Im sorry this is so short but I've been busy with make up work and everything so.
Disclaimer: I don't own any fairy tales but i do own the characters in this story. ...So far anyway.
I want to thank my first reviewer I really appreciated you telling me that, I thought it was a bit hard to read myself and I'm the one who wrote it lol .... So for this chapter I tried to break the dialogue up a bit so it would be easier to understand. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I also worked on the capitalization, if I missed a few sorry my computer isn't doing a very good job checking so I have to go back and I always thought myself a rather observant person before this lol thank you very much!
if i get more reviews ill finish the story other wise im going to start another on fiction press...maybe..
--pink-sneakers85
The girl in white
Rebecca said goodbye right after dinner giving Will a soft kiss on the cheek because he turned his lips away. He showed Claira to her room where she politely opened the door and stood guarding the entrance.
'Are you going to be comfortable in here?'
'Yes... do you love her?'
Will was obviously taken back by this because he stood motionless for a moment. Searching his mind for a reply that would be acceptable.
'What about this place makes you so bold, even more so that usual?'
'Please answer me.'
'No I don't love her I just... I have a role to play here and she is the leading lady'
'Oh that was clever!'
They looked at each other contently smiling until the content turned in to sheer discomfort as they both waited for the others voices.
'The rain is almost over. Tomorrow you will get to discover the exciting world here that is around you' he said laughing anxiously.
'Yes I would so love to, Rebecca tells me there are very expensive shops' she said dramatically throwing back her head.
'She would say something like that'
William was embarrassed about his future wife and blushed slightly.
'I have more questions but its getting late so I will relieve you of your duties and let you venture in the great abyss' she said pointing down the long dark hallway.
'What kind of questions?'
'Questions about your dear Rebecca.'
Claira waited for him to smile, which he did. 'Yes, we should leave those for when I'm not so irritable' he said laughing and turning away. 'I'm glad you have finally come down from your window and graced us with your presence' he said giving a miniscule bow. She turned away quickly hiding her blushing cheeks. She didn't understand these feelings. She knew she wasn't in love with him but jealousy was just dripping from her. There was one thing that was completely clear. She resented Rebecca and everything she stood for. Her perfect black ringlets and dark eyes even the way she seemed to float whenever she walked, everything.
Claira sat staring at the covered window until she felt the need to walk around. She took her kerosene lamp and slowly opened the tall door it let out a loud creak. She closed it and tied a ribbon around her doorknob other wise she would never be able to find her room. She started walking down the hall her long dress made a swooshing noise and her high-heeled boots made clicking sound with each step. She walked up the winding staircase and stopped outside a door that was hidden in a dark corner of the room. She found the doorknob and turned it leading into a small attic space. A portrait of a beautiful woman hung above a dormant fireplace. A huge armchair sat in front facing where the fire would be burning. The once happy room was now cold and dark. Claira noticed a small box on a nearby table. She walked over and ran her fingers over the ridged pattern. She was just about to open this fascinating box when she felt warm breath on her neck. She looked out of the corner of her eye afraid to move.
'It's lovely isn't it'
The deep voice asked letting his humid words hit her ear. She blinked down hard. 'Yes' she whispered feeling her heart beating in her throat. This was strangely exciting and still her heart was beating faster with ever second.
'Almost as beautiful as you are' the voice added.
The lips that said these words growing closer to her neck. She lifted her shoulder as a shield from the intruder's breath. She turned to see Jonathan standing at her face to face. She wiped her neck with the palm of her hand feeling the need to slap him or at least scream but when it came time to raise her voice all she could do was talk over a whisper.
'What are you doing here?'
'I should ask you the same question Miss. Abbingdale, after all you are the one sneaking around a strange place at all hours of the night'
'Yes Mr. Watsworth but you are the one sneaking up on strange girls at all hours of the night'
She stopped, waiting for a reply. He stared into her eyes for a moment. His smile faded and he scratched the back of his head while staring down at the tops of his shoes.
'Yes well I thought you were someone else, someone I once knew.'
'Who?'
'Her name was... I never knew her name'
He looked pained at the bringing up of old memories.
'I fear I have lost her forever. That's why when I saw you looking at this box.... Well there's not use going into that now'
'No please tell me.'
