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If you read this, please review. Even if you hate it, review. As I said before this is my first fanfic, feedback would be much appreciated.
Jay hated what the Merovingian had done to the place. When he, Mara, and Megtilde had lived here, it was a Frank Lloyd Wright style home, only much bigger. The subterranean levels had existed but not been used as dungeons. Well, he thought, they were mostly not used as dungeons. Megtilde had, in her last few years, began using them to store prey. Jay thought it was Mara's discovery of the dungeon filled with children that sparked her to plot against Meg.
Mara would disappear for years at a time, leaving him and Meg to do the part of ruling. Mara didn't really care about ruling, she was hard to figure out.
Meg had loved ruling, and when she met him, loved the Merovingian for his cold ruthless lust. She loved the variety of programs that began to be drawn to the house as they chose exile instead of deletion.
Most of the exiles were neutral in character, not really evil, but very interested in survival. It wasn't hard to convince them to do things a human might find morally questionable. Over time, most began to enjoy the power they had over humans and lesser programs.
The Architect gave the three the area as a safe zone. Any program who came to the house was covered under the same safety. It was a really sort of a myth that the Architect would send his agents after any exile that didn't find shelter with them; most of the time if a program was willing to live in obscurity as a human the Architect couldn't care less. It was the programs who tried to interfere, who were obvious about their existence that got themselves in trouble. But Meg wanted power, and at that time Jay did too. So they collected any exile they could find and offered shelter in exchange for servitude.
Jay remembered the day Mara came home and found the basement had become the vampire's dungeon. That time Mara was gone for nearly thirty years. She walked in, no explanation, and said, "I need to get some stuff," then headed for the basement. He called after her to warn her but she just held up her hand in typical Mara fashion and walked on down.
When she returned thirty minutes later, she looked the same as before. She had a couple of boxes and was heading for the door when she turned and said "Jay, you seem to have acquired a vermin problem. No worries, I took care of it for you," then smiled that terrible Mara smile and left. Meg was furious when she found the torn up bodies and the empty cell where the children had been kept.
Jay found out later that Mara had sent the children out through the office building that served as a front for their house. The people who rented space there had called the police, and the police had been very curious as to why thirty-one half starved and obviously abused children had mysteriously appeared in the building. Meg dealt with the problem by having the Merovingian modify the policemen's memory, but it was impossible for her to prevent the rumor of the occurrence from spreading. People began to vacate the building, it was simply bad for business.
So Meg gave the job of managing the building to the Merovingian. Jay thought that was the beginning of the end for Meg. He wasn't naïve enough to think that Mara had enough power to deal with Meg on her own. He always thought it more than likely that Mara had struck a deal with the Merovingian to assist her in Meg's removal. Jay remembered how Mara had offered him a "choice" with a shiver. As if the choices of helping her get rid of Meg and being quarantined until Mara could figure out a way to delete him was any choice at all.
Jay had concentrated on making himself difficult to kill. Meg had concentrated on being able to kill. Jay thought Mara was somewhere in the middle, but he didn't know for sure. Mara was quiet about what she could do and generally he had underestimated her abilities. Pretty much everyone underestimated Mara. It was hard to predict what she would do. She had developed her own strange moral code that was inexplicable to Jay. He didn't really understand why Mara had refused to kill Meg and had exiled her instead. Honestly, he didn't understand why she had disposed of Meg, but somehow found the Merovingian acceptable.
He really did hate how the Merovingian had changed the place; it was so very pretentious. The whole place was stuffed with flimsy gilded French furniture and Greek statues. Jay hated waiting as well. The Twins dropped him off here two days ago. He remembered them mixed emotions of guilt, rage and lust. He knew it was a sin, but he couldn't help thinking of them.
Their section of the chateau was filled with light. Somehow they had modified, or asked the Merovingian to modify, the interior architecture of their section. The rooms were tall, light filled and modern. They retained some of the clean Art Deco lines of the house as it had been when Jay lived there, but expressed the design in steel and a pale limestone. In the day, the light was provided by curved floor to ceiling windows spanning as much as fifteen feet in width. At night, the twins lit candles so the rooms looked like nothing so much as the chapel, nave and passageways of a cathedral.
