Ok, so
whats it been, forever since I updated? I know, I know I'm the
scum of the earth for making everyone wait!!! I apologize and for
those that still do care and can't wait to read more on the story, I
hope not to dissapoint you all and I again apologize for the long
delays and appreciate your patience, your interest still in this fic
and ask for your sympathy. My father has been ill and real life
has once again reared its ugly head and reminded me that real life
comes first and the fanfic world second. Anyway, I will do my
best to produce chapters as quickly as I can and I pray to have this
fic finished before Spidey 2. I WILL do my best to have it
finished!! We are nearing the half-way point so I wouldn't have
come this far if I didn't intend to finish. Without further
waiting here is Chapter 14.
Oh, the song is Anything For You by 112, I really couldn't find the song I wanted so this one seemed to fit the most of what I found since Peter agrees to do something for MJ in this chapter. :)
Chapter 14: Sound the Bell
Anything for You:112
I can't believe
Only years ago,
All I really wanted
Was to be with you, baby
I can't imagine how
To live my life without you
I'll do anything for you
'Cause I'm all turned out
I don't know what to do
I feel so down and out
I wish somebody tell me
Hurry up and tell me
What love is all about
Girl you're drivin' me crazy
Can't you see baby
You can't leave me alone
I'll do anything for you
You knew there's
Nothin' I would not do
I'll try to cross the
Seven seas to be
With you, baby
Just believe that
I can make your
Wishes come true
'Cause I'll do
Anything for you
So many times
I wonder
There's a limit
Through this all
Girl to me, to me
All that I
Know is that
When it comes to you
There are no
Limits
Wish somebody tell me
Wish somebody tell me
Ooh
Oh girl, girl you're
Drivin' me crazy
Drivin' me crazy
Can't you see baby, ooh
Girl I'll do
Anything for you
Girl I'll do anything baby
Anything for you
I love you baby
They made it back to Aunt May's just as she was putting the food on the table.
"We're back!" Peter informed, hanging his and MJ's coats up.
MJ walked past him. "I'll go get the first aid kit, Tiger. Don't disappear."
Peter nodded, with a smile.
"Hey!" Harry called, sitting at the table.
"Just in time," Aunt May meant to lecture, but the smiles on the two children's faces was worth the waiting.
"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, taking a seat opposite of Harry and Amber. He smiled at the blonde. "Hope you weren't bored."
"Oh no! Harry was telling me some very interesting stories about the both of you," she grinned, not being able to imagine what the man before her looked like with geeky glasses and a nerdy demeanor.
Peter blushed, eyeing Harry. "Oh boy... "
"Don't worry Pete, your status as a hunk is still in good standing," Harry winked playfully.
Amber smiled at Peter purposefully. "Definitely."
Peter's face grew more crimson.
"Hey Tiger, lets fix you up," MJ strolled into the room causally, a first aid kit in hand.
"What happened?" rang out in unison.
Peter looked at Harry and Aunt May, then to MJ.
"Neighbor's dog," Amber informed, wondering if it were a lie. She stared at Peter weighing his reaction.
"Oh good heavens, Peter, you really do have a knack for getting into trouble," Aunt May tsked as she started serving the roast. "Especially before holiday dinners."
MJ breathed a small sigh of relief, when May didn't press the issue further as she administered an antibiotic cream to the cuts.
"Comes with being a klutz I guess," he shrugged sheepishly.
Once MJ was finished, May instructed her to take a seat and they said grace. There was complete silence for a few moments as they filled their plates up. As dinner went on, small talk started in between bites of food.
"So how long have you been in the city, Amber?" Harry asked curiously.
"A few weeks, I used to live way out on the island," she answered.
"I have some cousins out there," Harry smiled. "It's a nice place. Your parents still there?"
"Uh, no..." she set her fork on her plate to take a drink. "They're still in Boston. I think. I left home when I was 16."
"Oh, I'm sorry for prying."
"Don't be silly. I just wanted to go to school in NY," Amber shrugged it off. "How bout you? Your family in the city?"
Harry grimaced. "Aside from my cousins, that's all that's left of my family."
MJ eyed Peter and immediately spoke, seeing his face cloud with guilt. "My sister is far off too. My parent's live next door."
"Oh, how come they didn't come for dinner?" Amber smiled politely, but inside she wanted to jump the table and strangle the redheaded princess.
