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Generation 3 – Chapter 11

Walking through the apartment Electra let out a sigh of relief that her mother was nowhere in sight. She didn’t want to deal with Olive right now. Another letter from her headmistress was stowed in the inside pocket of her expensive private school blazer. She remembered a time, a few years ago, when her mother had bought her back into the school; it had since been followed with several more pay offs. The Belgravia-Stanislopolous wing of the library had been completed last year, the price of Electra’s continual failure on every single one of her tests. She didn’t want to think about it, as far as Electra was concerned school was an unnecessary burden, it wasn’t that she didn’t understand the value of education, just that she had no interest in it.

She admired the view of the city as she crossed her bedroom, the city was what she really loved. The summer they had spent in the south of France had been a drag, stuck in the country all day for six weeks had not been her idea of a good time. She loved the fact that the city on her doorstep was the elite, luxury world that so many yearned to be a part of, but just behind that was the down and dirty bars and clubs that she often frequented. You would never know that under the long shiny blonde curls, the impeccably cut and tailored school uniform, and the prerequisite good-girl white tights lay a girl who was always ready to party, and who was very much attracted to the rock and roll lifestyle of the lower city.

Peering over her shoulder as the winter sun set quickly behind her she was faced with her brother Sebastian, home late from school yet again.

“Where have you been?” Electra asked.

“Just getting rid of Tara, gee, she was a clinger.” He replied, referring to his latest (now ex) girlfriend.

Sebastian had been through many girls since he had finally plucked up the courage to ask Amber, his co conspirator in the rescue of Dog, out a few years back. He had stayed with her for three months, sharing a few kisses and many dates. Once puberty had hit him he changed in a big way. Dumping Amber (he gave her a diamond trinket from Tiffany as a parting gift) he proceeded to date anyone he chose. Girls fell at his feet, and he had no desire to turn them down. Although he had been out with most of the girls at his school he was becoming bored with the conservative, uptown females who were his usual dates. He wanted something different, and although his sister thought he knew nothing of her trips to the lower city he was infact very much aware of them, and planned on going with her. He needed to meet someone different. It was too fake for him uptown, just like his mother.

Flopping down on the bed Sebastian beckoned Electra, busy searching for imaginary blemishes in her perfect peaches-and-cream skin, to join him on the bed. Smiling at her reflection in the mirror she sat cross legged at his feet, wondering what he was going to ask.

“So, are you gonna take me downtown tonight?” He smiled at his sister as he spoke, wanting her to realise that he wasn’t about to tell Olive about her little trips.

“How did you know?” Electra asked, reciprocating the smile.

“I’m clever like that. So will you take me? I wanna meet a different girl, you know these girls from our school, they’re just not my scene anymore.” Electra suspected they ‘weren’t his scene anymore’ because he had gone out with so many of them.

“I dunno Sebastian, I’m not sure if this would be your scene either.” She was worried that her brother would be noticed at the bar, after all his out of school clothes usually consisted of a polo top and chinos, not exactly rock and roll. Although the bar she usually frequented didn’t seem at all Electra’s scene either the transformation she underwent before her outings was remarkable.

“C’mon sis, I’ll change, you can dress me in whatever. You probably have some guys clothes lying about right?” Another thing he knew that she thought she had kept secret – her boyfriends. Well, more male visitors than boyfriends, who she would sneak in under the cover of darkness; he rarely saw them, but if he took a peek out of his bedroom door (conveniently located directly opposite Electra’s) he could sometimes catch a glance of a shaggy haired rocker decked out in leathers or some other variation of the lower city music/art scene.

Electra continued to bite on her nails as she thought about Sebastians request, wondering if it would be a good idea for him to go down there.

“They can be pretty rough places you know…” She was cut off by her brothers angry interruption.

“I know how to handle myself sis, geez. I’m on the soccer team and the swim team, I’m not some kinda weakling who can’t put up a fight.” Electra knew Sebastian had never been in a fight in his life, the kids at their school just weren’t like that.

