pulchritudinous part 3
October 28th 1727,
William arrived in London three days latter with his wife and horse, he left the children with his mistress “chubby Maggie” she was a bartender that worked at his favorite pub he was drunk when he met her, but it was true, lust at its best tugging them together.They knew each other for about eight years and, they got along fairly well, back in Scotland she was great great with the children, and also the mother of three of them.William was well equipped with what to say to his sister and her annoying maid, oh yes he he was very prepared to be the moral support after all she was the money in the family. It was an awfully cold that day and the sun was barely out, surprisingly he was making a pretty good earnings that season because he became an marijuana farmer.William pulled into Rachel’s estate with an smile on his face;he had three days worth of shrinkage so he was just excited to be welcomed to a warm home. Meredith opened to door,”William! Oui Mrs. Rachel we have company here,” Its a good thing I already planned supper.Top of the morn-in to ya, Maredith! William waved; while getting off of his carriage,come on in she gestured to them.William was wearing his most nicest clothes he wasn’t that wealthy but he was always willing to look his best,Although he rinked of Marijuana and salt, but with no shame in his heart,he then gave Rachael a tight hug.Oh, it’s so gud to see ya baby sister, All Rachel could do was smile at him, with a small tear in her eye, Come on, now take off yer coats and have some tea.Meredith hurried them into the sitting area. Rachael’s home was monumental and cold with large stairways and book shelf’s full of her husbands studies;it was full elegant artifacts from her husbands travels; he was a business man that was not very fond of the unorthodox shenanigans of his brother in law William.He forbid Rachael from seeing him plenty of times, this was very important to her.”So Rache,I see you hav, been doing gud for an sickly woman, how are ye?” Rachael staggered stuck in her thoughts, about her husband she was very slow to speak and a bit awkward, “Oh, damn,fine sorry I have been so discombobulated lately with John being gone and all. Martha was William’s his young wife she was only twenty seven years old and wore very little undergarments she was becoming ill, she seemed a bit off and Meredith treated her like a child every time she came to visit.Martha spoke very little words whenever she was around Rachel, she sometimes even avoided eye contact with her; no one really knew the meaning behind it though.William, glanced at his wife and noticed she was getting pale,with the dumb look on her face; he knew she was going to say something stupid. “well shit good ridence to yer I’m hope you git the bloody plague ya bitch”he thought to himself.Just when William was about to speak again to,Martha blurts out I’m pregnant by the reverend of our church, he’s a strange man with a dangerous reputation, “OH you dumb irrelevant child!” Meredith snapped, at Martha while serving tea Mrs.Banks is very ill and all you can say is wut wit in yer breaches.”Martha,I told ya hear, no mor of ya childish games, my poor ol sister is here sick in her big ol, house you dumb yanker!said,William”God is gonna snatch ya up and tear ya hide Meredith joked.
The room was quiet again almost too quiet,until William began to speak again, well sis is their anything to can du fo ye? Well my husband suggested to me I should give some of my wealth to you, and well I wrote a ,uhhh errr I wrote a to do list, with my will; you know, a list of goals,I wanted to achieve them as my death wish before my husband comes home Rachael explained while looking .As much fun as we had as children I wanted to well, travel with you to Ireland.
To be continued:
Pulchritudinous: part 1
Lying in my bedroom staring at the ceiling,waiting for him to return; and to think he was a gentleman I met on a train should I stay or should I go?He said, He loved me but he is strange, should I trust him. His Pulchritudinous smile, his lustful eyes and body, he seemed dangerous.
His touch was Eccentric and his eyes lit something inside of me up, like an old cigarette,I passed out in his arms as he held me, It was strange I have seen him many times in movies but
I never thought I’d love him like this.
To think it was one hundred years ago …
Blood dripped from her blouse,he gasp slowly and looked up to feel her pulse, she was completely unconscious, he didn’t care though. The year was 1727 and he had just met her at the world fair;Her name was Maria she was an italian maid that wore her corsets too tight,she was naive and stubborn because, her mama told her not to trust strangers.His Fiance was never home she was a traveling dancer named Lola.He was an unfamiliar man in a strange place.That was smoggy and the theater was ripe with visitors from all over, he spoke french but not that fluently he sat beneath the balcony and watched the opera from afar,he was timid and afraid of police catching him for the murder he had just committed, he was ready for a good fight, but not prepared to die again, after that last burning at the stake in france he couldn’t take it anymore.
