Disclaimer: I neither own the Matrix nor the Twins, poor me…
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Felice and the Twins looked down on Julia's motionless body with the opened eyes.
Two stroked Felices hair while One carefully examined the corpse.
Finally One got up.
"And?" Felice asked with still shaking voice.
"She didn't die a natural death! But I have to take a closer look to find out what has happened to her. Maybe she died out of pure shock!" One said and grinned at her. Then he stepped beside Felice, embraced her and wiped a single tear out of his eye.
"We are so proud of you, aren't we Two? Your first kill!" he sniffed sentimentally. Two nodded approvingly.
Felices eyes grew big.
"It wasn't me! I didn't kill her! She was already dead as I entered the room!"
Two grinned at her.
"And what did you want in here? At night? All alone?"
"And in those clothes?" One added and winked.
"It wasn't me!" Felice insisted and blushed furiously.
One and Two just looked knowingly at each other.
"Well, we can't leave her in here!" Felice said finally.
"Why not?"
"Because I can't rule out that nobody has seen me getting up here! I don't want to be accused of murder!"
"Okay, no problem!" One said lightly and through the dead body unceremonially over his shoulder.
"Let's go!"
**
The next morning
Sandra walked down the corridor and furrowed her brow in concentration.
Felice wasn't in her room. She hadn't dared to knock at Niobes door because she silently feared the dark woman's temperament.
And as she had stood in front of Trinity's door she had heard several unmistakeable noises that indicated that she'd better not disturb them right now.
Sandra shook her head, she didn't know that one could use a lady shaver for that…
Well, if Felice wasn't in these rooms there was only one room left where she could possibly be at that time in the morning.
She arrived in front of the suite she knew aunt Annalena had given to her daughter and her sons-in-law. Sons-in-law!
Who had ever heard of a country where you could marry twins?
She took a deep breath and knocked.
Several moments later she heard some noises from inside and the door was opened.
Sandra gulped. She had prayed that it would be Felice who opened the door, but now she looked right at one of her husbands who smiled down on her.
A real predator smile she thought and blushed.
She couldn't keep them apart and felt more than a bit uneasy in their company.
The heat crept up her face and she gulped again. She truly loved and adored Klaus but her husband couldn't quite compare with the sight of an almost naked albino who only wore a towel round his waist and on whose chest still glittered water drops.
She told herself not to stare too much and gulped again. Her mouth was awfully dry.
"Ahem…good morning! Is Felice here?" she asked.
The predator's smile widened.
"Yes, she is. Come in!" he purred and mentioned for her to enter the room.
She stepped in and mentally slapped herself. She had caught the wrong door! That was not their living room, definitely not! It was their bedroom!
The wet albino closed the door behind her and left her alone. The curtains were still closed and her eyes needed a few moments to adjust to the dim light. Suddenly she wished she hadn't decided to wear a mini dress this morning. It made her feel vulnerable. Sandra shook her head. Nonsense! These were Felices husbands and they wouldn't dare to approach her in any improper way!
"Good morning, my dear!" purred suddenly a second voice out of the dark.
Sandra almost jumped.
A small motion made her look at the big bed in the middle of the room where husband No.2 laid. He smiled at her lasciviously.
"Good morning!" she repeated huskily and made a few steps towards him.
Mistake!
His skin was almost exactly the same shade of white as the sheets he was lying on. In fact the only thing that stood out against the whiteness was the dark sunglasses. She wondered if they wore them even in sleep.
Don't stare, she reminded herself!
The well muscled man lay almost elegantly on a heap of velvet cushions and held a smoking cigarette lazily in his hand.
The white silk cover was pulled down to his waist. If she would take a close look she could almost see….
Fortunately, Felice finally appeared. She wore a fluffy white bathrobe and looked tired.
"Good morning, my dear!" she embraced Sandra and took her arm.
"Let's go into the living room!"
Then she picked up a shirt and threw it onto the bed. No.2 caught it easily and grinned at her.
"Get dressed! And get us some breakfast!" Felice ordered him and opened the door to living room. She pulled Sandra out of the bed room just as No.2 was about to get up and reveal even more of his marble-white skin.
Felice closed the door and mentioned for her to sit down on the couch.
