The Enemy Within, Part 2

Last time: Best friends Lauren and Gracie find a strange portal and with their immense stupidty use it to cross into a different dimension. Upon the realization that they can’t get back Gracie blames Lauren and the two become bitter enemies.

Part 2: Sisters and Enemies 1945

Chapter 5: Que Ellen

“Get me another scotch, will ya Alfred?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Gracie sat back and smiled. I love being treated like royalty, she thought. Hell, I am royalty. [On an interesting note, I had one of my friends in seventh grade edit this for me, but she didn’t do much other than highlight all the cuss words.] Here I am, in the body of Que Ellen Bizac. The Bizacs. They are one of the most wealthy families in all of Scotland. She thought about the fight she and Lauren had. I remember it so clearly, she thought. The scene of that day when she learned that she had been damned here for all eternity.

Of course she hadn’t admitted it that day because she was so pissed off at Lauren she blamed it all on her. But she had eventually come to live with it. But not accept it. Oh no, she would never accept it.

After Gracie and Lauren had the fight and Lauren stopped off in heated anger, Gracie had tried to kill herself. She would’ve succeeded too--[If it weren’t for those meddlin’ kids! Yeah, I said it.]--if she had been in her own dimension. But since she was in this strange, primative, world, she couldn’t die there. As a spirit, Gracie walked around and around until about twenty years ago. She saw this old woman sleeping and though that mabey she could enter someone else’s body. It worked. After a while she found out the only possible way to get out of a body: Make the body and the nice person inside cease to exist.

About six years ago she stumbled up on a blonde haired blue eyed beauty named Que Ellen. [How did I come up with the name Que Ellen, you ask? Because I really liked the name Suellen (Remember Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead?) and I liked Que for a name, so wala! I put them together! I liked to make up names.] Que Ellen’s body was ten at the time, and she was one of the two daughters of wealthy Jacques and Babette Bizac. [Are they supposed to be French?] Her “sister,” London, was Que Ellen’s identical twin. [My friends who I let read parts of the story said London was a dumb name. Seems to be pretty popular now, bitches.] Gracie didn’t get along too well with London. She had that bitchy quality that reminded her of Lauren. God, how much did she hate Lauren? Enough to kill off the entire human race. But these creatures weren’t what you would call, human. They were primative. One thousand years behind her own beloved world that she left behind with her daughter. The world she was born in. In that world, they had ovens that cleaned themselves. Vacumes that vacuumed the floor themselves! Here, they didn’t even have ovens or vacumes! [Gracie, I beg to differ.]

Gracie wondered about Lauren. A lot. Where was she? How was she? Was she living in her own body? Or somebody else’s. . .

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Chapter 6: Hello Gracie

The Bizac’s - Jacques, Babette, and their two daughters London and Que Ellen. [Didn’t we establish this last chapter?]

“Guess what girls.” Babette said to her daughters.

“What,” London said somewhat eagerly.

“Your mother and I are going to one of my cousin’s wedding France,” Jacques said. [He no speak the English good.]

“Now girls,” started Babette. “Do not even think for a moment that we would leave you all alone. Now. The two of you are going to stay with friends of mine and your father. Alright.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gracie said.

“Where do your friends live?” asked London.

“Italy,” he father replied.

“Oh, Italy. I have always wanted to go there. I can hardly wait.” [Isn’t World War II going on around this time? Is it really safe to travel?]

Great, Gracie thought. Now I get to go to Italy with Ms. Wonderful. This is going to be the best trip an evil spirit has even taken. Going to Italy with an other evil spirit. But a different kind. Of the worst kind. The worst kind imaginable. A perky one. [I still hated perky people.] This is going to be on helluva trip.

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I don’t think its going to be so bad here. Especially now that Gracie’s here, thought the deranged mind of Lauren Sanders.

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Chapter 7: The love of her unatural life.

“We’re almost there Que Ellen,” London said to Gracie. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Yeah, as fun as a rattlesnake.

“I mean, it’s going to be you and me. The Bizac twins. Georgeous London and Que Ellen.” And as she said all this she was hopping around the carriage merily.

This is going to be wonderful, Gracie thought. I’m stuck with the Lauren wannabe bitch.

“We’re here,” a deep voice from the front of the carriage said. [They did have cars back then, you backwards morons.] “Come out and greet your friends.”