“C’mon Electra! I really wanna get out of this bubble, and we have to do it before mama gets back from Paris.” Growing up calling Olive ‘mama’ due to their French roots had stuck, the two were often mocked (in a friendly way of course) for it, and had been actively trying to call Olive ‘mother’ for the last few years.

“I dunno…” Electra bit her lip as she pushed her brother to the other side of the bed and lay down next to him, wondering if it would be the best idea. She certainly knew plenty of girls at the bar who’d love to try and get it on with her brother, but they had better keep their grubby little paws off of him. Most of the girls there were total tramps. He deserved someone worthy of him.

“Okay… lets do it.” Electra finally said after some consideration. She felt silly for taking so long to make up her mind, but she loved her brother, and never wanted to put him in a bad position. The bars she frequented were pretty rough, but if you knew how to handle yourself (which she thought she did) you’d be fine.

“Great! When shall we go?” He asked excitedly, jumping up from the bed and shredding his blazer, ready for whatever outfit Electra had for him.

“Tonight of course, why wait – life’s for living, right?”

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Electra and Sebastian stood outside the run down barn which had been converted into the hottest new club on the downtown scene. The journey had taken them a while, leaving the twinkling lights of uptown behind to journey over the hill which separated the peasants from the kings.

“What do you think?” Electra asked.

“Looks like a dump.” Sebastian replied, kicking out at some old weeds by his feet and moving a little closer to his sister as three leather clad men walked past him. As they navigated their way through the sea of motorcycles to the doors he thought it might not have been such a good idea.

“Bev!” Electra shouted over the din, “can I get a drink over here? The usual. And get my brother here a triple vodka and lemonade.” Beverly, the barmaid and owner of the club, a former model and notorious party girl turned bar owner nodded her understanding and set out making the drinks. She knew fine well the little girl with the mass of blonde hair was underage, and the kid with her looked about 12, but what did she care? The girl always tipped well and never caused her any trouble.

“Here you go sweetie.” She slid Electra’s drink down the table and set about doing Sebastian’s as he surveyed the room. It wasn’t what he was expecting. He had thought he was going to the lowest of the low, but it was actually a decent place, clearly a more expensive establishment trying to retain the dive bar feel. Loud rock music belted from an state of the art stereo encased in a nickel and dime wooden case, and smoke filled the room from carefully placed fog machines. A few stragglers were jiving on the small dance floor, but most of the people were sitting around in the booths and socializing as best they could over the music.

“You sure you’re old enough for this kid?” Beverly asked in mock-seriousness as she passed Sebastian’s drink over.

“Um – of course I am.” Sebastian looked down uncomfortably, fiddling with the collar on the leather jacket his sister had given him, left behind by one of her visitors.

“Come on, lets dance.” Electra tried dragging Sebastian to the dance floor but he resisted, protesting that he wanted to stay back and check the place out first. She knew he was looking for a girl. Spotting a guy who had been chasing her for a while she elbowed her way through the crowds and set about dancing with him, always keeping one eye on her brother to make sure he was okay.

Now that he had managed to get his sister off his case Sebastian knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had spotted her as soon as he walked in, stood by the bar watching what was going on, just like he was doing. Downing the drink and slamming the empty glass down on the bar he walked over to her, just managing to keep his cool.

“Hey there. Can I buy you a drink? I’m Sebastian.” He gave her his killer smile as he spoke. This one would be easy.

“No.” She glanced at him for a second before turning away, radiating ‘back off!’.

He was taken aback. Girls usually fell at his feet.

“Hey listen, its just a drink, whats the hurt in that?” He knew he could get this girl if he just tried, from her outlandish outfit to her attitude she was so different from all the girls he knew. The girl didn’t feel up for anything, especially this loser with the lame lines. She had just been through a messy breakup with her boyfriend, a leather clad biker of 27 who had expected her to cook, clean, and wash his clothes, as well as servicing him in many sexual ways that she did not enjoy while promising to hook her up with a contact of his in the record business.