MJ sighed, knowing she put her foot in her mouth. "We don't get along."
"And how bout you, Peter?" Amber asked.
"Aunt May is my family," Peter informed, smiling at his aunt. "And Harry and MJ."
"That's right," MJ reached across to squeeze his hand. "Family."
"Pete has been like a brother to me," Harry nodded. "He was right there for me when my father was murdered."
"Oh, Harry... I'm so sorry..." Amber frowned, feeling little sympathy at all for him. Her sympathy was with Peter. Harry mentioned Peter's parents had been murdered when he was just a little boy.
"Spider-Man will pay," he said forcefully sticking his fork into the roast.
"Huh?" Amber's fork clattered to the plate.
"He murdered my father...."
"But he saved my life!" Amber chuckled. "He can't be bad."
"He'll probably kill you later," Harry huffed.
Now MJ's fork hit the plate. "Harry Osborn! He saved my life three times! Twice from that awful Green Goblin! How could you say such a thing?!"
"MJ! I saw him with my father's body!"
"Calm down please, everyone!" Aunt May shouted as things spun out of control.
"Maybe your father was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Spidey tried to save him," MJ offered.
"Mary Jane..." Peter's voice warned.
"No, Peter! I know Spider-Man's a good man!"
"Is he even a man? No one knows anything about him, Mary Jane..." May frowned.
"I know him!" MJ shot out of her seat. "I know enough to decide whether he's good or bad. He saved me and a cable car full of people, not to mention the crimes he stops everyday."
"Stops or starts. He's a glory hound! Don't you read the Bugle?!" Harry pounded his fist on the table.
"Now, wait a sec!" Amber huffed. "Peter and I work at the Bugle. J. Jonah Jameson doesn't know what he's talking about!"
"I wish you'd stop photographing him, Peter. I fear for your safety," May shook her head in disapproval. "People may think you in cohorts with him."
Peter sighed, with a frown as he rubbed his temples in a vain effort to fight back the building migraine.
"You're wrong Aunt May. Spider-Man isn't evil. He's a good man trying to do good with his powers..." MJ sunk to her seat, before she lost control and shouted something she shouldn't.
"Just how well do you know Spider-Man, MJ? Are you like, involved?" Amber's eyes met the other woman's. "Call it my journalistic intuition, but I think you have a thing for this guy." Which was very interesting considering she also seemed to have feelings for Peter. Maybe she could expose MJ for the tramp she is...
MJ's face flushed red. "What? No!"
"You did tell me he was incredible, MJ," Harry eyes narrowed. "How could you have a crush on that monster?"
"I don't!" MJ demanded.
"Leave her alone guys! If anyone knows Spider-Man well enough its me." Peter shouted, drawing the shouting away from MJ.
"What?!" Aunt May's eyes widened.
MJ's eyes mirrored May's shock, but for a different reason. "Peter, don't..."
"No, MJ..." he silenced her with a look. "I'm the one who photographs the guy all the time."
"Great, next time he strikes a pose ask him why he murdered my father!" Harry snarled. "Better yet, tell him to drop dead!" Harry tossed his napkin on the table and jumped out of his seat.
"Harry! Please!" May frowned. "Everyone please calm down! It's Christmas Eve for land sakes!"
"Harry, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened with your father and I don't know the story, but its my job and you know I have to keep doing it." Peter apologized. "I'm sooo sorry."
MJ remained silent, watching the two men with sorrow.
Harry cooled a bit, coming back to his seat. "I understand, Peter. But, it doesn't change my opinion of him. Even if he did save Amber and Mary Jane."
"We all have a difference of opinion on him. Let's forget about him and talk about something else," May put a hand over Harry's to calm him down.
"All right," Harry nodded. "I'm sorry everyone."
MJ looked at Peter from the corner of his eye. His fork played with his food, and he had a sullen look to his eyes.
Amber saw MJ staring at Peter. Her Peter. She had to find a way to bring the girl down. Her eyes narrowed studying the woman's picture perfect features. "So what do you do, Mary Jane?"
MJ was shocked by Amber's question. She got the distinct impression the girl didn't want to know anything about MJ, no matter how nice she seemed. "I'm an actress, thinking about modeling too."
"Oh. How nice." Amber plastered a smile. *Typical.* "So what are you acting in now? Are you on Broadway?"
