Author's Note: Hi everyone! I don't have much to say this time, but I do have to say thanks to you guys who reviewed! I didn't even realize I was missing words and spelling them wrong. That's what happens when you write at three in the morning! Thanks a whole lot! I did go back and correct the errors in the first two chapters. I didn't do any major changes though. Well! Enjoy the third chapter! (Which just so happens to be the longest chapter so far!)
Chapter Three: She Stepped on a Turtle
Monday
Chase's room was the most secretive place in his lair. No one, aside from himself, knew where it was. Not even his army of jungle cat servants knew where to find him. He had gone to bed early last night just to get away from those crazy people. Not long after Lance Le Faye, his wife arrived with all of Morgan's bride's maids. There were about twenty of them! Not even including the maids of honor! Yes, Plural maids of honor. Morgan wanted a huge fantastic wedding! She had even submitted to various magazines to cover the event. Chase pulled the thick blue covers around him tighter and rubbed his temples. He had a massive headache. Each of the bride's maids just had to meet the groom. They cooed, coddled, and fussed over him like he was a little boy. It was worst than his fan girls!
"Oh! Look at his hair! It's so soft!" Said one girl as she ran her hands through his hair. He swatted her away.
"O.M.G! O.M.G!" A small crowed jumped up and down in circles screaming like banshee's at rock concert.
"He is soo buff! Morgan is soo like, lucky and stuff!"
"Ladies! Back off! Chase needs air too!" Morgan gently shooed away her bride maids. He had a brief sigh of air until she draped herself around him. Chase tried prying her off of himself again, but still to no avail. Instantly, a collective squeal arose from the crowd of girls.
"They are sooo cute together!" Chase couldn't help but think he had finally died and gone to Hell.
He rolled over trying to shake the wretched memory from his head. He finally began to feel peaceful. Something smelled good. It was kind of like bacon- and eggs? Lazily, he opened one of his golden eyes.
"Good morning love dove!"
"Oh God!" Chase jumped out of bed pulling the covers with him. Well, it was more of a fall to be honest, but you get the idea. There Morgan stood on the other side of his bed wearing a pink apron holding a tray with breakfast. She smiled and placed the tray on the side table and sat on the bed.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! Now hop up here and eat! I made it myself! We've got a big day ahead of us."
"How the hell did you find my room!?" He yelled, ignoring the hot breakfast she'd brought him. Morgan smiled sweetly and passively dismissed his question. She patted the bed besides her motioning for him to sit. The great Heylin master just continued to sit on the floor. Morgan flipped her hair and flopped across his bed. She hung her head over the edge with her legs crossed in the air.
"So anyways! Today we were going to get your tux, but daddy wants you to wear a traditional sorcerer's robe instead. How old fashion is that?! Seriously. But I said sure cause mom said it be a good idea. And I'm going to get my wedding dress today! I really want to know which you like best, so you're coming too and blah blah blah-"
Chase phased her out. The headache he had tried so hard to get rid of was back. It hit him that Morgan was the first person in fifteen hundred years to have seen him in his pajamas. A shudder went through him as he realized that if he didn't do something to get out of the wedding, Morgan would see him every day and night for the rest of her life. It would be the longest eighty years of his eternal life. And then of course what would happen if she wanted a family? Chase's left eye twitched as he ran over these terrifying thoughts.
Half way through Morgan's talk she had pulled the tray over to the two of them. Reluctantly, he munched on some of the bacon and cinnamon toast. He passed on the eggs though. It surprisingly was good. If anything Morgan was a good cook. She continued blabbing on and on with the wedding preparations.
"-blah blah blah I was think blah blah with the fountains we could have exotic fish and other blah blah blah anything but turtles!"
"Turtles?"
"They creep me out!" Chase smirked evilly. Now was his chance.
"Really? Because I actually like turtles. I've been thinking about getting one as a pet. A really big one. " Chase gleefully watched as Morgan's face fell. The girl shuddered and her blond locks shook too. He decided to push it a little more. "I don't think I could possible like someone who hates turtles."
Morgan sat up on the bed gawking. She seemed to be absolutely offended that he 'liked' turtles. Chase almost wanted to laugh at her for believing him. The way he had said it had been so cheesy, it was like a joke. Seeing her face contorted in confusion and 'upset-ness' made him actually consider actually getting a pet turtle just because of her reaction. Heck! He'd wear one if it was a Morgan repellant! Hooray for the turtles! She bit her lower lip as if thinking.
