruthless boy, tall and blond with honey colored eyes but a heart as black as coal. He's a son of the Assassins Guild, and will be no other way. Behind them are Didier Renault and Anne LeBeau. Didier is 17 like the two other boys, with dark violet eyes and shaggy black curls. His mother was the Latin, Constance Alicantè; he was produced after a brief affair with Sebastian Renault, and grew up in the Thieves Guild mansion. He is very handsome, and Olivier's best friend. Anne, daughter of Henri and Mercy LeBeau, and Olivier's cousin, has pale blonde hair, tonight its back into a loose ponytail; her hazel eyes are sparkling in delight. She's only 15, but mature for her age, and always gets excited when the boys invite her along for their midnight rendezvous. Tonight's excursion was a rave a few miles out of town, and after they had gotten good and doped up, the boys decided to take a ride in Olivier's birthday present. . . . Enjoy . . .
"We're nearin' 140, how fast can dis heap go Olly?" Anton teased from his seat, knocking back a Michelob.
"160, facile!"
"Woohoo boy's! we gon' fly! Hahah" Didier chimed in from the back, kissing Anne on the cheek and standing up in his seat.
"Didier! Didier get down! Y'gon' get us arrested!"
"Ha! Wit de master t'ieve's son drivin' a cop wouldn't dare!"
"Merde, looks t'me like someone's darin'"
"Aucune sueur, I can outrun dem!" Olivier pressed harder on the gas and shifted gears, pushing the little car as fast as it could go. The streets were nothing but a blur, and the police sirens quickly faded away under Didier's cheers and Anne's shrieks of sheer terror. The red car slowed down a little as they cruised for a while, up and down the busy streets of New Orleans.
"homme, dem filles were all over me tonight! I was like ungh! Ungh! Uhhh! All night long! Haha"
"Olivier, dis boy is plastered out o' his mind. He is fuckin' piss faced drunk!"
"Not jus' drunk, mon ami." "Anton y' know what Oncle Remy is gon' do when he realizes y' let Didier shoot up." "Screw him, homme, I don' care."
Anne roughly pinched the bridge of her nose, all of them were completely drugged up, including the driver.
"Olivier."
silence.
"Olly?"
silence. "Olivier!"
"Quoi?"
"Answer me next time, vous âne."
"Chienne," Anton sneered at her, finishing off another bottle of beer. "Anne, if y' have a problem wit how we like t'party, then I suggest y'jus' don' come next time. Y' weren't even invited." "Didier invited me."
"haha, but dats because Didier likes the younger meat, he likes 'em tender."
Didier woke up from his trance, an angry glare plastered all over his handsome face.
"Hey fuck you, homme!"
"Shut up, I'm tryin' t'drive, I can't fuckin' see straight."
"So dis is just great! Pull over Olly."
The car screeched to a halt in the middle of the road, and Anne hastily switched positions with her passed out cousin, taking control of the wheel.
"Great! I feel sooo much safer now!"
"Well its a lot better than one o' ye'h" "Don't talk back t'me, bitch"
Chauvinistic asshole, is Anton in a nutshell, but he was part of 'the family' so they dealt with him, and all his crap.
"Leave her alone, An'" Didier hissed, his eyes shifting color's dangerously, "Anne jus' take Ol' home, he's bout t'crash on us, Rem's not gon' be happy bout dis."
"Like we haven't shown up wasted before."
"Yeah but Remy's been on our case lately, eva' since Olivier's birthday."
Anton glared at him, his head was spinning, and Didier's good boy act was really starting to mess up his night.
"Goddamn Spic"
"What did y'call me'h!?" The racial slur rang out loud in Didier's ears, and he could feel the rage boil up inside of him.
"Y' heard me!"
"Je vais te tuer!" (I'll kill you!) Didier jumped on him, causing the car to swerve dangerously. Anne screamed as the two boys in the passenger seat fought. Anton's nose was bleeding, but Didier punched it again and again. "Don'! You'! Ev-crash!-" Anton smashed the beer bottle across Didier's head, blood gushed everywhere, and his body went limp.
