Disclaimer: Blablabla…
If you have a sensitive stomach, I would advise you not to read this chapter ;-)
And many thanks to "busy little crumpet" who suggested this chapter with her review!
And did I already mention that I love you all *hugs* ??
**
Trinity's mental diary:
Today was the long awaited silver anniversary of Felices parents.
Everybody was in a hurry to get dressed and ready in the morning.
Took a shower and wanted to shave arm pits and legs afterwards.
Couldn't find lady shaver.
Suspect Neo took it again.
Asked him about it and he blushed.
Precious shaver so full of disgusting men's hair that I decided to leave it that way.
Unfortunately forgot that chosen dress for party was sleeveless.
Had to constantly remember myself for rest of day not to hold up arms to avoid that people see small jungle in arm pits.
Niobe extremely moody today and watched Morpheus all the time.
Embarrassing incident in chapel as someone asked Neo if he could lend him a pen.
Felice not looking all too well today.
Discovered her eyeing Klaus sceptically.
Discovered Sandra ogling Twins in return.
Twins grinned and snickered all the time and burst out in laughter as I asked what was so funny and said that they looked like they had hid a corpse in the cellar.
**
Felice pulled her husbands in a small empty room. She looked rather nervous.
"We have to get rid of the corpse!" she said.
The Twins looked at her. She shrugged.
"Well, it starts smelling in case you haven't noticed yet! And we can't have Tom finding out about this too!"
"And what do you suggest, my love?" One asked.
Felice pulled them closer and lowered her voice to a whisper.
"There's a cold-storage room downstairs in the cellar! Bring her there and hide her well, people already wonder where she could be!"
"No problem, my dear! We're experts after all!" Two assured her.
Felice nodded.
"And in the meantime I'm going question Sandra about this husbands of hers!"
**
Niobes mental diary:
Am feeling awfully fat and shapeless today.
Suspect that everybody's avoiding me.
Again.
Don't know why though.
Just told Trinity to keep her arms down because that much hair in that location really is disgusting.
And just told Neo to stop acting like a mad man just when someone say "pen" or "pen pusher" or just any word related with "pen" or "pusher".
And just asked Felice if two husbands weren't enough for her that she has to ogle Klaus too.
Nymphomaniac!
Had nobody to talk therefore decided to ravage the buffet.
Ate some smoked salmon, chocolate cake, lasagne, roast beef, mixed pickles, boiled eggs with mustard, prawns in cocktail sauce, some rabbit in apple wine (delicious), potatoes salad, mashed potatoes, chicken pie (a bit too salty), sauerkraut, some strange white sausages, mousse au chocolat, an apple, Irish stew, Peking duck, tomato soup, fresh bread, green salad, mushrooms with onions and bacon, two hamburgers and three hotdogs (very good).
Forego a second course; have to watch my weight after all!
**
As everybody left the chapel and went to the dining hall, the Twins made their way to hide a corpse.
Again.
Just as they wanted to clear out, someone approached them and tugged lightly at Two's arm.
They turned around and faced Felices father, today especially clad in a white pinstripe suit and a matching white and expensive tie.
He smiled at them and puffed his usually cigar.
The Twins straightened up for they had quickly learned what that kind of smile meant.
It was the same smile the Merovingian had always used when he had something really bad and nasty in mind.
"Ah, my dear sons-in-law! How nice to have you here! Are you enjoying yourselves, boys?" he asked jovially but the steel underneath that simple question was not to be overheard by One's and Two's trained ears.
"We really-" One began.
"Do enjoy ourselves!" Two continued.
"Thank you very much!" One finished.
Hagen Guildenstern grinned, stepped between them and took them by the arms.
Two felt a creep wind up his spine and shot One a quick glance. They wouldn't forget that Felices father was a program like themselves and not a human. So he was not to be underestimated!
"Just a word of advise!" the older man began and carefully inspected his half smoked cigar.
He slowed their tempo down so that the rest of the family overtook them.