'Its quite sad Miss. Abbingdale are you sure your up for it?'
He laughed at this last question. Claira felt her cheeks burn was he crazy, laughing at something that was supposedly so sad.
'Why do you laugh?'
'To be honest I.. Well I'm a little embarrassed at the whole situation. It's something I don't want to admit but I really did make quite a fool of myself that night.'
He walked over to the box and ran his fingers over the engravings.
'And this, this is all I have left of her' he stared at the box for what seemed like an eternity.
'Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.'
Jonathan's lips curved into a mischievous grin. 'Well if you really must know.' he mumbled so low that Claira had to watch his lips to understand.
He picked up the box and walked over to the fireplace. He took a seat on a rather large burgundy colored armchair. Claira followed him and sat down on the floor across from him. He stayed quiet for quite a long time before looking up into her eyes.
'It all started on my 16th birthday. I was mad at the world my mother was sick my brother was already engaged and my father had left the year before the reason, only God knows. The point was I was bitter and I ran out of my own party that ended up being a family feud anyway. I was walking towards the lagoon when I noticed this girl, no this woman and she was so beautiful. I dont know if it was the pints or the state I was in but I decided to follow her. I followed her through the woods and right to the lagoon where she sat down talking to the mermaids. She was even more breathtaking up close. Her hair reached to the bottom of her back and she had white flowers tucked into the curls. She wore all white and she let her feet swing in the water. For a moment she seemed to glow, like she had this aura of calm around her and for a second I thought that maybe she was a fairy. I half expected her to sprout her wings and fly away. But instead she looked at me and I froze.'
Jonathan stopped his eyes glazed over and his lips curved into a wistful smile. He gave a small cough and looked towards Claira. Her eyes sparkled with such intrigue he must go on even if it did hurt his heart terribly.
'She stood up from her place by the water and walked towards me. I felt I must run towards her something inside of me was going off uncontrollably. She touched my cheek and smiled as she ran her fingers through my hair. She stared into my eyes for the longest time before she realized I was in love with her, just that quick the smile disappeared from her face. Her hand dropped heavily by her side. 'Your eyes, they say a lot' she said backing up. I blinked absent-mindedly. She let out a giggle. 'You love me' she said smiling and almost turning around and still laughing. She was laughing at me, laughing at my love for her. She kissed my lips I felt her pull away and run off laughing to herself at the naive boy by the lagoon. She left behind a flower it had fallen from her hair and she was gone. I've been looking for her ever since'
He looked back down at the box in his lap. Before he could say anything he stared into her eager eyes that glistened with the romantic story.
'You look just like her almost exactly.. Especially with..'
He paused as if debating with himself as to what to say.
'What?' she asked waiting anxiously. 'Nothing it's just your eyes they are so youthful looking just as hers were, filled with excitement and laughter. You can almost hear you laughing just looking into them' he said growing bolder.
'so what do you think of that Miss. Abbingdale? Sad enough for you.'
'Yes it is sad I suppose but I don't understand how you can love her when she was so cruel to you'
Claira almost regretted those words as quickly as they had escaped her lips. The look on Jonathan's face was enough to make her faint his eyes darkened and his jaw set into a line.
'You don't even know her.' He said growing cold.
'Your right I'm sorry. I was out of place. She sounds beautiful'
She corrected herself so quickly her lips shook. Jonathan had calmed and his eyes softened as he noticed her pinkened cheeks and the way she sat up straight.
Claira looked down her cheeks burning. 'Here look.' he said lifting the lid off the box and handing it over to her. Inside was a small water lily dried with age but still glittering with love. Clara studied the white petals and smiled to herself. 'Its lovely' she said looking into the eyes of Jonathan who was once again just a young boy watching the mysterious girl sitting by the water. He closed the box and put it back in its rightful place. 'Now that you know why I talked to you in that manner I hope you can forgive me' he said smiling warmly towards the entranced girl. 'Oh of course!' Claira said feeling the need to forgive him of anything, Claira told him good night as she walked inside her room he took the ribbon and handed to her brushing his hand against hers. 'Thank you.' she said softly feeling the need to hug him. She kept the urge buried deep inside as she closed the door and lay the ribbon on her nightstand. 'It's very strange. all of it.' claira thought to herself as she got into her nightclothes. She lay down extinguishing the lamp.