"Oh mon Dieu! Oh mon Dieu! Crisse!! Anton, tu l'as tué! Tu l'as tué!!" (Oh my god! Oh my god! Holy shit! Anton you killed him! You killed him!)
"Non, calme-toi, je ne l'ai pas tué! Il respire!" (No I didn't, calm down! He's breathing!)
"Du sang! Il y a du sang partout, oh mon Dieu tu l'as tué... Espèce de bâtard!" (Blood! There's blood everywhere, oh my god you killed him! You bastard!) "Merde!" (Shit!) Olivier cried, turning around in his seat, the cops were back, "Merde! Merde! Merde! Plus vite! Anne, plus vite!" (Shit! Shit! Shit! Drive! Anne drive!) Anne accelerated, tears streaming down her face, as she moaned curses at Anton. Didier's limp and bloody body sprawled across Olivier's lap. "Mon père va te tuer, Anton! Et Sébastian! Tu seras chanceux s'ils te donnent une minute d'avance pour te sauver avant de partir à ta chasse! Oncle Remy ne te le pardonnera jamais! Espèce d'assassin! Il te jettera hors de la Guilde avec un coup de pied dans le cul, toi et ton horrible mère! Qu'elle soit damnée de t'avoir mis au monde! Damnée!" (My father is going to kill you Anton! And Sebastian! You will be lucky if they give you a minute to run before they come chasing after you! Uncle Remy will never forgive you! You murderer! He will toss you out of the guild! Toss you out on your bloody ass, you and that horrible mother of yours! Curse her for bringing you into this world! Curse her!)
"Anne, tais-toi! Il respire! (Anne shut up! He's breathing!) Didier! Didier wake up, homme, wake up!" Olivier cradled his friend's bloody head, Didier was still breathing, that was a good sign.
"Je ne peux pas croire que tu l'aies tué! (I can't believe you killed him!) Anne was still moaning, screeching in French between her heartwrenching sobs. The girl was only 15 and had always harbored feelings for our unconscious friend.
"Anne! Regarde la rou- (Anne! Pay attention to the ro-)SMASH!-" The car hit the tree before they knew what happened, the boxster's fragile form crushing from the impact.
"My car!" Olivier hopped out of the car, taking no notice of the cop cars that had stopped behind them. The damage was bad, the car was beyond repair, and that wasn't the worst of it. The interior reeked of liquor and was riddled with bottles, Didier lie passed out and bloody across the seats. Anne was crying hysterically, her hands gripping the wheel like she was holding on for dear life. Anton stumbled out of the passenger seat, a drunken smile on his face.
"Bonjour officers, what a nice day we be havin', non?" The police officers were less than amused.
"This is the last straw LeBeau, y'goin' downtown wit us, NOW"
Olivia stood a few feet away, her hair whipping mildy behind her, she shook her head, and took a long drag on her cigarette, "dammit Olivier." ------------------------------------
The ambulance soon followed, and Didier was sent to the hospital, a hysterical Anne in toe. Anton and Olivier were left to speak with Remy. The pair sat gloomily in their cells, the fluorescent light illuminating the dark circles under their eyes. Anton sat in the corner, his head tipped back and leaning lazily against the cell wall. His eyes to the ceiling. Olivier was on the other side of the bench, his face buried in his hands, and his elbows resting on his knees. His head shot up at the sound of expensive shoes clapping down the hall, and his stomach turned as he saw his father round the corner. Remy LeBeau had a sense of dignity about him, he walked with his head high, and his chest puffed out. I hope not to confuse you, he's an easygoing guy, and usually has a charming grin smile plastered over his handsome face. He was one of those guys who knew he was attractive, and the trait definetly passed on to his son. The only difference between the two being the wrinkles and graying temples, that Remy now suffered from. Nevertheless his looks were still timeless, and he could melt a woman-of any age-on the spot. Tonight, however, he wasn't in a good mood. His eyes burned a fiery red, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, as if he had left in a hurry. His smile was as tight as his ponytail, and he was trying desperately to conceal his rage. The guard unlocked the cage door, letting Anton and Olivier out.