"I've came to notice that you and my dear beloved daughter are kind of …let's say night active!" he smiled at them.
The Twins raised their eyebrows.
"It was reported to me that you were at the chapel last night and I even won't mention roaming the mansion at night! But I was told that you had some kind of a wild and merry orgy…" he didn't need to finish the sentence.
Two gulped.
Shit!
"You can do whatever you please in your bedroom, don't understand me wrong! But I won't let a sacred place be defiled! Consider yourselves as warned!"
He let go off their arms and turned to leave.
"Just one last thing!" he suddenly said and faced them again.
"Yes?" One asked warily.
"You're over a half year married now. How does it come that in spite off all these dissipations I'm not a grandfather yet?"
Now the Twins really started sweating!
"Uhhhmm…." One started and looked help seeking at his twin.
But Two was already doing his favourite gold fish imitation. Open mouth. Close mouth. Open mouth. Close mouth.
One nudged him.
Children were a discussion theme that wasn't really well liked either from Felice nor the Twins.
"Well, you should hurry up a bit. I'm an old man, you know, and she's my only daughter!"
And with that their talk was over.
**
"Hallo…"
"Hallo Feli! Where have you been, I waited for you outside the chapel!" Sandra said as the two women sat down at a small table a bit away from the others.
Felice had told Trinity (who seemed to have spasms in both upper arms) that she needed to talk about something very intimate to her cousin and so they did let them have their privacy.
Felice poked her steak experimentally. Medium. Very good! The Twins always wanted their meat English which disgusted her to no ends.
"Now, how does it feel to be married?" she asked experimentally.
"Oh well, it's perfect!" Now that sounded a bit unconvincing.
"What's wrong?" Felice asked carefully.
"Oh, nothing. It's just…"
Sandra shrugged and looked a bit worried.
Felice gave her an encouraging squeeze.
"There are photos from the bachelor parting party, you know. And Klaus…he had some women sitting on his lap and now I fear…"
Felice almost choked on a carrot.
"There are photos? Who has them?" she asked excited.
"Julia did let make them. But I don't know where she is, haven't seen her the last few days. But that's nothing new to me. She comes and goes as she pleases."
"So they have to be in her room!" Felice murmured. Then she noticed Sandra's confused look.
"I'm sorry. Was it her? Sitting on Klaus lap, I mean. On the photo." She explained and leaned over the table.
Sandra shook her brown curls.
"No, not her. Some other strip girls but not Julia. He can't stand her, you have to know. It's just that he wants to be nice to everybody!" she complained.
Felice thought at the handkerchief in her bag and sighed.
If that only could be true!
**
"It has to be at the bottom of this stairway!" One announced cheerfully.
They had "borrowed" a laundry waggon to transport the stiff, smelling corpse and searched now for the cold-storage room which had to be somewhere in the area they were at the moment.
"There it is!" Two hissed a few moments later and pointed at a big steel framed door.
One pushed it open and his brother rolled the waggon in. He wrinkled his slender nose in disgust as he heaved the corpse out of the vehicle. Julia smelled in death even badder than in life. But that shouldn't surprise him, the only human's scent that he found bearable, yes even appealingly delicious was Felices and even she wasn't fully human anymore since their binding.
He shouldered the corpse and let his gaze wonder through the storage room.
Suddenly he grinned at One and pointed at the pig's and cow's halves that hung down at hooks from the ceiling.
"Do you still remember what we used to do at the Merovingian's when we were to get rid off a corpse?"
One grinned in return and approached a butcher's table.
"Here's a saw!" he snickered.
Two put the body down.
"I'll go looking for some containers!"
It turned out that they needed four meat containers in the end.
As Two watched his twin squeezing the last part into the fourth container (an arm, her left if he remembered right) he was surprised to see a tinge of light green grazing his normally silky white cheeks. And his own stomach didn't seem to be that happy about a task that was just a year before totally usually for them to do.
