His magma eyes shot in her direction. "Eleanor is a Scion, a true angel of death and back then either one of her halves was in control, but now Lucifer is in control, and that is well … bad," he spoke in a dark monotone that sent chills up Integra's spine.
"And in order to stop them we need to draw out the Eleanor from the Scion and kill her… again, but for good this time," he glanced at Seras and a thought sparked in his mind. "I think we have the perfect tool to do just that, you my little Draculina."
Her eyes widened as she saw a sadistic grin grow on her master's lips. "Wait me? But what can I do against her… Master you know how powerful she is-"
"And I also know how powerful you are," he walked to her and looked deeply into her eyes. "Besides I know the Scion wants to kill you, so you'll be the perfect distraction for her while I deal with my pestering brother."
Hello everyone! Before you all start throwing me with sharp pointed objects because this chapter took so long, at least give me the chance to explain! I've had to work ÜBER hard the last four months. So academics plus Soccer World Cup equals less time to study for exams since we wrote it … oh I don't know … FOUR WEEKS EARLIER! (Died from major stress) But since I love fanfic so much, I decided to squeeze in time to write this chap before I study more Maths or French for that matter. Guess which idiot spilt boiling hot water all over her hand, that's right me! -_- And now I scraped the burn mark against –accidentally of course- a sharp edged desk and the skin can off! It hurts, but at least it wasn't my right hand. I would have been royally screwed with the examiners if that happened! OH, OH OH! I dunno if you guys heard, but there's a new Resident Evil movie coming out called "Resident Evil: Afterlife". I mean seriously, who doesn't love zombies?
Well here you go folks:
Everybody's a Fool
"Naturally, the common people
Do not want war. But after
All, it is the leader of a
Country who determines
Policy and it is always a
Simple matter to drag
People along whether it is
A democracy, or fascist
Dictatorship, or a parliament,
Or a communist dictatorship.
A people can be brought to
The bidding of the leader.
This is easy.
All you have to do is tell
Them they are being
Attacked and denounce
The pacifists for being
Unpatriotic and exposing the
Country to danger.
It works every time."
Herrmann Goering, Nuremberg 18th April 1946
Lucifer paced down the church isle, waiting for her to finish. He took the courtesy of going into town and bought her proper clothes, clothes fashioned like the old days. He bought his pet a black velvet dress with a soft lavender bodice at the waist.
The nosferatu came out from the bathroom, the black train of the dress trailing behind her. She strode to her master's side and waited for his command. The angel took a rose from the bouquet he bought her earlier and weaved it into the golden French braid she had fashioned her hair into. Since she had to remove the previous rose he weaved into her hair in order to change he simply gave her another.
"There," he stepped back to marvel the woman before him, "as beautiful as ever." He extended his hand to her, and she gracefully accepted. Planting a soft kiss on her hand he looked up at her with darkness in his eyes.
Lucifer reached for a bag at his feet that had a fresh set of clothes for him. He turned on his heel to change. Once he was done he came out dressed in white dress suit with a grey string neck tie. He tied his hair back with a leather band, like he always had. "Come my sweet; let us end all this suffering."
Eleanor glared at him. "No, it is supposed to happen under my hand NOT YOURS!" she raised her voice at her master, but it was not Eleanor that had spoken; it was the Scion. She could see he was not pleased with her statement. The angel was amused at her feeble attempts to break free of his control. He ignored her and brushed past her to retrieve his dagger.
"I suggest we end this dispute where it started; do you not agree my pet?" He turned back and stroked her cheek like a lover, but the nosferatu turned her back to him and walked to the door, but waited for her master. "Well, mon chevalier?"
"Don't you dare call me that - never!" The angel smiled as if he was evil personified into a marble beauty. He stroked her cheek. "Why? Or could it be that he once called you his chevalier, mmhn?"
You can't just let him make such insults towards us! I still say we strike him down!A voice shrieked in the nosferatu's mind. No, I will not! Now be gone, the nosferatu mused and tried to shield herself better from the pestering noise.
Von Mort estate
Integra slid her hand into her pocket and dug around for her lighter as she held the cigar elegantly between her lips. She drew an elegant silver etched lighter and sparked the flame and held it to the cigar. Integra took a long draw from the cigar and exhaled; trying to relay their new situation.
