Well, here's a short one after quite the hiatus. Thank you to all who have reviewed, I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to y'all personally, yet. The end of the semester is quickly approaching, and with it various papers and difficult tests. Really, don't ever take biological anthropology. Stupid canine fossa...but I digress. Here's a bit of drama, and even more to come, whenever that might be.
Ann Giry looked at her daughter nervously before knocking on the imposing oak door. They could hear music coming from the inside, but it wasn't anything Erik would listen to.
She only spoken to him once since he'd left months ago, and was quite frankly worried about him. She was afraid he'd done something…drastic.
Christine shared in her sentiments. The girl was guilt ridden, and had somehow talked her husband into searching for his rival.
Ann glanced back to the car where Raoul, Christine, and Phillipe waited. Had she known she'd be baby sitting the entire De Changy family, Ann would have reconsidered Rauol's proposition. At least he was funding the excursion.
The door finally opened and they were greeted by a young man with light brown hair, and pale blue eyes, which immediately landed on Meg.
"You're the best looking pizza delivery guy I've ever seen." He smiled at her daughter charmingly and extended his hand. "I'm Sam Dyer, pleasure to meet you."
His accent made it even harder to Ann to follow what he was saying. English was not her best language; luckily Meg was more than proficient.
"I'm Meg Giry; this is my mother, Ann. We're looking for a friend."
"Oh. Right." He turned his back to them and yelled into the house. "Easy E, some French chicks are here looking for ya."
Easy E? They had to be at the wrong house. She should have known as soon as this kid opened the door. Erik didn't entertain guests, and he never answered his door. Or his phone…
"Ann!! Holy shit! I can't believe it!"
A man who looked a lot like Erik, even had a mask like Erik, was hugging her. Erik didn't hug people, and he'd speak to her in French. This was an imposter.
"Meg! Come on in."
He hugged her daughter. Hugged. Meg appeared to be equally perplexed.
"Que va sur? Que vous a fait à Erik? L'est mort? Vous a fait le tue?" Ann spoke frantically. (What's going on? What have you done to Erik? Is he dead? Did you kill him?)
Imposter Erik was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The real Erik would never be caught in anything so informal.
"Calm down. Look, I know you speak English, and nobody else speaks French…it makes them…uncomfortable, you know?"
He'd led them into the house, practically dragging her, Meg stumbling along behind. A group of people were seated around a large screen television; two men, counting the one who'd opened the door-he was still staring at Meg-and one woman.
"Alright, Ann, Meg, these are my friends; Sam, I think you've already met, Blake, and Beatrix." He pointed out the different people, smiling the whole time. Erik didn't smile.
"Friends from the old country, Erik?" The one called Blake chuckled, and handed Erik a beer.
"J'ai besoin de vous parler maintenant!" (I need to talk to you now) Yelling at Erik always brought out his temper.
He ignored her. "Meg, would you like a beer? I can open a bottle of wine if you'd prefer."
"Christine, Raoul et son frère est dans l'attente de voiture!" (Christine, Raoul and his brother are outside waiting)
That got his attention. He choked on his drink and nearly spat it out. "Merde."
His friends looked at him, almost protectively, but Erik remained rather cool about the whole thing. She should have been happy for the benign change in him, instead she was scared.
"Well…" Why couldn't he just speak to her in French? "I suppose the polite thing to do is invite them in."