He sighed.
One end of their binding was that Felice had inherited some of their program skills like phasing and telepathy.
The other end had brought them some of her human abilities and right now he wasn't very pleased with them since they hindered them to do what was necessary.
Not really hinder, but…
He remembered that Felice got sick if she only got sight of a single blood drop. An open wound had her even made pass out once.
Two saw One gulping as he closed the container and look down at his coat and his bloody hands.
"Well? Phase!" he snapped at One and followed his own advice immediately.
"Now we're feeling much better!" he stated the obvious for the green tinge had left his twin's face that was now his old arrogant and blood licking self as usual.
"We need a safe place for these!" One tapped one of the containers.
"There's a room next door which seems not to be well used, let's get them there!"
They hid the containers behind others of the same kind as One noticed something on the floor.
He picked it up.
It was a bank note with the number "500" printed on it.
The Twins looked at each other, furrowing their brows and then simultaneously started to look through the other containers which they had expected to be empty.
Two whistled.
"Someone has hid a fortune in here!"
At the end they found twelve meat containers full of money.
Just as Two was about to make a smart comment, they heard a door open and light came through a crack in the wall.
A crack?
They quickly closed the containers and phased through the wall where they suspected a secret door. They ended in a conference hall.
Wait a minute!
There wasn't supposed to be a room down here!
One smirked at Two.
*it looks like we've found the "business rooms"*
They let their ghostly bodies sink into the floor till only the top of her heads was to be seen and floated across the hall, which was mainly decorated in black and red. At the other side there was a wide open door to a small office and that's where the light and the noise had come from.
The twins started stalking.
"Is everything ready?" a somehow familiar voice asked.
"Yes, it is. What about the girl?" another male voice answered.
"I took care of her!"
The second voice cackled.
"Too clever for you that one, wasn't she?"
"Her cleverness didn't do her any good at last!" the first voice snapped.
"Did you kill her?"
"She shouldn't have blackmailed me!"
"But what about the corpse?" the second voice now sounded insecure.
"I left a trail for the police. It's easy, really! No one will think of me!" the first tried to show off.
"You should have thrown her in a lake or something. Makes it look like a robbery!"
"Well, that's too late now. We have to carry on as planned and in a week we're safe somewhere in the south and drink daiquiris!"
"Well, if you say it…"
"I have to go now! Someone could miss me at that boring party they're having!"
**
In the meantime, upstairs in the dining hall.
"Is everything alright? Your face turns a little bit green, you know." Sandra said worried as she watched her cousin carefully.
Felice looked down on her half eaten steak and a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a bomb.
She gulped and staggered to her feet.
"Excuse me, I fear I'm going to puke!" she cried and made a run for the bath room.
Just as she turned around the corner she collided with someone and got to the ground very uncomfortably. Her bag flew open and passed out its contents on the floor.
A slightly annoyed Jürgen knelt down beside her and took her arm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming! Are you alright?" he said.
"Sure!" Felice managed to say.
"Wait, I'll help you with the bag!" Jürgen offered and together they collected the items.
"Here's your lipstick, your comb and you're…handkerchief…" Jürgen said and suddenly looked at her warily.
Felice got Goosebumps and started cold sweating at once.
Something wasn't right!
Definitely!
He slowly, very slowly offered her the black handkerchief which initials K.G. seemed to glow in the electric light.
She took it from him and hastily put it back into her bag.
Suddenly Jürgen smiled.
"What are you doing with a man's handkerchief, Felice?" he asked slyly.
Felice shrugged nervously.
"Found it somewhere on the floor…"
Jürgen got up and smiled at her scarily.
"Well, have a nice day then!"
Felice nodded and turned around, her nausea long forgotten.
"And take good care of you!" he added just before he left the corridor.
Felice shuddered.
To be continued….
**
No corpse was harmed during writing this!
And yes, Tom´s going to die!
….
….
If I´m getting plenty of reviews!!