The vampires were sent to the dungeons to sleep away the long hours of the day while Integra was left to think of a tactical plan to stop this supposed 'Angel of Death', but she had been unsuccessful at the task so far.
She abandoned the thought and left the library and found herself in the beautiful sunbathed winter garden of the estate. A cool breeze rustled the dead leaves upon the ground to be swept away by the wind once more. The wind chilled Integra and she drew her arms tightly across her chest to guard herself from the cold.
A coat suddenly draped over her shoulders. She looked up and saw Pierre behind her, holding her closer to him.
"Better?" he asked with pure affection in his voice.
She gave a firm nod and looked back at him with equal affection. Pierre drew her closer and brushed his lips against hers; forgetting he was the servant and she the master. Someone cleared their throat from behind, as to draw them away from each other.
To the twos' surprise, it was Walter. Pierre gave a reluctant sigh and stepped away from Integra and went inside to tend to his daily duties. As he passed his father, Walter gave him a cold glare. Once Pierre was out of earshot Walter walked to his former master.
"Forgive me, my lady for my rude intrusion, but there is something I a have to rise to your attention," he paused and looked at the woman in front of him who was still a child in his eyes. "Pierre is not what he seems and what he is was the very reason I did not father him. I was too ashamed."
"His mother was a vampire, an old Nosferatu. Before your grandfather had decided to use Alucard, I was charged with dealing with all the vampires. I killed every target I was assigned to, all with the exception of one. I had met her before the assignment and fell in love with her, but the night I discovered her true nature I could not bring myself to kill her. It was then that she told me that she was carrying … carrying my child."
Integra stared at him in shock. Walter was at least seventy-five years old and her grandfather only started using Alucard when Walter was fifteen. Integra tried to say something, but words could not form in her mouth.
"He is what the vampires call a Dhampire; a half-blood, an out cast to both human and vampire society alike." He words stung him; he feared his own son, simply because he had vampire blood flowing through his veins. But he seemed happy with Integra, and she with him.
Integra felt like she was drowning in a pit she had created herself. She allowed herself to love once and he turned out to be the creature she was hell bent on wiping from the earth. She had too much to deal with as it was.
"I will decide what to do about this matter after our current dilemma is over and when we are back on English soil, but not here."
Alucard lay beside his fledgling in his coffin and took pleasure out of the simplicity of watching her sleep. He did not want her dragged into his affairs, but that seemed inevitable. But she never seemed more beautiful to him than that very moment; so peaceful, but only a slumbering blood-thirsty eradicator.
She is nothing like her; only the flesh is akin, but the flesh can be erased as easily as it was made… My little fledgling has something about her that Eleanor did not have, but what that possibly can be is beyond me.
Something outside the coffin drew his attention. The elder nosferatu rose gently got out and to his surprise found a dark-haired beauty before him; he took a moment to regard his old ally.
"Well, if it is not the Duchess herself, that graces me with her presence," a snide smirk curled on his lips. "What is it I can do for you, Duchess?"
The woman showed an immediate irritancy towards Alucard when he addressed her. She stepped forward, the hem of her black cloak swaying on the ground. She looked at him with large almond-shaped eyes.
"You know why I am here; do not pretend that you are oblivious to the reason of my visit," she spoke with a heavy German accent that earned her a special nickname with the elder nosferatu. She placed her hands firmly on her hips; a habit she has never been able to break. "It would seem that your past had finally caught up with you, no?"
Alucard remained silent and waited for her to continue, for he was not in the mood for political parley at that time of the day. The woman brushed past him and stopped at his coffin; placing a cautious hand upon it.
"My brother and his accomplice will be dealt with soon. You know this, yet you still come. Why is that?"
The duchess smiled at him suavely. "The others have told me you have finally taken a Mate again. I wanted to find out for myself whether this rumor was true or not," she said. "And it appears you have. May I see her, or are you still as protective as ever?"
Alucard walked to her side and gently opened the black coffin lid, to show her his sleeping fledging. Seras lay curled up like a cat, with her hands beside her face. The only material over her body was her master's coat that she had not taken off.
"Interesting," the duchess murmured. "I would not have thought you would have turned her in order to save her, but it was ultimately her choice; in the end anyway."
