《THE COUNT》

the abduction

Zayn stood on a table.
He looked at the crowd of people in the club.
He smiled,
seeing that he was the most popular out of all of them.

Zayn raised his glass,
receiving smiles from everyone.
“Everyone raise a glass!”
They all followed, cheering quietly.

“Well, comrades…
We’ve had our fun.” Zayn spoke, stepping down from the table.
He walked around the crowd of people.
“Lived, laughed, loved.” He pointed out a few.
“Friends of my youth…
when shall we meet again?” He asked quietly,
feeling stares of his good friends.

“I’m going abroad!” Zayn announced,
he made motions of his hands.
“Russia! Has any of you been there?” He asked louder,
no one raised their hands or spoke.
Zayn nodded and smiled.
Balaga had been there but he was too busy with the champagne to raise his hand.

Zayn kept walking until he reached a corner.
His favorite corner.
The women he had known for quite some time.
“Goodbye, my gyspy lovers.
All my revels here are over.” He sat down next to the girls.
They had become a part of his lifestyle.

“Well… goodbye Maria.
Kiss me one last time.” Zayn pleaded, holding her hand.
“Remember me.” A kiss was planted on Zayn’s lips.
He smiled, “There, there…” The girl started to cry.
“Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.” He said to every girl.
“Wish me luck, my gypsy lovers.”
The girls received kisses from Zayn.

Zayn got up and started to walk away.
“Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.” He waved to the girls.
It didn’t hurt him as much as he thought it would.
There was going to be Count Justin in his life.
What more could he ask for?
Zayn knew his life was going to change.
He didn’t know why he wanted Justin.
There had to be a reason.
It was obvious,
Zayn’s emotions could not be controlled.

Was it just Justin?
No, he was just himself.
He could not control anyone’s about him.
Justin was just Justin.
He was just an innocent boy who could not control love.
He was a nice boy…
innocent boy.

Zayn walked away from more of his friends.
Many he had played with.
Others he had cheated.
He gambled with them.
He drank with them.
He partied with them.

Had the young Count change Zayn’s ways?
No one was too certain.
But it seemed like he was changing him.
Zayn was going away to Russia,
he was saying goodbye to former flames.
He was sacrificing his hobbies for Justin.
Was that not love?

Dolokhov thought otherwise.
He knew well what Zayn wanted.
This was neither love nor infatuation.
Justin was a simply obsession to Zayn.
A thing that Zayn wanted to play around with.
The Count was proper,
so he had other ideas.
Idea of marriage to toy around with the Count.

Dolokhov wished he could stop it.
He knew it was too late.
The party had started.
The elopement had begun earlier before he could think about stopping it.

Dolokhov wished that Zayn stayed with his wife in Liverpool.
He knew where the wife was,
but did not know where she stayed in Liverpool.

The whole story of Zayn living in London,
was not a long one.
The Kuragins tried their hardest to shape up Zayn.
They tried with Selena,
but she had married a rich man.
What could they do about her?
The family started to focus on Zayn, the player.

Zayn had an arranged marriage between him a Princess,
Princess Bolkonsky.
Their families hoped it would straighten out Zayn,
it did not work. 
He would leave his wife alone for days on end,
he would party and cheat.
There was a rumor that he and his sister had an affair.
Some would still question it.