"Well, Chase. I really hate turtles. So there must be only one thing we can do. I just- I guess-" Chase leaned in with anticipation. It had been so easy to get rid her! Had he known about the turtles yesterday he would have rushed off to the nearest Pet Smart to buy one. "I'll just have to get over my fear for you! If you want a turtle then you can have a turtle sweetie!"
Damn it. Of all the time she chose to be selfless it had to be now. He'd just have to try harder. After all he's contending with an author and her desire to write a story!
The rest of the morning was spent altering the traditional sorcerer's robes that Lance had pushed for. He stood there with scrutinizing every aspect of Chase. The black robes went to the floor, even after the alterations. Though he hated to admit it Chase like them, they were very comfortable. Lance looked him over one more time and gave a sour 'hmph' for his reluctant approval. Chase noticed he hadn't seen Hannibal anywhere. Which meant he was tying up loose ends somewhere in his little plot.
Unfortunately, as could be predicated in this fanfiction, Chase's day went from bad to worse. Morgan and mother had dragged him along all the way out to New York to find a wedding dress. So, he was stuck in a stupid huge department store in- 'normal' clothes. Morgan held is hand in an iron clamped hold. He scowled as the second flashback that morning began to play.
"Chase! You can't go any were dressed like that!" Morgan pointed to his usual armor.
"What are you talking about? I'll go where ever- dressed however I damn well like!" He snapped. Lance Le Faye, who had claimed Chase's thrown as his new reading chair, shot a nasty glare over the top of his book, 101 Spells to Use on Your Future Son-in-Law. He was itching to try it out…
"Just put on a pair of blue jeans for me please!" She pouted with her large sparkly eyes on the verge of tears. Chase felt his stomach flip and not in the good way. Was it just him or did he feel a little green? Either way he held it in and stood firm. Morgan scowled, but a smile crept on to her face. A mischievous spark flared in her flawless blue eyes as she said; "You're so difficult sometimes! Well, I guess maybe daddy can persuade you. You know, have a little man to man conversation!"
"Anything for you angel!" Her father called out with a semi-wicked grin.
So, one painful man to man 'conversation' and an author with fuzzy bunnies later Chase was forced to wear jeans and a black T-shirt. He could kill something right now. Maybe those fuzzy bunnies… Morgan had dragged him into the nearest dress shop and plopped him down in a chair. Her mother slipped in silently behind him so there would be no escape.
"Okay! Let me go get some dresses to try on! I'll be out in a sec and you can tell me what you think okay sweetie!" She went in for a kiss which he tilted his head so that she caught only his cheek rather than his lips. She smelled nice though. It was kind of a peppermint kiwi-ish smell. Great. Her only good traits were that she could cook and apparently had good hygiene. Fabulous… Because those are the important things that build lifelong relationships… Morgan scurried off leaving her mother and fiancé alone together.
"You don't like my daughter do you?" Chase looked up at the slightly older looking woman. She smiled at him warmly and pleasantly. She was very close to Morgan's age, maybe ten or twelve year's older. She really could be Morgan's big sister! Chase felt he could tell her the truth, but how could he be sure? "Not many boys do. I know you didn't write those letters, but of course try telling that to a love hungry teen. It really breaks my heart to see her acting to foolish. She is actually my friend."
"It was Hannibal Bean." Chase snapped. He was still burnt about the whole set up.
"Ha! I knew it!" Mrs. Le Faye pumped her fist in a little cheer for herself. The woman quickly regained herself.
"Then why don't you te-" Mrs. Le Faye interrupted him seeming a little pissed off about it herself.
"Unfortunately, my husband is actually close to that little beast. The Le Faye's sort of owe Bean a favor. Something about helping Morgan Le Faye get her revenge on Guinevere."
" Do you know how can I get out of th-"
"Yoo-hoo! Hey you two! Look at this one!" Morgan smiled as she twirled in one of the dresses. It was very lacey and definitely showed her features. The mother and daughter wasted no time getting into a huge argument over the less than kosher dress. They squabbled like two best friends. In the end Morgan's mother won after calling her a whore. She sent her daughter off to find a more tasteful dress or else she would pick the dress. Chase just shook his head at the foolish little girl.
In the end Mrs. Le Faye picked out the dress considering Morgan seemed magnetically attracted to unsavory short dresses. Chase yawned, slumping in his chair. Morgan was furious at his lack of attention. She came out in the dress her mom picked for her.
"It's horrible! I hate these poofy sleeves and- Blah Blah Blah! Blah Blah and I look better in a v-neck not a square! Blah Blah Blah! Blah now what's the point of wearing the shoes I picked out! You can even see them! Blah Blah Blah! This is fashion disaster! Blah Blah Blah! Say something Chase!" Chase had tuned out half of the crap she'd just said. He looked at her and shrugged.
