>
VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: [1], 2 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 16:51:18 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Destiny II - Chapter 1
In reply to: Loveroy 's message, "Destiny II - 1" on 16:49:07 05/03/02 Fri

The walk back to Oversight was full of funny repartee between the newly wed couple. Michael holding Nikita by her waist was laughing softly at the blonde’s comments. Some sexual, some passionate, some funny, some serious and all loving. She told him that she needed a wedding ring and so did he. Nikita was saying she didn’t want any trollop setting her claws on her husband and ‘’…after all Michael you are quiet yummy, Mr. Hunk.”

They gained entry through a different hallway with beveled glass doors, instead of windows. Still in the hallway and as they approached a big room were a gray haired older man sat at a desk, a teen-ager wearing a bathing suit and robe called Michael’s name. The couple turned to find a beautiful 14-year-old with long straight copper color hair, the gold highlights adorning her hair obviously caused by the sun. Her eyes, the color of fresh cut grass danced with merriment as her eyes locked with the handsome young man.

“Oncle Mishel je me suis ennuyé de vous…” She told Michael, confirming that she had missed her uncle.

Nikita turned to watch as Michael held unto the girl who had hopped and landed in his strong arms. He kissed her, laughed loudly as she said something in French and got off him running to a room and quickly coming back with a black velvet box. Smiling at Nikita she handed it to Michael. He took the blonde’s hand and said. “These were my mom and dad’s wedding rings. He put a ring in her finger, she put another one in his finger and they kissed, the girl said “Ahh.”

“Kita, this is my niece Lisette ” Michael told the blonde as the pretty girl hugged her tightly. The girl engaged Nikita in a conversation about the ring and how it matched perfectly the engagement ring…on and on as only an enthusiastic, happy 14-year-old would. “My mom was Uncle Mishel’s twin sister Michelle, she died in the same car crash that killed Grandma and Simone…hated her. I think I am going to like you though.”

Michael continued forward to the large room with the man at the desk. “I’ll answer all your questions later Kita…I am sure you’ll have a lot.”

“Nikita don’t let him be a mute, he has this tendency on placing that stupid mask on his handsome face and then you are shit out of luck…” Michael gave the girl a dirty look.

“Michael she is right, don’t you just hate…” The blonde added.

“Mishel come here and look at this article on our 1998 vintage…we surpassed all expectations…” The older man said in a thick French accent. “Is this Nikita?” He added removing his reading glasses and sitting back on the large comfortable chair.

“Come here my child, let me look at you.” Stretching his hand to her. “Michael she is even more beautiful than you said…” the man remarked as Nikita approached the other side of Michael. The young man moved a bit, giving the old man who now smiled access to his wife, Nikita realized the man was in a wheel chair.

“Ni-ki-ta, this is my paternal grandfather – here they call him Mr. Jones. His name is Gerard.”

Nikita was speechless, what the hell was going on? Another side of Michael, another family? Wait hadn’t Michael said his paternal grandfather was dead? A niece, a grandfather, who else was going to pop out? Did Walter and Paul know that Mr. Jones was Michael’s grandfather? Did they even know about Mr. Jones? Her hands went around the old man’s neck, a sweet kiss to both his cheeks and hers; confusion plainly displayed in her face.

Michael it seemed was part of the French elite. The older man and the girl showing Nikita what her husband looked like as a child and would look like as an old man. Beautiful eyes, hair, appropriate physique, even for the man on the wheelchair and an air of elegance and royalty Michael always displayed. No one acknowledged Nikita’s questioning gaze, they were speaking in English about mundane stuff people who have not seen each other in a while speak about.

“The suzerainty of my family is but a tiny spec of my responsibilities Nikita. You now are a welcomed part of this…let’s call it a realm. You owe us fealty, just as we owe it to you. Michael will explain…And the fidelity we owe to France, you will see, extends to the rest of the Planet…God has been tremendously providential to us. We must be complicit with Him; we owe it to our ancestry, our patrimony, our legacy and our dowry…on an on Nikita. You will see that with dreams and parvenu comes duty…Michael trusts you will shine among us…Now do you want to stay and listen to our discussion of the wine business?”

“No, I think I would like to go…Perhaps Lisette can…I am sure Michael will fill me in eventually, right? Nikita said as both men nodded their heads, Michael concerned - the old man amused.

Nikita smiled tenderly at the old man who held her hand in his surprisingly strong one. “Michael tells me you are opinionated, why so guarded…speak up child…when am I going to have another baby to ride around in my chair.”

“I am not a baby…you know Nikita the chair is motorized, I ride on it all the time, right Grandpa? Lisette said pushing Michael out of the way and hooking her hand on the blonde’s elbow… “I call him that because the great-grandfather title is too stuffy…” The girl pulled Nikita purposely away towards another door and the women laughed as the girl talked.

“Bienvenue a la famiglia Nikita.” The old man let out, as the teen-ager remarked “Marlon Brando has nothing on him, non?” A comparison to the Godfather the blonde had thought about long before.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

  • Destiny II - Chapter 2 -- Repost Fairy, 16:53:04 05/03/02 Fri
    [ Contact Forum Admin ]

    Forum timezone: GMT-5
    VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
    Before posting please read our privacy policy.
    VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
    Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.