SOULBOUND ‡ pact
By Wes
Leigh
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"If love be rough with you, be rough with love."
-- Mercutio, from Romeo and Juliet, by William
Shakespeare
"Next."
Xavier moved confidently to the middle of the stage, took a
deep breath, and began reading the lines from the script. "If love be rough
with you, be rough with love; prick love for pricking, and you beat love down."
The anger in his voice was real, for he was thinking about
all the times love had betrayed him, and even now seemed to be drawing him to a
boy he could never love: Connor, standing on the field in his football uniform,
looking up with a friendly smile. No. It could never work.
Xavier's voice growled as he spoke the next line. "Give me a
mask to put over my face. A mask to cover that mask I call my face. What do
I care if someone sees my flaws? Let this mask, with its dark eyebrows, blush
for me." The last line he delivered with a snarl.
The director looked up from his notes, surprised. "Well ...
I've never heard Mercutio's analysis of love delivered with such ... anger. What
are you using as your motivation?"
Xavier dropped his gaze to his feet and softly answered,
"Love hurts more than it helps."
The director raised his eyebrows, nodded, and jotted a note.
"Your name?"
"Xavier Finton-Smyth."
"Age?"
"Fifteen."
"Can you get your parents' permission to perform?"
Xavier chuckled. "Yes."
"Very good. Thank you, Xavier. Next."
Sebastian and Regina moved to the center of the stage. "I'm
Sebastian Trilaney."
"And I'm Regina Fabbri. We'd like to audition together."
The director waved his hands for them to proceed.
Sebastian moved to the left side of the stage, knelt down
and bowed his head.
Regina moved to the right and stared sadly at the back of
the auditorium, before speaking. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my
love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Xavier, watching from the wings, stifled a laugh. Regina was
overdoing it, and it was actually amusing to watch her dramatically clutching
her hands to her chest as she delivered the lines.
Sebastian lifted his head and glanced longingly at Regina. In
a stage whisper, he asked, "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
Xavier was somewhat surprised and impressed. Sebastian had
delivered his line with skill and subtlety.
Regina sighed histrionically and said, " 'Tis
but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's
Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging
to a man."
Xavier glanced at the director who was rubbing his forehead
as if he had a headache.
Regina, oblivious, continued delivering her lines. "O, be
some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not
Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he
owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no
part of thee ... take all myself." Regina threw her arms wide, offering her body
to her hidden lover.
Sebastian rose to his feet and walked a step closer to
Regina. "I take thee at thy word," he said, his voice firm and clear. "Call me
but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo."
Regina turned, startled and asked, "What man art thou that
thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest
on my counsel?"
Sebastian moved another step and lifted one hand toward
Regina. "By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint,
is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would
tear the word."
The director waved his hands above his head to get their
attention. "Very good. Thank you. I think I've heard enough." He paused and
thought for a moment. The two were the right age to play the roles, and the young
man had skill, but the girl would require significant coaching. He sighed,
thinking to himself, `You moved here of your own will and accord to take this
job.' He smirked and thought, `Yes, I did. Don't remind me.' Then he smiled. `Must
quit talking to myself ... or at least stop arguing with myself.'
Glancing up at the young people still on the stage, he
asked, "Are the two of you auditioning for the lead roles?"
Sebastian nodded. Regina enthusiastically replied, "Yes,
sir. I've wanted to play Juliet for years."
The director tried not to roll his eyes. She couldn't be
older than fifteen. She wanted to play Juliet for years? Two or three, perhaps?
He checked his notes. "Xavier Finton-Smyth. Are you still here?"
Xavier moved back onto the stage. "Yes, sir."
"What roles are you interested in?"
"Anything, sir."
"You chose to audition as Mercutio. Would you like that
part? It's not a long one."
"That would be fine, sir," Xavier replied.