She looked at Seras and then to Alucard who was looking back at her. "Once this ordeal with you brother is over, you know what you need to do."
"How can I forget?" he smiled at her and remembered a time when they shared a bed together, but both went their separate ways after.
The woman turned her back to him and said her farewell, and gave him her best wishes for the up coming battle. She vanished like evaporating rain on a summer's eve. Alucard could not find peace after that and so he stayed awake and tried to remember the last time all of them were together in one room.
Seras woke up a few hours later and surprised to find her master outside his bed. She quietly sat up in and looked around. He was lounging against a wall, with his arms crossed over his chest.
I wonder if he looks so sexy on purpose or if it's just who he is … But either way he's my master–
A strange smell distracted her from her thoughts. It smelt like fresh spring water. Seras looked at her master, but he did not seem to notice that she was awake. He was obviously deep in thought, but she had never seen him look so serious.
Alucard saw her peering out of the coffin and within an instant he was in front of her and caught her lips in a tender kiss. She may no longer be a virgin, but she still tasted as sweet as one ever did. He knelt down before her and continued to kiss her, but with time driven with fiery passion.
Someone was descending the stairwell to the catacombs of the estate, but the elder nosferatu already knew who it was: the Dhampire. He knew the smell of tainted blood in mortal flesh anywhere. He still found it hard to comprehend that the Dhampire was Walter's bastard.
Pierre came into view and looked at the kneeling vampire, and then to Seras who was half hiding behind her master. He put down a cooler-bag and took out two blood packets for the vampires and reached in the bag for a third. Alucard snatched his blood packet and tossed one to Seras; who was as usual happy to receive anything from her master.
Pierre made a small tear in the plastic of the third packet an inserted a thin plastic straw. He drank leisurely and walked to the other end of the room, not noticing Seras staring right at him.
"M-master … why is he drinking blood? I thought he was a human," she felt confused and hoped her master could enlighten her. Her blonde tresses stood at odd angles that made her look like she just woke up from a coma. Like a child she tried to flatten the tresses with her hand, until Alucard bent down and gently brushed the tresses from her face.
The dark-haired manservant chuckled at the sight, but trapped a snide comment when the nosferatu glared at him. "Um… Haven't you taught her how to tell the difference between the two of us yet?"
Alucard had been to preoccupied as of late to teach his little Seras about the wonderful world of vampires. He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the manservant in disgust. "Are you trying to tell me how to teach my fledgling, you abomination?" he glared at Pierre then stood up and moved towards him.
Pierre caught on to the threat the nosferatu was casting at him. He threw his empty blood packet into his cooler bag and left before the nosferatu could get his hands on him. As he ascended the stairs he felt a pang of pain in his chest.
Damn it! I'm supposed to be used to this treatment by now, he remember his childhood of being passed form one human mentor to a vampire warden then back again. He didn't belong anywhere; not even his own father could stand in his presence without feeling disgusted or threatened.
Seras tugged at her master's coat and got out of the coffin. She looked at her master who seemed highly aggravated by what Pierre said, or the mere fact that he spoke to him. She saw a fresh uniform lying the foot of the coffin. She picked up her mustard-yellow uniform with glee, but then her eyes fell on the black lingerie.
"Uh… Alucard did you have something to do with this?" she asked holding up the skimpy piece of lace.
He gave her a devilish charming smile. "Why dear Police Girl, why would do something like that? It would only increase my desire to rip any and all clothes off of you-" he heard his master call him from the common room on the second floor of the manor.
He quietly ascended the stairs, leaving Seras to herself. She forced herself to get out of the coffin. She held up the skimpy lingerie and gave a reluctant sigh. She put it on, but it made her feel uncomfortable; it was too small for her bosom, and so she only concluded that Alucard had done that on purpose. She buttoned up her uniform and buckled the belt around her waist. Pulling her brown gloves over her hands absentmindedly, she scanned the room for her Harkonnen. Sitting down on the end of the coffin she yanked her white socks high up her thighs and then planted her feet in her brown heavy-duty boots.
Seras began to climb the stairs and found herself in a grand lounge with a large marble fireplace, blue velvet arm chairs and large oriental rugs on the stone floor. Walter came into the room with a silver tray with two packets of blood on it.