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Disclaimer: I don't own any fairy tales but i do own the characters in this story. ...So far anyway.
I want to thank my first reviewer I really appreciated you telling me that, I thought it was a bit hard to read myself and I'm the one who wrote it lol .... So for this chapter I tried to break the dialogue up a bit so it would be easier to understand. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I also worked on the capitalization, if I missed a few sorry my computer isn't doing a very good job checking so I have to go back and I always thought myself a rather observant person before this lol thank you very much!
if i get more reviews ill finish the story other wise im going to start another on fiction press...maybe..
--pink-sneakers85
The girl in white
Rebecca said goodbye right after dinner giving Will a soft kiss on the cheek because he turned his lips away. He showed Claira to her room where she politely opened the door and stood guarding the entrance.
'Are you going to be comfortable in here?'
'Yes... do you love her?'
Will was obviously taken back by this because he stood motionless for a moment. Searching his mind for a reply that would be acceptable.
'What about this place makes you so bold, even more so that usual?'
'Please answer me.'
'No I don't love her I just... I have a role to play here and she is the leading lady'
'Oh that was clever!'
They looked at each other contently smiling until the content turned in to sheer discomfort as they both waited for the others voices.
'The rain is almost over. Tomorrow you will get to discover the exciting world here that is around you' he said laughing anxiously.
'Yes I would so love to, Rebecca tells me there are very expensive shops' she said dramatically throwing back her head.
'She would say something like that'
William was embarrassed about his future wife and blushed slightly.
'I have more questions but its getting late so I will relieve you of your duties and let you venture in the great abyss' she said pointing down the long dark hallway.
'What kind of questions?'
'Questions about your dear Rebecca.'
Claira waited for him to smile, which he did. 'Yes, we should leave those for when I'm not so irritable' he said laughing and turning away. 'I'm glad you have finally come down from your window and graced us with your presence' he said giving a miniscule bow. She turned away quickly hiding her blushing cheeks. She didn't understand these feelings. She knew she wasn't in love with him but jealousy was just dripping from her. There was one thing that was completely clear. She resented Rebecca and everything she stood for. Her perfect black ringlets and dark eyes even the way she seemed to float whenever she walked, everything.
Claira sat staring at the covered window until she felt the need to walk around. She took her kerosene lamp and slowly opened the tall door it let out a loud creak. She closed it and tied a ribbon around her doorknob other wise she would never be able to find her room. She started walking down the hall her long dress made a swooshing noise and her high-heeled boots made clicking sound with each step. She walked up the winding staircase and stopped outside a door that was hidden in a dark corner of the room. She found the doorknob and turned it leading into a small attic space. A portrait of a beautiful woman hung above a dormant fireplace. A huge armchair sat in front facing where the fire would be burning. The once happy room was now cold and dark. Claira noticed a small box on a nearby table. She walked over and ran her fingers over the ridged pattern. She was just about to open this fascinating box when she felt warm breath on her neck. She looked out of the corner of her eye afraid to move.
'It's lovely isn't it'
The deep voice asked letting his humid words hit her ear. She blinked down hard. 'Yes' she whispered feeling her heart beating in her throat. This was strangely exciting and still her heart was beating faster with ever second.
'Almost as beautiful as you are' the voice added.
The lips that said these words growing closer to her neck. She lifted her shoulder as a shield from the intruder's breath. She turned to see Jonathan standing at her face to face. She wiped her neck with the palm of her hand feeling the need to slap him or at least scream but when it came time to raise her voice all she could do was talk over a whisper.
'What are you doing here?'
'I should ask you the same question Miss. Abbingdale, after all you are the one sneaking around a strange place at all hours of the night'
'Yes Mr. Watsworth but you are the one sneaking up on strange girls at all hours of the night'
She stopped, waiting for a reply. He stared into her eyes for a moment. His smile faded and he scratched the back of his head while staring down at the tops of his shoes.
'Yes well I thought you were someone else, someone I once knew.'
'Who?'
'Her name was... I never knew her name'
He looked pained at the bringing up of old memories.
'I fear I have lost her forever. That's why when I saw you looking at this box.... Well there's not use going into that now'
'No please tell me.'
'Its quite sad Miss. Abbingdale are you sure your up for it?'
