Beaulieu Antiquités

Lune De Minuit

The streets of Bordeaux were quiet, even more quieter inside of the store known as Beaulieu Antiquités, not for long however.

The antique clocks all ticked in rhythm as the seconds went by, creating a creepy beat. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

The night was cloudy, yet the moonlight seemed to light up the entire shop from the window.

Midnight arrived, and the clocks, time in general, seemed to stand still. Just for a moment. Then they continued ticking. Tick, tick tick tick.

It was very creepy. A little bit unsettling. Everything seemed to be still, yet there was a obvious change in the air.

A white smoke like substance began to take form in the corner of the room, next to a full length mirror in the corner.

The smoke took the form of a beautiful woman, wearing a beautiful dress. She turned to look in the mirror and quickly fixed her hair.

She might have been first, but she knew for certain who was going to be second. The woman was somehow transparent, and looked straight out of the 18th century.

"Ma chér Mademoiselle Louise." A man said, appearing next to her in puff of white smoke and snaking a arm around her shoulders.

"You must not dwell on your looks, you look perfect. Very beautiful." He added kissing her hand.

"In your dreams, Herman. We've been over this." She said pulling her hand away from him and walking away from the mirror. "It is, technically, in my dreams." The man chuckled.

He walked after her, rather, he floated after her. His feet didn't really touch the ground.

"Leave her alone Herman." Another man said, appearing in the middle of the room. A women appeared next to him, holding his hand.

"I just want what you two have." He said motioning to the couple. "Then try not chasing after me like a serial killer stalks it's victim." The women said from behind him. They all laughed.

White smoke appeared every where, and dozens of people took form. Everyone looked happy, and greeted each other like old friends.

Someone turned on the old record player, and music filled the shop. People began to dance. Laughter and cheers echoed in the large space.

"Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?" Herman asked. Louise rolled her eyes, "I suppose, mais juste pour une seconde." She replied taking his hand and allowing him to lead her. What was one dance turned into two, and before they knew it they had been dancing together for two hours.

Everyone looked happy, chatting with each other or dancing to the old record playing. It seemed to be a great party, more guests appeared of puffs of smoke every few minutes.

Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. They were laughing, they were cheerful, they were partying, and talking. It was like a big Christmas party. Everyone was having fun.

...all except one lone figure, sitting on the vintage love seat next to the window.