"Merci m'sieu, ah promise ye'h dese two will learn dey're lesson dis time." "Yes sir, anything for you sir." That was another thing, The Thieves Guild. Everyone in town feared them, and their ruthless partners. The Thieves were to be respected, the Assassins, feared, and ever since they united, the entire city of New Orleans had been on edge. Anton was the first to speak.
"So how's Did'?" "Fine, Anne's wit him, Henri is dealing wit 'dem." Remy coolly replied, allowing the driver to open the door to the limo. There was an uncomfortable silence, until finally, the old thief spoke.
"Well, d'ye'h have anyt'in t'say fo' ye'hself." "I had one hell o' a time." Olivier calmly replied. Remy looked like he was about to explode with rage, Anton with laughter. "WHAT DID YOU JUS' SAY T'ME!?" "Nothin' papa. We were jus' havin' a little fun. T'ings got outta'h hand "Out o' hand, Olivier!? OUT O' HAND!! Y'call gettin' drunk, gettin' in a car, an' nearly killin' y'friends an' family, jus' a LITTLE out o' hand!?" "Remy-" "Non Anton, de both of you! An' specially you Olvier, ah've had enough! Y'don't listen, ye'h an embarrassment to dis entire family! Ah don' kno' what ah'm gonna do wit y'boy." Olivier shrugged and stared out the window, silent for the rest of the ride. He didn't give a damn, HE had fun that night, and that was all that mattered. When they finally pulled up the mansion, all of the lights were on. Remy stepped out casually, and Olivier followed in the exact same way. "Oh! Anton!" Belladonna flung herself out the front door, and clung to her son. She whimpered softly as she smoothed his hair and stood on tip toes to kiss his head, "Oh baby are ye'h alright? You had mama so worried!" Olivier snickered at Anton's annoyed expression and breezed in the house. It was full of people, as usual, and family members and friends crowded every room. He wanted to be alone, so Olivier clomped up the steps into his bedroom, and slammed the door. "Tough day?" Olivier looked up to the woman sitting on his windowsill her big blue sparkling in the moonlight, he smiled at her presence. "Olivia" "Hey baby" The woman hopped off her perch, and crossed the room, pecking him on the cheek. Her eyes shone brightly next to a turquoise top, and her raven hair was pulled up high onto her head and tied with a matching bow. Her name was Olivia Rays, but Olivier called Liv. "I had a fight wit mon pere" "I know, I was there." "Y'always there." "Olly-" "Liv, not now." She smirked, and pulled him over to the bed. Kneeling behind him she ran her fingers through his hair, and began to massage his back.
"How'd she ride?" "Like a dream." "I told you, all you needed to do was pop out the doe-meter." "mmm, that feels good." "shhh, relax, go to sleep." Olivia's fingers effortlessly caressed his shoulders, as his eyes fluttered in ecstasy. Softly she began to sing, and his eyelids grew heavy, her lullaby putting him to sleep. She kissed him lightly on the forehead, and hopped off the bed. Her bare feet were silent across the wooden floorboards, and she easily crept back up onto the window sill.
"Bonne Nuit darling." She disappeared into the wind.
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"Remy?"
"Oui?" He replied from his position laying in the bed.
"Nothing," Belladonna shimmied in next to him, "Ah jus' wanted t'see if ye'h were awake." "Sleep? Wit you next t'me? Impossible."
