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TROUBLES COMING! AHH!
sorry its not much...but, i had to update. So, here you are!
To Erik's dismay, he could not kill Vachel. Well, not yet at least. Tonight was the last night of Monique's performance; he couldn't just kill off one of the main characters. As much as he hated to wait, he must.
Erik had seen every performance Monique had done; he practically knew all the lines to the play. The thing that got him the most was the 'intimate' parts. Every time Vachel was at least five steps away from Monique, he wanted to jump from his ropes and kill him. But he had to be patient. VERY patient.
Erik had to bring at least two crate boxes with him when he watched her play. When the kissing scenes came he would rip the box apart. Sometimes he needed at least five boxes.
At the moment…he was working on box number two. The performance was almost over, thankfully. But he could have sworn…that it looked like she enjoyed kissing him. It disgusted and hurt him to no end…but…
In the evening she proved that wasn't so.
Before Erik even realized it, the curtains drew closed. Applause could be heard, and Erik got up. He raced to Monique's dressing room to give her…a little review on her performance.
He wasn't talk about the play performance.
Drinks were passed all around; the finest wine and champagne was given to everyone. Merriment and laughter filled air everywhere. Well…maybe not everywhere.
Bayard wished he could just go to bed, it wasn't healthy for a man his age to stay up so late. But it wouldn't be the "polite" thing to do. Well…that's what his Marie would have time him…
Marie…the light of his life. She passed away five years ago, but he still always thought of her. She was always the thorn in his side, yet, it didn't matter to him. Whether she told him what to do, or to do something else, it mattered not. But not that he looked back on it…
She was a total bitch to him. Oh well…he wasn't any better. But he somehow it always worked out in the end. He suppose only the stars in the sky, knew why.
'I hope Erik finds himself that girl. I hope even more, though, she doesn't become a shrew to him.' He thought wearily.
"You did a marvelous job, my dear girl!" an older aristo told her. She smiled at her, and nodded. Her husband agreed.
"Yes…they did a great job with your make-up. When I first saw you on the stage, I could have sworn you were a gypsy!" Another rich woman said. All the women laughed with their noses; all except Monique, of course. She gave a fake smile.
"Yes…that would be truly a horrific life to live, wouldn't it?" she said. She was already angered by the first classes remark, couldn't hurt to hear more.
"An awful life, indeed! Always dancing in those holed clothing, when they are already practically wearing nothing. Such filthy, disgusting creatures." She said with anger and foulness. Monique thought about her comment for a moment.
'She must have lost someone close to her to a gypsy.' She thought to herself. She felt very insulted, but she would let it go. Just this once.
"Well, I must get some sleep. I feel I do need it." She told him. They nodded and gave their goodbyes.
Those comments the aristo's said actually hurt her more then she realized. Probably because…they weren't the first time she's heard it. It's just the first in a long time. She recalled being called dirty, disgusting, nasty, and gross. All the adjectives of the word, 'filthy'. She recalled being called that too.
Oh well…all will be well when she got back to her room. She was walking a little slow, but alright as well.
"Fawn! Fawn, turn to me!" she heard someone calling to her. She froze. Vachel was calling her once more.
'Can he not take an indication?' she thought to herself irritably. She walked faster. And judging by his voice…he said his words with a little anger. She walked even faster.
She reached her room, and slammed it shut. She put a chair against it, and turned. She jumped when she saw Erik.
"Erik lets leave my room! Vachel is on his way here!" she said. Monique got on the chair that let to the tile like door, and Erik pushed her up to get through.
Vachel was pounding on the door. Erik looked to the door, and got his body up half way. The door opened, and all Vachel saw were black shoes going hastily up into the ceiling, and a door closing. Vachel furrowed his brows even more.
'You ARE having an affair.' He declared to himself. He got on the chair, opened the door, and followed the two closely behind them.