The Adventures of Queen Draqueesha and the Undead Composer Mozart

Chapter 11 - Coco Bob

A/N : Alright, I changed my mind. :) This is the second last chapter, and the longest one. I listened to the above song while writing it, and it really fits in with the entire theme, so I do hope you choose to listen to it while reading this chapter. I hope you enjoy, and it's been an awesome journey. 

Mozart opened his eyes, expecting her to be flying or hovering or something of the sort. It was a little insulting to see her step out of a black Apache helicopter. Granted, she had bothered to paint 'Coco' on the side of the machine in bright pink paint. Regardless, he was transfixed as she swung the door open and slid out gracefully, her feet landing on the cement rooftop as the thundering of the rotors died down. Draqueesha stepped out from behind the door, grinning, no beaming from ear to ear. Her black mane framed her face, the wild black curls and frizz hanging around and making her appear like some wild feral cat. Like a lion. Even her eyes were narrowed to slits, white gashes with dots of dark brown glaring at him. Draqueesha's coffee skin shone with a healthy glow, and for a long while he couldn't look at anything else.

"What's the matter?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes "Don't like my helicopter?"

"Coco?" was all Mozart could manage his voice strangled and incredulous.

"It was the name of my first dog. Her last name", she stated, stroking the helicopter with a gentle hand "Is Bob".

"Bob?" Mozart cursed himself for sounding so gormless.

"He was the kind man who lent me this gorgeous beast".

"But why a helicopter?" Mozart gave an internal sigh of relief; he was up to four words now.

"I've always said there's nothing stronger than love" Draqueesha stated, looking off into the distance, and then she snapped her head back to Mozart "Except an Apache helicopter, because they've got guns!" Her voice was unbearably high pitched in excitement.

Mozart scanned her, looking for the sword. At first, all he could do was stare at her stupid, stupid t-shirt. It was an insult to anyone's intelligence. It read 'What does a nosey pepper do? Gets jalapeno business!'. Along with the imbecilic t-shirt, she wore a pair of Bahaman shorts, and strappy sandals. Then, on her back he spied the scabbard, the shiny black leather the only acceptable piece of clothing.

"I know, I know," she fake pouted "You think my t-shirt is stupid. But I think it's punny!" she chuckled to herself, and snorted for good measure.

Mozart continued to glare at her, lip curled in disgust. She had all the knowledge she could possibly hope for, and this is what she did with it? Wear ridiculous clothes and steal helicopters? If he had that sword...

"You disgust me." He stated simply.

"Darling I know" she said, waving her hand dismissively. "your face says it all. And you're hardly one to pass judgement. You're wearing Adrianna's yoga pants. D'you know what she's done in them?" then she smirked. "Who she's done in them?"

"Shut up." Mozart stood a little straighter, and pulled out the viola. He put the bow to the strings, looking her in the eyes defiantly. She bared her teeth, moving to take out the sword. The sword swung towards him without grace as he finished the first bar. Darting nimbly out of the way, he continued moving the bow against the strings.

He danced upon the rooftop, moving from genre to genre as seamlessly as he danced. Draqueesha growled and came after him. He moved again and again, panting in time with the music. He became the song, his heartbeat keeping him on pace. He couldn't tell if it sped up when the piece did, or if he sped up because of his heartbeat. Whatever it was, the song continued without a hitch. The melodies flowed in harmony, drowning out Draqueesha's hisses of anger. She kept coming, swinging and jabbing and never seemed to tire. Mozart on the other hand, began to grow desperate, his heart racing faster and faster as he reached the crescendo. His fingers cramped and his hand ached and his neck was stiff and he began to wonder if the piece was doing anything at all. He watched the sword carefully, and it remained the same, glimmering and shimmering beautifully, but it stayed in Draqueesha's hand.