Belle smiled and snuggled up against him. "Tonight was interestin'" "Bah, I neva'h wanna do dat again." "Ah jus' can't b'lieve he got caught, dat boys is as slippery as soap." "I don' kno' what t'do wit him." "Sorry, chere. Ah don' kno' what t'tell you. I neva'h had dis problem wit Anton." Remy snorted, but Belladonna chose not to notice "Goodnight, mon amour." "Goodnight." He replied, and slowly Remy drifted off to his dreams, his most favorite place. 'Chere?' 'Remy, yoah early!' 'I had a fight wit mon fils tonight.' 'well come here sugah', tell me all about it.' -------------------------------------
"Hey, homme." "Hey," Olivier called from his bed, smiling at his stepbrother, "Ye'h crashin' in here t'night?" "My room's too quiet." He shook his head, returning to his book. Anton didn't like to be alone, ever since they were kids. The blonde boy sighed, and collapsed on the extra bed. "Goodnight, frere." "Bonne Nuit."
----------2 hours later------------
"Olivier? Y'wake?" "Unngh, ah am now." "Bien, get up." "Why?" "Just do it! Ah got two filles who wanna' party, twins man! Fuckin' twins!" Olivier's smile flashed bright in the moonlight. The night was young.
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~well it's a little kooky . . . who knows if I'll continue -Foo
AU In New Orleans, Olivier LeBeau can get away with pretty much anything. His family is the Thieves Guild, which offers him endless amounts of money, sex, and violence, but one night things go too far, and Remy sends him to boarding school. To bad this is no Ordinary Boarding School, it's the Xavier Institute.
here ya' go!
It's a little different, but you'll see!
I almost made this title French too!
*NoTE: the idea for a Guardian Angel/imaginary character, comes from the fic "Angels Weep" by Raven Lee, mine is different, but I still think that one deserves credit . . . it's a great one! Read it! ------------------------------------
Son of a Thief
Chapter One.
The Night is Young
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"I feel de need! De need fo' speed! Ah!!!!" The night is young, and we find our main characters cruising down the main strip of New Orleans. The tiny Porsche Boxster accelerated to 100 mph, its tires screeching down the road, visible only as a red blur to the curious pedestrians. Its 4 passengers squeezed tight into the two seater. Lets meet the players . . . Olivier LeBeau sits in the driver's seat, his long auburn hair whipping madly in the wind. His license has been revoked, after one to many unpaid speeding tickets, but that doesn't stop him, hell it doesn't even slow him down. Olivier is part of the richest family in New Orleans, possibly in the whole state of Louisiana. He is the son of Remy LeBeau, leader of the infamous Thieves Guild, and the police know to leave him alone. In the passenger seat, sits Anton Boudreaux, Olivier's stepbrother. Belladonna Boudreaux, daughter of the rival guild married Olivier's father several years ago, to create peace. She is the only mother Olivier ever knew. Her son joined the family with her. Anton is a ruthless boy, tall and blond with honey colored eyes but a heart as black as coal. He's a son of the Assassins Guild, and will be no other way. Behind them are Didier Renault and Anne LeBeau. Didier is 17 like the two other boys, with dark violet eyes and shaggy black curls. His mother was the Latin, Constance Alicantè; he was produced after a brief affair with Sebastian Renault, and grew up in the Thieves Guild mansion. He is very handsome, and Olivier's best friend. Anne, daughter of Henri and Mercy LeBeau, and Olivier's cousin, has pale blonde hair, tonight its back into a loose ponytail; her hazel eyes are sparkling in delight. She's only 15, but mature for her age, and always gets excited when the boys invite her along for their midnight rendezvous. Tonight's excursion was a rave a few miles out of town, and after they had gotten good and doped up, the boys decided to take a ride in Olivier's birthday present. . . . Enjoy . . .
"We're nearin' 140, how fast can dis heap go Olly?" Anton teased from his seat, knocking back a Michelob.
"160, facile!"
"Woohoo boy's! we gon' fly! Hahah" Didier chimed in from the back, kissing Anne on the cheek and standing up in his seat.
