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    Monday, April 23, 2007
    chapter 5
    Susie was braiding Alice's hair and was totally absorbed in her thoughts when Alice suddenly said, "Susie, did you note Count Damien's son?"
    Startled a little by this interruption of her musings she only said, "What?"
    Alice said, "His son, that red haired boy that was out in the stables with the horses earlier." Susie felt the color draining out of her face and then getting red. Alice must have seen this in the mirror and said "Susie? Are you all right? I have never seen anyone change color so quickly."
    Susie swallowed and weakly said, "That was his son? Oh no...."
    Alice was intrigued, "Why Susie, didn't you know that that was his son?"
    Susie said, "No, and I hit him in the face."
    Alice was horrified, " Susie, why on earth would you hit someone even if they weren't the son of a count?"
    Susie was indignant and retorted, "He was saying the rudest meanest things about you, Quentin, and Quentin's fiance Claudia, and when I confronted him he just basically said it again, so I hit him!"...

    Susie growled to herself in frustration. Ever since that fatal afternoon when she had slapped Phillip he had given her no peace and no chance to avoid him either!
    Everyday he was at the door asking for her and giving her a flower (or sixteen), or a necklace, or some bracelets and behaving perfectly like a gentleman.
    But she still didn't like him because he was always saying how graceful that necklace makes her neck look, or telling her how pretty her chocolate hair is, or saying how much he loves her violet eyes, and on top of the fact that he hadn't yet apologized for insulting Quentin, Alice, and Claudia, he was always simply dripping with every simpering flattery that ever was said (and she hated to be flattered).
    She suddenly heard someone walking up behind her, and afraid it was Phillip she quickly turned around and with relief saw that it was Christopher.
    "Hello Christopher" she said, thankful for something to take her mind off of her predicament. Then he handed her a clumsily wrapped package and said, "Here, happy birthday Susie." For a second she was taken by surprise, and then she took it and said "Thank you Christopher, what is it?" He laughed and his pale green eyes twinkled, and he said, "If I told, then you wouldn't be surprised would you?" She smiled and opened the package and inside was a small dagger with a slim sharp blade about 5" long and set in the hilt was a single purple pebble polished to such an extent that it flashed just like a jewel would.
    "Oh Christopher!" She breathed, "It's beautiful!...Thank you so much!" Then partly because she was so happy, partly because he was her best friend, and partly because she didn't know what else to say, she suddenly threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug.
    A loud "Ahem!" brought her to her senses and red faced she whipped around and what she saw chilled her.
    It was Phillip, but he had undergone an appalling change since the last time she'd seen him. His eyes which were normally wide and blue were almost green, and were slitted with jealousy, but worst of all was the hatred which burned out of them in a clear, steady flame when he looked at Christopher.
    "H-hello Master Phillip." Susie could barely comprehend that one single person was even capable of that much hatred. His gaze switched to Susie and the hatred faded out with extraordinary speed. "Here, happy birthday Susie," he said handing her an expensive looking, tightly wrapped package, but his tone, though not lacking in sincerity, was rather cold and had a bitter edge to it. Christopher, who looked about ready to die from embarrassment, walked quickly out of the room,
    and Susie who had regained her composure by now said, "Thank you Master Phillip." A flash of annoyance flitted across his face and she noticed with a start that the hatred was gone.
    She shuddered at how skillfully he hid his true temperament and he said, "Susie, how many times must I tell you to call me Phillip?" She smiled and opened the package and inside was the most beautiful little box! It was pearl, and just big enough to cover her palm and painted on it was little bouquets of violets!
    "Oh..." she gasped in spite of herself, "It's beautiful!" He then reached forward and gently took it out of her hand and said, "But that's not all." Then he opened it and inside was the most beautiful, and least practical ring she had ever seen! It was a thick gold band set with sapphires, but on the top was an amethyst carved into the shape of a swan! He took it out of her hand and said, "Susie, will you be mine?"
    She was stunned. Was this boy whom she had known all of a week actually asking her to marry him?
    "Uh,ah, what?" was all she could manage to choke out in her shock.
    "Yes, Susie, will you marry me?" She looked into those wide blue eyes and finally regaining her powers of speech, she firmly, resolutely, and calmly said, "No."
    His eyes got wider than she could have believed possible and the shock that was registering in them caused a tiny deeply buried little spiteful part of herself to be glad. Now it was his turn to sputter and be in shock, and from the look of disbelief and thwarted anger in his eyes she guessed that he'd never been told, nor had expected to be told "No" about anything in pretty much his whole life. She was half afraid to look into those eyes as she expected to see that horrible, poisonous, devouring hatred pouring out onto her, but when she looked she simply saw icy, confused, and angry, disbelief. She wondered how he could be so easily swayed by his emotions: One moment he was simply radiating poison and death, the next kindness and "affection", and then suddenly ice, and confused anger.
    He started to say something but his voice caught and he bowed his head and said, "Wh-why?" She had hoped to not have to elaborate on her reasons but she said "Because Mas- I mean Phillip, I have barely known you a week for one thing, and...well, ah that is to say that I don't think that I like you well enough to marry you...or rather at all really..." Then dropping her eyes she almost whispered "I hope you understand" If she were looking up at him she would have seen the look of calculating, stubborn, anger on his face when he hissed, "Maybe you just need a few days to think it over." through gritted teeth. She almost rolled her eyes in disgust at his thick-headedness, but instead she just got up, and as she left the room he handed her the box and ring and said, "Here Susie. Whether you accept me or not, this is your birthday present."
    With that he walked out of the room angry, but not at all defeated.

