As I say that word, everyone freezes, except Coco, the boy is giggling "Oops"
My eyes move to his face "Are you guys actually—"
"He's joking" Cream replies, tone flat.
I let out a relieved breath "Good because— Well, you know why. The law is everywhere. Kinda just escaped from one so I'd rather not put my ass out there one more time"
"There's actually a no cursing policy" Doctor says, her eyes going to Coco "Even though I'm sure some have broken the rules"
The boy only grins at her before she turns to me and says "Not that you have to follow it—"
"But if you're able to not curse for a whole week, Mistress let's you choose what we get to do on Saturday night" Caramel completes, blushing as he looks away "Sorry, I-I couldn't help it"
She only smiles at him "It's alright"
Chocolate rolls his eyes at that "True. I mean, I know the policy is there and all, and I swear, I've tried, but Mel always wins"
"Oh" Not that I'm surprised "I thought it'd be Cream, since he doesn't talk much"
Chocolate grins "There is actually another way to get Cream talking, and that way never has good words coming out"
Why... Why do I have a very demented thought coming from those words?
"You should try winning this time Kitten" Coco suddenly continues "Because I swear, I'm tired of going to the amusement park every fucking time"
Caramel looks at him "There's nothing wrong with amusement parks"
Coco looks at him "Honey, I have to follow you on every ride because you get scared. Do you know how tiring it gets?"
Mel is looking like a real pumpkin right now with how red he's glowing "I-I don't get s-scared!"
"You're stuttering baby, signs of you being uncomfortable"
"I-I'm not!"
"Are too sugarplum"
The whole dinner continues with them arguing, me laughing at some things they say with Cream joining in once or twice before we're all done eating.
As I stand to clear the plates, Doctor does same as well "It's alright Vanilla. Alex will clean it up while I take you to your room"
Chocolate looks completely repulsed "What was she about to do?"
Caramel looks at him, as if he's excited that there's something he knows about me which Chocolate doesn't "She never had a butler"
I'm at Doctor's side as we begin walking up the stairs when I hear Coco ask "So who does the whole cleaning?"
"She does it herself!"
"Good Lord! No wonder she needs a manicure"
I turn at that sentence, a frown on my face as the Doctor laughs, her hand gently leading me up the stairs "Ignore him. He gets carried away sometimes"
I turn forward, mumbling under my breath "My nails are pretty"
"They are"
I look at her at those words, noticing that she's looking at me as well before I realize that I'm blushing and I look away.
Oh shit.
Don't tell me I actually did that to a woman!
I'm trying to run away from it and all she had to say was my nails are pretty and I'm blushing like Pumpkin!
"Here"
We stop at a yellow painted door, as I notice the other doors.
There's a light brown one facing a dark brown one. Then on another column, a red one facing a white one.
The yellow one is facing another door except that one is black.
She pushes the door we're standing infront of open and gives me a nod to go in, and when I do so, my mind blows immediately "I'm dreaming"
I hear her enter and close the door "I bet your dream room would be better than this"
"Actually—" I'm looking at her "This is exactly how I wanted it to be"
My room is the same with Chocolate, except the walls are painted yellow with some words written on them, everything around the place is also yellow which might have freaked some people out except my favourite colour was literally yellow "Did you ask people at the Convent or something?"
She laughs, and I realize I like that sound "No, I did not. Your name reflects your room. Vanilla is a bright yellow colour and it's the same colour of your room"
"Yeah about the name, is that like compulsory?"
She shakes her head "No, of course not. Some of them wished to change their names to have new beginnings because that's what they wish. You can't change what you've done before, you can only try to make yourself better from it. If you wish that I call you your original name, I'd alert the boys to do same"
I shake my head, folding my arms "It's cool. I've actually always hated my name"
Doctor Sweet nods, as if she had expected that before I say "Sorry. I just have some questions"
"Don't apologize dear. You can ask"
"So you're like my Doctor now?" I ask "Asking my questions about what I am, or did back in Vino?"
"I already told you we do not discriminate here"
"I know, I know. It's just that I need to be sure that you know why I got kicked out cause I don't want you getting mad later—"
"Vanilla"
I pause, realizing that my cheeks are puffed before I blow them out "Yes Doctor Sweet?"
"I know" She says.
She sounds so kind, so very kind which contrasts loudly with how Mother Superior acted when she found out.
I still have the scar from the revelation.
"Remember when I said something about new beginnings?"
I nod.
"That's what we're about here" She says quietly "You don't have to worry about me prying into your past or asking questions you're uncomfortable with. I just want you to know that you're safe here, and whenever you need to talk, I'm just a floor away, or maybe a call away if I have to be at the hospital, but I need you to remember—" She comes closer "You're welcome here. Always would be. Do you understand?"
I don't, because why would she say that? Why would anyone welcome me because I'm not actually the best thing that has lived.
