A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I kinda like it. It's long. 1529 . Please, read and review. -- Crimson Snow
CHAPTER .4:
"You have to go to America. To go see Julia." Irina told Viola, the next day.
"Where is she? In America?" She asked, as she ate a bagel with jam.
"She's married to Michael Vaughn. They live in Los Angeles. Her alias is Lauren Reed." She told Viola.
"Michael, as in my mothers ex Michael?" Viola asked, kinda stunned.
"Yes."
L.A:
Viola knocked on the door of a house, where Michael and Lauren Vaughn lived. A guy who looked like he was 20 came to the door, looked her up and down. She just rolled her eyes.
She was dressed in dark-green pants, black T-shirt, sneakers and denim jacket.
"Yes?" He asked her, not knowing why this woman was doing there.
"Is Lauren Vaughn home? I need to talk to her. Family troubles." Viola told him, quite bored now.
"No, she's not home. She's at work. She'll be home in four hours, or so. Something you want me to pass onto her?" He asked her. He was dressed in jeans and a white buttoned up shirt.
"Just tell her Viola Lucas was here and she needs to talk to her. But who are you? You're not Michael Vaughn." She told him, kinda surprising him.
"I'm William Vaughn. Michael's son. I'll tell Lauren that, when she gets home. Was there anything else?" He asked her.
"No. Nothing else." Viola told him, as she walked from the house to her rental car.
14.05.2004
"You're kidding, right. Him as a goth? That I have to see." Syd told her mother, as she held only a few months old Viola.
"Why couldn't I be one?" Julian asked his wife.
She just smirked playfully and looked him over. If she looked like she doubted he could pull something off, he'd try his best to prove her wrong. She didn't doubt him, but this was her way off keeping his feet to the ground and not get to cocky. It was seamless and she was pretty sure he didn't have a clue.
"Oh, please!!" She scoffs at him and rolling her eyes. "Me and Viola are going to watch the wedding." Syd told him, as she walked towards the living room.
Julian walked after her. Puzzled. "What wedding?"
"Well off course the one in Denmark." She told him, like he should know.
"What?" He asked again.
"Fredrick, the crown-prince of Denmark, is getting married to his fiancée, Mary Elizabeth Donaldson. She's from Tasmania. TV's began the broadcast at 6:30 AM morning, at their time, at least. But the wedding itself doesn't start until 14:00 PM. There are going to be 700 hundred people in the party tonight. One of the guest is a Romanov, he'd be the one one to get the power if russia ever decided to go back to that." She told him, watching TV. Deeply engrossed. Watching all the dresses, tiaras and royalty from many countries.
Norway, Spain, Greece (they live in England. They don't control the country anymore.), etc. Politicians and relatives of Mary.
"All right. I am going to change now. You just keep watching your royal wedding." He told her, as she was talking to Viola and pointing at the TV-screen.
1. HOUR LATER:
"What, isn't it over?" Julian asked, as he walked back into the living room.
Wearing all black clothes. His hair spiked up and the ends black. It washed out with one wash. Hope there wouldn't be rain. Black baggy pants, black T, black leather jacket. Eyebrow pierced.
"Nah, the bride is still walking down the aisle. It was so sweet, before they even opened the door and she walked in, he began to cry. Like real crying, tears down his face. You'd think he was the younger brother, but NO he's the older one. She didn't know who he was when they met. Doesn't all this sound like a fairy-tail?" She looked at him, dreamily.
May had come and taken Viola, to put her in her crib for some rest. For both Syd and Viola.
"Well, don't you look good!!" Syd told him, smirking as she once again looked him over that day.
"Thanks. Told you. I could be a goth. I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully." He told her, kissing her.
"Don't say that. You're going to come back home and watch the ESC with me, tomorrow." She told him, as she tugged at his jacket.
"What's that again?" He asked her, but she could see it in his eyes. He knew what she was talking about.
"Go. But come back home to me and Viola. Don't do anything stupid, or anything I'd do when I'm in trouble unless you can get away without too many broken bones." She told him, as she returned to the wedding.
2023, L.A.
Lauren couldn't wait to get home, put on some clothes and watch TV. She had ses,1 (uncensored) of Chappelle's Show on DVD. Michael and William didn't like it, too rude. But she loved the damn show.
She only felt alive anymore if she forgot everything and just let herself be drowned in movies and shows.
She couldn't wait until Irina called and told her the job was over.
Someone was knocking on the front-door, just as she finished putting on her red spaghetti strapped tank top.
She went to the door in that and gray sweats.
"Yes?" She asked the young adult in front of her, with dead eyes.
The woman was dressed in brown leather pants, a indigo colored top with one strap, a worn denim jacket and black boots.
"Lauren Vaughn? I need to come inside. This is not something we can talk about outside." Viola asked her, trying to get this over with.
"yes, that's me. But who are you? You're not getting into this house until you identify yourself." Lauren said, annoyed at hell.
"My name is Viola Lucas. Laura sent me. Family troubles." Viola told the annoying bitch in front of her.
"Come in. What does 'Laura' want and why did she send some kid to me." Lauren told Viola, walking towards her living-room.
