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When the Sky Falls Down ... - REVIEW THIS STORY

Written by Loup Garou
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 2

One month had passed and Skye hadn't left the house yet. But today was the day. The start of her new self. She had a new look, and a new accent; no one would be able to recognize her. She had spent the last two months transforming herself. Her staff was loyal and didn't gossip. For this, she was extremely grateful. She was now ready to face the world. Opening her front door, she confidentially strode out into the snow on the lawn. Her winter boots, classy and in style, went through the slush.

Grinning to herself, she picked up a handful full of snow and formed it into a snowball. Whistling happily, as she strode down the street towards the French Quarter, she threw the snow ball at the welcome sign of the LeBeau mansion, effectively covering it.

"Gorgeous mornin', ain't it?" asked a voice coming out from behind the gate. It started Skye out of reverie.

"Yes it is." said Skye in a perfect Cajun accent and continued walking down the road.

"I couldn't help but notice dat y' came out o' Marc Devreaux's house." said the man chasing after her, because she didn't stop.

"What of it?" asked Skye.

"Not'ing. It's just something I noticed." said the man finally catching up to her.

"Y' be a very observant man." said Sky.

"One of de best." grinned the man. "So, dey be workin' y' hard dere?"

"Describe hard. I've been workin' hard all my life." smiled Skye prettily.

The man gave a little laugh. "So, is dere really a very beautiful woman living in dat house all by herself?"

Skye fought hard to keep her face straight. "Oh. I t'ink dat she just t'inks dat she's just normal lookin'."

"So dere really is someone living dere!" said the man nonchalantly. Skye could see the excitement behind his eyes.

"Yup." smiled Skye. "Skye Devreaux. Nice t'meet y'." She held out her hand to him.

He took it and raised it to his lips. "Enchante."

She didn't hide her smile.

"Je m'appelle Christoph LeBeau." said the man.

Her smile quickly faded. Yanking her hand out of his grasp, she started to run as fast as she could down the street.

Once she got into town, she began to slow down. Her heart beat faster than it ever had before. He had reminded her too much of Remy. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk towards her destination, Le Soiree. It

was a restaurant/bar/casino that Remy had taken her to when they last visited. It was really out of the way, ducked in behind the alleys, but the food was excellent!

People could hear the little bells ring as she opened the door. The ones that looked as they heard the sound of the bell to see who it was, kept their heads turned towards the beautiful and unexpected stranger. This was a bar for Thieves Guild members only, unknowingly to Skye.

More and more heads turned towards her as she passed some tables to go to an empty one. Most eyes were on her. But she knew that this would of happened, as she left the house this morning. It was to be expected.

A waiter came up to her hesitantly and took her order. Skye noticed that the waiter was trying to get a look at the back of her neck. She was glad that her hair was long.

He came back then minutes later with her order.

"Merci beaucoup." (thank you) smiled Skye warmly. The jambalaya was hot as it slid down her throat. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. Had she been drugged? Pushing off the effects, she continued eating it. It was

incredibly spicy.

Many people who were holding snickers, had their mouths open agape.

Paying for her meal she got up and left the restaurant. Ducking into different alleys, she made sure that none of them were following her. It had looked like a beggar establishment... although, with good food. She didn't want to get mugged!

"Okay, that was easier dan I t'ought it would be." smiled Skye. She continued on. What she had to do next would be comparatively easy compared to what she wanted to do.

She spent the day shopping at the shops on Bourbon Street.

Later on that evening, while going into City Bank, she felt as if she was being watched. Uncle Marc had warned her about it.

Waiting in line to get to a till, she got a good look around. Her X-men training showed her the sites of every video camera, the vault and the number of people in her vicinity. After she felt she was safe, other things caught her notice. The decor for example. The color of the walls was a calming blue.

"Number 61." called out the intercom.

Skye looked at her number--66. This was going to be a long wait.

"This'll be a long wait!" moaned a woman that had sat down beside her.

"I know." grumbled Skye.

"Since dis is goin' to take forever, let me introduce myself - Belladonna Boudreaux," she smiled warmly.

Skye held in the reaction she felt. This was Remy's ex-wife. Leader of the Assassins Guild. Did she not recognize her? Had she changed so much?

"Skye Devreaux." she replied holding out her hand. She gripped her hand firmly. Belladonna regarded her thoughtfully. You could always tell a person by their handshakes.

"Oh! You're dat person who's related t'Marc Devreaux." said Bella.

"He was my uncle." said Skye, the pain still fresh in her mind.

"Funny how he never mentioned y'." said Bella. Skye could see that she was trying to pry without being nosy.

"Number 66." called out the intercom.

"Dat's me." said Skye. "Nice meetin' y'."

"Dat didn't take too long" she sighed to herself softly as she got out of her chair.

"Same here." smiled Belladonna.

Skye went up to the counter. "Allo."

"Hello. What would you like today?" asked the cheery counter lady.

"I want t'make a withdrawal please." smiled Skye handing the counter lady the withdrawal receipt she had made out.

"Thank you." said the girl smiling until she saw the figure on the sheet of paper. Belladonna saw the look on the girl's face.

