On to the next episode. Enjoy!!!!
Vincent was sprawled out on his king size bed plotting to get back at Sephiroth. He hadn't thought of anything at the moment and it was beginning to annoy him. He soon came to the realization that Sephiroth was far too astute to fall for a simple trick. And Vincent knew Macy was on his side, so this was a plus. He didn't understand why Macy was willing to help him, she didn't know of his failure and was too embarrassed to admit this to her.
Vincent was angry with himself for using Nicholas in his scheme, but what else could he have done? His desire for Nicholas hadn't vanished completely. He could still remember him so vividly. He then recalled another fantasy he had. For some reason the two of them were at lake, the moon shined above them and it was a starlit night. They splashed around in the lake and Nicholas delivered boisterous laughter.
He was teasing Vincent by pulling him close and whispering seductive words in his ear, and pulling away laughing. The odd thing was Vincent didn't understand what he was saying. And Nicholas knew this, he swam over and embraced Nicholas and wrapped his legs around him. The two of them kissed as Vincent ran his hands all over Nicholas's body pressing himself against him, wanting more. His erection caused Nicholas to arch his back signaling Vincent to enter him.
It was happening; they in their own world of paradise more like a paradise of pleasure. The two drifted off into this pleasure until they could feel the orgasms coming. Vincent wanted to cry out in pleasure but it was soon interrupted by a loud knock on the door. He snapped out his fantasy with the feeling of annoyance. He reluctantly forced himself out bed and went downstairs slowly. He peeked outside the window to see who it was and it no one other than Macy.
She wasn't wearing her usual maid's uniform; she in a sky blue dress and her hair was pulled into ponytail with a sky blue scrunchi. Vincent opened the door and saw that she was more cheerful than usual.
"Hi, what have you been up to lately?" She said smiling widely.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about certain things. That's all. Why are so happy today?"
"I managed to get out of work today. I called in sick." She said giggling.
"You did, won't Sephiroth be angry?"
"I think he was a little annoyed, but what can you do? There are just some days when I don't feel like going to work, you know what I mean?"
Vincent thought about this for a moment, and could understand this feeling very well. But he had never pretended to be sick just get out work. He always went to work, even when didn't want to. He wasn't someone who allows himself a break even when he needed one. Perhaps this was another form of self punishment.
Macy stepped inside and as usual Vincent led her into the parlor.
"So, why are you here?"
"I wanted to talk to you," she said tightening her ponytail.
Vincent sucked in his breath, scared of the thought of telling her that he failed trying to fight Sephiroth's seduction. But he was more afraid of the possibility that she may already know.
"I wish I could tell you what happened, but I can't bring myself to do such." Vincent said sadly. He looked into Macy's big wondrous eyes to find some evidence of disappointment. But he found nothing.
"He won you over, didn't he?" She asked softly.
He didn't respond, he went over to the window and gazed at Sephiroth's estate.
"Don't feel bad, he does this to everyone. But the sad thing is people give up too easily. And when people give up, it's only a victory for him." She said putting her hands on his shoulders. Vincent could feel her head against his back he turned and face her and lifted her chin. He gazed into her eyes and could see the sympathy in them. It was so innocent and honest. What came over him at this moment Vincent will never understand, he kissed Macy on the cheek and then he slowly kissed her on the lips. She was inexperienced in this kind of sensual pleasure. Vincent had to guide her in this wonderful act. He caressed his lips with hers and pulled away slightly and then he would kiss more passionately. He ran his tongue across her lips it into her mouth. She obeyed allowing his tongue into her mouth. He heard her moan softly at the feeling of his soft lips and tongue. Then she pulled away abruptly.
"What's wrong? Weren't you enjoying this moment?" Vincent said, but he didn't understand what he saying.
"Yes, but we can't do this."
"Why not?"
"You know why. We just can't. Besides you still have to sort your feelings." Macy said.
As much as Vincent hated hearing this, he knew she was correct. He stroked her cheek with his hand as if to say 'you will soon come to your senses my darling.'
"Alright, I understand. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."
"No, you don't have to apologize. It's just that, with the way things are right now..."
"There is no need for you to explain, I understand." Vincent said.
"Good, besides if mother were to ever find out I kissed you or even done something beyond that she would probably disown me." Macy said bitterly.
"Disown you? Isn't that a little harsh?"
"You don't understand my mother. In fact, no one does. She would be very angry with you and me."
