Chapter.12
lyric: Evanescence's 'Everybody's fool'
Disclaimer in 1'st chapter
"Hello, Father. Why did you call me? After so many years of not talking to me, Anya or mom?" he asked him, as Julian walked up to his father, Andrian Lazarey, who was sitting out in the backgarden of his London home.
When he didn't answer Julian became a bit annoyed. At least, he could answear back. When he finally stood beside his father, he saw why.
The throat was cleanly slit, bright red beautiful blood all the way down his oh-so-white and spotless shirt. No tie, he hadn't been working. His eyes were open and he seemed half-shocked but also humored. Like before the person had slit his throat, they had said something to scare him.
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"Wake up, Julian. We're landing." Francie told her fianceé, as the seatbelt-sign glowed everywhere and people were gettin ready to leave the plane once it landed.
They were landing in Rome, Julian and Francie were there for a vaction. Only yesterday had Julian gotten home from a week-long mission and he had been exhausted.
But though it had been true that they were landing, that wasn't the real reason why Francie woke him up. She woke him up because, she had seen it on his sleeping face that he was definatly not having a pleasant dream.
"Hi. So, how was the movie they showed? Any good? Should I be sorry that I fell asleep?" He asked her, smile on his face but his hair a bit weird from sleeping in a airplane-chair.
"Well, actually there was a very nice movie on. 13 going on 30. Maybe you should. But you so looked like you needed sleep more than you needed entertainment." Fran told him, as she buckled up, put on her cardigan and put her book in her carry-on bag. Anne Rice's Blackwood Farm. A pretty old book, yeah, but still a good one.
When they got to the hotel, Francie threw herself on the bed and took out her book. She hadn't read it since well, since she was 18 and Sydney had given it to her as a early birthday present and written on the first page; "To Francie, the craziest and loveliest person ever and my best friend forever. From Sydney, who's about as crazy as her but not as lovely. :)"
Fran, at the time thought it was so silly for Syd to do that, but now she was glad she did. At least, she still had something to remember her by. That and the necklace she always forgot to return. They had know each other since they were 2, and sometimes Fran swore she had seen Syd somewhere. But that was stupid, right? Make-believe? Just her wanting her best friend back?
"Do you want to go out? For a walk or something? I don't want to be stuck in a hotelroom for the whole vaction." Julian told her, as he came back from taking a shower and was now finishing putting on some clean cloathes.
"No, not yet, Maybe tomorrow. I just wanna finish my book, maybe check if there's anything good on TV even though it'll probably all be in Italian and I don't speak Italian. Maybe take a nap, because I didn't sleep on the plane like someone else I know." She told him, as she looked over the edge of her book.
"Hey, don't blame me for you not being able to sleep on airplanes. It's a gift." He told her, smirking but in a good way, as he headed towards her, kissed her before he picked up the hotel-key and opened the door before walking out.
Julian is entering a shop when a girl about 9 crashes into him. Long brown, wavy hair and shockingly blue eyes. He grabs her so she doesn't fall down.
"Please, Sir. Could you let me go?" She asked him, in heavily-accented english. He's just not sure what kinda accent, he was kinda thinking about how Fran had changed from the happy person when they boarded the plane and then when he woke up she was somehow a bit maybe sad. He let the kid go, and she ran away.
"Young lady, you get back here!!" He looks up and sees who's yelling. He sees a woman with short, blonde hair and grey eyes. She also had an accent. She walked to him, he was just outside the shop's doors.
"Have you seen a brown haired girl? About this high? Came here running." Asya asked him, smiling at him.
"Yeah. She went running around that corner." Julian told her, slightly smiling too.
"Yuliana?!" She yelled, as she stormed into that direction.
"Her name is Juliana?" He asked her,not sure why he did ask, as she walked towards that corner.
"No, yuliana. Okay, it's the same, just with a 'Y' instead of 'J'. But it's the russian form of Juliana. So, what's your name?" she asked, again smiling.
"It's Julian Lazarey. What's yours?" He asked her, smiling fully now.
"It's Asya. Pet form of anastasia. Don't ask me, ask my mother. So, are you russian or is it just a family name?" she asked him, as she stopped and faced him.
"No, I'm russian. I just moved to America, L.A. When I was 14. You seem to be russian. The accent and the names kinda hint at it." He told her, smirking at her now.
"Yes, i'm russian, though I don't live there now. I see her now. So, maybe we'll meet again or not. Are you staying around here?" She asked him, hurrying towards her daughter.
"Yeah. Maybe we'll see each other again. Who knows. Bye." He smiled, but in his head wondering why he was talking to this woman while his fianceé was at the hotel reading a book. And she had seemed a bit sad when he left.
"Bye." Asya told him, finding it slightly weird that he suddenly went from smirking and all, to 'maybe, yeah.'
"Mom, did I do well?" Yuli asked Asya, as they were on their way to one of Irina's houses. It was better than staying at a hotel.
