Chapter 6

Dracu…I mean Duke

Disclaimer: I did this because I fell awful that I have someone to pursue and m friend Rachel does. Don't worry I am not a horrible friend no matter what you have heard. So I have decided to go the Dracula route. P.S. Don't own nothing accept my love for Ewen….and a button.

"Monsieur Zidler, Mademoiselle Satine is dying. She has consumption."

"Already?" Rachel asked Monica. It had seemed as if they had only been there for a couple of days but, really they had been there for weeks upon weeks.

"My little sparrow is dying? She mustn't know Marie. The show must go on." The Zidler said with a growing lump in his throat.

CREEK

Damn these floor

Rachel and Monica quickly dashed away from the door. When the Zidler opened to door he was greeted by silence.

"Wow! That was close." Monica said out of breath. They had entered from behind the stage and were making their way to the front. Monica sighed and plopped down on the floor. She looked out to see that only she and Rachel were in the room. Their words traveled with every whisper. A pin dropping seemed like a hammer hitting a hollow pot. "Those stairs are a killer. Oh great news…"

"What?...What? Oh come on tell me!" Rachel hopped around the stage nervously she then settled down next to Monica and tugged away at her skirt.

"You have a bigger part! You are not the friend of the character played by me…I know."

Rachel was staring blankly at Monica. This Christian isn't that original is he. I mean do you actually think that he plans these things out or makes them up as he goes…oh right I forgot, that is how he made this play isn't it?"

Monica smiles and sighed.

"oh yeah that's right. What the hell is going on between the two of you? I am so confused right now." Rachel asked.

"YOURE confused? Excuse me but aren't you attracted to the villain in this story. Speaking of villain where the hell is he? I haven seen him in weeks?"

Rachel sighed slyly and got up. She then began to dance around the stage. "Oh I'm just waiting for the right moment to, unveil him to the rest of you. We have really made some progress." Bit by bit she was beginning to sound less and less like a teenage girl and more like a physiologist.

"What the hell do you mean making progress…he's an asshole? How can you progress with an asshole?" Monica was in shock. She knew that Rachel had a strange attraction the 'odd' men but this took the cake.

"He is not. Actually he can be funny when he wants to." Rachel sprang to The Dukes defense.

"Yeah. A funny asshole." Monica said under her breathe.

"Besides," Rachel began. "What is going on with the two of you. I mean I have some versatility with the Duke but you, you have to compete with Satine. You don't want to go after Christian because that would make you the villain but at the same time you don't want Christian."

"Yeah. I know." Monica said with a frustrated sigh.

"What is your strategy?" Rachel asked.

"Well I have thought long and hard about this. My plan is to do nothing." Monica said simply.

"What? That's your plan. To just sit back and do nothing."

'Well what the hell do you expect me to do? Break down a door, run to Christian, kiss him and tell him 'I know that you love Satine and I'm not sure about the way you fell about me but I love you and I was wondering, do you wanna maybe go out sometime?'"

"Well, in a matter of speaking, yes. Look, if you have feelings for him, and you don't know how he feels about you, you have to tell him!" Rachel said.

There was a sudden BOOM echoing throughout the entire room. Rachel and Monica screeched with fear.

"Oh my frickin' GOD!" Rachel screamed while grabbing her chest.

"Who the hell is that?" Monica hollered.

"It is none other than your good friend." A familiar voice said.

"Oh hey." Rachel said. She jumped off the stage and ran down the row to greet this, in Monica's eyes, unfamiliar person. Monica hopped off the stage and was greeted my a tall man with jet black hair.

"I'm sorry but have we met because you look so fami…Duke?" Monica said in a shocked voice. He looked completely different. He looked like he did when he was on did Van Helsing all he needed was to be kept out of the sun for about a month and he would at dangerous Vampire sexy levels "What the hell have you done to him?" Monica asked.

"Why? You don't like it?" Rachel asked with a coy smile.

"What the hell did you do to him? He looks like Dra--"

"I know right?" Rachel asked with a squeal of excitement.

"Has anyone else seen him like this?" Monica asked while circling the Duke and gazing at his every altered feature.

The Duke spun around to face Monica and said with a flirtatious smile directed to Rachel. "Well…Rachel and I have been fairly busy. We have learned so much about one another. For instance, did you know that your friend here was acquainted with the prince of Persia?"

"Uh…yeah." Monica said with a shocked expression. "Of course I knew that, that is how she and I met. I was dating him."

Rachel let out a sigh of relief. For some reason she thought that Monica was going to blurt out something like, "Persia? Rachel has never been to Persia!"

"Well I must be off ladies. I have some business to handle with the Zidler ta-ta." The Zidler bowed in Monica's direction and grabbed Rachel's hand and kissed it gently. They stood there for a moment not saying anything to each other and then he turned and left Rachel standing there with a lovesick gleam in her eye.

"You have serious problems." Monica said finally once the Duke left.

"I know." Rachel said with the same expression on her face. "Now tell me. Am I good or am I good?"

Monica patted Rachel on the back and said with a chuckle, "You're good."

"Now." Rachel began with a sigh. "Now that we have my love life all figured out, I am going to help you get what you want. We have to, first find out how Christian feels about you. With this I am going to need the Duke--"

"What the hell are you talking about? I am not asking him for any help. Just because he looks different doesn't mean that he's not a villain." Monica said in an aggressive voice.

"No, no, no, Monica, What you fail to realize is that since we are here now, all of the characters have changed, so that means that The Duke can be good while Christian could be bad or Satine survives while…I don't know…the Zidler dies. With us being here we have change the entire outcome of this…this…thing." Rachel was right. Now that she and Monica were in the plot, all that was supposed to happen was wiped away from existence.

"alright." Monica said with a now slightly upbeat tone. "What do you suggest?"

"Glad you asked." Rachel walked around the stage for a moment and a few minutes later she got an idea. "I've got it. A good old fashion cast party. It'd perfect. This way you and Christian can be in a calm, relaxing, non-threatening environment."

"oh my God! That's great idea! Alright, when, where? Tell me!" Monica was so anxious.

"Hold on let me think. Alright I can tell Duke…do you still have a problem with the Duke?" Rachel asked starring at Monica.

Monica inhaled and then exhaled deeply. She then began to tap her feet and click her tongue in thought. "Screw it man. Anything to get Christian."

"Okay. Now I was thinking of a celebration type cast party. You know, congratulate the Duke on a magnificent investment. Oh and that reminds me, have you even red the Spectacular, Spectacular play?"

"How can I." Monica asked. "He keeps changing the damn script. He must rock at improve."

"Well while we have this party, I shall use my wonderful matchmaking abilities to bring Christian and yourself closer together." Rachel now with a somewhat evil grin stretched across her face walked away from Monica leaving her onstage by herself.

Monica didn't immediately leave thought. For a few seconds she just starred at her surrounding s. The stage looked a lot bigger when no one was there. "What the hell are you thinking?" She asked herself out loud. "I mean, sure Rachel got Dukie to change but come on this is the main person this is Christian we're talking about here. I can't change the plot that much."

She then jumped off stage and walked up the aisle and out the door.