"Oh, Miss Seras, I was just about to come down to offer you Alucard some diner," he said smoothly while he placed the tray on a table near her.
"Thank you, but we already had. Pierre came down earlier and gave us some, but … Alucard was outraged when Pierre spoke to him," she replied. "Alucard called him an 'abomination' and I have no idea why."
Walter smiled and put a cigarette to his lips and dug around in his pocket for a lighter. He lit it and took a long drag from it before he decided to answer Seras. "Well, that's good. He should be treated like that," he said with out the slightest hint of feeling for his own son, "he isn't human after all; he's a Dhampire. Do you know what that his Seras?" She gave him a brief nod. "Then you should know that they are outcasts to both humans and vampires; they belong nowhere," he was silent after that, the only noise he made was when he exhaled. "Your Vladimirs are in the armory, in the eastern wing of the manor, first floor."
Seras left the lounge and followed the butler's directions to collect her beloved weapons. The armory had no windows and it was colder in there than any other room in the mansion. Halberds and claymores were mounted on wooden stands in the centre of the room. Bows hung on the dust coated walls and bulky elm shields rested on a wall to the far end of the room.
Her Vladimirs rested on an old table in the dark corner of the room. She slid her way to the table, trying not to bump anything over. A twinkle of a smile curled onto her lips as she took her weapons in hand. A door beside the table caught her eye. It looked like any other door in the mansion, but it felt as if something was drawing her in; tugging at her childish curiosity. The vampire pushed and pulled at the door – and even with her inhuman strength it refused to open. Getting impatient, she phased through the door and stepped into a dimly torch-lit room. Varies weapons were mounted to the wall: from a katana to a rapier. The weapons seemed to have been more sought after than the ones in the armory.
A suit of elegant silver armor glistened in the dim light. It was too small by the shoulders and waist to be a man's. Seras noticed a painting above the armor. It was of a tall, golden haired woman wearing the armor that was in front of Seras. A small table with a vase of long since withered flowers stood beside the armor. A small wooden object stood on all fours facing her. Picking it up gingerly, she realized it was a wooden minaret of a horse.
"What are you doing in here, my little Police Girl?" Alucard phased through the door and stood next to her.
"What is this for?" she asked, holding up the horse. She looked at her master and lover with her large blue eyes. "Master?"
"It's nothing, Seras," he snapped at her. "Come our master wishes to speak the both of us." He pulled her away with such a force that the horse jerked out of her hands. The old minaret fell to the hard floor, bursting into small wooden chunks and splinters. The elder nosferatu paused but did not look at the remnants of horse.
The two vampires appeared beside Walter in the library, where Integra was standing, rather intently over Michelle, who was sitting in an over-sized armchair.
"You really must try to understand, ma dame," he said, "I cannot just call entire platoons to fight in some unknown location." He was referring to his elite Thorn Platoons. Soldiers specially trained for ghoul and vampire encounters.
Alucard felt disgusted and amused by the fact that humans wanted to take part in an affair that did not concern them in the slightest. Well, maybe they did have some matter in it, since Lucifer was planning on a mass holocaust.
"As amusing as the proposal might be, I am horrified to inform you that this is not some child's play," Alucard bellowed towards the bickering humans. "I will only require the assistance of Seras, Walter and that Dhampire over there," he flared his eyes at the Dhampire and laughed inwardly.
"Why do you want the help of a person of my low blood?" Pierre asked. He wondered what the elder nosferatu had in mind for him, but either way he didn't like it.
"You just lounge around here like a pathetic human," he said. "So, I have decided to put your vampiric blood to the test. Maybe I'll figure out who you mother is and give her my condolences for having you as a son."
The Dhampire clenched his fists as the elder nosferatu glared at him. Integra told Alucard to stop, but he didn't seem to pay her much mind. "Alucard that is enough!" The elder nosferatu obeyed his master. "Why do you need Pierre's help?"
Alucard began to shake in a boil of laughter at her dim-witted question. "Why, why, why!" he threw his head back and bellowed out his amusement. "Because I know that Eleanor is just as disgusted by this abomination as any vampire would be! Who knows she might even slaughter – no, butcher him!"