They were there for a vaction, Asya had seen Julian outside the store and she just wanted to make him meet his daughter. Even though he wouldn't know it was his daughter.
"Yes, sweetheart. You did great." Asya told her, smiling.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Asya and Yuli were waiting to be seated at this very nice place called 'Trattoria De Nardia'. In front of them was a blonde woman talking in her cellphone, in a foreign language.
"Það skiptir engu máli. Ég er að fara að borða. Þið hlýtið að geta lifað án mín í eina viku. Ekki hringja aftur í mig, nema það sé eitthavð rosa mikilvægt. Bæ." (It doesn't matter. I'm about to eat. You must be able to live without me for a week. Don't call me again, unless it's important. Bye.) She hangs up, and drops her phone by acident to the floor. Asya picked it up for her.
"Thanks. I'm Þórgerður. What's your name?" Þóra asked, as she put her cellphone in her purse.
"Asya. That's a intresting name. Where are you from?" She asked, as the guy who takes you to your table wasn't there. He went to show someone before Þóra to a table.
"Iceland. Your name too. Where are you from?" Þóra asked her.
"Russia. So, is it always really cold in Iceland?" Asya asked her, as Yuli tugged on her hand. She was hungry and her mom was dragging her to this restaurant. They couldn't just eat at the hotel, or something?
"No. Mostly in the winter. But it can rain a lot in the summer. Is that your daughter?" Þóra asked her, as Yuli was now tugging on Asya's jacket.
"Yeah. She's just a bit annoyed, because we're hungry and we haven't been seated yet." Asya told her, as Yuli looked at her mom and her blue eyes said 'HEY!!'.
Þóra's cellphone rang again, and she looked at Asya with an apolagetic look on her face before answearing it.
"Hvað!?...(What!?)" Almost as soon as Þóra said that, the man came and led her to her table. Þóra waved 'bye', to Syd and Yuli.
"So, what do you wan to eat?" Julian asked Francie, as they had just sat down in a restaurant a few minutes before.
"I don't know. I'm not that hungry."
"What is wrong with you? Almost as soon as you woke me up on the airplane, you've been kinda distant."
"It's just stupid, but when I opened my book I saw what Syd had written before she handed me the book and..."
12. March, 2004;
"Come on, Syd. Don't do that. That's so silly." Francie told her best friends, Sydney, as Syd finished writing on the first page of Blackwood Farm.
"Here. Happy early birthday. I think you'll like this. This is your thing." Syd told her, as she handed her the brand new book and put down her calligraphy pen.
"So, about next summer. Italy, right?" Fran asked her, as she leafed through the book, sitting on Syd's bed. Sydney looked up from looking for a cd in her cd-rack.
"Yeah, why are you asking? You know it's all set. As soon as school's let over for summer, we go. What, you wanna back out of it?" Syd asked her, as she sat down on the floor and looked under her bed.
"Sydney, what the hell are you doing? You know, you're half-way under the bed." Francie told her friend, who was now under the bed. Syd came from under the bed holding something.
"Yeah, I knew that. I was looking for this." Syd told her, holding up a cd. 'Fallen'. Evanescence. "So, really, why ask about Italy?" Syd asked Fran, as she opened the cd-case, took the cd out and put the cd in her cd-player.
"Well, I'm just thinking if we're planning this stuff to far ahead. I mean, June next year is kinda far away. I mean, what if something happens before that? I wish we could go this year." Fran asked Syd, as she stopped leafing through her book and put it in her back-pack.
--perfect by nature
icons of self indulgence
just what we all need
more lies about a world that
never was and never will be--
"Francie, What could happen? There are only like 15 months until then. We go to the same school, and all. You haven't got to worry. Nothing's going to happen, I promise." Sydney told Fran, as Syd sat down on the bed again after puttin on track 2 (Everybody's fool) on the cd.
--have you no shame don't you see me
you know you've got everybody fooled--
"You promise? Great, thanks. I feel way better now. What do you want to do now?" Fran told her, as she had rolled her eyes at Syd's 'promise'. Not that Fran really thought something would happen, just anything could happen and maybe they shouldn't be making these plans that wouldn't be done untill many months later.
--look here she comes now
bow down and stare in wonder
oh how we love you
no flaws when you're pretending
but now i know she--
"Homework? Or maybe TV?" Syd told her, holding her english textbook and a TV Guide. Fran just looked at her like she was weird.
"Anything good on TV?" She asked Syd, as she stood up from the bed.
"Not really. But the english homework isn't really pressing, is it." Syd asked, as she handed Francie the TV Guide.
--never was and never will be
you don't know how you've betrayed me
and somehow you've got everybody fooled--
"No, it isn't. I think, because it's one of the latest classes tomorrow. So, at lunch or something we can finish it. Have you seen the video to this song?" Fran asked her, as she picked up the cd-case and looked at the booklet that was inside.
"Yeah, it was really cool. Though I think I liked the 'My Immortal' video better. I liked how it was all like black & white, them walking around the place and such." Syd told her, as she threw her textbook on her desk. "TV it is then. Parents won't be home until later."
