Chapter 19 – Bloodline (Part3)
Drosselmeyer stared intently at the number of cups in front of him, “two down…three to go” he muttered inquisitively as he looked at each one. He kicked one with his foot onto the cog, again waiting for the story to begin.
Once upon a time there was a duck. This duck wanted so much more than to swim around in a pond all day. So every night, the little duck wished upon the evening star, every night she wished harder than the last. She would say, “Oh please oh please oh pleaaaasssee let me be human! I want to have two feet with ten toes and have two hands and a nose and everything! I want to learn to dance with the humans!”
This little duck was different from all the other ducks, she wanted a larger life, the other ducks were simply content with drifting on a pond and eating small insects. They would frown upon her dreams and wild aspirations, even her mother duck shunned her.
One night a man approached this little duck and granted her wish, he gave her a special pendant which allowed her to transform into a girl. Duck travelled to Paris to enrol in a ballet academy to learn to dance and live her dream. Along the way she made new many new friends: Piqué and Lille, who followed her everywhere and were almost always the epicentre of all her troubles. Rue her kind and extremely talented roommate and prima ballerina. Mytho the amber eyed wonder, the most loved young man of the academy. He was an exceptional dancer and adored for his innocence by the ladies. Autor the inter-personal bookworm. Drosselmeyer, the old man who works in the library but also holds tea parties in mental limbo. Mister Cat the strange but brilliant ballet and French tutor, who is a bumbling ball of sexual tension. Then there is Fakir, head boy of the academy, gifted dancer and academic wonder. Fakir was loved by the females of the academy for his rugged angsty mood, but he had a strange refinement about him. Duck was both frustrated and infatuated with Fakir, although if she realised what this young man would do for her in the future, they would both treat each other with more understanding and kind emotions.
The opening night of the academy’s production Sleeping Beauty, will change the little Duck’s life forever. And yet the legacy of the little Duck’s heart, will go on.
“I wonder what that means? Is this story here, possibly predicting the future of the lives of our own characters? Maybe… I’m not sure precisely” he got up and stretched. While he was doing so, Drosselmeyer kicked the next cup onto the cog, “I just want to get this finished now…”
A few years had passed and the mayor’s adopted daughter was beginning to show promising skills in her dancing. The mayor did not approve of this dancing as she was a very delicate girl, who required apparent extra care. She was tired of the small town she had lived in all her life and wanted a larger life with more opportunities. So one day she packed her bags and ran away to a Ballet Academy, with the help of her mother Rue enrolled in the Paris Ballet Academy.
“Wait… what? That looks like the exact same town that Mytho and Fakir came from…” then it hit Drosselmeyer like a brick, “my dear word… Rue. Rue is the premature baby that was rescued from Colette’s stomach… which means” He grasped his hair tightly and yelled incredulously, “Rue is Fakir’s sister! I have a niece!!!”
“That you do dear father…” Drosselmeyer screamed and leapt up from his chair, falling off backwards doing so. He tumbled over the edge of the chair and onto his face, “I do worry about you father dear…”
“Well you shouldn’t! I am perfectly fine by myself thank you!… anyway, “he stood up and brushed himself off, adjusting his hat, “who are you and how did you get into my abode?” he turned around and his facial expression dropped disdainfully, “oh… it’s you”
Carabosse stood before Drosselmeyer wearing a fine tuxedo jacket over his awkward flamboyant clothing, he stood unperturbed and adjusting his shirt cuffs, “why sound so condescending? Aren’t you pleased to see me so dressed up?” Drosselmeyer snapped his fingers and gave an exasperated sigh, the cog disappeared along with the large chair.
“No. To be frank, no”
“Well okay Frank, if you prefer to be called that” Drosselmeyer harshly turned his back to Carabosse and began to fume back to his tea table, Carabosse slyly in pursuit.
“Why have you come back here you fool”
“Why, why, why… who what when how? People are always asking me questions! It is becoming a little frustrating if you ask me”
“I wasn’t asking you”
“Yes you did, you said why have you come back here?”
“But I didn’t ask you how you felt about me posing the question towards you,” he spun around and pointed, “therefore YOU are at fault” Carabosse shrugged and kept walking towards the table. This was peculiar to Drosselmeyer, Carabosse had never brushed off an argument before. He traipsed after his son, “you don’t seem too worried about this do you?”
“No, I’m not” he sighed happily. A shiver was sent down his spine hearing the weird change in tone.
“I see” he raised a brow and spotted his tea table in the distance, this Increased his walking speed.
“I won’t bother asking if you want to know, because it is quite clear that you do” Drosselmeyer leapt into his chair at the head of the table, feeling less unnerved by the familiar area. Carabosse however, didn’t seat himself.
“Don’t you want a seat?” Carabosse glanced over the table and chairs, he snorted and rolled his eyes.
“No, I planned on staying for only a little while. Just to tell you the news”
“What news?” Drosselmeyer squinted. Carabosse smiled, baring his slightly pointed teeth.
“I have 100% access to this story now” Drosselmeyer became limp in his seat and for the first time in his life had experienced total fear. Two familiar figures walked out of the darkness, shadows being wiped off their pale faces though still swirling in their eerie eye colour. Mytho and Rue stood either side of Carabosse, who was laughing wildly. Drosselmeyer shrunk into his seat as the three advanced on him, “all of this, haha guess what? All of this is now in my command!” he slid over the edge of his chair and hid behind the arm, cowering like an injured dog, “and that means… I don’t need you anymore, DAD” he tossed the chair aside and Drosselmeyer began to scramble backwards on his bottom, “I heard opening night is coming up soon… I decided I would get rid of you before the dress rehearsals” Drosselmeyer patted his pocket and felt the shape of a glass tube, digging his hand into his pocket he fumbled around for the tube cork, he flipped it off and tipped out one bead and held it in his hand. Carabosse thrust his hand around Drosselmeyer’s neck and with unearthly power lifted him off the ground and high above his head; Drosselmeyer didn’t struggle, although he had great difficulty breathing he didn’t struggle, “so this is where we say our goodbyes father, too bad…”
“Goodbye?” Drosselmeyer rolled his eyes and chuckled. Carabosse frowned, “my boy, this is only the beginning.” Drosselmeyer tossed the bead at the floor and as it collided with the floor a large cloud of purple blinded Mytho, Rue and Carabosse. He released Drosselmeyer who plummeted towards the floor, not wasting any time he dashed off with great speed for a man of his age into the darkness. He held another bead between his finger and thumb, “I remember how much I adore using these fellows! Now I know why they were so useful!” He huffed and puffed, he could hear the trio yelling and running after him. Throwing the bead it bounced off the floor and created an opening in the void, swirling colours and mist inviting him in. Drosselmeyer leapt through the hole as it began to close. Carabosse yelled as he reached out to grab the coat, he grasped the fabric at the bottom of Drosselmeyer’s coat. The hole closed upon Carabosse’s right hand, removing it completely from his wrist and he grunted in pain.
Inspecting his wrist he sneered as it began to regrow out of accumulated shadows, soon he had his hand back.
He snarled at the space where Drosselmeyer had escaped. He then relaxed a little and began to chuckle, “oh… this is most certainly JUST, the beginning”