"Is William Vaughn your son? If so, why did you not inform Laura?" Viola asked the question that had been inside her head all day.
"No, he's not mine. Thank god. He's Michael's kid with his ex, Alice. When that kid was growing up, he was a pain in my neck. Now he's only 20 and he wants to join the CIA. Like his father." Lauren told Viola, rolling her eyes.
"All right and I'm not a KID!! I don't care who you are, why are you being such a bitch?! Laura told me to come here to get your help." Viola told her, holding onto one of Lauren's wrists.
"Then who are you? And why the hell are you here? What do you need my help?" Lauren hissed, as she tried to get out of Viola's grip.
"My mother is Sydney. She's Laura's daughter. She's gone missing. For some reason, she thinks you can help me find my mother." Viola told her, digging her nails into Laurens wrist. Almost until she broke skin.
"Why should I help her? Do you want to see what she did to me?" Lauren asked, as she took of her shirt. You still saw the scars Sydney gave her in Rome after they first met.
Viola gasped. "What happened? Mom wouldn't do that without a reason." She told Lauren, who was putting her shirt back on.
"Because I didn't tell her who I worked for. She didn't care I was her husbands sister. Fucking identical twin. She just didn't care, she did this while he wasn't home." Lauren told her, living hatred in her usually dead eyes.
"So, you're Julia. Your mom was american doctor and your dad was a russian diplomat. I remember mom telling me about when dad told her about his parents." Viola told Lauren.
"I see he once again forgot to mention that she was irish, her family just moved to the states really early in her life." Lauren told Viola, who sat on a wicker chair.
"No, he gave her his mothers Claddagh ring when they had only been married for a few months." Viola told Lauren. He mother loved that ring. She didn't trust herself to wear it anymore, unless it was a special occasion. Otherwise, she kept it in her jewelry box, in the locked compartment with her belly-rings that she used to wear.
"What?! That son of a bitch! The one thing left of mom's things and he gave it to her!! ARRGHH!! He always does this. Doing these stupid things, without letting me know. So, has…" Lauren was about to ask as the door opened and they both looked in the front door's direction.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I took me quite some time to type this into the laptop, and it was 4 pages in Word. Please, tell me what you thought. I thought the beginning was no good. Crimson snow, 20.05.2004. I do own that DVD with the Chappelle's show and I love it.Yes, I really watched that wedding. It took five hours. Mom and me watched the whole thing. Ate strawberry (not very good.) and sparkling wine (this is what said on the bottle: infused with fresh picked strawberries.) It was blood red and from Chile. Very nice. Crimson snow, 20.05.2004
There's a link to a pic from the wedding in my Bio.
CHAPTER .4:
"You have to go to America. To go see Julia." Irina told Viola, the next day.
"Where is she? In America?" She asked, as she ate a bagel with jam.
"She's married to Michael Vaughn. They live in Los Angeles. Her alias is Lauren Reed." She told Viola.
"Michael, as in my mothers ex Michael?" Viola asked, kinda stunned.
"Yes."
L.A:
Viola knocked on the door of a house, where Michael and Lauren Vaughn lived. A guy who looked like he was 20 came to the door, looked her up and down. She just rolled her eyes.
She was dressed in dark-green pants, black T-shirt, sneakers and denim jacket.
"Yes?" He asked her, not knowing why this woman was doing there.
"Is Lauren Vaughn home? I need to talk to her. Family troubles." Viola told him, quite bored now.
"No, she's not home. She's at work. She'll be home in four hours, or so. Something you want me to pass onto her?" He asked her. He was dressed in jeans and a white buttoned up shirt.
"Just tell her Viola Lucas was here and she needs to talk to her. But who are you? You're not Michael Vaughn." She told him, kinda surprising him.
"I'm William Vaughn. Michael's son. I'll tell Lauren that, when she gets home. Was there anything else?" He asked her.
"No. Nothing else." Viola told him, as she walked from the house to her rental car.
14.05.2004
"You're kidding, right. Him as a goth? That I have to see." Syd told her mother, as she held only a few months old Viola.
"Why couldn't I be one?" Julian asked his wife.
She just smirked playfully and looked him over. If she looked like she doubted he could pull something off, he'd try his best to prove her wrong. She didn't doubt him, but this was her way off keeping his feet to the ground and not get to cocky. It was seamless and she was pretty sure he didn't have a clue.
"Oh, please!!" She scoffs at him and rolling her eyes. "Me and Viola are going to watch the wedding." Syd told him, as she walked towards the living room.
Julian walked after her. Puzzled. "What wedding?"
"Well off course the one in Denmark." She told him, like he should know.
"What?" He asked again.
"Fredrick, the crown-prince of Denmark, is getting married to his fiancée, Mary Elizabeth Donaldson. She's from Tasmania. TV's began the broadcast at 6:30 AM morning, at their time, at least. But the wedding itself doesn't start until 14:00 PM. There are going to be 700 hundred people in the party tonight. One of the guest is a Romanov, he'd be the one one to get the power if russia ever decided to go back to that." She told him, watching TV. Deeply engrossed. Watching all the dresses, tiaras and royalty from many countries.