“Just leave me alone, yeah? I’m meeting someone.” Her unwillingness to even talked to him only made him more interested, this was new for Sebastian. Every girl at school knew who he was; son of the richest woman in town, newly divorced Olive Elphinstone-Stanislopolous; great-grandson of the legendary actress and world renowned movie star Lily Belgravia; he thought it was his looks and charm that got him the girls, and a few times that was true – but mainly those girls were interested in his family and his money. This girl didn’t have a clue who he was, nor did she care.

“Hey, c’mon, am I really that ugly?” He smiled at her, throwing his arms open in mock-exasperation. Self-deprecation always did the trick.

She couldn’t help but check him out after that remark, and was surprised to find that he was actually rather handsome. The guys with the lame come-ons were usually the ugly ones.

“I guess not.” A weak smiled escaped her lips and he knew she was warming to him.

“Come on, this may be my last day on earth, at least let me dance with a beautiful girl before I go.” She couldn’t help but smile, and he marveled at how her pouting, arrogant face changed, the smile lighting up her whole face.

“Well I guess I can’t deny a dying man his last wish.” She would never let on, but she was immensley flattered by his invitiation. The club was full of beautiful girls, and she was getting evils from a tall, skinny blonde decked in head to toe leather on the dancefloor who seemed very possessive of Sebastian, but she refused to let on that she was intimidated.

“What’s your name anyway?” Sebastian asked.

“Liberty.” She replied, “Liberty Valentine.” She had hated the name growing up, but now she kind of liked it, she thought it gave her an edge. The two smiled at each other, although the connection hadn’t been instant it was definitely there now.

“Nice to meet you Liberty.” He gave her a big smile as he spoke, just stopping himself from saying ‘you can be my valentine any day.’ another one of his corny lines which worked so well uptown; he knew he had to try harder with this girl.

The two hit the dancefloor like a storm. Liberty was a little put off by the evils she was getting from Electra; thinking it was one of Sebastian’s jealous ex girlfriends or something along those lines, not his fiercely protective sister. Although he wasn’t the best dancer Sebastian made the whole thing entertaining by turning it all into a joke, pulling classic old school moves for laughs, and darting around everywhere like a maniac.

Even though they had only known each other a few hours the two felt immediately connected. Sebastian didn’t know what it was about her, she was beautiful yes, but they had barely spoken. There was just something about her, something about the way she looked at him with those eyes as they stood at the bar getting drinks after a good hour of dancing. They mesmerised him.

He couldn’t help himself any longer. Just as the loud voice of Beverly rang through the bar pronouncing it was closing time and they all better clear out he leaned forward and kissed her. He just couldn’t help himself, she was just so tempting. Luckily for him she reciprocated; she had been wondering whether she should do the same thing all night, or if he would think she was too forward. They both let themselves drop out of reality for a moment as their lips collided, he thought it sounded dumb, but he could be in love with this girl.

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Okay, so I finally have a new chapter! I’m going to try and read everyone elses blogs as soon possible, but it really is a daunting task – I’ve missed so much. 

I’m sorry this took so long and that its kind of lame, but I suppose its better than nothing, right? (hopeful)

Thank you guys for sticking by me, your words of support really helped me to get this chapter done, and I’m actually glad I did because I love the kids, and it’s gave me some ideas for the next generation, whoever that may be headed by. Who’s your favourite? Mine has to be Sebastian – but I do like Electra too, remember how she was raised guys!

Marissa x

Interlude: Kitty & Cora

Over the summer Kitty’s love of her journalism class went from strength to strength. She quickly moved to the top of the class, and by the time school came around she flew ahead of her classmates, standing out as ‘the one to watch’. Aspirations of being a political journalist were never far from her reach if she would call her grandfather, but she felt like she had cheated enough by asking him to get her on the summer course, so she kept working in her own time, hoping that the old saying ‘it’s not what you know, it’s who you know’ really wasn’t true; she wanted to think better of the world.