The director stood up and motioned all the auditioning
students to come onto the stage. They were mostly high school students, which
wasn't surprising, considering the size of the town. He would have liked to
have a few more adults in the production, but he could work with this. Smiling
at the young adults, he said, "I'm pleased and excited to find such eager
actors and actresses here in Agony, North Dakota. When I applied for the job, I
wasn't sure what I'd find, but there is some excellent raw talent here, and I'm
eager to begin working with you." He walked up next to the stage and continued,
"My name is Wolfgang Klaus, but I prefer to be called Wolfie."
The students laughed hearing this.
"Yes, I know," Wolfie said. "I was
teased in school quite often about my name. My family was originally from
Germany and thought it would be great fun to give their boy a strong, German
appellation. I learned to make fun of myself before anyone else could start. Now
... about myself ... I studied theater arts in college, I have a master's degree in
performing arts, and I've directed dozens of performances from classical to
modern. I am not getting paid very much to operate your community theater, so
your salaries will be equally modest."
Everyone laughed. Wolfie smiled
and said, "And there's bad news, I'm afraid. I suppose because of the size of
the town, we haven't had a significant turnout for auditions." He gestured at
the dozen students standing on the stage. "I don't want to disparage your
efforts. I am very gratified that you all turned out today, and you will all
have roles. Some of you may be asked to play several roles. And all of you will
be needed for behind stage jobs such as building sets and designing costumes. I
hope your skills are not limited solely to acting."
More laughter.
"Well, let's get started shall we. Sebastian, you will be
playing Romeo. Regina ... Juliet. Xavier, I'll have you play Mercutio, but since
you die early on, you'll also be playing the apothecary and a town guard from
time to time."
Xavier sighed with relief. As good as Sebastian was, Xavier
knew which of them was the better actor. But Xavier was fine with a smaller
role, particularly since it would mean he wouldn't be required to kiss Regina.
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Connor arrived in History just as the bell rang. He slid
into his chair next to Xavier and dropped his backpack on the floor next to the
desk. Bending over and rummaging through it, he pulled out his textbook and a
notebook. Dropping both on the desk, he opened the textbook and began reading
without saying a word to Xavier.
Xavier frowned. Something was wrong. "Hey," he whispered.
Connor bit his lip and nodded.
Xavier, feeling uncomfortable, opened his own textbook and
began reading silently. After a minute, he turned to Connor and said, "I think
I found an interesting way to do our presentation, so it will be clear we both
did the research."
Connor swallowed hard and said, "Fine."
Yes, something was definitely wrong. Xavier decided to press
on. "We can write up our report like the script of a play. We'll each have
lines to deliver."
Connor sighed. "Yeah. Sure."
Xavier studied Connor carefully. "Are you mad about
something?"
Connor gritted his teeth and asked, "Why should I be mad?"
"I don't know. But you look like you're upset."
Connor snorted. "Maybe I just don't like being assigned to
work on a project with someone like you."
Surprised by Connor's response, Xavier didn't reply. Embarrassed
into silence, Xavier turned back to his book and began reading again.
Connor leaned forward so he wouldn't have to look at Xavier
and buried his nose in the textbook.
For several minutes, neither said a word.
Finally, Xavier whispered, "Working with me wasn't a problem
last week. Why is it a problem now?"
Connor turned to look at Xavier and whispered back, "Maybe
I'm smarter this week. Maybe I see you for what you are."
Angry now, Xavier snapped, "Maybe you took one too many
blows to the skull during the game."
Connor's eyes narrowed. "Sure. That's it," he hissed. "The
big, dumb jock is brain damaged. Got it." He closed his textbook and stood up. "Mrs.
McDuffey, can I run to the restroom for a minute?"
Mrs. McDuffey looked at Connor through the top of her
bifocals. "Class just started, Connor. You couldn't take care of this before
class?"
"I don't feel so great, ma'am," Connor replied.
She waved a hand dismissively, so Connor stomped out of the
room, shutting the door harder than he intended.