Gracie and London abeyed. There were some hugs, some I missed you’s, and some I’m so good to see you again.s. [I thought they’d never met these people before?] Hopefully this place will be more interesting than Scottland, Gracie thought. Or I’m gonna have to kill myself again. And maybe [Hallelujah! I spelled maybe right!] I’ll go ito the body of a boy That’ll be fun. I wonder what it will feel like.

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Five days lator Gracie was out for a walk in the town when she ran right into the most georgeous guy she had ever seen. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he said in a rich Australian accent.

“That’s all right,” Gracie replied. She extended her hand. “I’m Gr-Que Ellen Bizac.”

“Nice to meet you Que Ellen. Are you new in town?

“Yes. My sister London and I are visiting friends while our parents are in France.” She paused. “What about you? What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well it’s quite obvious that ‘s your not from around here. You have an Australian accent.”

“You got me Que.” He held his hands up in the air.

“It’s Que Ellen pleas.” [Bitch.] “And by the way, what is your name?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.” [Sounds like him and Fiona would be a match made in Heaven…] “It’s Stefan. Stefan Terris.” [Remember Stefan from The Vampire Diaries? Only this Stefan’s not as cool.]

“That’s a nice name.”

“I hope that this doesn’t sound to forward, Que Ellen. But will you bring me the pleasure of accompaning me to the debutant ball?” [Do they have those Italy? Methinks not.]

“Sure.” They just stared at each other for a moment dumbfounded. Then she told him where she was staying an to pick her up as seven.

As Gracie walked back to Damion, Celeste, and their daughter Lisette Wilks’ mansion [They are so not Italian], she thought I think I am in love. Stefan Terris. She giggled. The love of my unnatural life. . . . . . [You’re like sixty years old. Aren’t you a little past falling in love with a guy you spoke to for two seconds?]

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Chapter 8: Stephan meet London

The hours went by slowly for Gracie Deck. She had been ready since four o’clock that afternoon. When is he gonna get hear. She looked at the old grandfather clock in the hall. It’s only six-thirty. This is wonderful. Just wonderful. Then the peaceful silence was interrupted by the annoyingly high voice of London Bizac.

“Que Ellen, there’s some guy here for you! He keeps calling me you! Obviously you didn’t tell him that there are two of us!”

“He’s early,” she mumbled. [Shouldn’t you be excited or something? Since you've been ready for almost three hours...] She came down to find Stefan staring at her and London in awe.

“Oh yeah,” Gracie said to him. “I forgot to tell you there are two of us,” she said looking towards London. But not for long, she thought. [So ominous.] “Stefan meet London. London meet Stefan.”

“Hi,” London said smiling up at Stefan and extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m London Bizac, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Come on Stefan,” Gracie said as she pulled his arm. “We should get going or we’re gonna be late.”

“Oh yeah.” They started walking towards the door. “Nice to meet you London,” he called back.

She really seams to like him, Gracie thought. She might even try to steal Stefan away from me. [The horror!] Like I’m really gonna let that happen.

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Later that night Lauren snuck into Gracie’s room. Good. She’s asleep. Then she went back out. Lauren just stood there for a little while when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around. “Oh, Justin. You scared me.”

“Yeah, well that’s very nice. Why didn’t you tell me that you were here, Lauren?”

“I thought you would sense me.”

“I thought I did sense you. I thought you were that Que Ellen girl.”

“How dare you compare me with her, Justin. That’s Gracie!”

“Gracie,” he mumbled. Justin stood there dumbfounded. Then he spoke. “You mean that bitch that you were telling me about!” [Since they’re standing right outside Gracie’s door, I do hope he’s not yelling.]

“Yes! How much dumber can you get?” [Not much.]

“Well sorry Lauren. But look at the bright side.”

“What bright side?”

“Look,” he put his arm around her shoulders. “Gracie is dating Stefan. I am Stefan. The more we go out, the more she trust’s me. Then, when we eventually get engaged, we move in for the kill. Now Lauren, what do you think of that?” [So Justin’s Stefan, if you didn’t catch that.]

“Justin, it’s genius. Pure Genius.” [Let me get this straight, you’re going to date her and make her fall in love with you and propose to her, then you’re going to kill her when you know damn well she won’t actually die? Yeah. Genius.] And then the two of them walked off into the night with their arms around each other.