"Didier! Didier get down! Y'gon' get us arrested!"
"Ha! Wit de master t'ieve's son drivin' a cop wouldn't dare!"
"Merde, looks t'me like someone's darin'"
"Aucune sueur, I can outrun dem!" Olivier pressed harder on the gas and shifted gears, pushing the little car as fast as it could go. The streets were nothing but a blur, and the police sirens quickly faded away under Didier's cheers and Anne's shrieks of sheer terror. The red car slowed down a little as they cruised for a while, up and down the busy streets of New Orleans.
"homme, dem filles were all over me tonight! I was like ungh! Ungh! Uhhh! All night long! Haha"
"Olivier, dis boy is plastered out o' his mind. He is fuckin' piss faced drunk!"
"Not jus' drunk, mon ami." "Anton y' know what Oncle Remy is gon' do when he realizes y' let Didier shoot up." "Screw him, homme, I don' care."
Anne roughly pinched the bridge of her nose, all of them were completely drugged up, including the driver.
"Olivier."
silence.
"Olly?"
silence. "Olivier!"
"Quoi?"
"Answer me next time, vous âne."
"Chienne," Anton sneered at her, finishing off another bottle of beer. "Anne, if y' have a problem wit how we like t'party, then I suggest y'jus' don' come next time. Y' weren't even invited." "Didier invited me."
"haha, but dats because Didier likes the younger meat, he likes 'em tender."
Didier woke up from his trance, an angry glare plastered all over his handsome face.
"Hey fuck you, homme!"
"Shut up, I'm tryin' t'drive, I can't fuckin' see straight."
"So dis is just great! Pull over Olly."
The car screeched to a halt in the middle of the road, and Anne hastily switched positions with her passed out cousin, taking control of the wheel.
"Great! I feel sooo much safer now!"
"Well its a lot better than one o' ye'h" "Don't talk back t'me, bitch"
Chauvinistic asshole, is Anton in a nutshell, but he was part of 'the family' so they dealt with him, and all his crap.
"Leave her alone, An'" Didier hissed, his eyes shifting color's dangerously, "Anne jus' take Ol' home, he's bout t'crash on us, Rem's not gon' be happy bout dis."
"Like we haven't shown up wasted before."
"Yeah but Remy's been on our case lately, eva' since Olivier's birthday."
Anton glared at him, his head was spinning, and Didier's good boy act was really starting to mess up his night.
"Goddamn Spic"
"What did y'call me'h!?" The racial slur rang out loud in Didier's ears, and he could feel the rage boil up inside of him.
"Y' heard me!"
"Je vais te tuer!" (I'll kill you!) Didier jumped on him, causing the car to swerve dangerously. Anne screamed as the two boys in the passenger seat fought. Anton's nose was bleeding, but Didier punched it again and again. "Don'! You'! Ev-crash!-" Anton smashed the beer bottle across Didier's head, blood gushed everywhere, and his body went limp.
"Oh mon Dieu! Oh mon Dieu! Crisse!! Anton, tu l'as tué! Tu l'as tué!!" (Oh my god! Oh my god! Holy shit! Anton you killed him! You killed him!)
"Non, calme-toi, je ne l'ai pas tué! Il respire!" (No I didn't, calm down! He's breathing!)
"Du sang! Il y a du sang partout, oh mon Dieu tu l'as tué... Espèce de bâtard!" (Blood! There's blood everywhere, oh my god you killed him! You bastard!) "Merde!" (Shit!) Olivier cried, turning around in his seat, the cops were back, "Merde! Merde! Merde! Plus vite! Anne, plus vite!" (Shit! Shit! Shit! Drive! Anne drive!) Anne accelerated, tears streaming down her face, as she moaned curses at Anton. Didier's limp and bloody body sprawled across Olivier's lap. "Mon père va te tuer, Anton! Et Sébastian! Tu seras chanceux s'ils te donnent une minute d'avance pour te sauver avant de partir à ta chasse! Oncle Remy ne te le pardonnera jamais! Espèce d'assassin! Il te jettera hors de la Guilde avec un coup de pied dans le cul, toi et ton horrible mère! Qu'elle soit damnée de t'avoir mis au monde! Damnée!" (My father is going to kill you Anton! And Sebastian! You will be lucky if they give you a minute to run before they come chasing after you! Uncle Remy will never forgive you! You murderer! He will toss you out of the guild! Toss you out on your bloody ass, you and that horrible mother of yours! Curse her for bringing you into this world! Curse her!)
