Naked and Hidden
Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to the left side of my brain.
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A/N: Wow! Thanks so much for the reviews I'm still so very excited! This is the part where the PG-13 comes in to play. So beware-y I really don't think its anything to be alarmed about but just to be on the safe side I gave it a PG-13 warning other than that I'd rate it PG.
- Listen up readers! Once again.grammar's dead! - and without further adieu enjoy!
End - awful A/N
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~ * Grotesque * ~
He'd been wrong about Vienna he found absolutely nothing. Apparently she didn't exist in that city either. It seemed as if she were a ghost from the past, trying her best to haunt him, and leaving no trace of her existence. It was the end of the trip, and he was glad to pack up and go home.
~ * * ~
It was almost as if he expected it. She hadn't contacted him, she wouldn't and he'd never find her. He'd been seduced by this woman, just by simply being herself. She wasn't like other woman; perhaps that's why he found her so intoxicating. He just couldn't fathom why she wouldn't contact him. He felt she'd thoroughly enjoyed the evening just as equally as he had. But the truth was, he didn't really know her. Perhaps she wasn't as wonderful as he saw her. He didn't believe that. He didn't know what to believe. He'd been so confused.
Thinking like this wouldn't get him anywhere; it hadn't for so long.
A knock at the door had sounded, Georg felt lazy letting the comfort of his chair surround him. He sat there, waiting for the visitor to come to him.
"Come in." The door to his study, popped open and Franz, his loyal butler walked towards his sitting form behind his ebony desk.
"Your mail, sir." Franz easily spoke without emotion as he handed Georg his mail. Georg reached to take them, and began to shuffle through them.
"Thank you, Franz." He spoke in a slight trance, concentrating on his mail. Franz managed to slip out unnoticed.
They were bills mostly, however one envelope in particular caught his interest. It was personally addressed, and elegantly signed. Anything that wasn't a bill always perked his interest. Perhaps it was a letter from her. Setting the others a side, he ripped open the elegant envelope. To his disappointment it wasn't from her, it was an invitation to a dinner party hosted by Verena Vogel. RSVP and arrive promptly at 6:30 p.m. Dinner will be served by 8:00 p.m.
He remembered she couldn't attend the extravagant gala, because she'd taken ill the night before the party. Even though, it was with the same people, he felt that since it was a small affair it wouldn't hurt to attend. Just for reputation's sake, and partially because he was bored. Perhaps it would take his mind off the beautiful Maria Rainer.
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The list was enormous 3 dozen eggs, 5 rolls of fresh bakery bread, 3 pounds of Irish potatoes, 4 pumpkins and 6 small chickens freshly decapitated. Eyes wide Maria reread the words "6 small chickens freshly decapitated" in horror. A chill of disgust engulfed her, and she knew she'd have to be there for the slaughtering. Even if they were chickens, she desperately hated the idea of killing and desired to stay far away from it as possible.
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She carefully maneuvered into the crowed streets of the market place in the heart of Salzburg. Her baskets were filled to the brim, however one basket was left empty for the final product. 6 small chickens. Finally reaching the poultry shop. Evading the customers, she managed to reach the butcher through the masses. He was beating a piece of meat. It was soaked in fat and dripping with deluded blood. Looking up from his task he noticed he had a customer waiting for him.
"What can I do for you?" Maria began to stare at his apron. It was saturated in blood; the slaughtering of animals had stained the white apron. Blinking, she brought herself back into the Meat shop.
"Um. I'd like 6 small freshly cut chickens." He wrapped the beaten meat in a slab of white shinny paper, tied it with a string and marked it. He set it a side and disappeared in behind a steel door. Moments later he returned with a clean giant butcher blade dangling from one other hand and a live naked chicken in the other. Violently flapping it's wings the chicken tried desperately to free it self from the butchers clutches.