The furniture varied from room to room. Each room had just enough furniture for comfort. Everything was very clean and very functional, with the exception of an enormous orchid tank in the living room. Jay had a hard time picturing the two assassins tending orchids, but he did have to admit the effect was striking. The ten foot long tank contained a variety of orchids, from the beautiful to the grotesque. It spanned the left wall of the room, seemingly placed to receive enough light, but not too much. The only color in the room came from the tank. It was disturbing, the messy green glassed-in world encased in steel and stone.
In the bedroom there was nothing but a massive wrought iron bed resting on a black marble floor. The effect of the black marble was emphasized by the white cotton sheets, the white cotton covered down pillows, comforter and bed. It looked like sinking into a cloud.
The twins brought him first to the bedroom. They tossed him on the floor like a naked sack. All his wounds were healed and Jay felt, he had felt what he knew was lust. He wanted them.
They left him there the whole time they made love. Once they sank into the bed Jay could only catch glimpses of their bodies, hear a few soft sounds. It was obviously making love, not what they had done to him, and they made love for hours until they finally chose to rest entwined until morning.
They left him there on the floor. Later, a servant cut him loose and gave him clothes: a black Kenneth Cole suit perfectly tailored to his body, a gray silk shirt, a pair of black leather dress shoes and matching belt by Prada and no underwear.
"Wait here until the Merovingian calls for you," the servant said then left.
He'd learned nothing personal about the twins during his waiting. The rooms were devoid of anything personal, no journal, nothing that might hint at individual characteristics. There was no soap or any other toiletries in the shower, no cologne or gel or toothbrushes on the vanity, not even a mat on the floor. If they listened to music it was unclear where they kept it. There was an enormous plasma TV on one wall, so he knew they must watch something, but he couldn't even find a way to turn it on. The kitchen was empty of food, the refrigerator held nothing but cold air. He'd never been anywhere so inimical to discovery. The twins had clearly designed their quarters to prevent any discovery.
In fact the only living thing, the only clearly personal thing was that orchid tank. He'd started thinking of it with irritation, as if it was deliberately taunting him. And yet, he felt certain the orchids were central to the riddle. It seemed familiar somehow, like he had seen another version of it somewhere very different. He'd sat staring at the tank for nearly the entire day, until he finally let himself fall asleep.
If you read this, please review. Even if you hate it, review. As I said before this is my first fanfic, feedback would be much appreciated.
Jay hated what the Merovingian had done to the place. When he, Mara, and Megtilde had lived here, it was a Frank Lloyd Wright style home, only much bigger. The subterranean levels had existed but not been used as dungeons. Well, he thought, they were mostly not used as dungeons. Megtilde had, in her last few years, began using them to store prey. Jay thought it was Mara's discovery of the dungeon filled with children that sparked her to plot against Meg.
Mara would disappear for years at a time, leaving him and Meg to do the part of ruling. Mara didn't really care about ruling, she was hard to figure out.
Meg had loved ruling, and when she met him, loved the Merovingian for his cold ruthless lust. She loved the variety of programs that began to be drawn to the house as they chose exile instead of deletion.
Most of the exiles were neutral in character, not really evil, but very interested in survival. It wasn't hard to convince them to do things a human might find morally questionable. Over time, most began to enjoy the power they had over humans and lesser programs.
The Architect gave the three the area as a safe zone. Any program who came to the house was covered under the same safety. It was a really sort of a myth that the Architect would send his agents after any exile that didn't find shelter with them; most of the time if a program was willing to live in obscurity as a human the Architect couldn't care less. It was the programs who tried to interfere, who were obvious about their existence that got themselves in trouble. But Meg wanted power, and at that time Jay did too. So they collected any exile they could find and offered shelter in exchange for servitude.
Jay remembered the day Mara came home and found the basement had become the vampire's dungeon. That time Mara was gone for nearly thirty years. She walked in, no explanation, and said, "I need to get some stuff," then headed for the basement. He called after her to warn her but she just held up her hand in typical Mara fashion and walked on down.
When she returned thirty minutes later, she looked the same as before. She had a couple of boxes and was heading for the door when she turned and said "Jay, you seem to have acquired a vermin problem. No worries, I took care of it for you," then smiled that terrible Mara smile and left. Meg was furious when she found the torn up bodies and the empty cell where the children had been kept.
