Undeserved sufferings of Aleal, perfection alive
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Sleeping beauty
A/N I am so sosorry I stopped updating. It was like inspiration totally left me. But now I'll try to update once a week, well at least once a month for sure:).
I would like to thank: madlodger- I tried my best to describe Aleal's appearance through Marcus eyes, but I forgot to add that Aleal is 5'3 and weighs 100 lbs; DarkFaith; Bookworm565; Kologrim; dont_bite_the_sun- I thought Lara was a cute name, it sounds unreal that I have a reader with a name like that; eroburn
Anyway readers.. the word has such a nice ringing in it it makes my heart leap with joy. Thank you very much for reviewing this.
Chapter 4
Sleeping Beauty
“Marcus, dear, can you please look what your sister is doing?” – Mother’s voice echoes from the kitchen.
“Sure thing, mom” – Lizzie is probably watching TV, or talking with her friends on phone... But, it’s not like I have anything else to do, anyway.
However, as I enter the living room the strangest sight unfolds before my eyes. A thirteen year old pain in my ass, also known as my Lisa Coulter is sitting still and staring at something that is not TV. It is hardly believable, but she is looking though the window!!
“What are you staring at, Liz?”
“Lizzie?”
“Liz??”
Sis doesn’t react until I shout “LIZ!” straight into her ear. When, my little headache jumps up and…bam… falls straight on her ass.
I burst out laughing. NO, really it is too much!
“What!” – Liz is glaring daggers at me and it is quite a sight as she is still sitting on the floor.
“What, no, wait that’s wrong…who were you looking at Lizzie-Mizzie? “
“That’s none of your business, you ass!” – Lizzie’s face is all read, and she goes all defensive – suspicious. I glace though the window and see that weird-looking kid staring at our house, again.
“Why haven’t you told mom or me, that He is here, Lisa?” – stupid girl , who knows what kid wants? (A/N probably a piece of your ass...ok, maybe not my dear Aleal is too innocent for that…)Although he looks harmless enough. Weak and defenseless too.… Why is the boy here anyway? Isn’t he aware how dangerous it is to be outside at this hour? Especially at this district…
Lisa is still grumping something when ,suddenly, I announce:
“I am going out, you are going to the kitchen and helping mom.”
“You can’t go! I won’t let you scare Him away Marcus! You big bear, he belongs to me! Besides, it’s your day to wash dishes! ”
“You must listen to your elders and betters Lizzie” – That’s mom’s favorite phrase.
“Must not, if ‘the elder’ is my bonkers brother” – she retorts, totally ingoring the better part.
“Please go Liz, or I’ll be forced to remember last week’s party.”- Blackmailing is low, but Lisa can be extremely annoying and persistent.
“You can’t do that! That’s so low! You…” –she is still shouting, while I make a tactical retreat.
I put on my jacket and rush outside. Teen is standing straight in front of me, on the other side of road. The kid looks even tinier as I approach him. Boy looks 14 – 15 at most, and has extremely cute and pretty face. Well, Lizzie has a good taste at least. Though I think, she should choose tougher guys - the one’s who could protect her.
Besides, she is way too young for any relationships. And too childish…. She should wait 10 years, or more. Anyway, the beauty…- that is the kid – I am not a perv – looks really strange. Tiny luna child is from head to foot in white – even his long flowing hair is lily-white and glitter like pure silver. Empyreal … that is what I think as I approach him. Luna’s azure eyes are glazed, feverish and full of admiration; what is more, he is shaking like leaf. Maybe I should call an ambulance?
“Hey kid, are you all right?” – No response. When, suddenly, a little teen lifts his arm and touches my chest. His ghostly pale limb is even smaller than my sister’s. God, what a smooth and pale skin…OK raise your head and look into the eyes… Shock and amazement is reflecting in them.Ok, that was a mistake.Shit, now I am hard. Math teacher Susana in pink dress; extremely short pink dress!; snogging director Mc Lane! Gross… at least my obvious interest in teen is gone.