He calmed himself enough to explain to his master of his intentions for the Dhampire. "Once we arrive there, it will be more of a scavenger hunt than anything else really," he started.
"Explain." Integra had no idea what to think of Alucard's interpretation of a scavenger hunt.
"My brother," he said, "never attacks head-first; he sneaks in shadows and sets an ambush for the target and waits until their completely distracted before he strikes. I suspect that he will ambush us with Hell's Progeny. And not just ghouls, but Rakshasa, Mani Wata and of course other hellish creatures of the night. So you humans are just walking prey if you are to join in this crusade! Lucifer will send them out to play with us and tire us, if not eat us. That is why I want the Dhampire; he will be an excellent distraction of the Progeny, while I fight my dear little brother and try to draw Eleanor out to come play as well."
Pierre looked around then room; he was certainly on the centre of attention and that was not something he was used to, not at all. "Very well. I will help you." He submitted to the nosferatu's malicious desires to use him as a toy, bait or anything else the monster had in mind.
"This is all fine and well, however where is all this to take place?" Michelle asked as he eyed the nosferatu. Alucard turned to him and smiled.
"Why, where it all started of course," he said as he pulled his sunglasses down his nose to look at the man, "Transylvania. Walter, the Dhampire and I can travel in sunlight, but my fledgling cannot, so I propose we travel by helicopter and then by foot to reach the desired destination. Police Girl can sleep for duration of the trip there, and then we wait until night fall and then we walk."
Integra and Michelle arranged the necessary transport while the others got ready for the journey ahead.
-Meanwhile-
An old fortress loomed at the base of a hill, surrounded by black forests at the northern end and grass plains by the south. The silvery light of the moon shone down onto the fortress; as if Phoebe (pronounced Feebe) was shedding tears for all the lost souls trapped there. Eleanor walked in the long grassy plains that seemed like a green ocean when the wind rippled through them. She had made certain that the angel was preoccupied with matters before she wondered outside the fortress. She wanted solitude, even though it was a request she was never granted, but she wanted to be free of the angel's long ears.
You're in doubt, a voice mused. Naturally, the nosferatu answered. I want to sing! Sing like I used to before all this, before I…The nosferatu cut herself off. Before you met the two of them, the voice finished her sentence for her. Well, boo-hoo, poor little me, the voice mocked her. You met them, nothing you can do about that and yet we're still here. WHY? It asked with high-pitched annoyance. You know full why, Lucia. Now leave me be; I want to be alone. Laughter filled her mind. Yes, I remember now: you have to kill that weak little fledgling and him as well, the voice faded and Eleanor's mind was her own again. The rising sun in the west fought for dominance of the sky and stained the clouds red with the effort. The nosferatu turned her back to the sun and walked back to the fortress; back to Lucifer.
Grand Hotel, Transylvania
Alucard glanced over at his sleeping little vampire and then to Walter, who was lounging lazily on the black sleeper-couch beside the window. The suite Michelle had rented them was not too large, but then again, they were only staying until nightfall. Alucard and Seras shared a room while Walter got the other one and the Dhampire was left to himself in the small lounge in the front of the suite.
The elder nosferatu had called Walter into his room to discuss their plan of action, but he had deliberately left out Pierre. The thin beige curtains were pulled back and the sun light streamed into the room. "Well," Walter began, "I assume you have an absolutely smashing plan in mind. You do, don't you?"
Alucard grinned at the strain of worry in his voice. "If you mean, some sort of tactical team plan, then no I don't." he said, trying to keep his laughter at bay. "I only know what I should accomplish, but if you insist. I will need the three of you to keep the Progeny busy while I have a bout with my brother." His mind jumped to the fact that they were both equal in skill. "If Eleanor should appear before I have finished my family reunion, then Police Girl can keep her busy, but if she appears to be struggling then, Walter, I need you to intervene in their fight. Understand?"
"Yes … And it will be my pleasure to help Miss Seras,"
"Good. Now the matter of that Dhampire," Alucard looked at Walter with a more serious note, "is he really your bastard?"
Walter sighed and gave his friend a look of shame and despair. "Yes, he is, but every time I see him it disgusts me to my core. I still do not know why his mother didn't keep him. He was found one morning on the steps of the Hellsing manor by a maid. The babe was wrapped in a roughly woven blanket and there was a note that said I was to 'take care' of him."
