'Douce Mort' French for sweet death
THIS BOOK IS IN ENGLISH
There was a girl. She lived with the Vangove family the majority of her life. She was separated from her biological family at a young age and was founded by a neighbor of the Vangove. The...
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Piter. Pater. Piter. Pater. The rain hit the roof of the tomb. The tomb made of pearly white marble and grey cobblestone with the Vonto and Vangove name on top. Three years ago the tomb was built. Three years ago the family stopped the old fight. Three years ago the Vonto family was never the same. Three years ago all the gala's stopped. Three years ago...the Vangove was never the same. Even after three years, no one could recover from her death. Some said, the kill was organized by the other. Other said, they forced her. Though. . . the fact was that she off-ed herself. Strangulation. Age of 19, the lady known as Katarina Peters was found to actually be Puritas Vonto. The medical examiner's declared that she strangled herself with a noose. No, the other family didn't force her. No, it wasn't organized. It was her choice and she made it.
Natus went to the tomb carrying the Glen Garry whiskey, but with him was a girl. The girl's name was Ara, Ara Peters, she had wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes. For a girl her age, the age of five, she could never understand why Natus cried on this day. December 20.
"Na-Natus, when will we be there?" Ara asked, she pulled on his, black and red, suit. Ara wore her favorite blue dress and a locket. Natus looked at Ara, only to smile. The smile long forgotten hidden for years, just because of that event.
"Here we are, Ara. Please, make sure you come back to this spot in an hour." Natus eyes filled with worry. He knew that he had to make sure he made the right choice, this time around.
"Yes, Natus."
"Go on then." Natus chuckled, a forced chuckle, but Ara would never know the difference. Ara ran off toward Clara, Ara's friend since she was born.
Natus looked at the tomb. Vonto & Vangove Toujours. The tomb, that the families shared. The tomb that held her, Katarina Peters. But to Natus it will always hold Puritas Vonto, the sister he thought he lost. With his free left hand, he opened the tomb to then be startled by bats.
"I see her humour didn't died with her." He muttered, even knowing no one would hear. Natus sat on the bench next to her casket and opened the Glen Garry whiskey.
A sip for sorrows. A sip for his family's misfortune. A sip for the Vonto family. A sip for Alfred, the butler. A sip for himself. A sip for Ater Vangove, God knows what he's up to. A sip for...Ara. Soon sips turned to gulps, he didn't stop he didn't want to. Angry at the world. Angry at himself. Angry that he allowed this to happen, that he had to hear it happened. Angry that he didn't bust the door down, but merely knocked and pounded on the door. Most of all, he was sorry. Sorry that he only knocked on the door. Sorry that he pushed her away from him. Sorry that he pushed her away from the person she loved.
"Arrrrrgh!!!" Rage. One word. Rage filled Natus mind. He threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall. He knew that this would be where he breaks. "This what you wanted?!? For me to feel it is my fault? For me to feel I was to blame? Well. . . you win. I miss you. Ara will never meet you. She will never meet her crazy aunt. We all miss you. Your laugh. Your smile. Your joy. We need you. . . and as much as it kills me to say this but. . . Vangove needs you."
"Natus, are you okay?" Ara asked, tugging on Natus's suit.
"I am alright. Let's go Ara."
"But," Ara looked at the casket, never did she noticed the casket. Never did she know what was behind the doors of the tomb. "W-who is in the casket? Are they dead? Why is glass on the floor? Who is the lady?"
"Ara," Natus sighed heavily, knowing that Ara would find out no matter what. It was then did he know he couldn't protect her forever. "Ara, the person in the casket is Katarina Peters, or also known as Puritas Vonto. She was my sister, in love with Ater Vangove. She was taken by Lud Peters. Only found out she was my sister for two years before...she died. I loved her, she loved me. She spoke french, latin, greek, almost any language she liked the sound of, she always prefered french and latin the most."
"I am sorry Natus, I should not have asked. I made you cry." Natus raised his hand to his face to feel the cold, wet, tears he had cried.
"Ara. . . let's go see Ater." Natus pulled Ara close and walked out of the tomb. Leaving the broken glass. Leaving the casket. Leaving the tomb. But, most of all. . . leaving Katarina Peters, Puritas Vonto. To see the man he never truly liked, Ater Vangove.