Devouring the ever updating political pages and reeling off article after article she sent them to every magazine in town, to no avail. Her frustration was only abated by the presence of Laurence, who she had been seeing ever since Oliver’s art show. They would spend long days roaming around the park hand in hand, evenings having dinner at the local bistros, and the cold winter nights curled up in the TV room. He was the one that kept her sane.

Although Kitty didn’t brag about the wealth of her family, or go around bragging about who she was, she still enjoyed the lifestyle that was afforded to her; something Laurence found difficult to deal with. Growing up in a single parent family on the wrong side of town Kitty’s life was something completely new to him. His mother had worked all the hours that god sent to put him through private school, leaving herself with nothing when she was paralysed at 40 after a bad car accident. Laurence did everything he could to keep the money coming in to pay for the full time nursing she required, but like Kitty he was finding it difficult to get a foot in the door. Laurence was too proud to accept the many offers for financial help that came from Kitty, but he was desperate to give his mother some security, and Kitty was desperate to help, so eventually they both gave in and went to see Chace.

Chace had been the top figure in business for the past 20 years, building a media and banking corporation that stood over all the others. He had been offering his granddaughter help for years, and was thrilled that she finally accepted; he didn’t mind that Laurence came along with her. He placed them both as junior editors at two of his separate publications. Of course he put Kitty in the better one. The magazines, resentful at first, quickly became dependent on the both of them to keep things running, finding their input invaluable. With his mother being safely looked after the two devoted even more time together, finally uttering those special words ‘I love you’ to each other.

After a day of pampering booked for her by Laurence, a walk in their favourite park where they marveled at the families running around with their dogs and their children, and a hearty meal at their favourite restaurant Laurence finally took the plunge.

She was thrilled when he popped the question, and immediately accepted. She had started to feel like she was lagging behind the rest of her family, Oliver was married with children, Tommy was in a steady relationship with his boyfriend and had been for some years, and Cora had been with an entire host of boys (but she was still a teen). Olive she didn’t know. She missed her sister desperately, and hadn’t heard from her in years. Their engagement period didn’t last long, a few weeks after Laurence proposed they married at a very small, very private ceremony on the beach.

The one thing they both wanted more than anything was a family. Both very family oriented, they planned on a huge brood of children with dogs, cats, horses, and a whole host of other animals in a rambling farmhouse in the country that they had seen while on a country drive. Unfortunately their wishes were proving difficult to achieve. The house was possible, they were both raking in money after flying up their career ladders, but as much as they prayed for Kitty to fall pregnant she simply seemed not to be able too. And it wasn’t for lack of trying.

After many unsuccessful months they went to see a doctor, who heartbreakingly informed them that Kitty had a less than 1% chance of having a child. Their dreams of family life came crashing down around them as they sat in the office, barely able to speak after hearing the news. Both of them withdrew from each other, in the old days they would sit and read together in a comfortable silence, now it was awkward between them.

Laurence hated himself for blaming Kitty for their marriage failing, he never voiced his thoughts to her, but he found it difficult to look at her without resenting her for not being able to provide him with a family. Kitty in turn couldn’t help but feel both guilty that she couldn’t fulfill Laurence’s wishes for a family, and depressed that her own family dream would never materialise. Physical attraction wasn’t a problem for the two, Kitty still found her husband extremely attractive, and Laurence vice versa. It was the emotional attraction that had drifted. The couple still had sex, even more so than when they were emotionally close, they found sex the only way to keep the marriage alive.

Amid the depression of her marriage, Kitty also became frustrated with her very temperamental immune system. Every day she would throw up for seemingly no reason. It became so bad that she had to start taking time off work. She also put on weight and began having cravings for chocolate and other high calorie foods like never before.

