Beauty as a virtue

Authors Ramblings: I know it may be confusing, but please bear with me!

Characters in book:

Tristan- Charles Quinn

Rory- Isabella Novalee

Cilia- Lorelai

Vivian- Emily

Victor- Tristan's father

David- Rory/Isabella's Fiancée

More Rambling: I know it's quite soon for me, but here's chapter eight!

Enjoy…

Ch 8

ex- arch enemy

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Rory yawned, closing her eyes and resting her head back on the seat. "Are we there yet?" she asked for the eleventh time.

"Nope," Tristan replied simply.

"How far exactly is this carnival because we've been driving for…years," she explained dramatically.

"It's been less than an hour Mare," he lied, quickly glancing at her, "quite the impatient?"

She rolled her eyes, "it seems like forever."

"What you aren't enjoying being in a car with me?" he batted his eyelashes and then returned his eyes to the road.

She quirked a smirk, "you are so impossible."

"And that's how you love me."

Silence…

It wasn't the least bit uncomfortable, Rory noticed, fixing her gaze on her surroundings.

"We should read a little…" she offered, shrugging, "we'll be ahead of everyone else."

Tristan only smiled. "Where did we leave off?"

Rory returned his smile, opening her book. "I believe it was…"

Beauty as a virtue

…Temptation…

Isabella gasped softly, taken aback by the view bestowed upon her.

The scent of candles, at this moment, was truly enchanting, and the flames gave off the little light in the room.

"Charles," she took a small step forward, her eyes sparkling.

He simply placed a finger over her lips, "Bella…all I want is one night and if the strands of your heart lay still, destined to David, then I will be nothing but happy for you."

Tears adorned her eyes, a smile set upon her trembling lips. "You said that last night in the woods…"

"And we were interrupted my love," he lay a soft kiss upon her cheek.

Isabella let her eyes flutter shut, savoring the feel of his touch.

He laced their fingers, leading her to lavish makings of a bed. Slowly, he laid her back, easing her down with his eyes as well.

The silk complimented her body, and the rose pedals spread across the bed hadn't gone unnoticed. She breathes in deeply, adoring the beautiful smell.

He placed a small kiss on her lips, lustfully entwining passion and love.

That night the two made love under the light of candles…

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As Rory finished, she hadn't noticed Tristan gazing dreamily at her, nor did she notice his lack of attention on the road until…

"Whoa," Tristan yelled, swerving around a big truck.

Rory gasped, completely shocked. "Stop the car…" she muttered, eyes wide.

He gaped at her confused.

"Stop the car," she ordered, breathing deeply.

He did as he was told and as the car stopped at the side of the road she jumped out. Tristan watched her for a while as she leaned against the car door, breathing heavily. He shook his head, inwardly cursing for his lack of focus around her… Fool.

Rory noticed that he had walked beside her, but her eyes remained closed.

"Rory…" he bit his lip, running his fingers through his hair.

She pocketed her hands, and opened her eyes. "I'm sorry," she blurted quickly.

He shook his head, "No, I'm sorry I should have been paying better attention."

"I know," she said evenly, "but I shouldn't have acted all crazy."

He let her continue…

"I was out of line," she searched his eyes, "Sorry."

"No problem," he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

She sighed, Rory could you be anymore of a cornball?

"When I was young, maybe twelve or eleven," she shrugged, avoiding Tristan's gaze, "I begged my uncle to take me for a ride in his new car…"

Tristan nodded for her to continue.

"I was so excited, and he wanted to say no, but I gave him a puppy dog face that he could never resist," she smiled absently, "so he told me to get in and buckle up. I did what I was told and we drove around for hours; I'm not exactly sure where we went. He started to head back home, but I begged him for just one last drive. And so he gave me my wish…"

Tristan couldn't speak; he just watched the tears build in her eyes.

"We were on this road I've never been on before and we hit a patch of ice," a single tear fell from her eye, "I…I woke up in a hospital bed, and I didn't know how I got there or how long I've been there. My mom rushed to my side, but she was crying and I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't. I asked what happened, no one would speak. My grandparents were there, and everyone was crying. And then it hit me, I started asking about my uncle. Where is he? I want to see him…Is he okay? What happened? I was let out of the hospital the next day, but it wasn't a happy event," she chuckled dryly. "My uncles' funeral was a week later…"

Tristan couldn't feel more of an ass; if only he kept his eyes on the road. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, but he did pull her into his embrace and comfortingly rub circles in her back. "I'm sorry Rory," his voice cracked, and he pulled her tighter into him.

She responded to his embrace, wrapping her arms around him. As the tears ceased, she pulled back slightly and looked in his eyes. "Thank you Tristan…"

"For what?" he asked, eyeing her nervously.

"For calling me Rory," she smirked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before getting in the car.

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She was slightly embarrassed, but telling Tristan what had happened made her feel relieved. It wasn't like Rory to tell one of her life stories to anyone, especially her arch enemy…ex arch enemy

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Tristan stood, confused, but he always was with Rory. Chicks… I'll never understand. Chuckling inwardly, he let a small smile cross his lips before rounding the car.

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An hour later Tristan rolled his eyes, responding to Rory. "No Mary, we are not there yet."

"Gees…are we even still in our state because it doesnt seem like it…" she yawned.

"Well," he started, "if you didn't sleep the whole time you would know."

She sat up abruptly, wide eyed. "Are you kidnapping me Tristan Dugrey?"

He shook his head and laughed. "You are far from a kid Mary."

She pointed at him with a smile, "So you admit it? You're taking me somewhere against my will."

"You're the one who said yes," he played sarcastically, "so actually, it's not against your will."

She pouted, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He smirked in triumph.

"Are we there yet?"

He glanced at her, making sure it was quick, and noticed her eyes closed.

Smiling he parked the car, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

She must have felt a hundred different emotions when he whispered in her ear, but the only one she could fathom was… lust? She shook her head and opened her eyes, never failing to notice the lack of space between them. "What did you say?" she asked, dumfounded.

"I said we're here Mary," he chuckled, putting space back between them, "unless you want to stay in the car?"

She watched as his eyebrows quirked suggestively and she scoffed. "Sorry," she squealed, excited by their arrival, and jumped out of the car. She heard his door shut, and his steps beside her, but her eyes did not leave the sign in front of her. Six FlagsThemePark- in bold letters, and her eyes lit up.

"You said carnival," was all she could say.

"Did I?" he replied innocently.

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Rambling:

I didn't really like this chapter much, but I wanted some sort of emotional connection! Hope I made it! Oh yeah and Rory's uncle is obviously a made up character. Lorelai is supposed to be an only child on the show, but hey! This is my fic! Lol

I'm already thinking of the next chapter…

Boy! I feel refreshed…

TBC

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