Xavier bit his lip. What the hell was wrong with Connor? He'd
seemed so friendly after the game Friday. Something must have happened over the
weekend to change his mind. But what?
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The remainder of the week was torture. Neither boy spoke
during History class. Each worked on his part of the assignment, refusing to
look at the other boy for fear of starting an argument.
Sitting a few seats away, Regina noticed and smirked,
imagining World War III beginning soon.
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Wolfie had everyone sit in a large
circle on the stage floor. "Many people have attempted to copy Romeo and
Juliet. Some disastrously. Only the Bard managed to capture perfectly the
raw emotion of young love denied."
"The Bard?" Gregor asked. "Who's the Bard?"
"Shakespeare, you neanderthal," Regina replied with a sneer.
All the actors laughed.
Wolfie gestured for everyone to
settle down. "Shakespeare's genius was in throwing the audience for one loop
after another. He began with two noble families, the Capulets and the
Montagues. The audience would have known that it was common to have arranged
marriages between these families, and with two teens of the appropriate age—" He
pointed to Regina and Sebastian, causing a few snickers. "—one would assume
that an engagement between Romeo and Juliet would be welcomed. Not so in fair
Verona, for these two families were bitter enemies. Shakespeare doesn't go into
the historical reason for the feud, but he makes it clear that they hated
one another with a burning passion. And then he throws in the first delicious
plot twist: Romeo and Juliet experience love at first sight!"
Almost everyone chuckled hearing that, but Xavier was
staring at his feet, frowning. Nothing changes in this world. It's always the
same. Feuding families fuck up your life. Whether it's Montagues fighting
Capulets or vampires fighting werewolves, no one can ever be themselves. We're
doomed to hate for eternity. Nothing ever fucking changes. That was probably
why Connor was being such a jerk. His family probably took him aside and
explained the impossibility of a werewolf being friends with a vampire. Yeah,
they probably lectured him and demanded that he treat all vampires as sworn
enemies. That was the only possibility, the only explanation Xavier could
imagine.
Wolfie lifted the script and shook
it gently. "You won't have to work very hard to show the love between Romeo and
Juliet. The words will do it for you. We don't need to overpower the audience,
because the words will make it abundantly clear how deeply in love they are. Similarly,
we needn't be overly hateful when the Montagues address the Capulets. In fact,
I want you to be subtle. Speak as though you are the best of friends while acidic
epithets drip from your tongue!"
Xavier snorted. How very appropriate. His tongue brushed the
roof of his mouth where the vampiric glands held the venom used by vampires to
create new undead like themselves. One bite and acid dripped from red-tipped fangs
into the victim's bloodstream. Boom. Instant vampire. Acid epithets dripping,
dripping, dripping.
Wolfie smiled as he spoke. "Let
your hatred for one another be covered by the mask of civility. But like a wolf
in sheep's clothing, let the truth be slyly visible over time."
Xavier considered how Connor had talked to him in class that
afternoon, snapping and snarling like the wolf he was, and Xavier realized that
vampires weren't the only ones with sharp fangs and venomous words. Vampires
also weren't the only ones pretending to be something they weren't. Connor was
acting too. Acting like a high school student, an athlete, a regular guy. But
he wasn't any of those things, no. He was a werewolf.
It was so damned unfair. Xavier had actually felt drawn to Connor.
And he knew Connor felt the same. That much was obvious. But now? Now there was
nothing but anger and hate between them, without a single reason why. It was
bloody unfair.
Well, Xavier was tired of it. Whether it worked out for good
or bad, he was going to get some answers.
He knew he shouldn't be attracted to Connor, but he couldn't
help himself. Like Romeo seeing Juliet for the first time, his mind and his
heart were in conflict. His mind kept saying this will never work. His heart
urged him to find out why Connor was mad at him, resolve it, and then fall
hopelessly in love with the muscular werewolf.
Time to prick love back for pricking him, Xavier decided.
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Connor slammed his locker shut and was startled to see
Xavier standing next to him, studying him.