I'm sick and corrupted, and maybe a little bit crazy than Coco but I nod anyway.
She smiles, her thumb brushing my face "I know you do not Vanilla, but you will in time"
Then she moves away, smile still on her face "I only have one favour to ask"
"Considering that I'm gonna be here for a while and it's your house" I say "Please shoot"
"There are Vanilla scented soaps and toiletries I would like you to use" She replies "You don't have to, of course, but I'd like it if you do. Tomorrow I shall come and take you to get other clothes in town and then we can talk more, if there are other questions you have"
"That's it?" I ask after a while when she says nothing else "No scrubbing the toilet or giving you a pedicure?"
She smiles "None of that. That's just all I ask"
"Oh" I nod "It's the one thing I can do without messing up. Consider it done Ma'am"
"Vanilla?"
"Yes?"
"You can call me Doctor, or Doc, or anything you want, except that"
I'm nodding again "Yes Ma'am— Sorry, Doc"
Doc smiles at me, and I realize that she's somehow always smiling, because even if it's gone, the smile is back again "Alright then"
She place a kiss on my forehead "Goodnight, beloved" then turns around and begins to walk back to the door before she pauses "And thank you"
"For what?"
"For Dinner"
I have no idea what she means but before I can ask, she's gone, shutting the door behind her.
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I get to the museum, my guards waiting come to my car as I park it while one of them opens the door for me before I walk out. An umbrella is put over my head as it's raining before I adjust the brown coat over my body and walk into the building. The security guard opens the door and I enter, the marble floor and glass walls reflecting the vases of flowers around the place as a lady walks to me and says in a small voice, "Welcome back, Mr Frye." I smile at her, "It's nice to be back, Miss Salas. What beats seeing the world's most beautiful art work and my reflection, hmm?" She gives a small chuckle, "Glad to see you came with your humor as well, Sir. This way." She walks ahead first and I follow. The Museum is a four floored, heavily guarded building, which is quite understandable. All things considered, Aeria had the most artefacts in the world, since the first Vale, Roshnik the first, had been a hoarder of treasured items. Even earning the nickname 'Pirate' from his close frien
There are things you remember when you're laying on your bed at seven am in the morning, surrounded by five teddy bears and one mouse plushie on your lap while you stare at your ceiling. You remember that you liked to sleep in between warm bodies and wake up with different scents and sounds around you. You remember that you liked to hear the sounds of doors closing and opening with loud voices ringing through the rooms in the hallway. You remember you liked the noise made when you're seated at the table when you had breakfast with the people you thought were family. You remember... That you never appreciated that, until now. "It's been five years," My hand brushes Hailey, as I keep looking at the intricate designs on the ceiling. There's light coming from the window behind me, making shapes on it while everywhere is completely quiet, the only noise being the sounds of birds chirping on the tree next to my window. "Things like this, you grow to get tired of it." I raise her up
Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window. A smile comes on my face now. Good, I didn't miss it. I cross the road and walk to the entrance, the bald man standing there moving his eyes around my clothes before he says in accented English, "You should not be here." I smile and reply in japanese, "Call someone then. I am here with my card, of course, but you would believe I stole it, and do not look so surprised. Call Nanami, he's the head guard here, isn't he? T
It only made sense that Ilya stuck to Edward like glue afterwards. Genuine curiosity filling her everytime she saw him, everytime she looked at him. Though it was only in the shadows she stayed with him most of the time, due to the colour of her eyes, she knew that this man, cared for people, even though they hated him. So on the third month, she told her godfather the truth. "I cannot kill him." Of course, he wouldn't believe it. "Why? Does he have a special weapon? A trick?" "No. I just—" She took in a small breath, "Cannot." No Drasknes would ever dare to report a failed assignment, but then again, Ilya had been so perfect and resourceful that he could forgive her this one time, "Very well, I shall assign someone else to him" But she wouldn't have it, "No." "No?" Strauss stared at her, his hands squeezing the handle of his seat. Ilya did not feel fear looking at the man she had grown to feel a sort of kin feeling for, rather, she felt guilt, "None of you, shall harm him."
She watched them through the screen of her computer, her face curling into a smile at the looks on their faces. They were happier now. Happier than they had ever been. Happier than anyone would have ever thought. She could remember when she first got them, how they were. Even she, hadn't thought they'd change this much. Her smile began to vanish as she realized that it was soon going to change. The door to her office opened and a man walked in. He had the same skin as hers, with the slight accent she used to possess as well though it was gone a long time ago, wearing a lab coat and gloves as he stared at her, his face down, "It is time." She nodded, taking up a small box and removing the contacts from her eyes before looking up at him, a miniscule amount of regret pooling around her stomach as she stood and walked to the male. He didn't move, of course, she was faster, he had seen it with his own bare eyes. He let her hold up his right hand and did his best not to scream out in