"Anne, tais-toi! Il respire! (Anne shut up! He's breathing!) Didier! Didier wake up, homme, wake up!" Olivier cradled his friend's bloody head, Didier was still breathing, that was a good sign.
"Je ne peux pas croire que tu l'aies tué! (I can't believe you killed him!) Anne was still moaning, screeching in French between her heartwrenching sobs. The girl was only 15 and had always harbored feelings for our unconscious friend.
"Anne! Regarde la rou- (Anne! Pay attention to the ro-)SMASH!-" The car hit the tree before they knew what happened, the boxster's fragile form crushing from the impact.
"My car!" Olivier hopped out of the car, taking no notice of the cop cars that had stopped behind them. The damage was bad, the car was beyond repair, and that wasn't the worst of it. The interior reeked of liquor and was riddled with bottles, Didier lie passed out and bloody across the seats. Anne was crying hysterically, her hands gripping the wheel like she was holding on for dear life. Anton stumbled out of the passenger seat, a drunken smile on his face.
"Bonjour officers, what a nice day we be havin', non?" The police officers were less than amused.
"This is the last straw LeBeau, y'goin' downtown wit us, NOW"
Olivia stood a few feet away, her hair whipping mildy behind her, she shook her head, and took a long drag on her cigarette, "dammit Olivier." ------------------------------------
The ambulance soon followed, and Didier was sent to the hospital, a hysterical Anne in toe. Anton and Olivier were left to speak with Remy. The pair sat gloomily in their cells, the fluorescent light illuminating the dark circles under their eyes. Anton sat in the corner, his head tipped back and leaning lazily against the cell wall. His eyes to the ceiling. Olivier was on the other side of the bench, his face buried in his hands, and his elbows resting on his knees. His head shot up at the sound of expensive shoes clapping down the hall, and his stomach turned as he saw his father round the corner. Remy LeBeau had a sense of dignity about him, he walked with his head high, and his chest puffed out. I hope not to confuse you, he's an easygoing guy, and usually has a charming grin smile plastered over his handsome face. He was one of those guys who knew he was attractive, and the trait definetly passed on to his son. The only difference between the two being the wrinkles and graying temples, that Remy now suffered from. Nevertheless his looks were still timeless, and he could melt a woman-of any age-on the spot. Tonight, however, he wasn't in a good mood. His eyes burned a fiery red, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, as if he had left in a hurry. His smile was as tight as his ponytail, and he was trying desperately to conceal his rage. The guard unlocked the cage door, letting Anton and Olivier out.
"Merci m'sieu, ah promise ye'h dese two will learn dey're lesson dis time." "Yes sir, anything for you sir." That was another thing, The Thieves Guild. Everyone in town feared them, and their ruthless partners. The Thieves were to be respected, the Assassins, feared, and ever since they united, the entire city of New Orleans had been on edge. Anton was the first to speak.
"So how's Did'?" "Fine, Anne's wit him, Henri is dealing wit 'dem." Remy coolly replied, allowing the driver to open the door to the limo. There was an uncomfortable silence, until finally, the old thief spoke.