Connor hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. "What do you
want?"
"To talk," Xavier replied.
Frowning, Connor said, "We don't have anything to talk
about."
"That's the problem," Xavier said. "We aren't talking. We
aren't discussing our History project. We have one
week to finish the research and another week to prepare the report, and we
haven't spoken a civil word to each other for three days."
Connor took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I don't wanna work with you anymore. I wanna
switch with someone."
"We can't switch. You heard McDuffey. No changes. No
arguments. So maybe you should tell me why the hell you won't talk with me so
we can fix whatever it is that's eating you."
Connor nodded his head slowly, looking down and to one side
as he considered his words. He seemed to reach a decision and looked up at
Xavier. "You wanna talk? You wanna
know what's eatin' on me? Fine. Let's talk."
Connor grabbed Xavier by the arm and tugged him toward the
end of the hallway and the exit to the building.
Xavier was surprised by how strong Connor was. His grip on
Xavier's arm was tight and firm, making it impossible for Xavier to resist. Of
course, Xavier knew he could break free easily. He was a vampire, after all,
with a vampire's agility and unnatural strength, but this wasn't the time or
place to show that, so he went willingly with Connor.
They exited the building and found a secluded spot behind a
wall.
"You wanted to talk, so we're gonna
talk," Connor said, turning Xavier to face him.
"Good. Finally." Xavier's face was flushed. Maybe now he'd
get some answers.
Connor gritted his teeth and hissed, "I don't wanna work with someone who sucks the life out of others
and enjoys it."
Shaking his head in confusion, Xavier replied, "What do you
mean?"
Connor huffed. "You're gonna stand
there and tell me you have no idea what I'm talkin'
about?"
Xavier nodded his head. "Yes. I honestly do not understand
what you meant by all that."
"You're a vampire?"
"Of course, I am. You knew that weeks ago."
"And vampires are blood-sucking monsters, right?" Connor
hadn't intended that question to sound so hateful, but his adrenaline was
flowing now, preparing him to fight.
Xavier backed away a step, then nodded. "Yeah. Some are," he
admitted. "But modern vampires have found other ways to eat without killing
their victims."
Connor laughed bitterly. "Oh, yeah, I know all about that. You
put them in a trance, suck their cocks, and eat their emotions as they cum. Right?"
Xavier was stunned. How had Connor seen that? His eyes
narrowed as he studied Connor. "You were there?" he asked. "You were at the
party Saturday and you saw us?"
Connor nodded.
Xavier shook his head and looked down at his feet. "You saw
me sucking Brian's cock?"
"Yep." Connor's reply was short and chopped off.
With a frustrated sigh, Xavier looked up at Connor. "I don't
enjoy doing that, you know."
"Sucking cock? Or sucking emotions?" Connor's voice was
sharp and brittle.
Frowning, Xavier replied, "You're mad because I sucked
Brian's dick?"
Connor snorted. "No! Of course not. Caleb sucks my dick
every day, and I suck his too. That's not the problem."
"Then what is?"
Connor laughed bitterly. "You really don't get it? You don't
see a problem with manipulating people and stealing their feelings, their
emotions?"
"Of course, I do!" Xavier snapped. "I told you I don't enjoy
it."
"Then why do you do it?" Connor demanded.
Xavier sighed. "I don't have any choice."
"There's always a choice. You do it because you want to do
it."
Xavier turned angrily and started to walk away, then turned
back to stare at Connor's red and angry visage. "You don't know me, Connor
Finnigan. You know nothing about me. You don't know where I've come from or
what I've gone through. And you sure as FUCK don't know why I do what I have to
do."
Xavier left Connor standing there, his mouth hanging open in
surprise.
"How appropriate," Xavier muttered as he walked away. "Once
again, love has been rough with me. And I'm the one who gets beaten down. Fuck
love. Fuck William Shakespeare. And fuck Connor Finnigan!"
The
end of Chapter Seven of SOULBOUND PACT