Death was not an option, although he couldn’t help the fact that he loved mistresses, and ladies from the streets and brothels.”Well, She’s a plump one” he mumbled, to himself only to see the dutch’s vein throbbing from a distance due to anger with her spouse sir. Charles william the second, he feel asleep during the opera and his slobber was dripping all over her dress.Thomas was aroused as well disgusted and amused.She was beautiful and wealthy but, frankly not worth his time.What he was really looking for was a sucker to kill so he could take his wealth and his wife.
Thomas was sitting two rows away from Lady Marshall of the Marshal household, she was a beautiful copper skinned cherokee from the ameri lands, she was married to Sir john
Marshall the explorer that Thomas was not very fond of actually, “haha If I kill em, no one will miss em,”He let out a sinister grin, he wasn’t well known in london and He sure as hell was about to be. The opera’s very own Monteverdi of italy’s orchestra was in the middle of constructing their last piece; Then suddenly out of nowhere an explosion of fire erupted near the lobby hall and the doors flew open with guards escorting guest out through emergency exits.
Thomas kept his eyes on sir Marshall as the crowd rushed out of the building,It a man got a hold of him and punched him, he was about to start a riot as the men and women raced for their lives Thomas was moving with the crowd only to see, his wife Lady Marshall lost and confused it and then two gentlemen took her by surprise. “OH shit I guess I have to save her don’t I?.”
Thomas dashed through the crowd as he managed to make his way outside it those two were taking Lady marshal hostage. Thomas pulled out his dagger and looked around to avoid attention from the police; and race to her rescue and slit their throats with ease.Taking her by the hand he said, follow me! But she replied, my husband I must find him! Well you don’t have time he’s still in the building. Come with me!
The Next Morning:
Lady Marshall woke up in her undergarments on her bed only to hear a strange man’s voice in her room,
To be Continnued
A woman’s death wish
“Rachel? o, Racheal? dear, oh my, you look so dreadful I could hardly speak to you in that attire, poor thing it is simply terrible that you have to be so ill like this,” Meredith shook her out of slumber. Rachel begins to crack her eyes after resting for eight hours in her mother’s home, London was not the place she wanted to die especially in a state like this.Her father died in London, her mother died in London and by God,her baby sister died in London she was tired of the same old stories, simple tragedies and dumb tears cried over dreadful people that never cared for her in the first place.
Rachel was Diagnosed with the black plague only a week ago and she seemed pretty strong on her own without her maid Maredith hanging over her shoulder ,she was able to even saddle a horse all by herself. Rachel was stubborn pale and beautiful but, she was much more like her brother William, who never grew ill and always ate his porridge cold,and he was an ugly sight of a man, he was her best friend and Rachel wanted to spend her last days laughing with William.
So she sat in her bed and put on some new garments and begin to write a series of letters
I miss you so much, I hope your winter isn’t too awful, I have an very sickly looking cat I managed to named him Daffodil but, I absolutely hate him, he urinates on mother’s favorite love seat every morning and he meows at every second he’s awake.My illness isn’t getting any better but my spirits are doing well I want you to visit me so we can spend my last days on this earth together.
Much love ,
Rachel Emily Banks
Tell your wife to stop sending me those awful curtains I hate them.
Three days latter…
William received his letter from Rachel
Oh God, I’ve received a letter from Rachel again she was a bloody nuisance.I noe in my heart she meant the world to me but, she always had something mean to say about my stupid wife
Although she was a combination of a witch and a bloody bampot; that was out to steal my God forsaken soul.These were the thoughts William had while reading his letter from his sister. He was a naive and a troublemaker in his family; he had eight children and a really ugly horse he stole from a lad that was obsessed with vampires. “That bloak was fuckin weird” he thought to to himself as he glanced at the half shaven horse, God help him! Hideous thing it was shivering in the snow, seconds latter it keeled over. All was well with William and in some way he was optimistic to see her face again in all it’s pale glory.
William began to write a reply.
I Miss you as well, I also have adopted a lovely pet but, he just keeled over about a bit ago He was the lovely dopper of the family, a real prince. Other than that I hope to see you soon I plan to leave to visit you morrow ,do stay positive, you’re a strong girl you are! Stay chipper You! I will most likely, be in London by the evening with the Mrs.
William Gee Banks
My wife worked really hard making those curtains, just keep em.
To be continued,