"No, not yet. I'm not acting at the moment." MJ felt meek and worthless suddenly. She stared at her plate, gritting her teeth. It felt like she were back in the house next door again, her father laughing at her dreams and calling her a waste of good looks. Amber's smile was so fake it made MJ's stomach turn.
"Well, I'm sure you'll get something soon. You have a pretty face," Amber grinned, knowing she had gotten to the girl.
"She can act too," Peter smiled at the redhead. "She's gonna blow Broadway away when they finally come to their senses."
"I'm sure she will. You should try a soap opera. I hear they're always looking for fresh faces," Amber informed, trying to remain as polite as possible.
"I have," MJ muttered, remembering what a disaster that was.
"Oh dear. Well, something will come along, I'm sure. Maybe modeling will work out better for you," she clapped her hands together. "In fact, I know a great magazine photographer back on the island - Tomas. Maybe I can hook something up."
"That's so sweet of you, Amber." Peter smiled at her, again impressed by her unending selfless deeds.
Amber grinned pleased with herself.
"That's all right, thanks anyway," MJ declined.
"Well, you do need a portfolio dear," she informed.
"Yes, I do. I already have someone in mind," MJ nearly snapped at the annoying bimbo.
"No one is better than Tomas!" Amber almost huffed.
"Who'd you have in mind Mary Jane?" May smiled, ignoring the blonde woman who she was quickly disliking more and more.
"Peter," MJ smiled.
Once again, but not involving coffee this time, Peter choked on his drink and nearly spat out a mouthful of soda.
Amber raised her brows.
Harry chuckled with amusement.
MJ shot an apologetic smile to him and gave his back a pat. "Well, whaddya say, Tiger?"
"Me?" he squeaked.
"Uh huh," MJ nodded.
"Take pictures? Of you?" more squeaking.
"Yes," MJ chuckled.
"Like, posing and getting all dressed up and smiling at the camera?" his eyes were wide just thinking of MJ looking perfectly gorgeous and smiling seductively at him. His heart pounded heavily.
Amber growled at his flustered state. *Please...*
MJ giggled, watching the blush creep up his face. "Please? You know I can't afford some big time guy and I loved the pictures you took in high school! I'd feel really uncomfortable with anyone else. Besides, I think you'd be perfect for the job."
"Of course," Amber snipped.
MJ ignored her, eyes locked on Peter.
Peter, of course was thrilled and yet nervous about the idea of photographing MJ. He was afraid when he saw that thousand watt smile of hers, directed at his camera looking all kinds of beautiful, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He would wind up saying all the things he yearned to say to her and it would get very hot, very fast. *It was hot now, wasn't it?* He tugged on his shirt collar, feeling his insides threatening to incinerate. He swallowed hard, and rubbed the back of his neck. He met MJ's pleading eyes and knew he'd say yes no matter how much his conscious screamed at him to say no. One look at those eyes had him hooked. He took a deep breath. Nothing would happen. He'd just take her picture and that be it. *Yeah, right.* "Sure, Mary Jane. I'd be honored." He managed to speak without squeaking.
MJ's smile went from ear to ear.
There it was. That giant smile he hoped would be for him all through high school. And now, there it was, all for him. He felt his insides turn to mush and he felt very much like the shy, nerdy geek he once was, and probably still was deep down. He managed a wobbly smile back.
Amber's anger fueled at the two making stupid smiles at each other. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she shot up quickly, making it to the bathroom before her anger exploded.
Peter watched Amber rush off and a confused expression settled on his face.
MJ quirked an eyebrow. "Wonder what her problem is..."
Harry stared at the path the fuming blonde took and shrugged. "Maybe the food didn't agree with her."
"I won't take that as an insult to my cooking, Harry," Aunt May gave a wry grin.
Harry gave an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"It was delicious, Aunt May," MJ finished off her drink. "Thank you again."
Peter nodded in agreement. "It certainly was."
********
In the bathroom, Amber gripped the sides of the sink, her knuckles turning as white as the porcelain. She gritted her teeth in fury staring at her cold-hard self in the mirror. Strands of black waved through her hair and she forced the anger down, forced back the magic of her disguise. It wasn't time for the Widow Maker's appearance just yet.
She released her death grip from the sink before she would break the porcelain in her bare hands. She walked in a small circle, trying to control the anger that swelled in her, pushing her to step outside this damn bathroom and stride across the room and grip that floozy's red hair and yank her head right off.