"It's better than the ones you picked out." Morgan had frozen on the spot.
"Y-You like it?" She muttered afraid of his answer. At this point Chase was too tired to care. He was actually being completely honest. Though he was too bored to realize it he was multi-tasking at getting out of his engagement. Morgan was deeply into fashion and this was not in any her sacred 'Teen Scene' magazines.
"I really don't care." He sat up and stretched. "Can we go now?"
Tuesday
The next morning Chase woke to fortunately find no Morgan in his room. Maybe it had just been a nightmare. Chase laid in his bed listening to the silence. Silence was great. Normally he hated it. Being alone for a long time will make anyone hate silence, even someone as solitary as Chase. But the past two days made him appreciate every little bit of golden silence. He decided to use the time to contemplate ways of getting Morgan to dislike him. It wasn't hard to think of methods. After all Chase was an evil master mind. The only problem was just which one would work? Something though didn't feel right. It felt like a disaster was about to occur. Another turn for the worst.
"EEEEEK!" Chase jolted out of bed at the frightful shriek. He quickly changed into his usual clothes and headed to his throne room were the cry had come from.
"Please!" Chase pleaded to Heaven. Though he really didn't have much business to do with them since he sold his soul to hell… "I know I'm evil, but if that girl has exploded I will change my ways! I become a priest or whatever. "
Chase skidded into the throne room and saw Morgan on the floor holding a magazine in one hand and what had once been a full cup of chocolate Frappa-mocha-whatever-the-hell-you-call-it-chino coffee in the other. The girl didn't move an inch. Chase looked up whispering 'thank-you!' He was roughly shoved aside by the girl's father who rushed to her side.
"Morgan?!" He lifted her unconscious head up. Chase took a deep breath and began to put on an act.
"Will- Hm! Will she be okay?" He choked out trying to sound somewhat concerned. Inside of him he cheered ecstatically!
"Yes, She'll be fine."
"Deals off." He whispered toward the ceiling, addressing Heaven. "Like I'd ever become a priest anyways!" Damn. He had been so close… Come on did you really think it would be easy?
"I could only hope." He muttered to the invisible and ominous author.
"What?" Lance blinked at Chase's apparent 'insanity'.
"Nothing!- Damn fourth wall…" Chase added in a mumble.
" Anyways… She's just fainted again. It seems she's gotten a new issue of one of her magazines. She gets over excited." Lance said casually as he attempted to revive his daughter. Morgan's eyes slowly opened, a bit foggy after being unconscious. The soft pink lips on the girl's face curved in to a smile. Suddenly regaining herself she jumped up and out of her father's arms and ran to over to Chase. Before he could get away he found a colorful, glossy paged magazine shoved in his face.
"Look! Look! Chase! It's my dress! It says here that poofy sleeves and really long gowns are in this season!" Her sweet blue eyes sparkled with exuberant joy.
"So!?" He snapped as he shoved the stupid magazine out of his face.
"So! So! The dress we picked out was perfect! You've made me so happy!" Morgan jumped at him and hugged him tight around his neck.
"Fabulous…" he muttered. Morgan didn't pick up on his sarcasm at all. It seemed any attempt he made to run her off backfired. His gut tied in a knot realizing that getting rid of her was not going to be as easy as he hoped. Morgan attempted to give him a kiss which he futilely resisted. The girl's soft lips pecked his cheek.
"Okay! Look, Mom and I have to go Paris to pick up some more wedding decorations! I'll be back by four so you and I can work out the guest list tonight! Take it easy love dove!" Morgan gave him another kiss which landed dangerously close to his lips and ran off. It was getting really hard to avoid those. Lance gave Chase a 'go die' look before heading off to do who knows what. The Heylin master was finally alone. Or so he thought! Dun! Dun! Dun!
"Did you see the latest issue of Cosmo Girl this morning?" That all too familiar southern voice said in a slightly mocking tone. Dun! Dun! Dun! "Oh! Would you stop that! It's so over used. It's not funny!" Sorry…
Chase turned to see his greatest enemy leaning against the wall. "You know that little brat just about called off the wedding because of that stupid dress."
"So you changed the fashion." Chase growled not missing anything.
"Exactly." Before Chase could say anything a fairly ugly black and white bird came flying in and landed by Hannibal. Ying-Ying chattered quietly to it master. The bean frowned, quickly dismissing it from the room.
"Trouble in Paradise?" Chase smiled smugly.
"Just a minor loose end." And with that Hannibal disappeared.