Norway, Spain, Greece (they live in England. They don't control the country anymore.), etc. Politicians and relatives of Mary.
"All right. I am going to change now. You just keep watching your royal wedding." He told her, as she was talking to Viola and pointing at the TV-screen.
1. HOUR LATER:
"What, isn't it over?" Julian asked, as he walked back into the living room.
Wearing all black clothes. His hair spiked up and the ends black. It washed out with one wash. Hope there wouldn't be rain. Black baggy pants, black T, black leather jacket. Eyebrow pierced.
"Nah, the bride is still walking down the aisle. It was so sweet, before they even opened the door and she walked in, he began to cry. Like real crying, tears down his face. You'd think he was the younger brother, but NO he's the older one. She didn't know who he was when they met. Doesn't all this sound like a fairy-tail?" She looked at him, dreamily.
May had come and taken Viola, to put her in her crib for some rest. For both Syd and Viola.
"Well, don't you look good!!" Syd told him, smirking as she once again looked him over that day.
"Thanks. Told you. I could be a goth. I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully." He told her, kissing her.
"Don't say that. You're going to come back home and watch the ESC with me, tomorrow." She told him, as she tugged at his jacket.
"What's that again?" He asked her, but she could see it in his eyes. He knew what she was talking about.
"Go. But come back home to me and Viola. Don't do anything stupid, or anything I'd do when I'm in trouble unless you can get away without too many broken bones." She told him, as she returned to the wedding.
2023, L.A.
Lauren couldn't wait to get home, put on some clothes and watch TV. She had ses,1 (uncensored) of Chappelle's Show on DVD. Michael and William didn't like it, too rude. But she loved the damn show.
She only felt alive anymore if she forgot everything and just let herself be drowned in movies and shows.
She couldn't wait until Irina called and told her the job was over.
Someone was knocking on the front-door, just as she finished putting on her red spaghetti strapped tank top.
She went to the door in that and gray sweats.
"Yes?" She asked the young adult in front of her, with dead eyes.
The woman was dressed in brown leather pants, a indigo colored top with one strap, a worn denim jacket and black boots.
"Lauren Vaughn? I need to come inside. This is not something we can talk about outside." Viola asked her, trying to get this over with.
"yes, that's me. But who are you? You're not getting into this house until you identify yourself." Lauren said, annoyed at hell.
"My name is Viola Lucas. Laura sent me. Family troubles." Viola told the annoying bitch in front of her.
"Come in. What does 'Laura' want and why did she send some kid to me." Lauren told Viola, walking towards her living-room.
"Is William Vaughn your son? If so, why did you not inform Laura?" Viola asked the question that had been inside her head all day.
"No, he's not mine. Thank god. He's Michael's kid with his ex, Alice. When that kid was growing up, he was a pain in my neck. Now he's only 20 and he wants to join the CIA. Like his father." Lauren told Viola, rolling her eyes.
"All right and I'm not a KID!! I don't care who you are, why are you being such a bitch?! Laura told me to come here to get your help." Viola told her, holding onto one of Lauren's wrists.
"Then who are you? And why the hell are you here? What do you need my help?" Lauren hissed, as she tried to get out of Viola's grip.
"My mother is Sydney. She's Laura's daughter. She's gone missing. For some reason, she thinks you can help me find my mother." Viola told her, digging her nails into Laurens wrist. Almost until she broke skin.
"Why should I help her? Do you want to see what she did to me?" Lauren asked, as she took of her shirt. You still saw the scars Sydney gave her in Rome after they first met.
Viola gasped. "What happened? Mom wouldn't do that without a reason." She told Lauren, who was putting her shirt back on.
"Because I didn't tell her who I worked for. She didn't care I was her husbands sister. Fucking identical twin. She just didn't care, she did this while he wasn't home." Lauren told her, living hatred in her usually dead eyes.
"So, you're Julia. Your mom was american doctor and your dad was a russian diplomat. I remember mom telling me about when dad told her about his parents." Viola told Lauren.
"I see he once again forgot to mention that she was irish, her family just moved to the states really early in her life." Lauren told Viola, who sat on a wicker chair.
"No, he gave her his mothers Claddagh ring when they had only been married for a few months." Viola told Lauren. He mother loved that ring. She didn't trust herself to wear it anymore, unless it was a special occasion. Otherwise, she kept it in her jewelry box, in the locked compartment with her belly-rings that she used to wear.
"What?! That son of a bitch! The one thing left of mom's things and he gave it to her!! ARRGHH!! He always does this. Doing these stupid things, without letting me know. So, has…" Lauren was about to ask as the door opened and they both looked in the front door's direction.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I took me quite some time to type this into the laptop, and it was 4 pages in Word. Please, tell me what you thought. I thought the beginning was no good. Crimson snow, 20.05.2004. I do own that DVD with the Chappelle's show and I love it.Yes, I really watched that wedding. It took five hours. Mom and me watched the whole thing. Ate strawberry (not very good.) and sparkling wine (this is what said on the bottle: infused with fresh picked strawberries.) It was blood red and from Chile. Very nice. Crimson snow, 20.05.2004
There's a link to a pic from the wedding in my Bio.