"That would be delightful, but not just yet. We have to wait. We have to make him hate her, her hate him," she spoke to herself. "Then he'll be mine. No one stops me from getting what I want," she turned, looking purposefully in the mirror. Shrouds of midnight black filled her eyes, swirling. "Not anymore."
*********
Oh, the song is Anything For You by 112, I really couldn't find the song I wanted so this one seemed to fit the most of what I found since Peter agrees to do something for MJ in this chapter. :)
Chapter 14: Sound the Bell
Anything for You:112
I can't believe
Only years ago,
All I really wanted
Was to be with you, baby
I can't imagine how
To live my life without you
I'll do anything for you
'Cause I'm all turned out
I don't know what to do
I feel so down and out
I wish somebody tell me
Hurry up and tell me
What love is all about
Girl you're drivin' me crazy
Can't you see baby
You can't leave me alone
I'll do anything for you
You knew there's
Nothin' I would not do
I'll try to cross the
Seven seas to be
With you, baby
Just believe that
I can make your
Wishes come true
'Cause I'll do
Anything for you
So many times
I wonder
There's a limit
Through this all
Girl to me, to me
All that I
Know is that
When it comes to you
There are no
Limits
Wish somebody tell me
Wish somebody tell me
Ooh
Oh girl, girl you're
Drivin' me crazy
Drivin' me crazy
Can't you see baby, ooh
Girl I'll do
Anything for you
Girl I'll do anything baby
Anything for you
I love you baby
They made it back to Aunt May's just as she was putting the food on the table.
"We're back!" Peter informed, hanging his and MJ's coats up.
MJ walked past him. "I'll go get the first aid kit, Tiger. Don't disappear."
Peter nodded, with a smile.
"Hey!" Harry called, sitting at the table.
"Just in time," Aunt May meant to lecture, but the smiles on the two children's faces was worth the waiting.
"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, taking a seat opposite of Harry and Amber. He smiled at the blonde. "Hope you weren't bored."
"Oh no! Harry was telling me some very interesting stories about the both of you," she grinned, not being able to imagine what the man before her looked like with geeky glasses and a nerdy demeanor.
Peter blushed, eyeing Harry. "Oh boy... "
"Don't worry Pete, your status as a hunk is still in good standing," Harry winked playfully.
Amber smiled at Peter purposefully. "Definitely."
Peter's face grew more crimson.
"Hey Tiger, lets fix you up," MJ strolled into the room causally, a first aid kit in hand.
"What happened?" rang out in unison.
Peter looked at Harry and Aunt May, then to MJ.
"Neighbor's dog," Amber informed, wondering if it were a lie. She stared at Peter weighing his reaction.
"Oh good heavens, Peter, you really do have a knack for getting into trouble," Aunt May tsked as she started serving the roast. "Especially before holiday dinners."
MJ breathed a small sigh of relief, when May didn't press the issue further as she administered an antibiotic cream to the cuts.
"Comes with being a klutz I guess," he shrugged sheepishly.
Once MJ was finished, May instructed her to take a seat and they said grace. There was complete silence for a few moments as they filled their plates up. As dinner went on, small talk started in between bites of food.
"So how long have you been in the city, Amber?" Harry asked curiously.
"A few weeks, I used to live way out on the island," she answered.
"I have some cousins out there," Harry smiled. "It's a nice place. Your parents still there?"
"Uh, no..." she set her fork on her plate to take a drink. "They're still in Boston. I think. I left home when I was 16."
"Oh, I'm sorry for prying."
"Don't be silly. I just wanted to go to school in NY," Amber shrugged it off. "How bout you? Your family in the city?"
Harry grimaced. "Aside from my cousins, that's all that's left of my family."
MJ eyed Peter and immediately spoke, seeing his face cloud with guilt. "My sister is far off too. My parent's live next door."
"Oh, how come they didn't come for dinner?" Amber smiled politely, but inside she wanted to jump the table and strangle the redheaded princess.
MJ sighed, knowing she put her foot in her mouth. "We don't get along."
"And how bout you, Peter?" Amber asked.
"Aunt May is my family," Peter informed, smiling at his aunt. "And Harry and MJ."
"That's right," MJ reached across to squeeze his hand. "Family."
"Pete has been like a brother to me," Harry nodded. "He was right there for me when my father was murdered."
