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Post by Daniella on May 28, 2006 15:12:37 GMT -5
((Diffy if this isn't okay for me to do here...by all means correct me.))
Daniella stood outside of a grand manor at the edge of the city. After leaving the opera house early that morning, it had taken her two carriages, and a train to get here, although it was late into the afternoon, it was damp and dreary from the previous night’s rain. A cool breeze whipped through the nearby trees. She stood open mouthed in silence, not even the slightest thought entered her mind. Daniella was looking through the gates of a long yellow brick wall surrounding the property edges of what looked like ten's of acres...a spring in the center of the front courtyard held two lion shaped stones, with water spouting out of each ones mouth. She could see many of the houses lights on, especially the brightest coming from under the front stoop, making the mansion look very welcoming. Daniella had received word that this was the place her father was staying... 2, Rue Boulard - 75014 Paris, she read as she checked the address again. After a moment more of gazing, Daniella stepped up to the gate and pushed it open, the cast iron frame gave out a low moan as it swung. The gravel under her feet made a shifty sound as she walked. It seemed only seconds before she reached the front steps, she hesitated momentarily before she lifted her foot. A Buzzing came as the bell rang. She tapped the knocker also, just in case.
As the large carved wooden door creped open, a voice was heard, "Good evening, Madame," Said the Butler, "How may I be of assistants to you?"
"I...I'm here to," Daniella found her voice break. "To meet...I mean see someone." She corrected herself. "Monsieur Bedeau?" Her face looked ever so nervous.
To her relief, the name uttered from her lips seemed to grant an expression of happiness on the Butler's face. "Daniella?" He asked, "Daniella Bedeau?" Came the question.
"Yes."
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Post by Daniella on May 29, 2006 19:10:01 GMT -5
He hurriedly issued her inside, "Come in, come in! Don't want you to catch cold." The Butler offered to take her shawl as the door closed behind them. "Thank you." Daniella said as she let go of her rap.
"No Miss, it is my pleasure. Stay here; make yourself at home, after all this is...your home." He said looking seriously into her eyes. "I will be right back with my Master."
Daniella found what he said to be rather odd, as far as she knew her father was to be a guest in this house, or atleast that is what she presumed. She quickly shrugged it off as she found an interesting little trinket to look at. Moments later the Butler returned, "Follow me Miss." He said as he bowed to her. Daniella followed suit as he led her deeper into the dwellings of the establishment, room after room they went, fireplace after fireplace, servant after servant. Till at last they came to a door that looked as massive as the front, the Butler opened it a crack as they heard a voice answer, "Yes bring her here." The door was opened more and Daniella was offered entrance.
The room she suddenly found herself consumed by was lit only by the flickering of a nearby fire though you could easily tell it was some kind of library. A figure was seated opposite the door behind a heavy desk as she moved farther into this oval cabinet, the person rose and spoke.
"You always liked books."
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Post by Daniella on May 31, 2006 14:20:18 GMT -5
Daniella knew that voice, she knew that shape behind the desk...that man, as her eyes grew large with recognition she took a big gasp of breath, but before she could say a word, a door to the side of her swung open. A dog and two children dashed through the opening and straight to the desk.
“Daddy!” one of them called out and jumped around his legs. Daniella stared in horror at the scene, her feet taking several steps backwards to the exit.
“Daniella,” Her father exclaimed putting the child on his ankle aside, he rushed over to his eldest daughter and took her in his arms. Her cheek pressed up against his shoulder, she started to cry. How could this be? Had her father forgotten about them that quickly? Here she was in a strange house and the only person she thought she could trust had betrayed her. Yet it wasn’t anger really that she felt, it was more…loneliness. For the first time, Daniella was consumed by the emptiness she had felt over the years, the years she had been by herself. All of these emotions caused her to collapse into her fathers arms.
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Post by Daniella on May 31, 2006 14:38:00 GMT -5
As the two young ones retreated from the den, Mr. Bedeau called for the maid.
When Daniella came to, she was lying in a grand bed of silk sheets, her father was sitting on the arm of a chair next to the beds edge, and a woman Daniella hadn’t seen before was on a lounging sofa by the massive bay window.
“Sweetheart,” Mr. Bedeau began, “This is my wife Karen.” He held his arm out to the woman and she rose to come over. “There’s allot we need to say to each other isn’t there.” He looked at his daughter with moist eyes.
“I’ll leave you too alone,” Karen said as she kissed her husbands forehead and patted Daniella’s hand. Daniella pulled her fingers back slightly from shock, with a bit of a pause and a small smile to her Karen turned and left.