The elder nosferatu smiled as Walter told the story. "So, the mother wanted him taken care of, but with all her maternal instincts she couldn't do it herself. Interesting, but who is she; surely you know her name."
"I believe the name she gave me was merely an alias, but she called herself 'Evan'. Why do you wish to know?"
"Well, to the older generation of vampire, like myself, to have a Dhampire as kin is worse than enslavement. But the name you presented: 'Evan', you are right it is purely an alias and that makes the task of finding the mother difficult; for there are as many female as there are male vampires."
"Why would you try to find his mother?" Walter asked, "For all we know, she might be dead-"
"That is were you are wrong. You forgot she is already dead!"
Walter scoffed and looked promptly at the ceiling with his hands folded behind his dark-haired head. "Fine, but why do you intend to seek her out?" He turned to the elder nosferatu who was now lounging casually against a far wall by the door.
Alucard smiled at him. "I never said I would find her, but if you would want me to, then I could pull a few strings."
"You never do anything, unless it is for your benefit; so what is in it for you, if you do look for her?"
"You are perfectly right, Walter," Alucard said. "I really have no real intention of finding her, even if you asked if of me." He said and decided to answer nothing else concerning that topic. He backed off of the wall and settled down in a chair near to Seras's coffin, like an over protective she-wolf over her cubs.
"Well," Walter started, "how far is our current location from the fortress?"
"That should not be a problem from you; you are a vampire after all or is it that you still have to master the art of shape-shifting?" the elder nosferatu asked contemptuously.
"No, I had thirty years to do that while you were doing Phoebe-knows-what!"
"O-ho, believe me she wouldn't want to know what I did," the elder nosferatu laughed. "If you have mastered it then tell me of your familiar." It was a matter he was very curious, since the old manservant was not naturally turned.
"Well, you will just have to wait and see, won't you," Walter said and slowly closed his eyes. "But… Can you do it when the time comes? Can you really accomplish your task?" he asked. "Can we place our trust – no our lives in the hands of a blood thirsty, deranged monster?"
"Since when have you started doubting my abilities, or could it be because of my history with the enemy?" The elder nosferatu answered and loomed over the lesser vampire. "Well?"
Walter peered at Seras out of the corner of his eye and gave a hefty sigh. "Neither of those reasons, my friend." He said. "It's just that there are now others involved that are not only important to us, but to other people as well."
"It's not only my brother and Eleanor we should be wary of…"
"What are you saying that there is another person involved?" Walter waited for the elder nosferatu to answer. "What other person, Alucard?"
"She is the puppeteer of winds and we … we are her fools."
There's chapter ten. And I have to admit I am currently facing a brick wall here. And I seriously need someone to demolish it for me! I hate writer's block! I was listening to Evanescence's "Everybody's Fool" when I started out with this chap and that is how this new "puppeteer" came into being. Now I will graciously bow out. Oh, wait here's a bit a friend wanted me to put up.
A typical day in my English class. Starring Mr Leighton, the class of 9M and me! (I'm part of 9M for those of you who were wondering)
Note: These are real recollections of real events that happened in a real school, no really! I will either use abbreviations of the students' name, or nickname, or surnames.
I got into the class first, and as usual I made my way to my desk at the back of class. The desks were in two U shaped formations; one in the middle of class and an outer, larger one. I momentarily glance at the poster plated wall, looking for any new movie or game promo posters. (Mr Leighton is a keen gamer immediately making him awesome!) I saw the desk sizes were swapped around (a normal size and über mini) Two of the larger desks were in the middle and two of the smaller ones by the windows.
I didn't care because I had a large desk and that was all that mattered. The others filed in while Mr Leighton followed. His dark hair was in its usual scruffy state, and wearing a black shirt and an azure blue tie with a pair of black chinos.
We all shared a desk with the exception of Müller, who is rather vulgar and an over eager teenager. My desk buddy Dread stood behind his chair and looked at the arising dilemma. The two small desks were placed where Brad, Max (a.k.a. Sleepy) and Müller sat – who are some of the taller students in the class.
"Siiiiiiiiiir!" Müller shouted before Mr Leighton could greet us.