“Look kid, I don’t know what you think, but it is not safe to stand here alone at his hour. Besides, your family must be worried. You should leave. Tell me your address and I’ll drive you home.”
He is hyperventilating. Now, what have I done? Not only…
“Please…” a small whisper escapes his lips and he tries to do something…to sit? To bow?
Suddenly, boy is falling straight onto me. Luckily, I instinctively catch him. The teen barely weights anything, I notice. Maybe he is younger that I thought? Now, I really feel guilty.
Wow... the fabrics are really expensive. He must be one rich kid I think as I pick up the little stalker bridal style and bring him home.
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“Mom! The little kid who has been stalking us is lying unconscious at the living room!” I shout and instantly regret it. That didn’t sound right… Three, two, one…
“Marcus Damian Caligula what have you done to poor child!?” My mother rushes into the room still wearing an apron and holding a knife.
“I haven’t done anything to kid, mom. He just fell unconscious. I think, he is probably sick, mom…” I respond, uncovered worry tinting my voice. Now, that is not really true, seeing as I accidentally! I swear, groped his ass…
I feel like a dirty old man, but now I am not going to wash it at least for a week. Che Che... …
My mother rushes to the figure lying on the sofa, puts her hand on his forehead and commands:
“Marcus, bring me a blanket, a thermometer and a wet cloth. Lizzie dear, take this knife to the kitchen and turn off the gas-stove.”
When did Liz showed up, I wonder… She has a predatory look on her face, not good…
I come back to the living room and see mom talking to someone on the mobile. Lizzie is standing near the boy wearing a dress, excited expression on her face. I almost hear “Can we keep him?” coming from her mouth.
With an “OK. We’ll be waiting” mom ends her conversation and turns to me.
“Marcus, give me that wet cloth ,please. OH, and cover him up. Eat your supper and go to sleep Lizzie.” – she says glancing at the dressed up girl.
“But, mom…” - whining, from the said person.
“You must listen to your elders, Lizzie” – mom sounds tired, but stern.
‘Party’ I mouth at her, and with angry “Fine” sister leaves the room. Rival down …. Ha ha ha – that is my evil lord laugh. OK, let’s get serious.
“Was that boy’s mobile?” – I ask, while tucking little Luna in. I should add, that he looks even more beautiful at lit room – flushed cheeks, pink lips and long white eyelashes – so, lily-white is his natural hair color!
She nods.
“The phone started ringing so I picked it up. His uncle called. Man sounded really worried, so I told him our address. He said that he’ll be here soon to pick Aleal up.”
“Aleal ?”-I raised an eyebrow.
“Strange name, isn’t it? Maybe he’s a foreigner… But, his uncle spoke fluent english…” A confused smile illuminates my mom’s face.
“A rich kid, more likely” I reply watching a new BMW drive into our yard.
“…You think so? Oh …” She too glances though the window.
Suddenly the door bell rings and my mom rushes to great ‘the uncle’.
A middle aged gentleman is standing at the doorway.
His face is expressionless, but eyes betray that he’s worried.
“Mrs. Coulter, I suppose.”
He bends down to kiss mom’s knuckles when she stretches her hand to great him. Mother’s face turns pink and she takes her hand away.
“Well, yes …Please call me Maria… And you are?”
“Jack Morrison. It is a pleasure Maria… I would be honored if madam called me Jack.”
“No I’m… Thank you. Well, please come in, Jack. Aleal is in the living room. Oh, and this is my son, Marcus”
“Sir” – we shake hands and he turns back to mother.
“What is Aleal doing here? Has something happened to him? Please, tell me Maria is lad all right?” Jack sounds truly worried; mom is at a loss so I decide to chime in.
“He…Aleal was standing at in front of our house again, so I went out to speak with him. However, boy had a fever and lost his consciousness as soon as I approached him. Aleal is now resting at our living room. Follow me, and I’ll show you him Mr. Morrison.”
