Title : Beauty and the Beast
Chapter Five: Chaya's Horrible, No Good, Bad Day
Author:The Lady of Shadows
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Beauty and the Beast
Chapter Five: Chaya's Horrible, No Good, Bad Day
John leaned back into his chair causing it to precariously balance on its hind legs. John didn't notice or care even, that at any moment he could fall backwards onto the floor because he was that deeply immersed in his book. He hummed tunelessly as he read, imagining himself flying through the skies. A sharp rap came from the door, startling John, causing him to fall backwards.
He stood up, cursing and rubbing the back of his head. He glared at the chair, as if it was at fault for his injury and then picked it up. Another rap came from the door, sounding a little more impatient then before. John walked to the device that Radek had created to see who was on the other side of the door. He groaned in irritation when he saw Chaya's perfect image. 'What the hell did she want?' John wondered impatiently.
John shrugged, smoothed his facial features into an expression of polite welcome and opened the door as far as the chains, Radek had installed on the door, would let him. "Hello Chaya, what can I do for you today?" John inquired politely.
Chaya smiled brilliantly at him, smoothing down a gorgeous white lace and satin gown. "Well, John, it's not something I can discuss in public. May I come in and discuss it with you?" Chaya coyly asked, fluttering her eyelashes a little.
John inclined his head, shut the door and began unlocking the chains. Meanwhile, Chaya had whirled around to look at Cowen and nodded. Cowen nodded back and hurried back to where the village people had hidden nearby. He looked at the band and stated, "Now remember, start playing the wedding march as soon as they open the door to come out."
Chaya, certain that Cowen would carry out her instructions, turned back to the door, a smug smirk gracing her features. John pulled the door open and gestured for Chaya to enter. She stepped in and John closed the door behind her. Chaya looked around the cottage, a look of distain passing over her features.
She twirled around, giving John her most beautiful and winning smile. John cocked an eyebrow and inquired, "So, what is it you want to talk about Chaya?"
"Well, John, I have come to a decision about our future together." She stated, moving gracefully toward him.
John sidled away from her muttering, "Our future together?"
"Yes," she intoned firmly as she pursued John, "our future together. You and I are perfect for each other. We are the two best looking people in the village and our children will be just as beautiful."
"Really?" John drawled out as he once again slipped out of her clutches.
Chaya's lips turned up in smug satisfaction, thinking that John was agreeing with her. She moved to the chair that John had abandoned earlier and delicately sat down. "As you know, I am the most powerful and most beautiful Sorceress in this part of the kingdom and that makes me the most eligible female around. You'll have acquired quite a catch once you marry me," she stated arrogantly.
"I will, will I." John murmured, a look of annoyance crossing his mobile features.
Chaya continued on blithely, not noticing that she was beginning to piss John off. "Yes and you also have the potential to be a sorcerer, so our children will inherit that as well." She sighed happily and continued, "I will of course teach our children on how to use their powers. You, of course, will provide and care for us in the manner we deserve."
"The manner that you deserve," John smirked evilly and reached for a lever by the door that Radek had created to eject unwanted visitors. He pulled the lever and jerked open the door.
Chaya's chair went flying backwards, upon reaching the door, violently tipped back, dumping her outside. She went tumbling down the stairs and into the nearby pig wallow. John merrily waved her off then slammed and locked the door.
Cowen, of course, had started up the wedding march as soon as the door had opened. He hastily stopped it as Chaya crawled out of the pig wallow covered in mud. "So," Cowen stated with a smirk, "the marriage proposal didn't go to well, I take it."
Chaya growled and hit Cowen with a blast of power, sending him into the bushes. She turned, mud dripping everywhere and stalked back to Genii muttering, "This is not over John. I will make you mine."