(Masked Ball, Part Two- I'm SOOOOOOO fucking sorry for the long as hell wait. I've been busier than hell and not to mention a bit of writers block clouded my head and made my fingers numb- thus preventing me from writing this next chapter of "The Pianist" I am so sorry! Really! I hope you guys haven't given up on me. I'll try to update sooner, I promise! I fucking promise...that means something if I say "fucking" ...anyway..hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what ideas you have for the next. There are about four chapters left. I have an idea of how Troy gets his full sight back. Anyhow, enjoy and please review...again I'M SO FUCKING SORRY.)
"The Pianist"
~Chapter Twenty~
"Having a good time?" Troy asks, holding one hand on Gabriella's waist and the other interlacing his fingers with hers. She smiles, a blush dusting her cheeks in a soft rose. "I can feel your smile..."
"I'm glad you invited me along." He smiles, tightening his hold on her fingers as he swings her in a slow, careful circle- he doesn't wish to crash into any bodies close by.
"I'm-"
"Prince Bolton!" Crud.
He feels two slender hands grip his arm and yank him away from the woman he's dancing with, making his face turn toward a black shadow that he cannot see the face of, However, he can tell who it is. "I've been waiting for you.." oh he bet she was.
"Sharpay." he says, "uh...thanks for extending the invitation to me and Gabriella-"
"Gabriella?" she asks, her brows crinkling down the middle and her nose crinkles unattractively. He thanks God that he cannot see a blasted thing right now except for her shadow. She looks at Gabriella, wearing her gown and the mask...her hair in curly ringlets- damn her, she is attractively...beautiful looking for a serf! She stomachs her disgust for the girl and smiles like a good hostess, all in good time. Sharpay tells herself, remember the plan...Troy will be yours...
"Your...highness." Gabriella says, dipping low in a curtsy. Oh so she has respect for the royals after all? Sharpay scoffs silently- unaware that Troy had heard her.
"Well...you clean up..." this is so hard for Sharpay to say, her blond hair tousled as she tries to straighten it. "...er, nice." that was almost complimentary wasn't it? Gabriella bobs her head, and hides her masked face by looking down. Troy lets out a sound and reaches for Gabriella's hand, she takes it.
"Thanks for the invitation, me and my lady have a dance to finish." Gabriella looks up at the term of endearment, did he really just say...? He takes a cautious step- why is he so cautious about everything? He should use his eyes to see! Sharpay narrows her eyes, "Troy, I'm the host of this masquerade...can you save me an after supper dance?"
How does he stomach it? "Uh-"
"Dinner is served!" The caller yells out above the din of the crowd. Sharpay smiles, grabbing Troy's hand; who in turn squeezes tight on to Gabriella's with his other as he's pulled to the dining hall.
"I have you seated by me Troy...do you mind?" Yes, he does...
"It's all right Troy-"
Sharpay stops in her tracks, whipping around to glare at Gabriella. "Are you of royal blood?"
"I-"
"No..you're not...so you don't call him by his first name, got it?"
"Sharpay!" Troy raises his voice, pulling his hand harshly out of her grasp. "You don't talk to her that way, and she can address me how she wishes, understood?"
Silence for a moment, before Sharpay's glare turns into an expression of calm cunning. "Fine." Dreading her actions, she reaches and wraps her arms around Gabriella's shoulders, "forgive me...I just...hosting is a lot of stress." She drops her pink broach into the pocket of Gabriella's gown. Part one of her plan, completed. Now...it's time for the dogs.
His hands wander up her sides as his lips taste hers and he inhales her delicious scent. The curtain they are hiding behind shudders from movement, she runs her fingers through his hair and opens her mouth to entwine her tongue with his. Soon, they have their tongues doing battle of the most intimate dance.
That is until bell, rang by the head butler, rang and Adriana knew that she has to pull away. "Ryan..." she whispers, pulling her head away, he doesn't grasp the message. He takes his lips to her throat and begins kissing and nipping at her flesh there. Dressing as a servant was his best his idea yet- good thing this is a costumed ball. "Ryan..the supper bell...I must go-"
He sighs, pulling away and pushing her against the wall. Smiling at her. "I can never let you go, love...I ache for you when you are gone." Such sweet words, and coming from him they are sweeter than any dessert she's ever tasted. She smiles, grabbing his face and pulling him gently to kiss his delectable lips chastely.
"I love you.." she breathes, "I wish we just leave..."
"Why don't we?" He asks, holding her tight to his chest, her eyes widen. Leave? Was she being serious when she asked that question? Oh hell, of course she was.
"Now?"
Ryan nods, "Nothing is stopping us...there are horses in the stables and everyone is at supper. We can leave right now." Adriana smiles, her eyes sparkle and she dips her head low to blush. There is nothing for her here. Not really. Her father died- she would say 'murdered' -when she was young and she's a servant to a spoiled princess who wants to destroy the happiness of others who love each other while she herself whores around.
Whore.