"Oh, Harry... I'm so sorry..." Amber frowned, feeling little sympathy at all for him. Her sympathy was with Peter. Harry mentioned Peter's parents had been murdered when he was just a little boy.
"Spider-Man will pay," he said forcefully sticking his fork into the roast.
"Huh?" Amber's fork clattered to the plate.
"He murdered my father...."
"But he saved my life!" Amber chuckled. "He can't be bad."
"He'll probably kill you later," Harry huffed.
Now MJ's fork hit the plate. "Harry Osborn! He saved my life three times! Twice from that awful Green Goblin! How could you say such a thing?!"
"MJ! I saw him with my father's body!"
"Calm down please, everyone!" Aunt May shouted as things spun out of control.
"Maybe your father was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Spidey tried to save him," MJ offered.
"Mary Jane..." Peter's voice warned.
"No, Peter! I know Spider-Man's a good man!"
"Is he even a man? No one knows anything about him, Mary Jane..." May frowned.
"I know him!" MJ shot out of her seat. "I know enough to decide whether he's good or bad. He saved me and a cable car full of people, not to mention the crimes he stops everyday."
"Stops or starts. He's a glory hound! Don't you read the Bugle?!" Harry pounded his fist on the table.
"Now, wait a sec!" Amber huffed. "Peter and I work at the Bugle. J. Jonah Jameson doesn't know what he's talking about!"
"I wish you'd stop photographing him, Peter. I fear for your safety," May shook her head in disapproval. "People may think you in cohorts with him."
Peter sighed, with a frown as he rubbed his temples in a vain effort to fight back the building migraine.
"You're wrong Aunt May. Spider-Man isn't evil. He's a good man trying to do good with his powers..." MJ sunk to her seat, before she lost control and shouted something she shouldn't.
"Just how well do you know Spider-Man, MJ? Are you like, involved?" Amber's eyes met the other woman's. "Call it my journalistic intuition, but I think you have a thing for this guy." Which was very interesting considering she also seemed to have feelings for Peter. Maybe she could expose MJ for the tramp she is...
MJ's face flushed red. "What? No!"
"You did tell me he was incredible, MJ," Harry eyes narrowed. "How could you have a crush on that monster?"
"I don't!" MJ demanded.
"Leave her alone guys! If anyone knows Spider-Man well enough its me." Peter shouted, drawing the shouting away from MJ.
"What?!" Aunt May's eyes widened.
MJ's eyes mirrored May's shock, but for a different reason. "Peter, don't..."
"No, MJ..." he silenced her with a look. "I'm the one who photographs the guy all the time."
"Great, next time he strikes a pose ask him why he murdered my father!" Harry snarled. "Better yet, tell him to drop dead!" Harry tossed his napkin on the table and jumped out of his seat.
"Harry! Please!" May frowned. "Everyone please calm down! It's Christmas Eve for land sakes!"
"Harry, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened with your father and I don't know the story, but its my job and you know I have to keep doing it." Peter apologized. "I'm sooo sorry."
MJ remained silent, watching the two men with sorrow.
Harry cooled a bit, coming back to his seat. "I understand, Peter. But, it doesn't change my opinion of him. Even if he did save Amber and Mary Jane."
"We all have a difference of opinion on him. Let's forget about him and talk about something else," May put a hand over Harry's to calm him down.
"All right," Harry nodded. "I'm sorry everyone."
MJ looked at Peter from the corner of his eye. His fork played with his food, and he had a sullen look to his eyes.
Amber saw MJ staring at Peter. Her Peter. She had to find a way to bring the girl down. Her eyes narrowed studying the woman's picture perfect features. "So what do you do, Mary Jane?"
MJ was shocked by Amber's question. She got the distinct impression the girl didn't want to know anything about MJ, no matter how nice she seemed. "I'm an actress, thinking about modeling too."
"Oh. How nice." Amber plastered a smile. *Typical.* "So what are you acting in now? Are you on Broadway?"
"No, not yet. I'm not acting at the moment." MJ felt meek and worthless suddenly. She stared at her plate, gritting her teeth. It felt like she were back in the house next door again, her father laughing at her dreams and calling her a waste of good looks. Amber's smile was so fake it made MJ's stomach turn.
"Well, I'm sure you'll get something soon. You have a pretty face," Amber grinned, knowing she had gotten to the girl.