-TBC-
A/N Guess what next chap is about - I'll give you a hint : Memories are what make us - that's the title
I would like to thank: madlodger- I tried my best to describe Aleal's appearance through Marcus eyes, but I forgot to add that Aleal is 5'3 and weighs 100 lbs; DarkFaith; Bookworm565; Kologrim; dont_bite_the_sun- I thought Lara was a cute name, it sounds unreal that I have a reader with a name like that; eroburn
Anyway readers.. the word has such a nice ringing in it it makes my heart leap with joy. Thank you very much for reviewing this.
Chapter 4
Sleeping Beauty
“Marcus, dear, can you please look what your sister is doing?” – Mother’s voice echoes from the kitchen.
“Sure thing, mom” – Lizzie is probably watching TV, or talking with her friends on phone... But, it’s not like I have anything else to do, anyway.
However, as I enter the living room the strangest sight unfolds before my eyes. A thirteen year old pain in my ass, also known as my Lisa Coulter is sitting still and staring at something that is not TV. It is hardly believable, but she is looking though the window!!
“What are you staring at, Liz?”
“Lizzie?”
“Liz??”
Sis doesn’t react until I shout “LIZ!” straight into her ear. When, my little headache jumps up and…bam… falls straight on her ass.
I burst out laughing. NO, really it is too much!
“What!” – Liz is glaring daggers at me and it is quite a sight as she is still sitting on the floor.
“What, no, wait that’s wrong…who were you looking at Lizzie-Mizzie? “
“That’s none of your business, you ass!” – Lizzie’s face is all read, and she goes all defensive – suspicious. I glace though the window and see that weird-looking kid staring at our house, again.
“Why haven’t you told mom or me, that He is here, Lisa?” – stupid girl , who knows what kid wants? (A/N probably a piece of your ass...ok, maybe not my dear Aleal is too innocent for that…)Although he looks harmless enough. Weak and defenseless too.… Why is the boy here anyway? Isn’t he aware how dangerous it is to be outside at this hour? Especially at this district…
Lisa is still grumping something when ,suddenly, I announce:
“I am going out, you are going to the kitchen and helping mom.”
“You can’t go! I won’t let you scare Him away Marcus! You big bear, he belongs to me! Besides, it’s your day to wash dishes! ”
“You must listen to your elders and betters Lizzie” – That’s mom’s favorite phrase.
“Must not, if ‘the elder’ is my bonkers brother” – she retorts, totally ingoring the better part.
“Please go Liz, or I’ll be forced to remember last week’s party.”- Blackmailing is low, but Lisa can be extremely annoying and persistent.
“You can’t do that! That’s so low! You…” –she is still shouting, while I make a tactical retreat.
I put on my jacket and rush outside. Teen is standing straight in front of me, on the other side of road. The kid looks even tinier as I approach him. Boy looks 14 – 15 at most, and has extremely cute and pretty face. Well, Lizzie has a good taste at least. Though I think, she should choose tougher guys - the one’s who could protect her.
Besides, she is way too young for any relationships. And too childish…. She should wait 10 years, or more. Anyway, the beauty…- that is the kid – I am not a perv – looks really strange. Tiny luna child is from head to foot in white – even his long flowing hair is lily-white and glitter like pure silver. Empyreal … that is what I think as I approach him. Luna’s azure eyes are glazed, feverish and full of admiration; what is more, he is shaking like leaf. Maybe I should call an ambulance?
“Hey kid, are you all right?” – No response. When, suddenly, a little teen lifts his arm and touches my chest. His ghostly pale limb is even smaller than my sister’s. God, what a smooth and pale skin…OK raise your head and look into the eyes… Shock and amazement is reflecting in them.Ok, that was a mistake.Shit, now I am hard. Math teacher Susana in pink dress; extremely short pink dress!; snogging director Mc Lane! Gross… at least my obvious interest in teen is gone.