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Post by Daniella on May 31, 2006 20:21:37 GMT -5
At the silence that proceeded, Mr. Bedeau sighed, “I’ve hurt you…and I’m sorry.” A tear escaped from Daniella’s eye. “I hope you know that I loved your mother very much, and when I found out what happened to her...” His voice broke, “I couldn’t come back to you without a way to provide.” He paused, “I knew you were put in the opera house, and figured that you’d be safe there until I was able to come for you.”
He huffed with upset disgust in himself. “I should have done things differently. I’ve missed so much.” Daniella had broken into silent sobbing, a thousand things to say racing through her head, not one of them wanted to come out. Her father moved to the bed and took her hand, “Daniella,” He began. Finally something in her mind flicked on, she pulled her hand away and sat straight up. “Why?!” she shouted drops flowing from her eyes like waterworks. Her sudden actions startled her father a bit. “I’m…I don’t know.” Is all he said.
“Why?” she asked again, “Please I don’t understand?! Why did you leave? Why didn’t you write me? Tell me what was going on!” she sobbed her body was shaking now.
Her father shook his head, unable to answer. “How could you?! I needed you! We needed you! I missed you, I was so alone!” Mr. Bedeau clasped his arms around his paining daughter, he knew very well that all of what she was saying was his fault, it was true, all of it. Hugging her was all he felt he could do now, he knew it wouldn’t fix things, but it was all he could do.
Daniella tried to pull away, but he held on tight, she beat up against his chest, “How could you?! How could you!?” She cried.
“I’m sorry!” he answered back, finding it very hard for him not to break down. “I’m sorry! I’m here now!”
“That’s not good enough!” Daniella yelled, she wrenched herself away and jumped out of the bed. She passed around the room. Her father stayed seated on the bed staring at her. “You should have been there then! Through all of it! You should have been there for me when she was gone!” Daniella gasped for breath, “You shouldn’t have even left!”
“No I shouldn’t have.” He agreed, “I should have done all that you say.” He looked at her with pure honesty in his eyes. “I made a mistake, Daniella I’m not perfect.” She glared at him through wet eyes and messy hair, but did not respond.
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Post by Daniella on May 31, 2006 22:52:36 GMT -5
“That’s why I’m here now,” He said, “I’m here to make things up to you. I want to start over again. I want to know you.”
“Well you can’t!” Daniella screamed, “You’re too late!” She stewed around walking in circles. “In fact,” She paused, placing her hand over her locket. “Here, I don’t want it.” Daniella then pulled it forcefully from her throat and threw it onto the sheets. Her father looked down at it and sniffed.
“Your Mother gave it to you.” He whispered still looking at it.
“But, I’ve been holding on to it all these years because of you.” Daniella cried as she bent half over in almost a pleading manner and clung to her sides. “I’ve been hoping you’d come back for me.”
“I have,” Her father exclaimed, “I’m here! I’m right here! You just need to let me in.”
“And what if that’s not what I want?” she sneered, “What if after all this time, I want nothing to do with you?”
Her father gulped “Is, that what you want?” He whispered. Daniella sighed in frustration and clamped her jaw closed.
“Daniella,” He started again from his earlier attempt. “I love you with all my heart, and I am very sorry for what I did to make you so angry with me. Every day that I was gone I thought of you. I did it all for you.” He said this trying to keep eye contact with his daughter. “It just took me alittle longer than I had planned.” At a look from Daniella that held daggers. He said in desperation, “You have to understand! I was doing what I thought was best for all of us; I couldn’t find what we needed in Paris.”
“You could have taken us with you.” Daniella huffed.
“Could have Daniella, could have.” He said to her. “It’s the past now.” Daniella started to cry again and slumped down on the sofa. Her father came and to sit next to her, but she quickly stood again. “I can’t do this! I just can’t.” she sobbed, “It’s too much!”
“I know.”
“I’ve got to go!” She panicked, “I can’t be here right now!” Her father nodded his head in understanding, “It’s too much at one time,” he said, “I didn’t plan it like this, you know that, I would never.” Daniella was fighting herself to not start dripping again. “I know.” She answered.
Mr. Bedeau sighed, “The maid will let you out.” He whispered. Daniella hesitated once again before she ran from the room, the maid struggling to keep up, as they reached the door, she quickly opened it, curtsied and closed it as Daniella rushed out.
Mr. Bedeau was left in the room staring at the locket; he took it in his fingers gingerly and opened it. A paper fell out at his knees.
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Post by Daniella on May 31, 2006 23:05:30 GMT -5
((okay i'm done...i guess seeing as how this is an rpg area, and you can't reply or comment out of character...if you want to say something to me about this, you can pm me. I'd kinda like to know what you guys think... This can be LOCKED.))
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 18, 2006 14:38:51 GMT -5
locked
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