Charlottetown (Probably on hold forever. Or whenever I decide to update.)

Chapter Nine: The Vernount's

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Chapter Nine: The Vernount’s

            In the midst of all these disasters and deaths, another surprise galloped into town. They were fresh off the boat, with tanned, olive-toned skin and Italian blood. At the head of the group was Verelli Vernount, the man of the family. He was older, but was gifted with a razor, so he intended to open a barber’s shop where ever he could. Charlottetown, with only one meeting and socializing place in the entire settlement, seemed perfect. With him came his pretty wife, Nalla Vernount. After her came Bizet Vernount, the Vernount’s pride and joy. He was 29, handsome, tanned, strong, and smart. But he didn’t like Charlottetown. Not one bit.

            Laveighna Vernount also came with. She was the middle child, and a beautiful one at that. She was also unimpressed with Charlottetown, seeing as they had come from Rome, a huge city. She was almost as disappointed as Bizet at the town’s size. Artie, their little brother of 16, ran up behind them, panting, as he had fallen off his horse and had to somehow catch up. Artie was actually quite happy with this new town; it was a new start and a new place, since he was a small, frail child and was constantly ridiculed for his clumsiness and lack of strength.

            The Vernount’s were not welcomed graciously, though. Bizet was displeased with this town’s lack of hospitality, because he was used to people falling at his feet, especially women. And not one had even given him a second glance. One of the pretty girls was constantly accompanied by a tired-looking brown-haired farmer, and on further inspection realized that the girl was as tired-looking as the boy.

            The rest of the pretty girls were either too old or a farmer girl, and he was not going to stoop to that level. But there was one girl who seemed very, very promising. She was blonde and tiny, with pretty blue eyes and a kind smile that made a man’s knees go weak. But of course, there were going to problems with this latest conquest. She had a husband and an admirer.

            The husband was a burly man, most likely in his 50’s. He was a drunkard, too, so it wasn’t going to hard to divert her attention away from him. But that man could squash Bizet if his intentions were ever discovered. And then there was the admirer, a handsome, rugged man who ran the blacksmith shop. The woman kept her expressions guarded, though, unlike the other men in the village, so he had no idea what she thought of this situation.

            I guess you could say that that Bizet had a gift, like his father with a razor, but much, much, more useful. He had the gift of reading into people, dissecting their expressions and analyzing words, detecting their hidden meaning. Which was why he could automatically tell that the tired-looking boy and girl had recently experienced loss, were in a relationship, but the town had not pieced that together yet. He could also tell who was married to who, and who was in love with who without even saying a word to them.

            But this girl was a problem. He wanted so badly to know what she thought of her admirer, but it was like she had a wall over her heart, preventing emotions from escaping. So Bizet would have to knock that wall down, which would require a lot of effort. But for a face like that, Bizet wouldn’t mind getting a little closer than usual. Actually, that’s what he preferred.

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