Post by Vincent on Sept 1, 2015 20:57:02 GMT -8
Aftermath
(some music to go with your reading )
The nights events had finished just as quickly as they had started, with a slow trickle of people leaving the Oubliette till it had emptied out. The club closed at 2 am, but really it wasn’t quiet till 2:30 or so after the employees had finished cleaning up or at least that was true for the first floor. Up on the 2nd floor Vincent stood near a corner booth that had just recently held the prince and his court. In front of Vincent a large red stain on the floor was all that was left of one of his closest friends. As he silently stared at the red sploch his ghouls Becca and Mary carefully worked around him, cleaning up after the gathering but keeping their distance. They hadn't seen him in a mood like this before, his normal jovial nature and sexual undertones were all gone leaving only a somber and quite shell standing watch over a red stain.
As he stood there staring down, his eyes boring holes into the dull red sploch his mind traveled back to better times, times of happiness, times of caring, times of lust. London had been more than a friend, she had been a lover, a confidant and one of the closest people Vincent had to family. The more his mind wandered remembering her ways, her smile, her curves, the more he felt an anger start to boil up. Before he could manage to stop it he yelled “ how could you?! “ he barked so suddenly and loud that both ghouls jumped and almost bolted for the door “how could you do this to me?! How.. why?! How dare you!” he said. His voice slowly growing quiet as he started to choke up till his voice could not continue. He almost collapsed to his knees as he eased him self down and placed a hand on the floor. Slowly his fingers slid out over the hard wood flooring till they almost touched the spot. His fingers trembling as they almost reached it but at the last moment stopped.
“Becca?” he called out to the room knowing she was still behind him some where.
“yes sir?” she said not a moment later, her voice soft and sad sounding.
“Becca dear, bring me a circular saw from the room we are rebuilding in the upper hall... “ his voice sounding as though he were exhausted and weary. She nodded and quickly walked to the room and came back shortly with the tool.
“thank you dear, tomorrow I need you to call a flooring company to repair a hole in the floor”
She nodded “yes sir” she said while backing away and plugging in the saw. Vincent took a deep breath and set to work cutting the stain from the floor on one large square. When he was done he reached down and pulled the large 4 foot by 4 foot piece of floor up. Carefully he moved to a booth setting the square down on its table top. “I'm done girls, Mary take London's car back to the house, and Becca you will need to drive me home, I'm done with tonight ...” he took a heavy breath to steady him self and walked out carrying the blood soaked flooring.
Once home he quietly retired to his office and hug the flooring up on a wall in his art gallery then took a seat in his chair, staring at it hanging on his wall. For the first time since the gathering had ended he let himself smile while his eyes remained glued to the dark red sploch on flooring that now hung from his wall like that of a modern art piece. “ you know London I always wanted to have you strung up in ropes for me, but not like this dear.. “ he made a soft chuckle at the joke, a mixture of sadness and regret filling the words with more meaning than he intended. He would miss her, she had become a part of him and would always live on in his heart. In this way he thought to him self, he would always had some part of her with him.
(some music to go with your reading )
The nights events had finished just as quickly as they had started, with a slow trickle of people leaving the Oubliette till it had emptied out. The club closed at 2 am, but really it wasn’t quiet till 2:30 or so after the employees had finished cleaning up or at least that was true for the first floor. Up on the 2nd floor Vincent stood near a corner booth that had just recently held the prince and his court. In front of Vincent a large red stain on the floor was all that was left of one of his closest friends. As he silently stared at the red sploch his ghouls Becca and Mary carefully worked around him, cleaning up after the gathering but keeping their distance. They hadn't seen him in a mood like this before, his normal jovial nature and sexual undertones were all gone leaving only a somber and quite shell standing watch over a red stain.
As he stood there staring down, his eyes boring holes into the dull red sploch his mind traveled back to better times, times of happiness, times of caring, times of lust. London had been more than a friend, she had been a lover, a confidant and one of the closest people Vincent had to family. The more his mind wandered remembering her ways, her smile, her curves, the more he felt an anger start to boil up. Before he could manage to stop it he yelled “ how could you?! “ he barked so suddenly and loud that both ghouls jumped and almost bolted for the door “how could you do this to me?! How.. why?! How dare you!” he said. His voice slowly growing quiet as he started to choke up till his voice could not continue. He almost collapsed to his knees as he eased him self down and placed a hand on the floor. Slowly his fingers slid out over the hard wood flooring till they almost touched the spot. His fingers trembling as they almost reached it but at the last moment stopped.
“Becca?” he called out to the room knowing she was still behind him some where.
“yes sir?” she said not a moment later, her voice soft and sad sounding.
“Becca dear, bring me a circular saw from the room we are rebuilding in the upper hall... “ his voice sounding as though he were exhausted and weary. She nodded and quickly walked to the room and came back shortly with the tool.
“thank you dear, tomorrow I need you to call a flooring company to repair a hole in the floor”
She nodded “yes sir” she said while backing away and plugging in the saw. Vincent took a deep breath and set to work cutting the stain from the floor on one large square. When he was done he reached down and pulled the large 4 foot by 4 foot piece of floor up. Carefully he moved to a booth setting the square down on its table top. “I'm done girls, Mary take London's car back to the house, and Becca you will need to drive me home, I'm done with tonight ...” he took a heavy breath to steady him self and walked out carrying the blood soaked flooring.
Once home he quietly retired to his office and hug the flooring up on a wall in his art gallery then took a seat in his chair, staring at it hanging on his wall. For the first time since the gathering had ended he let himself smile while his eyes remained glued to the dark red sploch on flooring that now hung from his wall like that of a modern art piece. “ you know London I always wanted to have you strung up in ropes for me, but not like this dear.. “ he made a soft chuckle at the joke, a mixture of sadness and regret filling the words with more meaning than he intended. He would miss her, she had become a part of him and would always live on in his heart. In this way he thought to him self, he would always had some part of her with him.