He held it down on the table, holding its neck with one hand. He raised the shinning blade high above the chicken's head. The sharp blade came down, in a flash of an eye. Blood squirted everywhere, hitting Maria in the face. The cold splotches of blood were enough to make Maria nauseous. She also had an uninviting taste of chicken blood as it found its way in her slightly open mouth. A cold chill crept its way over her, and she felt grotesque in an instant.
A pop sound was heard through the shop as the butcher snapped off the rest of the chicken's dangling head. Excess blood and fatty bits oozed out of the giant whole, spilling onto the butcher's equally bloody table. He shoved the unwanted head aside. And forced his oversized hand inside of the tiny chicken body. Returning with his prized piece of viscera and offal, he laid them onto the table between the neglected decapitated chicken head and fatty chicken body.
He wrapped the chicken body and offal in separate pieces of white shiny wrapping. And threw the decapitated chicken head and viscera away. 5 chickens later.Maria shoved the warmly wrapped chicken carcasses into her empty basket and paid the butcher.
~ * * ~
She quickly slipped out of the shop. She reveled in the fresh open air of the outdoors as it surrounded her. The stale air of freshly slaughtered chickens had gotten to her. She stood there for a moment, closing her eyes to let the air fully captivate her. Opening them once more she noticed the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. The dress begun to call to her like beautiful singing sirens.
Moving through the masses, she reached the glorious window of the shop. There on display was the dress satin and silk had wrapped them together. An elegance she hadn't seen before.
She desperately wanted to try on the dress, even if it were just for a moment. But she knew that with her heavy load she wouldn't even be allowed into the shop. She leaned against the shop looking at the delicious treat that hung above her so softly. Five minutes had passed and Maria stood unwavering she knew she had to leave for it would be dark soon. And she would have to return to the estate.
A glimpse of tall man was being fitted for a dress suit of some kind seemed familiar to Maria. The man turned as the tailor instructed, as he turned Maria could now see a side view of his body. Standing there was Georg von Trapp.
Tbc
Side note -Yummy blood!
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Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to the left side of my brain.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A/N: Wow! Thanks so much for the reviews I'm still so very excited! This is the part where the PG-13 comes in to play. So beware-y I really don't think its anything to be alarmed about but just to be on the safe side I gave it a PG-13 warning other than that I'd rate it PG.
- Listen up readers! Once again.grammar's dead! - and without further adieu enjoy!
End - awful A/N
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~ * Grotesque * ~
He'd been wrong about Vienna he found absolutely nothing. Apparently she didn't exist in that city either. It seemed as if she were a ghost from the past, trying her best to haunt him, and leaving no trace of her existence. It was the end of the trip, and he was glad to pack up and go home.
~ * * ~
It was almost as if he expected it. She hadn't contacted him, she wouldn't and he'd never find her. He'd been seduced by this woman, just by simply being herself. She wasn't like other woman; perhaps that's why he found her so intoxicating. He just couldn't fathom why she wouldn't contact him. He felt she'd thoroughly enjoyed the evening just as equally as he had. But the truth was, he didn't really know her. Perhaps she wasn't as wonderful as he saw her. He didn't believe that. He didn't know what to believe. He'd been so confused.
Thinking like this wouldn't get him anywhere; it hadn't for so long.
A knock at the door had sounded, Georg felt lazy letting the comfort of his chair surround him. He sat there, waiting for the visitor to come to him.
"Come in." The door to his study, popped open and Franz, his loyal butler walked towards his sitting form behind his ebony desk.
"Your mail, sir." Franz easily spoke without emotion as he handed Georg his mail. Georg reached to take them, and began to shuffle through them.
"Thank you, Franz." He spoke in a slight trance, concentrating on his mail. Franz managed to slip out unnoticed.
They were bills mostly, however one envelope in particular caught his interest. It was personally addressed, and elegantly signed. Anything that wasn't a bill always perked his interest. Perhaps it was a letter from her. Setting the others a side, he ripped open the elegant envelope. To his disappointment it wasn't from her, it was an invitation to a dinner party hosted by Verena Vogel. RSVP and arrive promptly at 6:30 p.m. Dinner will be served by 8:00 p.m.
