Ok, in case nobody ever checks my profile (you really should, I'm an interesting person!), the (new) email address you can reach me at is: valleeraangelhotmail.com. Oh yeah – keep up the nice reviews, they make my day! Just so you know I have gone with half film, half game, e.g. Lara survived the plane crash but her father was murdered by Powell. P.S. I don't hate the French either. But I do hate the paparazzi.
Joining Forces
Chapter 13 – Not A Superhero
As I sit on this leather couch, waiting for Lady Croft to arrive, I tingle with excitement. We have been friends for a while but this is the first time I have seen her since she disappeared in Egypt, six months ago. But whether I know her or not, she comes alive in interviews (at least in the ones she wants to do). I am just as desperate as everyone else to find out the truth behind Von Croy's death, her times in Paris and Prague (she refuses point blank to discuss Egypt) and those airport photographs.
The door opens and Croft enters, oozing glamour, in a leather skirt, shirt and amazing heels. But she also looks like she has something to say, and that whoever wants to stop her doesn't stand a chance! We hug briefly, and then she kicks her heels off and sits on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, looking animated and alert.
Lara, first of all, what made you agree to do this interview, when you have made it clear in the past that you loathe most of the British Press? Well, I have been hounded so relentlessly, I soon realized that everyone had voiced their opinions about me, except me! And to be honest, there was no way I was going to write a tacky biography – no, I still have some pride.
Now I'm afraid I'm going to go straight in and ask the question on everyone's mind right now: Who was that man at the airport? Are you two an item? -Claps hands together and laughs- That man? No, I can officially say that he is just a friend I made in Prague, and that he was just as much to thank for the end of the Cabal as I was, but I won't say more because he wants anonymity. He was coming back to England with me as we still have details to discuss about our travels.
Given the pictures, a pretty close friend? No, he was just comforting me – even I'm allowed to get upset sometimes. I was just picking up my bag when all these paparazzi came from nowhere yelling at me. I was horrible. – Leans forward- At least I didn't punch any of the ba-----s this time huh?
Now I'm afraid I'm about to go somewhere you probably won't like. What happened in Paris and Prague? What can you tell about Werner Von Croy's death? Not much I'm afraid. It's a very touchy subject with the Parisian and Prague police. They still haven't apologized for using me for moving target practice for ALMOST A WEEK! But I'll tell you what I can:
Werner had been trying to contact me ever since I had returned from Egypt. I had been ignoring him, angry for him abandoning me, leaving me to die. He sounded desperate, so eventually I agreed. I got there, we argued. Everything went black and I was hurled backwards. Gunshots. When I awoke Werner was dead with bloody symbols drawn on the walls. I ran and the police chased. I was told by Werner to visit Margot Cavier, who I spoke to. She was murdered later that night at the hands of the Monstrum.
I ran through warehouses, broke into the Louvre – they were very nice about it actually – and did whatever I could to track down and destroy the Monstrum. In between I learned and did many things that I, for obvious reasons, can't explain here.
Wow. What was the scariest part of it all for you? The fact is, being rich and well known; all doors are open to you. I was a wanted woman and for that week, all doors were slammed in my face, no matter where I turned.
How did you cope when you returned home? I didn't. I drank wine like it was water for over a week straight, then spent the next week bent over with my head in a toilet. It was that or actually commit mass murder.
Nice to know you're just a human after all. Well, there is a very common misconception – I' not a superhero!
Joining Forces
Chapter 13 – Not A Superhero
As I sit on this leather couch, waiting for Lady Croft to arrive, I tingle with excitement. We have been friends for a while but this is the first time I have seen her since she disappeared in Egypt, six months ago. But whether I know her or not, she comes alive in interviews (at least in the ones she wants to do). I am just as desperate as everyone else to find out the truth behind Von Croy's death, her times in Paris and Prague (she refuses point blank to discuss Egypt) and those airport photographs.
The door opens and Croft enters, oozing glamour, in a leather skirt, shirt and amazing heels. But she also looks like she has something to say, and that whoever wants to stop her doesn't stand a chance! We hug briefly, and then she kicks her heels off and sits on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, looking animated and alert.
Lara, first of all, what made you agree to do this interview, when you have made it clear in the past that you loathe most of the British Press? Well, I have been hounded so relentlessly, I soon realized that everyone had voiced their opinions about me, except me! And to be honest, there was no way I was going to write a tacky biography – no, I still have some pride.
Now I'm afraid I'm going to go straight in and ask the question on everyone's mind right now: Who was that man at the airport? Are you two an item? -Claps hands together and laughs- That man? No, I can officially say that he is just a friend I made in Prague, and that he was just as much to thank for the end of the Cabal as I was, but I won't say more because he wants anonymity. He was coming back to England with me as we still have details to discuss about our travels.
Given the pictures, a pretty close friend? No, he was just comforting me – even I'm allowed to get upset sometimes. I was just picking up my bag when all these paparazzi came from nowhere yelling at me. I was horrible. – Leans forward- At least I didn't punch any of the ba-----s this time huh?
Now I'm afraid I'm about to go somewhere you probably won't like. What happened in Paris and Prague? What can you tell about Werner Von Croy's death? Not much I'm afraid. It's a very touchy subject with the Parisian and Prague police. They still haven't apologized for using me for moving target practice for ALMOST A WEEK! But I'll tell you what I can:
Werner had been trying to contact me ever since I had returned from Egypt. I had been ignoring him, angry for him abandoning me, leaving me to die. He sounded desperate, so eventually I agreed. I got there, we argued. Everything went black and I was hurled backwards. Gunshots. When I awoke Werner was dead with bloody symbols drawn on the walls. I ran and the police chased. I was told by Werner to visit Margot Cavier, who I spoke to. She was murdered later that night at the hands of the Monstrum.
I ran through warehouses, broke into the Louvre – they were very nice about it actually – and did whatever I could to track down and destroy the Monstrum. In between I learned and did many things that I, for obvious reasons, can't explain here.
Wow. What was the scariest part of it all for you? The fact is, being rich and well known; all doors are open to you. I was a wanted woman and for that week, all doors were slammed in my face, no matter where I turned.
How did you cope when you returned home? I didn't. I drank wine like it was water for over a week straight, then spent the next week bent over with my head in a toilet. It was that or actually commit mass murder.
Nice to know you're just a human after all. Well, there is a very common misconception – I' not a superhero!