      posted at 10:28 AM

    Tuesday, April 03, 2007
    Chapter 4
    Chapter 4

    Count Damien glared at the wall of his coach. He was in a bad mood. He'd been having way too much trouble holding his lands together lately. It seemed that no one cared that the men he executed "so regularly" were criminals. Only that there were so many of them...
    His thoughts were interrupted by Duncan, (who as his eldest son was) his favorite child. "What Dun-" a new voice interrupted and Phillip his youngest and most spoiled child said
    "Ugh Father! Don't pretend that you do not know that we've arrived!" Damien turned an icy glare on his 19 year old son and through gritted teeth he said "Phillip, if you embarrass me here tonight no matter what your mother says I will tan your freckled hide!"
    At this his daughter Claudia (who was getting married) cut in and said "Oh father, please don't be too hard on Phillip! You know how immature little children tend to be." Phillip almost pouted but instead gave his older sister a murderous glare. Duncan snickered but just then the carriage creaked to a stop and Phillip shot out the door like a wild animal from a cage, "Probably to see the stables as always," Count Damien thought as he assisted Claudia out. Then he went to greet Baron Jonathan and Lady Elizabeth.

    Susie was walking back to the house from fetching Quentin out of the woods for Lady Elizabeth when she saw a strange carriage pull up in front of the house. She realized that it must be Quentin's fiance and then she decided that since the company was being greeted she should probably go past the stable to the back door.
    She was almost to the back door when she heard a boy with flaming red hair saying something that made her stop in her tracks. "Well" the boy was saying "Baron Jon found bossy old Claudia for his bookworm girly boy of a son, so maybe there's hope for his hair brained, scrawny, freckle faced little girl Alice."
    Susie was so indignant that momentarily her bashfulness deserted her and she walked over to him and drawing herself up she said "how dare you, a stable boy to speak about a Baron's children that way!" At that he whirled around and said "What?" For a second Susie almost quailed as he was a full head taller than herself, then she remembered how rudely he had spoken about Quentin and Alice and she merely stepped back. He on the other hand was obviously surprised and said "What did you just say to me?"
    Susie again drew herself up and said "I said how dare you speak that way about Baron Jonathan's children? Besides being rude it's also cowardly to say such things behind their backs!" He seemed to have recovered from his shock and he said, "Would you rather that I say it to their faces? Besides, I wasn't talking about you." This he said in such a tone that before Susie knew what was happening something flared up inside of her and she hit him right across the mouth!
    Shocked at herself for being so angry and exteremely embarassed for her boldness, she then turned and ran into the house not stopping until she reached the bedroom that she shared with Alice.

      posted at 6:02 PM

    Tuesday, March 27, 2007
    chapter 3
    As Kaitlyn is away I am filling in for her and posting chapter 3 to my blog instead of hers

    Susie was getting exasperated. Miss Alice was being cranky today and to top off her bad mood that awful disgusting Count Damien (whoever he was) had had 2 men hanged in the market
    "Hmph" she said to no one in particular and finished taking her hair down for her bath. As she washed, she reflected on her day, apart from Alice, and seeing those men hung- oh she would like to give that disgusting monster a piece of her mind!
    She got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself, and peeking out of the bathroom to make sure noody was near she ran across the hall to her room.
    Once she was dried off she looked through her rather small wardrobe and picked out her best dress (she had been instucted to wear her best clothes as the young lady who was marrying Baron Jonathan's eldest son was visiting with her father and two of her brothers tonight), The sky blue one with the violet sash that matched her eyes exactly would do.
    When she was done she combed her long brown hair out and braided it, and as she braided her hair she idly wondered, who could the father of the bride be?

      posted at 2:51 PM

    Monday, March 19, 2007
    Chapter 2
    Count Damien ran his hands through his hair and uttered a frustrated growl. He was middle aged, with 7 children, 3 girls and 4 boys and his oldest daughter was getting married soon, so his life wasn't easy at the moment .
    His perusals of some old records was interrupted by the captain of his guards. "Sire" he said bowing low. "What is it Reginald?" he replied only mildly irritated as the documents were very tedious and rather boring.
    "Sire," he said again, "We have discovered something horrible." Now Count Damien was intrigued. "What?" he inquired. Reginald faltered a little. "Well...We have discovered that...ah, your page has been black mailing your bodyguard."
    Count Damien's eyes narrowed, he clenched his jaw, and barely managed to keep a handle on his anger. "What...has William...been blackmailing Roger about?" His voice was controlled but anyone could have heard the anger. The guard was obviously frightened but he continued:
    "Apparently William was angry at you about something and he had caught Roger disobeying you," Reginald stopped and swallowed. He was sweating with nervousness and when giving the count bad news you were likely to be included in the punishment just because he was in a vengeful mood. "Then-"

    Count Damien stood up and screamed "Kill them both!!!" Reginald tried to say something about Roger, but Count Damien just cut him off with "I will tolerate neither blackmailers nor those weak enough to allow themselves to be blackmailed!"

      posted at 5:58 PM

    Thursday, March 15, 2007
    chapter 1
    As Kaitlyn is not going to be posting the story anymore I have added the first chapter from her blog for convenience.