He remembered she couldn't attend the extravagant gala, because she'd taken ill the night before the party. Even though, it was with the same people, he felt that since it was a small affair it wouldn't hurt to attend. Just for reputation's sake, and partially because he was bored. Perhaps it would take his mind off the beautiful Maria Rainer.
~ * * ~
The list was enormous 3 dozen eggs, 5 rolls of fresh bakery bread, 3 pounds of Irish potatoes, 4 pumpkins and 6 small chickens freshly decapitated. Eyes wide Maria reread the words "6 small chickens freshly decapitated" in horror. A chill of disgust engulfed her, and she knew she'd have to be there for the slaughtering. Even if they were chickens, she desperately hated the idea of killing and desired to stay far away from it as possible.
~ * * ~
She carefully maneuvered into the crowed streets of the market place in the heart of Salzburg. Her baskets were filled to the brim, however one basket was left empty for the final product. 6 small chickens. Finally reaching the poultry shop. Evading the customers, she managed to reach the butcher through the masses. He was beating a piece of meat. It was soaked in fat and dripping with deluded blood. Looking up from his task he noticed he had a customer waiting for him.
"What can I do for you?" Maria began to stare at his apron. It was saturated in blood; the slaughtering of animals had stained the white apron. Blinking, she brought herself back into the Meat shop.
"Um. I'd like 6 small freshly cut chickens." He wrapped the beaten meat in a slab of white shinny paper, tied it with a string and marked it. He set it a side and disappeared in behind a steel door. Moments later he returned with a clean giant butcher blade dangling from one other hand and a live naked chicken in the other. Violently flapping it's wings the chicken tried desperately to free it self from the butchers clutches.
He held it down on the table, holding its neck with one hand. He raised the shinning blade high above the chicken's head. The sharp blade came down, in a flash of an eye. Blood squirted everywhere, hitting Maria in the face. The cold splotches of blood were enough to make Maria nauseous. She also had an uninviting taste of chicken blood as it found its way in her slightly open mouth. A cold chill crept its way over her, and she felt grotesque in an instant.
A pop sound was heard through the shop as the butcher snapped off the rest of the chicken's dangling head. Excess blood and fatty bits oozed out of the giant whole, spilling onto the butcher's equally bloody table. He shoved the unwanted head aside. And forced his oversized hand inside of the tiny chicken body. Returning with his prized piece of viscera and offal, he laid them onto the table between the neglected decapitated chicken head and fatty chicken body.
He wrapped the chicken body and offal in separate pieces of white shiny wrapping. And threw the decapitated chicken head and viscera away. 5 chickens later.Maria shoved the warmly wrapped chicken carcasses into her empty basket and paid the butcher.
~ * * ~
She quickly slipped out of the shop. She reveled in the fresh open air of the outdoors as it surrounded her. The stale air of freshly slaughtered chickens had gotten to her. She stood there for a moment, closing her eyes to let the air fully captivate her. Opening them once more she noticed the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. The dress begun to call to her like beautiful singing sirens.
Moving through the masses, she reached the glorious window of the shop. There on display was the dress satin and silk had wrapped them together. An elegance she hadn't seen before.
She desperately wanted to try on the dress, even if it were just for a moment. But she knew that with her heavy load she wouldn't even be allowed into the shop. She leaned against the shop looking at the delicious treat that hung above her so softly. Five minutes had passed and Maria stood unwavering she knew she had to leave for it would be dark soon. And she would have to return to the estate.
A glimpse of tall man was being fitted for a dress suit of some kind seemed familiar to Maria. The man turned as the tailor instructed, as he turned Maria could now see a side view of his body. Standing there was Georg von Trapp.
Tbc
Side note -Yummy blood!
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