MoonUnit - Chapters 16-18

Sensei

Vixen Montserrat stepped elegantly from behind a dark silk curtain in Goetha’s study. Vixen was unnaturally tall and her figure reminded Selbie of Lady Galadriel. Her champagne blonde curls neatly arranged under a 1940s style red hat and delicate hands gloved by white satin. Vixen was extremely beautiful, and strangely, there was a slight resemblance between her and Olly. They had the same eyes. As she crossed the dark office Selbie became aware of how graceful Vixen was. Nobody Selbie had ever met moved like her. With emerald green eyes she examined her new protégé. "I can see why my brother adores her" she said, if beauty had a voice it would sound like Vixen. She was hypnotising.

"Vixen is Olly’s sister" explained Katy. Selbie stared at Vixen, she could see it now, same eyes, same hair and both extremely beautiful. It was no surprise really. Vixen’s laugh was like glass breaking, "it is strange how people tend to overlook the accomplishments of the less famous sibling". Katy blushed and mumbled an apology. "Vixen is president and founder of the clothing company: Marple"
"Lets not forget a dancer and a model!"
"Of course" said Goetha sharply, she was getting annoyed. "Vixen is the most respected woman in the fashion business. Becoming her protégé and modelling for her company will only help your career Selbie". Vixen nodded enjoying the praise. "Fear not Madame Noiré, I will protect your precious investment with my life" she smiled, "but if I’m to succeed we really must dash"
"Do what you will. She is yours”. The look in Vixen’s eyes was that of a predator finally allowed to capture it prey. it scared Selbie but she followed her without a word.

"Worried Kathryn? You should not be. Vixen is the best, we both know that"
"I know that. But Selbie is still so young, I wonder if it’s going to be too much". Goetha smiled knowingly and shook her head. "If I’m right - which I know I am - you are underestimating her" she looked Katy straight in the eyes, "she is a very clever girl". Katy nodded in agreement and made a move to leave. "Wait Kathryn, I need to speak to you"
"Ma`am?"
"The London Sound festival?"
"We’re working on our act, I promise!"
"No, it is not that. This year I thought I would make it more interesting". Katy froze, she could almost smell the trouble brewing. "How do you mean?"
"I mean, the band that gets the most votes, gets centre stage this year"
"But Ma`am!" gasped Katy jumping up for real now, "we have never made it a voting competition before!". Goetha grinned eyes gleaming dangerously, "That is why it will be interesting". Shoulders slumped Katy gave in, there was obviously no changing Goetha’s mind. Just before her hand touched the golden door handle she was called back. "Your rivals will be WeNcH and Alexi Fabbercino. I suggest you be prepared. Do not let me down Kathryn!" Dejectedly Katy replied she wouldn’t. When she was out in the corridor Katy released her anger. The office water cooler didn’t stand a chance.

The double agent

Selbie Robinson was living a double life. By day, your average secondary school girl. By night, a talented rising model. Ever since that fateful meeting with Vixen a fortnight ago this had been Selbie’s life. she was exhausted.

They were sitting in the semi darkness of Olly’s mother’s bar. Danaë’s Kiss. Danaë herself was sitting behind the bar reading a magazine. She was a tiny woman but incredibly gorgeous. Long white blonde hair flowing over shoulders and rippling down her back, accompanied with amazing green eyes she gave Vixen a run for her money. The bar was closed and Selbie was resting head in arms on the cool granite surface. She was tired and it showed. Twirling strands of Selbie’s mousy hair in between his fingers Olly looked concerned. "You’re working to hard, you’ll burn out". Another fateful - but not wholey unwanted - event was becoming Olly’s girlfriend. Just thinking about that moment in the park, when he kissed her when she accepted made her smile. "Stop smiling, its not funny! You should take better care of yourself!" Olly shouted angrily giving her hair a sharp tug.

Looking up from her magazine Danaë smiled at her son. "Coming from the boy who denied the fact that he had an eating disorder for four years seems slightly hypocritical. Does it not?" she loved watching her son blush, it was so cute. Olly was really annoyed now, Tthat’s not the point, this is Selbie we are talking about"
"I don’t see the difference"
"God Mum! You are so aggravating don’t you have customers to serve!?”. Danaë laughed, "the bar is closed, and don’t be so cheeky! You may be a big-shot rock star but I’m still your mother!". Just like an embarrassed little kid Olly buried his head into his arms and sulked on the counter. Danaë stroked his head affectionately and left to clean up the rest of the bar before customers started coming.

Sulking on the bar Olly felt a hand slide through his. Thin fingers lacing through his own. "Thank you for worrying about me" came a small whisper from somewhere under Selbie’s arms. Sitting up Olly lifted her up to face him. She smiled weakly at him, too tired to speak. He kissed her. Selbie seemed to wake up and responded. Inwardly Olly smiled, he had never felt like this before. It drove him to distraction, but he loved it! Only when Danaë threw a wet towel at them did they separate.

Caught on camera

"Oi! Sleeping beauty wake up!" said Freddie poking his friend gently in the temple. "Hmmm?" mumbled Selbie beginning to stir, "did I fall asleep again"
"Yep, Professor Bedworth said to leave you, so I did. You were drooling"
"Omigosh really!?"
"No". Selbie tried to hit him but he dodged. "Anyway have you seen the cover of "Revolver" today?"
"No, why?"
"See for yourself". Freddie thrust the glossy cover off the magazine onto her desk and sat back. Picking it up Selbie let her eyes flick over it, then she screamed. "Yeah I know" said Freddie, hands over his ears. Blown up all over the cover for all the world to see was a picture of Selbie. Kissing Olly! It was from the bar yesterday and you couldn’t really see Selbie`s head but it was still her. She knew it! Above it was the headline: "Who’s that girl? Olly Glenpatrick and mystery girl continues on page eight". Letting her head slide into her hands Selbie groaned. She really hoped her Mother didn’t read Revolver.

Across the channel in an international French boarding school another girl saw the cover of Revolver. Bursting into a rage of uncontrollable jealousy that scared all her classmates stiff she stormed from the breakfast hall. Stamping upstairs she was already planning what she would say to the travel agents. No one kissed her boyfriend and lived!