We Are History

Chapter two 1864

Chapter two

1864

Part 1

"Come on Ashlee, lets gooooo." Natalie complains, picking at one of the frills of lace on her beautiful red dress with a black gloved hand.

"Don't rush me. If you mess me up I will only take longer." I mutter, pinning the final curl out of my face. I turn in the mirror, admiring my work. My long, blonde curls are pinned in a loose, elegant knot with thin wisps brushing my cheeks. "There." I smile at myself, my blood red lips a stunning flash of color against my ivory pale skin.

"Finally." Natalie mutters. I step away from the mirror, holding my grey dress above the floor as I walk towards her.

I reposition a black curl that has fallen loose, and she rolls her large green eyes. "I don't have to be perfect, you know." She tells me, though there is a hint of a smile on her red lips.

"You don't have to be, but you are." I smile at her. She tries to hold back but eventually she smiles back. She shuffles in front of the mirror. "I do look quite dazzling don't I?" She laughs, twirling. Her long black hair is cascading down her back in curls that I pinned away from her face, and I admire her as she twirls.

"Of course you do." I smile at her, putting a hand on her elbow. "I dressed you up, after all."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Pass me my scarf, will you?" She says while fixing my small, black hat into my curls. I reach behind me and pull out her black scarf, witch she drapes across her back and over her elbows so it looks more like a cover up. I copy her action with my dark grey scarf, thankful for something to cover up my bare arms as the strapless dress doesn't.

Natalie complains in front if the mirror, tugging at the top of her strapless gown. "This dress makes my boobs hurt." She growls, pulling it up a little.

"Tell me about it. I don't understand why the fashion is gowns that make your boobs pop out and greet people." I mutter, positioning a piece of lace around my chest with an annoyed flick.

"I personally preferred the sixteenth century." Natalie says, gathering her skirts as we walk out the door toward the waiting carriage. "With the long sleeves and comfortable clothing."

"You only had comfortable clothing if that was all you could afford. People didn't chose comfortable clothing unless they could pay for nothing else." I say, making sure not to catch my dress in the door as I get into the carriage.

"That's why we are geniuses." Natalie says a little bitterly. She is usually in this type of mood. "I'm hungry." She complains. "So am I. And we don't want to eat Mr. Salvatore now do we?" I say as though we were talking about something as casual as clothing still.

Natalie gives me a devilish grin.

I whistle to a handsome, suited man as he walks past. "Sir!" I call. I can hear Natalie giggling softly in preparation for her dinner, but the man can't.

"Yes, madam?" The gentleman asks, coming over to me and bowing.

"Are you spoken for, sir?" I ask.

The gentleman's eyes dance with anticipation. "Not at all, madam."

I smile darkly, gesturing for him to come closer. He steps closer and I put a hand on his tie, pulling him even closer until our chests are touching. He is a good looking man, I won't have any troubles acting this act. I lean in to him, brushing his ear lightly with my lips as I whisper to him. I feel his body shudder and I smile to myself. "Would you like to be?" I ask him softly, letting my fingers travel away from his tie. It's so much more fun when you get to play with your food. I feel him nod against me. I pull away. "Wonderful. I will meet you in my carriage." I say, getting back into the carriage as though nothing happened. He follows me hungrily. Natalie winks at me as I sit down on the bench seat next to her. The man climbs into the carriage, closing the door behind him and making it dark inside. I light the lamp that hangs inside the carriage as we start to travel our long journey to the Salvatore mansion. The lamp sends flickering shadows across the small inside of the carriage, and I lick my lips in excitement.