Perhaps having a spy following that idiot bean would be in order. Chase summoned and commanded his own raven to follow after his enemy. As for him, he'd be preparing for Morgan's return. Since she loved that dress so much he'd take 'special' care of it. Or better yet- He'd have the one fool who could screw anything up take care of it.
'Ding-Dong!' an hour later none other than Jack Spicer stood at the front door of Chase's evil layer with a box of turtles. The poor boy was so excited to receive the news about the wedding and that he was to be the best man! The stone door began to open. Jack however took a step back. He had been crushed by that door enough times now.
"Ha! Not today door! You shall never again crush the great prince of evil who is Jack-"
'Bam!' Before Jack could finish his magnificent speech the stone door had jumped across the distance just to crush him. Luckily the box of turtles was spared! Hooray for the turtles!
"Spicer…" he wheezed out as he pulled himself out from under the cursed stone.
"It's about time Spicer. Hurry up and stop playing with the front door!" Jack quickly recovered when he heard his dark hero. Chase led the foolish inventor kid pass several people who were busily hanging up large, ornate flower garlands, lining pathways with light pink candles, and just about everything else that could be conceived. Jack had to run to keep up with Chase's smooth pace. The two entered into a room. Jack saw the bride's poofy sleeved dress fitted on a mannequin.
"So, um C.Y." Chase growled a soft warning. He hated that nickname perhaps just as much as he had hated 'Chasey'. Jack quickly corrected himself. "Er- Chase! What is it that you wanted me to do?"
"You brought the turtles right?"
"Yah! See here they are! But why do you-"
"Just wait here, I'll be right back." Chase took the turtles and shut the door fast behind him. It was only a matter of time until the dress was ruined, but just encase this didn't work he was going to put Morgan to the test to see if she'd really tolerate turtles for their 'love'. Chase paled a little at the word.
For about an hour Chase and his jungle cat minions set to work to ruin any decorations they secretly could while placing turtles in the ponds and fountains. Just as he was cutting another garland short there was a tap on his back. Great he was caught red handed! He had gotten careless. He turned to see Morgan's mother standing there with an amused look on her face. He stood up trying to look as innocent as possible- It didn't work.
"So." He began. "I thought you were in Paris with Morgan."
"It's four o' clock and just so you know, I cancelled the catering." He nodded. At least he had someone on his side. "By the way, the turtles are a nice touch!"
"Thank you, but I'm a little surprised. Your husband seems to hate the idea of Morgan marring me, yet he does nothing to prevent it."
"Well, he never has been able to say 'no' to Morgan. I understand if you don't love her then she won't be happy and neither will you. So why not make everyone happier in the long run! Now. Is there anything else I can help with?""
Chase smiled as he heard a girlish shriek. "No. No. I'm pretty sure that just sealed the deal."
The two rushed off to see the trouble.
"What the hell do you mean it's ruined? It's annihilated!" Morgan screeched. Chase tried to act the way a concerned fiancé would. Of course he was too far amused. Morgan had arrived at four o' clock exact like she had promised only to find reports of troubles decorating. She had pushed all the new decorations onto her volunteers to use in place of the old ones. She helped out everywhere receiving more and more reports were things weren't working out.
Only when she sat down by a fountain to catch her breath did she discover nasty little turtles swimming around. Instantly sick, she had dashed off to her room and blew chunks into the garbage can by the door. The breaking point had been when she looked up only to find a weird red hair kid trying to duct tape together stained, burnt sheds of what had once been her wedding dress. Then there was the girly scream. It had come from Jack Spicer as Morgan began pounding his face.
"Sweetie! It's just a dress and it was an accident!" Her mother played things as cool as she could. Several people urgently ushered them aside as they began to extinguish a tree that had been randomly set fire to. Morgan's eye blazed with the same intensity.
"Accident? How did he even get in my room in the first place!?" Jack opened his mouth to explain, but caught the death glare in Chase's amber eyes. The sound became stuck in his throat and slowly fizzled away. Lance's hands were glowing in his signature color, obviously ready to waste the beaten remains of Jack for Morgan.
"No vaporizing!" Mrs. Le Fay snapped at him. He slowly put away his magical aura and grumbled about never having any fun.
Morgan looked like she was going to bust a gasket. Chase was sure that her face had just invented a whole new shade of red. The impetuous brat threw down a very scurrilous worded tantrum before storming off giving everyone the bird. Chase gave Mrs. Le Faye discrete thumbs up. She smiled sweetly and returned the gesture. The rest of the night was fairly quite. Morgan had locked herself in her room and had refused to eat dinner. It seemed that Chase's hellish nightmare was almost over. The Heylin master shut of the light next to his bedside. He slept peacefully although the night.