Trick Or Treat

Trick Or Treat - Chapter 8 - Unbelievable rubbish just had to come true.

'Ello, ma cheries-- 

NEARLY A BLOODY MONTH, SINCE THE UPDATE. So sorry, but-- well, stuff's going on.

Trick Or Treat is BACK, however. 

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In the last episode;-- (j'ks, chapter) 

“Guys, shut the hell up and just get me out of here. My head feels like it’s about to split.” Olivia murmured.

I glared at the two brothers, before nodding. “Exactly.”

They looked at each other and nodded. Psycho telepaths, much?

“The thing is..” Lucas began.

“That we can’t do that for you.” Teo ended, with a smirk.

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Chapter 8; Unbelievable rubbish just had to come true.

Diana's POV

"Guys, stop with the bloody joking, and if you're not going to be gentlemen and drop off two single ladies in the middle of the night to their own homes, at least let them go by THEMSELVES." I growled, glancing at Olivia.

Poor her, why did I let her stay with this arse of a Teodor?

"Diana. We're serious. We can't let you go. You've seen too much, as it is." Lucas sighed, shaking his head at Teodor. "Thanks to Mr Teodor Bayard Gaudet, here, of course."

"Bloody forgetting the ungourten issue, it's not like I killed and raped 200 women, you stupid little boy." Teodor replied back to Lucas.

"He's.. like a year younger than you. Show some respect, will ya?" I fired back.

He snorted, and shook his head. "Poor Diana."

"What, poor Diana?" I retorted.

"We'll tell you later. Everything. If-- they find it appropriate, that is." Lucas replied quietly, before taking a curl of hair behind his ear.

"WHO IS 'THEY'? I screeched, aggravated with this goddang confusion.

"The royalty, of course." Teo says, matter-of-factly.

"Now you guys know the Queen Elizabeth the Second." I muttered to myself.

"As a matter of fact, we do, actually, but she's not the royalty I was referring to." Teo says, breaking my deep thoughts.

"The Thai King? I've heard he's pretty nice?" I replied, still tired, and trying to think of who these people were.

"It does not concern you at the moment, Diana, so will you please drop it, and just take Olivia to the house, so that we could perhaps treat all of her wounds carefully?" Lucas interrupts.

"Jesus Christ, and now we BOTH get used? No, no, no, no, no. I am not letting you get ANYWHERE near Olivia, at ANY cost. Cleared, Gaudet boys?" 

"Oui, mademoiselle Blanche." Teodor grinned. I really have to get a new nickname for him, his name is too long to think about!

"Oh, stop with the French formalities or I'll start cursing you in Cantonese." I said, gritting my teeth. This was really getting nowhere.

"Never, I am a French, and I shall talk with French etiquette." he grinned.

"And make love like a wild Indian cheetah, hey?" I teased.

"I didn't have sex with her, ey, okay?" he sobered back. Yeah right.

"Explain the blood, her all woozy and feeling so amazing and the ripped expensive new dress."

A growl came from Lucas and his words rang to Teodor. I'd whimper and run away if they were directed to me in that voice.

"You filthy lout, I know, maybe my birth wasn't the best thing ever, maybe I'm not the perfect brother who has the same ideas about women, maybe I shouldn't have whined about so many things when I was younger, MAYBE, I should have just been a stillborn and not have responded to the ceremonial ritual when I knew I was despised by you, BUT. DEAL WITH IT, I'M HERE. Don't make me clean up your fucking messes, or I'll make sure you're going to get your trial for your crimes. Enough. Is. Enough." 

"Wooooooowwww dude. Crazy Shakespeare side acting up again?" Teodor responded, apparently unaffected by his scary-ass attitude. 

"Diana, if you'll co-operate, you will feel no pain, whatsoever, and we can come to the house, and Olivia will be treated with utmost care and no lustful intentions whatsoever from me, the most capable in the house for treating any sort of physical damages." 

"Oh no you--" I began, before Lucas's lips suddenly crashed into mine. And I was in an abyss of--darkness. I was fading. Dying. Alone. Screaming, yet with no voice. Scared, but with no fear.

An echo, of my soul. Was I dead. No, but I was falling asleep. And I believe for a very long time.

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Like? Love?

It's a pretty new concept for me-- the unconscious thing, as I've never quite experienced such an interesting phenomenon. Okay, maybe it ain't that cool, but anything I've not experienced, is pretty interesting to me. Except stock investments.

Also; I've seen sort of similar plotlines to mine. Please-- if you'd like to use some basis of my characters or something, I don't mind some minor similarities with attitudes and stuff, but don't try to take plotlines. 

It's pure theft of intellectual property. Thank you. 

04.12.2010 loverslane