    A few years later.
    Christopher sat up in bed and almost screamed. Gasping and covered in sweat, he still had nightmares of his father’s glazing eyes, and the fire which destroyed all of their belonging that the Guards couldn't carry away. He climbed out of his uncomfortable bed and pulled on his loose shirt and his patched brown pants, and walked into the garden to bathe.
    As he washed himself in the small but clean pond provided by Baron Jonathan for the men to use for bathing, he reflected on the past few years he had come to live with his aunt and uncle. They had taken him in- as a servant. "It's not so bad" he thought as he dressed and headed into the house to start his chores.
    He went in through the back door and almost collided with Helen, the scullery maid. Helen was a big boned redhead who had sent several rude alley boys home with a bloody nose or swollen face to remember her by. So as he passed he said "sorry Hel' didn't see you."
    Upon entering the kitchen he saw Susie. She was a quiet, petite girl with chocolate brown hair who was Christopher's cousin Alice's maid. "Christopher, Miss Alice would like to know where you hid her dressing gown today?" He rolled his eyes and replied. "If you two would look where it belongs, you would not think I hid it." But she shook her head and got down on her knees to check way back in the pantry anyways.
    Christopher rolled his eyes again and studied her. She was about 5'3" he estimated and as she started to get up off of her knees he took her arm and she tossed her thick long braids over her shoulder, which almost made him lose his balance. Then with a red face she hurried out of the kitchen.
    Suddenly felt someone watching him and with horrified apprehension he turned and saw Helen standing in the kitchen doorway but before he could think of something to say, she just "humphed" and with a look she stalked back out into the barnyard.

      posted at 8:27 AM

    Wednesday, March 14, 2007
    Story: prologue
    Christopher was running, gasping and half-crazed with fear. He fell to the ground, tripped by a plank in the road and lay there without the will or the strength to get up, as fear and sorrow leeched them both away.
    As he lay there trying to scream, someone grabbed his arm and started running, pulling him along. He looked up and saw his father! Then a new sound assailed him. He looked back and saw the King's Guard chasing them. He could hear their boots pounding the worn pavement, their bloodstained sabres slapping and clanking in their sheaths.
    Now he screamed and a strength he never knew he had surged through him. His father pulled him into an alley and after several sharp turns he dodged into a deserted shack. As they climbed up into the loft they heard the Guard searching, their voices muffled by the smog and thick night air.
    "Christopher!" his father was saying, "I most likely will not live through this night." Christopher could not find words to voice his sorrow so his father went on. "Pay attention! Take this letter and this box." With that he handed Christopher a small puzzle box and a sealed envelope. "But Christopher," his father said, "if these fall into the hands of Count Damien you are doomed."
    As he started to say something else they heard a shot. Christopher's father slumped over dead.

      posted at 9:06 AM

    Monday, February 19, 2007
    A silly story that I wrote and Mom insisted that I post
    Once upon a time there was a child called Bad Little Boy, His Mom and Dad told him to be good but he was bad anyways. One day his Mom and Dad said "Lets go out to dinner and leave our Bad Little Boy in the capable care of his Very Irritable Big Sister, his Not Very Irritable Big Sister, and his Very Patient Big Brother." So they called the big siblings before them and said "We are going out to dinner and you are going to watch your Bad Little Brother and make sure that he doesn't get into trouble." But once his Mom and Dad had left get into trouble is just what he did! he smashed a lamp with his favorite picture frame, he threw Not So Irritable Big Sister's pillows and blankets out the window, he jumped up and down in his muddy rain boots on Very Patient Big brother's bed,and he made a scarecrow out of Very Irritable Big sister's brand new ball dress, and expensive fancy shoes! "That is IT!!!!!!" Very Irritable Big Sister cried and with that she snagged him by his shirt and tied him to a chair. Bad Little Boy was very nervous to say the least and as the big Sib's argued over what to do with him he thought over what he had done.
    Then Very Irritable Big Sister untied him and marched him into the attic and locked it behind him.
    A few hours later Mom and Dad got home and noticed the nice and quiet state of things and immediately demanded to know what they had done with Bad Little Boy. Quite calmly Very Irritable Big Sister explained that he had been bad so they put him in a sort of time out.
    When Mom and Dad saw Bad Little Boy they decided to lock him down in the basement for the rest of his bad little life and then they fed him leftover coffee and moldy buiscuts and lived happily ever after without him.
    by Deanna .C.

      posted at 11:13 AM

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