《THE COUNT》

preparations

Zayn paced through the streets of London.
He was trying to get away,
from whom,
he did not know.
There was people watching him,
news broke out in the other side of London.
Zayn Kuragin was going to marry again.

He roamed the streets,
without a clue what he was actually doing.
Zayn was trying to find the spot,
where he would meet his troika driver.
The driver was fast,
it would not take him long.
He was the fastest one ever known.

Zayn stopped suddenly,
he was in front of a club.
The same club where Jason shot Dolokhov.
He saw a man stumble out of the club.
Zayn knew immediately who it was.
The man couldn’t get off alcohol for one day.
It was embarrassing.
Zayn chuckled to himself.

The man could not be stopped by this,
he hurried away.
Jason could not see him,
Zayn had to meet Dolokhov quickly and go away.

It was too late.
Jason stumbled toward Zayn.
“Ah, Zayn!” He called out, slurring Zayn’s name.
“Where are you off to?” He slurred every other word.
Zayn scoffed quietly at the drunken man.

“Jason, good man…” Zayn brought Jason close to him,
he did not look at the man in his eyes.
“Tonight, I go away, on an adventure.” He explained,
making motions in the air.
Jason did not understand, he tried his best.
“I’ve found a new pleasure,” He brought up Justin.
“and I’m taking him away.” Zayn confessed about the elopement.
The man would not remember.
“I’ll send you a letter,
from Russia.”

Jason laughed,
not being able to control himself.
“You marrying a sissy boy?” Zayn nodded.
Jason cackled, setting his hand on his chubby belly.
There were tears in his eyes.
“Ha! An elopement!” He shouted,
“Fool! You are married already!”
Zayn cringed, remembering his wife.
He had completely forgotten about her.
He didn’t even know where she was.

Zayn pushed Jason aside,
“Don’t talk to me of that!” He said in the same voice he used on Justin.
“I will not deprive myself of this one, Jason!
Tonight, I will be taking him!” Zayn raised his voice,
using his fake posh voice.
“Lend me £50?”

Jason sighed,
pulling out a big sum of money.
He divided them apart,
one hand having more than the other.
Zayn smirked.
He grabbed the one with more money.

Jason stared at him while Zayn did it.
He rolled his eyes,
setting the £50 into his pocket.
“Ah, that’s a true sage.” Jason spoke,
ignoring the fact Zayn stole more money that was offered.
“Living in the moment,
what I wouldn’t give to be like him.” Jason said to himself.
He wanted to run away with someone he really loved,
Zayn had no problem with that.

Quickly, Zayn left Jason.
He paced down the street.
There was no reason to look back at Jason,
who was drunkenly trying to find his carriage.
The sad, little fat thing.

Zayn had work to do.
He had made the preparations,
he needed to make sure it was all going well.
The plan was working,
it wouldn’t be much longer now.

Not long after walking down the street,
Zayn spotted Dolokhov.
He waved for his friend to come by.
Dolokhov was still healing from Jason’s shot,
his arm was wrapped in bandages and hung.
He was healing nicely,
Jason had sent plently of money to Dolokhov.
Which he used for Zayn’s plan.

“Hello Dolokhov,” Zayn spoke,
he made sure that no one was watching them.
They could not lose this now.
“Are the preparations done?
What are they?
Are they okay?” Zayn bombarded his friend with questions.
Questions that Zayn should have been able to answer on his own.

Dolokhov nodded, pulling out a piece of paper.
Zayn smiled,
knowing it was the whole plan for the abduction.
Everything was going better than Zayn had thought.
Dolokhov had seriously surprised Zayn,
even with his arm almost getting shot off.
He could never disappoint.