"Did they embarrass you?" Felice asked as she sat down next to her.
Sandra blushed again. Her hands were sweaty.
Felice sighed.
"Just forget about that, they're doing it on purpose!" she smiled at her.
"Now what did you want to tell me?"
Sandra snapped back into reality.
"Ah yes, your mother begged me to tell you that they are expecting a lot of guest for their silver wedding anniversary!"
Felice looked at her puzzled.
"Really a lot of guests!" Sandra tried to explain.
"In fact that many, that you have to share your suite with one or two of them!" she whispered.
Now Felice looked really worried.
"And when do they arrive?" she asked cautiously.
Sandra looked guilty.
"That's why I'm here that early! They arrive today, sometime in the morning!"
"WHAT??" Felice jumped up.
Sandra took her arm and got up too.
"They will sleep in the living room, on the sofas. Feli, is there something I can help you with?"
Felice mumbled something and dismissed her friend quickly. Damn her family! She glanced at the oaken trunk where they had left Julia's corpse last night. No chance! They had to hide the body somewhere else; at least till they would find out what had caused her death. She returned to the bed room where Two was busy preparing little bugs out of boiled eggs, red radish and mayonnaise for breakfast. He looked up as she stormed into the room.
"What's wrong Cherie?"
"Leave that be and get dressed! We have a corpse to hide!"
One smirked at her.
"Don't worry sweetheart, we're experts!" he walked into the next room and opened the trunk.
"Do we have some extra sheets? We should wrap her up!"
Felice ran into the bed room and returned with some sheets.
Then someone knocked at the door. Hard.
Felice gestured wildly at the bed room. The twins took the corpse and the sheets and left the living room, all the time smirking.
It knocked again. This time very impatiently.
Felice smoothed her hair and tried to put on calm and slightly arrogant expression like the Twins always did. Then she opened the door.
A chubby old man and a sourly woman entered the suite and glanced at her angrily. Felice sighed inwardly.
"Uncle Josef, aunt Gretel! What a surprise! Welcome!" she smiled through gritted teeth.
"Humph, I don't know what your mother thinks but this is ridiculous! To share a room with a young couple!" Uncle Josef huffed.
"Where's your husband child?"
"And where do we sleep? In there? Is there our bed room?" Josef took a step towards the bed room where One and Two prepared the "mummy".
"NO!!" Felice threw herself in front of the door and took her uncle's arm.
She forced herself to smile.
"You will sleep here!"
"What a shame! But I always knew that your mother…."
Gretel suddenly wrinkled her bony nose.
"What is that smell?"
Felice gulped.
"Smell? I don't smell anything!"
Gretel sniffed the air like a rottweiler.
"It smells like there is rotting something!" she sniffed again and followed an invisible trail that led towards the bed room.
"Don't go in there!" Felice screamed and jumped.
Aunt Gretel was faster.
With a triumphant glance she threw open the door and stepped in.
Felice sighed.
No sight of a like a mummy wrapped up Julia. Just One who bound his tie in front of the mirror.
Her aunt seemed disappointed.
A few minutes, One's best predator smile and some of his most charming compliments later, Aunt Gretel allowed them to keep their bed room and left them, a light blush creeping up her cheeks. Yes, One could be very convincing…
Felice closed the door and let herself fall against One who took her in his arms.
"Where is she?" she mumbled.
"Oh, Two took care of her. Don't worry!"
A few seconds later Two returned and smiled at them wickedly.
"And?" Felice demanded to know.
"I've found the perfect hideout. Know the old gallery with the rusty knight's armours?"
Felice grew stiff.
"The gallery? Have you gone nuts??"
Two looked at her puzzled.
Felice sighed.
"That's where the children like to play!! We have to get her back and find another place!"
The Twins sighed and together they left the room.
So they didn't see the maid who brought that real big bunch of red tulips for Felice. Since she wasn't there the maid gave the flowers to her aunt.
Gretel put them into a vase, read the card that was attached to them and vaguely wondered who that Tom guy was and why he wanted to meet her niece.
She was already married, wasn't she?
**
Oh oh, trouble coming…
Should I write something really dramatic involving Felice and our lovesick Tom?
You decide!