Jay found out later that Mara had sent the children out through the office building that served as a front for their house. The people who rented space there had called the police, and the police had been very curious as to why thirty-one half starved and obviously abused children had mysteriously appeared in the building. Meg dealt with the problem by having the Merovingian modify the policemen's memory, but it was impossible for her to prevent the rumor of the occurrence from spreading. People began to vacate the building, it was simply bad for business.
So Meg gave the job of managing the building to the Merovingian. Jay thought that was the beginning of the end for Meg. He wasn't naïve enough to think that Mara had enough power to deal with Meg on her own. He always thought it more than likely that Mara had struck a deal with the Merovingian to assist her in Meg's removal. Jay remembered how Mara had offered him a "choice" with a shiver. As if the choices of helping her get rid of Meg and being quarantined until Mara could figure out a way to delete him was any choice at all.
Jay had concentrated on making himself difficult to kill. Meg had concentrated on being able to kill. Jay thought Mara was somewhere in the middle, but he didn't know for sure. Mara was quiet about what she could do and generally he had underestimated her abilities. Pretty much everyone underestimated Mara. It was hard to predict what she would do. She had developed her own strange moral code that was inexplicable to Jay. He didn't really understand why Mara had refused to kill Meg and had exiled her instead. Honestly, he didn't understand why she had disposed of Meg, but somehow found the Merovingian acceptable.
He really did hate how the Merovingian had changed the place; it was so very pretentious. The whole place was stuffed with flimsy gilded French furniture and Greek statues. Jay hated waiting as well. The Twins dropped him off here two days ago. He remembered them mixed emotions of guilt, rage and lust. He knew it was a sin, but he couldn't help thinking of them.
Their section of the chateau was filled with light. Somehow they had modified, or asked the Merovingian to modify, the interior architecture of their section. The rooms were tall, light filled and modern. They retained some of the clean Art Deco lines of the house as it had been when Jay lived there, but expressed the design in steel and a pale limestone. In the day, the light was provided by curved floor to ceiling windows spanning as much as fifteen feet in width. At night, the twins lit candles so the rooms looked like nothing so much as the chapel, nave and passageways of a cathedral.
The furniture varied from room to room. Each room had just enough furniture for comfort. Everything was very clean and very functional, with the exception of an enormous orchid tank in the living room. Jay had a hard time picturing the two assassins tending orchids, but he did have to admit the effect was striking. The ten foot long tank contained a variety of orchids, from the beautiful to the grotesque. It spanned the left wall of the room, seemingly placed to receive enough light, but not too much. The only color in the room came from the tank. It was disturbing, the messy green glassed-in world encased in steel and stone.
In the bedroom there was nothing but a massive wrought iron bed resting on a black marble floor. The effect of the black marble was emphasized by the white cotton sheets, the white cotton covered down pillows, comforter and bed. It looked like sinking into a cloud.
The twins brought him first to the bedroom. They tossed him on the floor like a naked sack. All his wounds were healed and Jay felt, he had felt what he knew was lust. He wanted them.
They left him there the whole time they made love. Once they sank into the bed Jay could only catch glimpses of their bodies, hear a few soft sounds. It was obviously making love, not what they had done to him, and they made love for hours until they finally chose to rest entwined until morning.
They left him there on the floor. Later, a servant cut him loose and gave him clothes: a black Kenneth Cole suit perfectly tailored to his body, a gray silk shirt, a pair of black leather dress shoes and matching belt by Prada and no underwear.
"Wait here until the Merovingian calls for you," the servant said then left.
He'd learned nothing personal about the twins during his waiting. The rooms were devoid of anything personal, no journal, nothing that might hint at individual characteristics. There was no soap or any other toiletries in the shower, no cologne or gel or toothbrushes on the vanity, not even a mat on the floor. If they listened to music it was unclear where they kept it. There was an enormous plasma TV on one wall, so he knew they must watch something, but he couldn't even find a way to turn it on. The kitchen was empty of food, the refrigerator held nothing but cold air. He'd never been anywhere so inimical to discovery. The twins had clearly designed their quarters to prevent any discovery.
In fact the only living thing, the only clearly personal thing was that orchid tank. He'd started thinking of it with irritation, as if it was deliberately taunting him. And yet, he felt certain the orchids were central to the riddle. It seemed familiar somehow, like he had seen another version of it somewhere very different. He'd sat staring at the tank for nearly the entire day, until he finally let himself fall asleep.