"Well, d'ye'h have anyt'in t'say fo' ye'hself." "I had one hell o' a time." Olivier calmly replied. Remy looked like he was about to explode with rage, Anton with laughter. "WHAT DID YOU JUS' SAY T'ME!?" "Nothin' papa. We were jus' havin' a little fun. T'ings got outta'h hand "Out o' hand, Olivier!? OUT O' HAND!! Y'call gettin' drunk, gettin' in a car, an' nearly killin' y'friends an' family, jus' a LITTLE out o' hand!?" "Remy-" "Non Anton, de both of you! An' specially you Olvier, ah've had enough! Y'don't listen, ye'h an embarrassment to dis entire family! Ah don' kno' what ah'm gonna do wit y'boy." Olivier shrugged and stared out the window, silent for the rest of the ride. He didn't give a damn, HE had fun that night, and that was all that mattered. When they finally pulled up the mansion, all of the lights were on. Remy stepped out casually, and Olivier followed in the exact same way. "Oh! Anton!" Belladonna flung herself out the front door, and clung to her son. She whimpered softly as she smoothed his hair and stood on tip toes to kiss his head, "Oh baby are ye'h alright? You had mama so worried!" Olivier snickered at Anton's annoyed expression and breezed in the house. It was full of people, as usual, and family members and friends crowded every room. He wanted to be alone, so Olivier clomped up the steps into his bedroom, and slammed the door. "Tough day?" Olivier looked up to the woman sitting on his windowsill her big blue sparkling in the moonlight, he smiled at her presence. "Olivia" "Hey baby" The woman hopped off her perch, and crossed the room, pecking him on the cheek. Her eyes shone brightly next to a turquoise top, and her raven hair was pulled up high onto her head and tied with a matching bow. Her name was Olivia Rays, but Olivier called Liv. "I had a fight wit mon pere" "I know, I was there." "Y'always there." "Olly-" "Liv, not now." She smirked, and pulled him over to the bed. Kneeling behind him she ran her fingers through his hair, and began to massage his back.
"How'd she ride?" "Like a dream." "I told you, all you needed to do was pop out the doe-meter." "mmm, that feels good." "shhh, relax, go to sleep." Olivia's fingers effortlessly caressed his shoulders, as his eyes fluttered in ecstasy. Softly she began to sing, and his eyelids grew heavy, her lullaby putting him to sleep. She kissed him lightly on the forehead, and hopped off the bed. Her bare feet were silent across the wooden floorboards, and she easily crept back up onto the window sill.
"Bonne Nuit darling." She disappeared into the wind.
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"Remy?"
"Oui?" He replied from his position laying in the bed.
"Nothing," Belladonna shimmied in next to him, "Ah jus' wanted t'see if ye'h were awake." "Sleep? Wit you next t'me? Impossible."
Belle smiled and snuggled up against him. "Tonight was interestin'" "Bah, I neva'h wanna do dat again." "Ah jus' can't b'lieve he got caught, dat boys is as slippery as soap." "I don' kno' what t'do wit him." "Sorry, chere. Ah don' kno' what t'tell you. I neva'h had dis problem wit Anton." Remy snorted, but Belladonna chose not to notice "Goodnight, mon amour." "Goodnight." He replied, and slowly Remy drifted off to his dreams, his most favorite place. 'Chere?' 'Remy, yoah early!' 'I had a fight wit mon fils tonight.' 'well come here sugah', tell me all about it.' -------------------------------------
"Hey, homme." "Hey," Olivier called from his bed, smiling at his stepbrother, "Ye'h crashin' in here t'night?" "My room's too quiet." He shook his head, returning to his book. Anton didn't like to be alone, ever since they were kids. The blonde boy sighed, and collapsed on the extra bed. "Goodnight, frere." "Bonne Nuit."
----------2 hours later------------
"Olivier? Y'wake?" "Unngh, ah am now." "Bien, get up." "Why?" "Just do it! Ah got two filles who wanna' party, twins man! Fuckin' twins!" Olivier's smile flashed bright in the moonlight. The night was young.
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~well it's a little kooky . . . who knows if I'll continue -Foo