"Quickly please. It's almost 8 p.m. an' I don' wan' t'walk home in de dark." smiled Skye.

"I, I... have to talk to the manager." stammered the girl.

"Fine." sighed Skye. "But please hurry." The girl ran off.

Ten minutes passed and finally the girl came back. Belladonna had long since come up to the till and gone on her way.

"Will you please follow me?" asked the girl. She nodded and proceeded to follow. They entered an elevator in the back, by the vault. The door opened to a stately room.

"Come in, please. Take a seat," motioned a man who waited by the elevator.

"Thank you." Skye said primly taking a seat. The man shuffled back behind his desk.

"I understand that you wish to make a rather large withdrawal." said the bank manager.

"Yes, I would like a three million dollar withdrawal." confirmed Skye.

"That is perfectly alright. Please sign here." said the man handing her a slip of paper. A person came in with the briefcase of money. They started to open it to count the money.

"No, dat's fine. It's gettin' late an' I'm tired." said Skye.

"You don't want us to count the money?" gasped the manager.

"I'll count it in de morning." yawned Skye. She picked up the case and headed for the elevator.

"Oh Miss Devreaux, next time you want to take out a substantial amount of money, just come up here." said the manager with a smile.

"I'll do dat." smiled Skye warmly and she left the room.

She walked down the road to her house, the money in hand. Now that she had the money, it was time for part 2 of the plan. Coming up to her house, she thanked God that she hadn't been mugged for the money!!!

Carrying the money upstairs to her bedroom, she set it on the bed. Three million dollars; it didn't even put a dent in her new fortune. She wanted to giggle, but her heart wouldn't allow it.

Her Uncle Marc had told her his one last wish and with this money, she could fulfill it. Even though her brain kept on saying "No! No! Don't get involved with the Guilds." her heart said, "Do it for him.". It was about time that she started following her heart. What more in the name of love?

Walking over to her dresser, she picked up a miniature of her grandmother. On her throat was the heirloom. A necklace of gems. It had been given to her grandmother, before it was stolen. Her uncle wanted it back in the family.

She needed the Thieves Guild help to do so.

"Excuse moi," said the butler, Mr. Thompson. "There is a letter for you." He handed it to her and gracefully left the room.

The cover was an elaborate design that was etched in gold. The cover said: To Miss Devreaux. Carefully, she opened it and pulled out an invitation.

'You are cordially invited to be the guest of honor at a ball given by Jean-Luc LeBeau three days hence at 7:00p.m.'

Her breath was taken away. A ball? In MY honor?! It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. Mebbe I'll fine my prince charmin', mused Skye. But no, she had already found him. Her LeBeau prince wouldn't be there. Should I accept? It would be the perfect opportunity to get in touch with them.

"Mr. Thompson," yelled Skye. The man came in quietly. "Could y' deliver a message f' me?"

"Anything." smiled the butler, honored to be chosen to deliver the message.

"I would be honored t' attend de ball t'ree days hence at 7:00p.m." said Skye. "It's t'be delivered t' Jean-Luc LeBeau."

The man nodded solemnly at her and because of his important task, he left quickly.

It was quite late, but the last meal she had eaten was lunch. Sighing, she went into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. A smile came to her face when she thought back to the first time she had done this. Her cook, Mrs. Thompson, was quite shocked.

"What'cha doin'?" asked a little girl who had run into the kitchen.

"Well Emily, I'm eatin' supper 'cause I forgot ta." smiled Skye. Emily was Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's only child. The family lived in the house as well, but in the east wing (the servants quarters). "Want some?"

"Yeah!" said Emily, excited. Skye handed over half of her sandwich. She took a bite. "Yummy!"

"T'anks! It's not often I get complimented on my cookin'" grinned Skye.

The little girl's mouth dropped, "You cook?!?!"

"Sorta." grimaced Skye thinking back to the time that she had burnt steak at the X-manor. No one had let her live it down.

"Wow." said the little girl in awe. Mr. Thompson walked into the kitchen to see his daughter with his employer. He was aghast.

She had noticed it. "Emily, tomorrow, do y' want t'come wit' me t'find a dress for dis ball?" asked Skye.

"Yeah!!!" yelled Emily jumping up and down.

"Den y' need a good night's sleep, 'cause tomorrow will be a long day." smiled Skye. Emily jumped down off her chair and ran up to bed.

They both watched her go.

"Miss. thank you for your kindness towards Emily, but her lot in life is to be a servant. We don' have the money to even send her to college." stammered Mr. Thompson.

"Mr. Thompson." said Skye sternly. "I wish to make her my ward."

"You want to take our little girl away from us?!?" gasped Mr. Thompson, his face blanching.

"No." sighed Skye. "I wish her t'be in my name as a guardian, so dat she can go Cambridge if she wants, 'ave de connections I have, an' marry f'love, not money. I won't take her away from y'. We all live 'ere remember?"

"I would have to talk to the missus about that." Mr. Thompson said slowly.

"Y' do dat She starts school in two weeks, 'ave y' decision by den okay?" smiled Skye.

"Thanks you, Lady." gulped Mr. Thompson.

She finished her sandwich and went to bed.

 

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