He laughed at this last question. Claira felt her cheeks burn was he crazy, laughing at something that was supposedly so sad.
'Why do you laugh?'
'To be honest I.. Well I'm a little embarrassed at the whole situation. It's something I don't want to admit but I really did make quite a fool of myself that night.'
He walked over to the box and ran his fingers over the engravings.
'And this, this is all I have left of her' he stared at the box for what seemed like an eternity.
'Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.'
Jonathan's lips curved into a mischievous grin. 'Well if you really must know.' he mumbled so low that Claira had to watch his lips to understand.
He picked up the box and walked over to the fireplace. He took a seat on a rather large burgundy colored armchair. Claira followed him and sat down on the floor across from him. He stayed quiet for quite a long time before looking up into her eyes.
'It all started on my 16th birthday. I was mad at the world my mother was sick my brother was already engaged and my father had left the year before the reason, only God knows. The point was I was bitter and I ran out of my own party that ended up being a family feud anyway. I was walking towards the lagoon when I noticed this girl, no this woman and she was so beautiful. I dont know if it was the pints or the state I was in but I decided to follow her. I followed her through the woods and right to the lagoon where she sat down talking to the mermaids. She was even more breathtaking up close. Her hair reached to the bottom of her back and she had white flowers tucked into the curls. She wore all white and she let her feet swing in the water. For a moment she seemed to glow, like she had this aura of calm around her and for a second I thought that maybe she was a fairy. I half expected her to sprout her wings and fly away. But instead she looked at me and I froze.'
Jonathan stopped his eyes glazed over and his lips curved into a wistful smile. He gave a small cough and looked towards Claira. Her eyes sparkled with such intrigue he must go on even if it did hurt his heart terribly.
'She stood up from her place by the water and walked towards me. I felt I must run towards her something inside of me was going off uncontrollably. She touched my cheek and smiled as she ran her fingers through my hair. She stared into my eyes for the longest time before she realized I was in love with her, just that quick the smile disappeared from her face. Her hand dropped heavily by her side. 'Your eyes, they say a lot' she said backing up. I blinked absent-mindedly. She let out a giggle. 'You love me' she said smiling and almost turning around and still laughing. She was laughing at me, laughing at my love for her. She kissed my lips I felt her pull away and run off laughing to herself at the naive boy by the lagoon. She left behind a flower it had fallen from her hair and she was gone. I've been looking for her ever since'
He looked back down at the box in his lap. Before he could say anything he stared into her eager eyes that glistened with the romantic story.
'You look just like her almost exactly.. Especially with..'
He paused as if debating with himself as to what to say.
'What?' she asked waiting anxiously. 'Nothing it's just your eyes they are so youthful looking just as hers were, filled with excitement and laughter. You can almost hear you laughing just looking into them' he said growing bolder.
'so what do you think of that Miss. Abbingdale? Sad enough for you.'
'Yes it is sad I suppose but I don't understand how you can love her when she was so cruel to you'
Claira almost regretted those words as quickly as they had escaped her lips. The look on Jonathan's face was enough to make her faint his eyes darkened and his jaw set into a line.
'You don't even know her.' He said growing cold.
'Your right I'm sorry. I was out of place. She sounds beautiful'
She corrected herself so quickly her lips shook. Jonathan had calmed and his eyes softened as he noticed her pinkened cheeks and the way she sat up straight.
Claira looked down her cheeks burning. 'Here look.' he said lifting the lid off the box and handing it over to her. Inside was a small water lily dried with age but still glittering with love. Clara studied the white petals and smiled to herself. 'Its lovely' she said looking into the eyes of Jonathan who was once again just a young boy watching the mysterious girl sitting by the water. He closed the box and put it back in its rightful place. 'Now that you know why I talked to you in that manner I hope you can forgive me' he said smiling warmly towards the entranced girl. 'Oh of course!' Claira said feeling the need to forgive him of anything, Claira told him good night as she walked inside her room he took the ribbon and handed to her brushing his hand against hers. 'Thank you.' she said softly feeling the need to hug him. She kept the urge buried deep inside as she closed the door and lay the ribbon on her nightstand. 'It's very strange. all of it.' claira thought to herself as she got into her nightclothes. She lay down extinguishing the lamp.
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