France, 1712
Elizabeth Buquet on the small swing in the garden outside her house, a book in her lap. The Buquet family was rather wealthy, and in some way or another, distant relatives of the royal family. Elizabeth looked up from her book to Isabelle, her four year-old daughter, who was chasing the cat around the yard.
"Maman! Maman!" Isabelle exclaimed as she captured the cat in her small arms, bounding up to her mother.
Elizabeth smiled and closed the book, picking the small child up and holding her in a warm embrace, "What is it, cher?"
The toddler let go of the cat and it ran back towards the house, disappearing from sight. "Mr. Charles said that there were monsters in town! And that they came out at night and stole little girls away! Is that true, maman?"
She sighed, Charles was her husband's bestfriend, who just loved to tease little Isabelle. "Don't fret, Isa." She cooed, stroking the distraught child's hair, "Mr. Charles was only teasing you. There are no monsters." Elizabeth smiled, "And if there are, I'll keep you safe, little one."
Isabelle hugged her mother's neck, kissing her cheek, "I love you, maman."
"I love you too, Isabelle. Now run along inside and wash up for dinner. Papa will be home soon." Elizabeth shooed off her daughter, standing up from the swing. She watched as the little girl went inside before her comforting smile turned to a frown, and she closed her eyes.
"You really shouldn't lie to your daughter, Elizabeth." Came a velvety, male voice behind her.
"I would rather lie to her than scare her." Elizabeth replied coolly, turning around slowly to face the man before her. He was tall and handsome, and stayed in the dark shadows of the trees. His eyes were pitch black, and his hair brown and tousled. His skin was paler than natural, and his cocky grin was absolutely infuriating. “What do you want, Comte?”
The Comte Jacques Saint-Germain chuckled and ran a finger down the side of the younger woman’s face, “Lizzie dear, you’ve become so hostile. Is that what married life has done to you?”
“Leave, Jacques.” The usually soft-spoken woman snapped, “I don’t want you around my daughter.”
His sharp fangs shone in the darkness, almost glimmering, “You never visit me anymore, Lizzie.” The vampire man pouted.
The Comte Jacques Saint-Germain chuckled and ran a finger down the side of the younger woman’s face, “Lizzie dear, you’ve become so hostile. Is that what married life has done to you?”
“Leave, Jacques.” The usually soft-spoken woman snapped, “I don’t want you around my daughter.”
His sharp fangs shone in the darkness, almost glimmering, “You never visit me anymore, Lizzie.” The vampire man pouted.
“Our friendship ended long ago, you know that…” Elizabeth sighed, crossing her arms.
He narrowed his eyes, “Because you had to go and ‘fall in love’. Bah, love.” He rolled his eyes, “Lizzie, you need to live a little.” He stumbled a bit and realized then that the vampire was drunk.
“You’re drunk, Jacques. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s a drunken vampire. Get out of here before Erik sees you. Or worse, Isabelle.” Elizabeth hit Jacques lightly on the shoulder, “Please?”
He pouted again, “Fine, you lousy, boring housewife.” He turned on his heel, “I’ll get you to have fun again, trust.”
“Insolent little leach…” Elizabeth huffed before gathering up her skirts and rushing back up to her house, looking over her shoulder to see no trace of her dear friend. She frowned and went inside.
He pouted again, “Fine, you lousy, boring housewife.” He turned on his heel, “I’ll get you to have fun again, trust.”
“Insolent little leach…” Elizabeth huffed before gathering up her skirts and rushing back up to her house, looking over her shoulder to see no trace of her dear friend. She frowned and went inside.
(This may or may not be to be continued. I sort of like it... Anywhoodles, DFTBA or whatever.)