"She can act too," Peter smiled at the redhead. "She's gonna blow Broadway away when they finally come to their senses."
"I'm sure she will. You should try a soap opera. I hear they're always looking for fresh faces," Amber informed, trying to remain as polite as possible.
"I have," MJ muttered, remembering what a disaster that was.
"Oh dear. Well, something will come along, I'm sure. Maybe modeling will work out better for you," she clapped her hands together. "In fact, I know a great magazine photographer back on the island - Tomas. Maybe I can hook something up."
"That's so sweet of you, Amber." Peter smiled at her, again impressed by her unending selfless deeds.
Amber grinned pleased with herself.
"That's all right, thanks anyway," MJ declined.
"Well, you do need a portfolio dear," she informed.
"Yes, I do. I already have someone in mind," MJ nearly snapped at the annoying bimbo.
"No one is better than Tomas!" Amber almost huffed.
"Who'd you have in mind Mary Jane?" May smiled, ignoring the blonde woman who she was quickly disliking more and more.
"Peter," MJ smiled.
Once again, but not involving coffee this time, Peter choked on his drink and nearly spat out a mouthful of soda.
Amber raised her brows.
Harry chuckled with amusement.
MJ shot an apologetic smile to him and gave his back a pat. "Well, whaddya say, Tiger?"
"Me?" he squeaked.
"Uh huh," MJ nodded.
"Take pictures? Of you?" more squeaking.
"Yes," MJ chuckled.
"Like, posing and getting all dressed up and smiling at the camera?" his eyes were wide just thinking of MJ looking perfectly gorgeous and smiling seductively at him. His heart pounded heavily.
Amber growled at his flustered state. *Please...*
MJ giggled, watching the blush creep up his face. "Please? You know I can't afford some big time guy and I loved the pictures you took in high school! I'd feel really uncomfortable with anyone else. Besides, I think you'd be perfect for the job."
"Of course," Amber snipped.
MJ ignored her, eyes locked on Peter.
Peter, of course was thrilled and yet nervous about the idea of photographing MJ. He was afraid when he saw that thousand watt smile of hers, directed at his camera looking all kinds of beautiful, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He would wind up saying all the things he yearned to say to her and it would get very hot, very fast. *It was hot now, wasn't it?* He tugged on his shirt collar, feeling his insides threatening to incinerate. He swallowed hard, and rubbed the back of his neck. He met MJ's pleading eyes and knew he'd say yes no matter how much his conscious screamed at him to say no. One look at those eyes had him hooked. He took a deep breath. Nothing would happen. He'd just take her picture and that be it. *Yeah, right.* "Sure, Mary Jane. I'd be honored." He managed to speak without squeaking.
MJ's smile went from ear to ear.
There it was. That giant smile he hoped would be for him all through high school. And now, there it was, all for him. He felt his insides turn to mush and he felt very much like the shy, nerdy geek he once was, and probably still was deep down. He managed a wobbly smile back.
Amber's anger fueled at the two making stupid smiles at each other. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she shot up quickly, making it to the bathroom before her anger exploded.
Peter watched Amber rush off and a confused expression settled on his face.
MJ quirked an eyebrow. "Wonder what her problem is..."
Harry stared at the path the fuming blonde took and shrugged. "Maybe the food didn't agree with her."
"I won't take that as an insult to my cooking, Harry," Aunt May gave a wry grin.
Harry gave an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"It was delicious, Aunt May," MJ finished off her drink. "Thank you again."
Peter nodded in agreement. "It certainly was."
********
In the bathroom, Amber gripped the sides of the sink, her knuckles turning as white as the porcelain. She gritted her teeth in fury staring at her cold-hard self in the mirror. Strands of black waved through her hair and she forced the anger down, forced back the magic of her disguise. It wasn't time for the Widow Maker's appearance just yet.
She released her death grip from the sink before she would break the porcelain in her bare hands. She walked in a small circle, trying to control the anger that swelled in her, pushing her to step outside this damn bathroom and stride across the room and grip that floozy's red hair and yank her head right off.
"That would be delightful, but not just yet. We have to wait. We have to make him hate her, her hate him," she spoke to herself. "Then he'll be mine. No one stops me from getting what I want," she turned, looking purposefully in the mirror. Shrouds of midnight black filled her eyes, swirling. "Not anymore."
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