Borrowed Angels

Chapter 1

Mist curled through the lonely streets as a stray cat ran across, being chased down by a mongrel dog. A sleek black carriage stopped in front of the Beauregard mansion. The driver of the carriage jumped off and opened the door. A pale hand, wearing a white glove, appeared from deep within the coach. The driver took the hand eagerly and helped the passenger out.  A tall woman, wearing a dark green dress stepped out of the carriage. Her face was hidden behind a Victorian mask.
“I will expect the carriage back at midnight.” Her voice was like a whisper in the dark. The driver nodded, hopped on the carriage and cracked the whip. The two black horses neighed and sped off until the darkness had swallowed it up. The woman watched as the carriage disappeared in to the night, before she turned around in a swirl of skirts. Dark clouds gathered above the city as the Beauregard butler opened the door for the woman.
“Good evening, milady. Welcome to tonight’s festivities.” The butler spoke in a raspy voice, clearly betraying his age. The woman nodded curtly and handed her cape to the butler. Music floated in the air towards her, bringing with it the laughter of many voices. Quickly the woman walked up the flight of stairs and looked down at the gathered crowd.
“Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please?” An old man dressed in a black frock coat spoke over the crowd. His voice quieted the laughter and music, until the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
“I would like to introduce to you the Master of the House, Lord  Beauregard with Lady Ashleigh at his side”.  Heavy red curtains opened to reveal a striking man in a black suit with a woman in white on his arm. The mysterious woman in green quickly ran down the stairs and mingled among the people. She glanced up as Beauregard walked down at the other side of the room, with Lady Ashleigh strutting around in her white dress, diamonds covering her white blond hair like stars. Her lips had been painted a cherry red that almost looked like blood in the light of burning candles. The lady in green hid her face behind her fan when she thought she saw Lord Beauregard looking her way. His eyes seemed to roam the crowd, taking everyone in with his alert stare. Lord Beauregard’s eyes rested on her face for a mere second, raising an eyebrow, until his attention was demanded by the old man in the frock coat, who was introducing him to the Judge and his wife. Beauregard nodded and Lady Ashley bowed deep. Beauregard looked back once more to the place where he had seen the mysterious woman. but she seemed to have disappeared, perhaps in to the crowd.  Beauregard drew his gaze back to the Judge and listened to the story he was telling. Something about that mysterious woman had his mind boggling. Had he seen her before? Was that why he kept looking around to spot her? He didn’t know, but something about that woman drew him to her.

Quote: You wouldn’t believe how things have changed
Song: 116th – Shoshana Bean
Mood: Sad

Strange title wouldn’t you say? But yeah…. they do exist. Let’s start at the beginning. I’m going through a not so happy period in my life right now. And I get depressed easily. I google things when I get depressed. Trying to find something that would make me feel a little better. Most of the time I google Kristin Chenoweth. This woman is amazingly talented. I adore her in all she does.  She has the voice of an angel, she is hilariously funny and adorably sweet.  While doing so, I somehow stumbled upon Suicide Bunnies.

Suicide Bunnies is a cartoon made by Andy Riley. They feature one or more fluffy little bunnies that want to end their life. Not in a typical way of slicing their wrists or kumping off a bridge or anything like that. No, they come up with something so unique, it is hilarious. When was the last time you ordered a Harry Potter book online and waited under your mailbox for it to drop on your head and kill you? Never, I bet. Well this little bunny has.

Now tell me that didn’t make you laugh! it helped for me Ever throw a handgranate boomerang? The bunny has!

Look them up. I dare you to look at them for 10 minutes and not laugh. I know I can’t. Sure, it didn’t solve the origins of my depression, but it did make me feel a little better.  And listening to Kristin Chenoweth makes me a feel a little better too.

The rest of my life.. ah well.. nothing important happened. I can’t remember if I told you all what happened with my aunt and my dad. My aunt passed away a few weeks back now, the cancer was too much for her in the end and she passed away in her sleep after battling it for five months. Five months… Cancer sucks. My dad almost died of acute food poisoning. Now he also seems to have a hiatus hernia. Which means that there’s a crack in his diaphragm and his stomach has come through it. It sounds really nasty, I know. But you can live with that for a long time. He;’s going to the hospital the 24th to see if they need to operate on him or not. We shall see what happenens.

Christmas is coming up, but there’s so much snow and bad weather. I wonder if they will cancel it. There are no trains and busses and Sophie and Kris were supposed to come to my house, but I doubt they will make it. I guess I will be spending Christmas alone this year. I’m  not gonna be able to go to Den Bosch either to do some christmas shopping.

I’m actually no longer in the mood for writing, which is a first for me. Although I do have to tell you that I finished the National Novel Writing Month again this hear, with a little over 50.000 words in my second book. I wish it was easier to find a publicist. I really would like my stories to become published. I’m no Stephanie Meyer or Laurell K. Hamilton, but I do write pretty good stories.

I hope the new year brings me some better times.