“Look kid, I don’t know what you think, but it is not safe to stand here alone at his hour. Besides, your family must be worried. You should leave. Tell me your address and I’ll drive you home.”
He is hyperventilating. Now, what have I done? Not only…
“Please…” a small whisper escapes his lips and he tries to do something…to sit? To bow?
Suddenly, boy is falling straight onto me. Luckily, I instinctively catch him. The teen barely weights anything, I notice. Maybe he is younger that I thought? Now, I really feel guilty.
Wow... the fabrics are really expensive. He must be one rich kid I think as I pick up the little stalker bridal style and bring him home.
---
“Mom! The little kid who has been stalking us is lying unconscious at the living room!” I shout and instantly regret it. That didn’t sound right… Three, two, one…
“Marcus Damian Caligula what have you done to poor child!?” My mother rushes into the room still wearing an apron and holding a knife.
“I haven’t done anything to kid, mom. He just fell unconscious. I think, he is probably sick, mom…” I respond, uncovered worry tinting my voice. Now, that is not really true, seeing as I accidentally! I swear, groped his ass…
I feel like a dirty old man, but now I am not going to wash it at least for a week. Che Che... …
My mother rushes to the figure lying on the sofa, puts her hand on his forehead and commands:
“Marcus, bring me a blanket, a thermometer and a wet cloth. Lizzie dear, take this knife to the kitchen and turn off the gas-stove.”
When did Liz showed up, I wonder… She has a predatory look on her face, not good…
I come back to the living room and see mom talking to someone on the mobile. Lizzie is standing near the boy wearing a dress, excited expression on her face. I almost hear “Can we keep him?” coming from her mouth.
With an “OK. We’ll be waiting” mom ends her conversation and turns to me.
“Marcus, give me that wet cloth ,please. OH, and cover him up. Eat your supper and go to sleep Lizzie.” – she says glancing at the dressed up girl.
“But, mom…” - whining, from the said person.
“You must listen to your elders, Lizzie” – mom sounds tired, but stern.
‘Party’ I mouth at her, and with angry “Fine” sister leaves the room. Rival down …. Ha ha ha – that is my evil lord laugh. OK, let’s get serious.
“Was that boy’s mobile?” – I ask, while tucking little Luna in. I should add, that he looks even more beautiful at lit room – flushed cheeks, pink lips and long white eyelashes – so, lily-white is his natural hair color!
She nods.
“The phone started ringing so I picked it up. His uncle called. Man sounded really worried, so I told him our address. He said that he’ll be here soon to pick Aleal up.”
“Aleal ?”-I raised an eyebrow.
“Strange name, isn’t it? Maybe he’s a foreigner… But, his uncle spoke fluent english…” A confused smile illuminates my mom’s face.
“A rich kid, more likely” I reply watching a new BMW drive into our yard.
“…You think so? Oh …” She too glances though the window.
Suddenly the door bell rings and my mom rushes to great ‘the uncle’.
A middle aged gentleman is standing at the doorway.
His face is expressionless, but eyes betray that he’s worried.
“Mrs. Coulter, I suppose.”
He bends down to kiss mom’s knuckles when she stretches her hand to great him. Mother’s face turns pink and she takes her hand away.
“Well, yes …Please call me Maria… And you are?”
“Jack Morrison. It is a pleasure Maria… I would be honored if madam called me Jack.”
“No I’m… Thank you. Well, please come in, Jack. Aleal is in the living room. Oh, and this is my son, Marcus”
“Sir” – we shake hands and he turns back to mother.
“What is Aleal doing here? Has something happened to him? Please, tell me Maria is lad all right?” Jack sounds truly worried; mom is at a loss so I decide to chime in.
“He…Aleal was standing at in front of our house again, so I went out to speak with him. However, boy had a fever and lost his consciousness as soon as I approached him. Aleal is now resting at our living room. Follow me, and I’ll show you him Mr. Morrison.”
-TBC-
A/N Guess what next chap is about - I'll give you a hint : Memories are what make us - that's the title