"Wait a moment Macy. Who is your mother?"
"You've met her. I know you have. Everyone in this town knows who she is."
Vincent stared at her quizzically. Then he came soon came to the realization of who her mother was.
"Not Millie, your mother is Millie?"
Macy nodded. And Vincent stood back to get better a look at her. Yes, she did have some of Millie's features. She had the same brown hair and she resembled Millie even more when it was pulled back into a bun. He couldn't believe Macy was her daughter. Then he wondered if Millie looked like Macy when she was her age.
"I can't believe it. It can't be true. The two of you are so different, you seem happy all the time and she just seems so angry and bitter all the time." Vincent said.
"I know. But you would be bitter too after what she's been through." Macy said.
"Been through? Your mother had a difficult life?"
"Sort of. You see, when my mother was younger people always rejected her. I know why, too." Macy went over and sat down on the couch.
"Why is she bitter? Was she badly mistreated in the family?" Vincent asked.
"My two older aunts were special to my grandmother simply because they were pretty. But when my mother was born, she turned out to be just an average looking child and my grandmother didn't like this."
"Why?"
"Whenever my grandmother went out in public with my aunts everyone would admire how pretty they were. People would stop and just fawn all over them. And because of this, my grandmother would get some form acknowledgement. My grandmother liked the attention 'she' was getting. She liked hearing people say 'You should be very proud, these are the most beautiful girls I ever saw' my mother acted as if she were the one responsible for my aunts beauty. But she wasn't like this with my mother; she hated how my mother looked. She hated how no one paid any attention to 'her' when she was with my mother. The sad thing is that my grandmother thought my mother was too stupid to noticed how people weren't paying attention her. But my mother did know, and she knew it was because she wasn't pretty. When my mother was about six or seven, she was in the kitchen one day eating dinner. My grandmother was just staring at her with all this contempt. Then right out the blue she just said, 'Why did you have to be so ugly?'
"From then on, my mother tried to do everything in her power to get some kind of recognition. The only she could do this was to excel in school. And my mother did. Ever since she was in secondary school, she did well in every subject. My mother never in her school career failed a test. She always scored high marks, simply because she studied a lot. Anything intellectually stimulating my mother took on with enthusiasm. And my mother was an avid reader. She could read a novel with fifteen hundred words or more and would be finished reading it within days."
Macy eyes became filled with so much pride. Vincent could now see that she loved and respected her mother quite a bit.
"But this still did not satisfy my grandmother. The only thing my mother could do was excel more in school. When my mother was seventeen years old, she was voted class president. She was so happy, but when she got home to deliver the news my grandmother she only derided her. 'You think that just because your president you want to walk around with this high opinion of yourself. Well let me tell you, you're nothing and you will always be nothing!'
"From that time on, my mother quite trying. Her grades and test scores fell rapidly and then my mother quite school. After that, people only pitied my mother. Whenever she would enter a relationship, it was only out of pity. And if it weren't pity, people would simply toss her aside. So, the only two options my had was either pity or be with no one at all. She of course chose pity or else I wouldn't be here. But in the end, she was rejected."
Macy stood up and walked over to the window. Vincent could tell from the look on her face that she refused to feel sorry for her mother. He knew that Macy had a strong admiration for Millie.
"I see, so, how is your mother now?"
"She is way overprotective of me. And she doesn't like the idea of me working for Sephiroth. I have to remain here with her. If I don't she would see this as rejection." Macy said as she headed for the door.
"Well, alright."
"We'll have to deal with Sephiroth real soon. Until then, tootles." Macy stepped outside but to her shock Millie was standing right in front of her.
"Mother! What are you doing here?" Macy cried.
"I will ask the questions. What were you doing at this freaks house?"
"Mother he's not a freak. He's my best friend."
"Just get in the house. I'm very angry with you right now, girl!"
Macy unwillingly obeyed her mother and slowly went inside her house with her head lowered. And then Millie stuck her finger in Vincent's face.
"You stay away from my daughter! I don't want your bad ways to rub off on her."
"You have nothing to worry about, ma'am. I would never hurt your daughter." Vincent said very calmly.
"Well alright."
"By the way, have you read any good books lately?" Vincent asked.
Vincent could see the look in Millie's face, and then shut the door.
"Oh, so she was really reading the newspaper all that time."
I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I know it's kind of steering away from the actual story, but what can I do?