--without the mask where will you hide
can't find yourself lost in your lie
i know the truth now
i know who you are
and i don't love you anymore--
"Okay. So, should I pause the CD or something?" Fran asked her, as Syd went to the door.
"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go and find something to eat, you hungry?" Syd asked her, as Francie went to the cd player.
--it never was and never will be
you're not real and you can't save me
somehow now you're everybody's fool--
2013:
"So, I'm guessing you two never went to Italy together." Julian asked Francie, who was looking at her empty plate since they hadn't still ordered any food yet.
"No, just like a month before we were going to go she disappeard. And she promised nothing would happen to stop us from coming here. Well, not right here but to this country. We were going to have so much fun." She told him, as she picked up her glass of water.
"I have to go to the toilet. Just order me some pasta or something. Okay? I'm sorry bout my little depressing phase, let's just try and enjoy the rest of our vacation." Fran told him, as she kissed him before walkin away.
"So, I'm guessing she's your girlfriend or something?" Someone asked Julian, he looked up and saw the woman from earlier today. Asya, he thought was her name. She was smiling at him, and had this glint in her grey eyes.
"Actually, she's my fianceé. We just got engaged about 6 months ago. What are you doing here?" Julian asked her, as he looked at her. She was wearing jeans, high heeled boots, shirt and blazer.
"Me and my daughter are here just to get some dinner. Didn't know that I'd bump into you again so soon. So, what were you talking about? I couldn't help overhear, we sit on the next table." Asya asked him, as she smiled at him. But on the inside she was frowning. He was engaged to her former best friend? Well, she couldn't blame them, could she? She left 9 years ago. But that didn't stop her from being jealous.
"She's just been a bit upset because her best friend was going to go here with here when they were 19. But she disappeared, so that never happend." Julian told her, and as he looked towards the direction Francie went in, he missed the look in Asya's eyes.Sadness. She really was disappointed that she had to do that. She hadn't though really been thinking about that the day she had to leave, because of course she had been arguing with Julian and she had some bigger stuff going on.
Just as Julian saw Fran come back, Syd turned around and had her back to them. And before he could say anything more Francie came back, and started to talk to him. Wondering why he hadn't ordered anything to eat because she was actually pretty hungry now.
2011:
Andrian Lazarey opened his front-door and there stood a young woman, she had auburn hair and was dressed in pants and a blazer to match. The shirt under was red. The woman took off her sunglasses, and he saw that she had blue-green eyes.
"Mr. Lazarey, don't you remember me?" The woman asked him, smiling, as she stepped into the lobby past him.
"No. I'm afraid I don't. Who are you?" He asked her, as she walked towards the open door to his backyard. When he came out into the backyard, she had already taken of her blazer and was sitting in one of the lawn-chairs.
"Who am I, you asked? Well, it really doesn't matter. Really not that surprising you don't remember me. I only met you twice." She told him, as he sat down in the chair next to her. As soon as he did that, she stood up. "I was only 18 when we met, at the time I was your son's girlfriend." She told him, as she stood behind him.
"You were Julian's girlfriend? What do you want with me? I haven't talked to him in years." He told her, getting a bit uncomfortable with her behind him. He started to get a bit freaked out when she put her hands on his shoulders.
"That doesn't matter, because I remember what a son of a bitch you were back then." She told him, as he felt a knife against his throat. "Now, of course, I'm not doing this because of that. No, it's because your daughter asked her mother to ask my mother for a favor. They're ancient friends, so here I am. This is the favor. Killing you. They just wanted you dead, I got to chose how and I love to use knives." She told him, as she dragged the knife fast over his throat. Soon the blood was flowing, and she was wiping of her knife. She picked up her jacket, put it on and smiled before walking away.
"Bye!!" She yelled towards the dying man, clutching his throat.
Just when Asya was getting into her car, Julian was getting out of his car. He just saw the back of the woman, but she looked pretty good.
He walked to his fathers door, and saw it was open. He went in and closed the door.
"Hello, Father. Why did you call me? After so many years of not talking to me, Anya or mom?" he asked him, as Julian walked up to his father, Andrian Lazarey, who was sitting out in the backgarden of his London home.
When he didn't answear, Julian became a bit annoyed. At least, he could answear back. When he finally stood beside his father, he saw why.
The throat was cleanly slit, bright red beautiful blood all the way down his oh-so-white and spotless shirt. No tie, he hadn't been working. His eyes were open and he seemed half-shocked but also frightened. Like before the person had slit his throat, they had said something to scare him.
TBC...
A/N: Okay, I took me so long to write this and I had like major writers block. Ughh!! So, I wrote one half off it and then nothing for a few more days. Then later I kinda went away, I was able to write but I'm not sure it's clicking really well. I hopin next chapter will be better. Please, leave a reply. I really need it now. Crimson Snow, 19.09.2004 06:47 AM