Mr Leighton looked at Müller with a slight hint of fatigue in his eyes. "Yes," he said sluggishly.
"My desk is small!"
"So what do you want me to do about it?" he asked sitting down on a desk by the blackboard. "Do you want me to develop some kind of telekinetic power for your own selfish desires?"
Brad looked at his small desk. "I think we should swap mine and Max's desk with Niël (a.k.a. Facts) and Jacob's (a.k.a. Talkamado)."
"Okay, but make it snappy."
Brad, Max and Jacob moved the desks, but no-one had seen Niël. Mr Leighton started to abruptly chuckle and looked at the door. Niel moved his chair to the door and sat and watched while giving orders around.
"Are you gonna just sit there like a king and order them around?" Mr Leighton asked.
Niël smiled his goofy smile. "Well, it is technically 'helping move the desks'." When the moving was done Niël moved back to the desk.
Müller was still sitting at a small desk. "Siiiiir! The desk is digging into the thighs!"
Mr Leighton slammed his copy of Midsummer's Night Dream onto his lap and glared at him. "You know one day you're gonna enjoy something digging into your thigh, but just move next to Nadia 01 for today," he said. We all waited for Müller to move. "Okay, now that today's episode of The Days of My School Life is over … Right-ho, I need a Italian Stallion (Lysander) – okay Kruger that's you-, Charming (Demetrius) – Talkamado you can be him today-, Egues – Max that never reads anymore-, and I will be Theseus and Hippolyta."
He read a few lines and stopped to explain. "So what he is basically saying is that his hounds are good at tracking down stag and blah-blah." He read a few more lines. "What Hippolyta is saying is that she has seen Hercules's and Cadmus's hounds compete at bayed bear, and she is being all one-boobed Amazon now, and she says she enjoys the sport."
Müller shot his glance up from his book. "So she has only one boob? But doesn't that hurt when you cut it off?"
Facts sighed and gave Müller a silent death glare. "Well, no, I mean it isn't a limb, so it won't hurt that much."
"How would you know Niël, have you ever had a boob cut off?" Mr Leighton asked.
"But, it's a chic with only one boob and Theseus is gonna marry her? I think that's pretty siff."
"Müller we have been over this before, but every time I mention a one-boobed Amazon, you go crazy," he paused. "Do you think a Queen would cut off her boob?"
"But you said the Amazons were one-boobed."
"Yes, I did, but a Queen OBVIOUSLY has exceptions! And what I meant by her being a one-boobed Amazon meant that she being a typical warrior woman!"
Müller sank in his chair. "Oh."
Mr Leighton read on and after ten minutes we waited for Max to read Egues's part. He sat with his head in his hand fast asleep. We all started to smile and laugh.
"Ma-a-a-ax," he said softly and waited for him to wake up. "Wakey-wakey!" Max awoke slowly and flushed red when he realized everyone was looking at him. He always got shy when people looked at him and Mr Leighton punished him by just staring at him. "Yes, sir?" Max said in is ever usual deer die weer (refer to A/N at bottom) voice. His blue eyes were heavy with sleep, but he managed to look at the teacher … for a while.
Mr Leighton shook his head. "Okay, Max to insure you are fully awake, I will need you to go to that tree and bring a leaf back," he said and pointed at a tree outside, about half a rugby field away. Max sighed and pushed himself up. He walked out onto the small stoepie and dragged himself to the tree.
"Hey, tell him to run or he's gonna do it twice," he said to Niel. He shouted to Max, who only slightly increased his speed.
"Sir I think he's broken his speed record right now." Neil announced.
"Oh really." We all laughed and waited for him to come back. Max came back and presented a small green leaf. Mr Leighton stopped Max from sitting back down. "Right good job, Max. Now go put it back."
He looked at Mr Leighton and laughed and sank into his chair. "Okay, since Max won't go put the poor leaf back lets all punish him." And we all knew what that meant. He all looked at Max for a minute until he was red and wrapped his arms over his head on the desk.
The bell rang after that. 'Siff' is Afrikaans for disgusting. 'Deer die weer' means well, I don't know an English equivalent phrase, but here goes: it means to be …. ….. Um well, it means to be not paying any attention at all; like being on Pandora; my mother would say. And finally 'stoepie' means little porch.
Bye-bye now! :)