Still...leave? She does have friends here. But you love Ryan more, that is true; while she does have friends, Ryan cares- really cares -for her. She sighs, looking up at him again and holding him tightly. "I know not how to ride-" her words are cut off by him kissing her, and when he pulls away he is smiling brightly.
"I will ride...you just sit in front of me." Hmm...and she can lean against his strong chest while she sleeps, but there is still something that nips at her thoughts.
"But what about you title?"
"I'd soon rather give it up if it means being with you.." He'd give up being a prince? Give up all the fine things he has? For her? He is truly perfect. Adriana smiles, grabbing his hands and kissing each one of his fingers.
"Let's go then-"
"-Ah!" they jump at the scream, tumbling out from behind the curtains and running to the source of it; following the maze of the palace's lower floor until they reached the formal dining hall. More screams and what sounds like a woman's cry came from behind the door, Ryan looks at her and nods as if saying "I'll go in first and then you..stick to the shadows...don't let Sharpay see you." Adriana nods, doing as he says, he opens the doors- large and oak. Sturdy. He stops dead in his tracks when he see's a brunette huddled in a ball as a dog- foaming at the mouth with wild eyes comes near her. He looks at Sharpay who is smiling like a sadistic killer.
His blood boils, his own sister would cause others torture and emotional pain for her's and her guests amusement? The village is right to call her cruel. He steps forward, seeing Troy reaching down with his hand before he sits next to her. Rubbing her back in comfort. Doesn't take long to figure out that he is blind- Ryan figured it out days ago, but apparently Sharpay still has yet to. Stupid bitch.
"Sharpay Magnolia Evans!" Ryan yells, forcing her -and everyone, dare he say, even the dog- to look at him. He stiffens his shoulders, walking around Troy and Gabriella. Glaring at his sister, "this is what you do for entertainment?"
"Ry-"
"You cause torment to others below you?"
"Ryan-"
"Have you learned nothing from your lessons as a child? Or are you just the whoring around bitch that the whole village claims you to be?" His head whips to the side, Sharpay has a stinging hand as she glares at him. Her lips twitching as she looks at Gabriella- crying into Troy's chest, if the guy wasn't blind Ryan is sure that he would be glaring holes through his sister's scalp.
"Ryan Ignatious Evans...I was teaching her a lesson-"
"About what?" both twins look at Troy on the ground, he's still holding to Gabriella, but it's obvious he had spoken; despite him speaking to Sharpay, he does not appear to be looking at her- why would he? He's blind.
Then again, if he's pretending not to be, then perhaps he should be 'looking' at Sharpay. Sharpay sneers, "that she can't take what doesn't belong to her-"
"I don't belong to anyone Sharpay!" Troy yells, struggling to stand up, Ryan helps him as he holds on to Gabriella. He nods his thanks.
"Well, you may not..but the broach I was wearing tonight does." She snaps her fingers and several guards come forward, snatching the brunette from his arms. She starts to scream bloody murder.
"Troy!" she struggles against the guards, Troy reaches out to grasp her hand but the guards are halfway to pulling her away out side some door that Ryan hasn't seen before. What the hell? "Troy! Help! I didn't take anything! I swear it!"
"Gabriella!" Sharpay is smiling like ...well, evil, when Ryan looks back at her. However, her smile fades when she see's the disappointment in her brother's eyes and when she looks around- finally remembering that there are other guests. They are looking at her with expressions of appalled. Disappointment from her parents. The servants must be hiding in the kitchen. Ryan looks at the wall where Adriana is hiding, he sighs and shakes his head. She slumps her shoulders forward.
So much for leaving tonight.
"I did us all a favour," Sharpay says, "that bitch would've stolen us all blind, it's why we don't invite peasants to royal functions-"
"You're the bitch, Sharpay." Troy says, hiding his shaking hands. "Gabriella Montez is more of a woman than you'll ever be and she's twice the human being."
That made Sharpay take a step back, her face ashen. Lips trembling. Ryan couldn't agree more...his sister, he can swear, isn't human if she doesn't feel remorse for her actions. Before Sharpay could say anything to defend her less than moral actions, Troy takes a hesitant- Gabriella must have been his cane as well -step back. "Go to your men who you whore around with...I'm going home."
Ryan looks at him, Adriana comes running from the shadows, dipping low into a curtsy. "I'll escort you, my lord." Troy nods, not looking at her. Ryan grabs Adriana's hand, "I'll go with you."
With that, the three of them take their leave.
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Again, I'm SO VERY SORRY for the wait.
While this chapter has four chapters left, I'm beginning to work on my other story "Finding Light In Dark Places" -the prologue's already been posted for weeks now, so go check that out when you can. I'm working (still, I'm such a horrid person) on the first chapter now. I have the chapters planned out for that story, so...ten chapters for that one.
After that, I have another story planned out as well.
(Question for you lovely people, if I write a Supernatural x Fifty Shades crossover will you read it? It would mean much to me if you did...or would you prefer a mermaid story about Troy and Gabriella? Let me know in a vote. Choice is up to you...but still, if I did...write the Supernatural x Fifty Shades crossover, would you guys read it?)
Loves,
Elena
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and again, I'M SO SORRY!