Finally going to see the doctor after months of sickness Kitty was in disbelief when the doctor informed her she was pregnant. Neither Kitty nor Laurence could believe it; against all the odds she had fallen pregnant. Their relationship seemed to heal overnight, awkwardness disintegrating, happiness returning. They both knew what a miracle this child was, and devoted themselves completely to it. Pregnancy books scattered the house, the cooking channel was always on, and Laurence was always listening and feeling Kitty’s tummy, reassuring himself that the baby was still okay.

On May 16th their daughter Alexis Williamson was born. They were over the moon that Kitty had gave birth without any trouble, they had been so convinced something would go wrong, after all the child was a miracle. They were realistic enough to realise that their dreams of a big family were over, but it didn’t matter. They had the love of each other, amazing careers, and a beautiful baby; after a long period of depression they finally had everything they wanted.

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Cora Belgravia had grown up as the perfect daughter. Everything that a good, respectful girl should be. Educated at a small, independent all-girls catholic school where, among her academic subjects, she studied piano and ballet. One of the more extroverted girls of the school she soon became extremely popular with both the teachers (due to her high grades and valuable participation in class) and her peers (due to her sense of fun which had stayed with her from childhood and her friendly nature). She didn’t really know much about boys, drinking, or drugs; the darker side of life. Fun for Cora was participating in one of her schools ballet performances or playing board games with her friends at a sleepover.

As much as Cora enjoyed her more conservative piano lessons she loved nothing more than getting her fathers guitar out and stringing a tune together. She was adept in most instruments, she just never got a chance to show her skills off.

She resorted to playing around the house, thrilling her family with her amazing talent. Her father Noah, who was high in the music industry, knew his daughter had a talent. She’d had it since she was young, bashing out music on the xylophone. He gently persuaded her to explore other avenues of music other than her piano; and her mother recommended getting herself out to some of the less reputable establishments around town to take in the local music. Arielle knew that her daughter had led a sheltered life, and prayed for her safety as Cora left the safety of the Belgravia gates.

The bars Cora visited were frightening to her at first, as she sat in the corner watching the action, but she soon found as long as she could hold her own there was nothing to fear. However the perfectly coordinated, conservative outfit didn’t help her out so black and leather soon became staples of her wardrobe as she began taking to the stage in the clubs with her fathers iconic guitar that he had used for so many concerts in the past.

It wasn’t long before she was a regular at many of the bars, performing night after night to decent sized crowds. In amongst the drunks, underage drinkers and prostitutes was a man named Jeremy Harris, an old timer on the dive bar scene who had been trying to break into the big leagues for years. He told Cora all about his vision for a group, and thought Cora would be perfect for it. After a little persuasion she agreed to form a group with Jeremy and The Bees were born.

Consisting of Jeremy on guitar, Cora on second guitar, Jeremy’s friend James on bass, and Cora’s shy school friend Lauren who also happened to be a master pianist. By the time Cora and Lauren graduated the band had steady gigs at a few local haunts and were improving their craft day by day, trying to piece together some original music.

Cora loved being in a band, she found the companionship much better than slugging it on her own, if she made a mistake she could laugh it off with the band instead of standing alone under the brights lights quickly going red with embarrassment. Her first experiences of life beyond the tinted windows of the limousine brought not just the band to her, but also her first boyfriend, James Fruscani, who played the bass in the band.

Being her first boyfriend she didn’t know what to expect, but despite his grungy lifestyle and arrogant attitude she found that when they were alone he could be quite sweet.

Cora soon discovered the joys of sex and cursed herself on missing out for so many years. The two would make love in Cora’s bed when Arielle and Noah weren’t home, a rather odd backdrop for the rock and roll couple.

Although the two loved each other after a year together they broke up. The band was struggling, and it took it’s toll on the relationship, especially as they worked together all day and were together all night. Cora was devastated by both the failure of the band of the failure of her first relationship, and distracted herself with many different boyfriends that didn’t last long; including a brief fling with Jeremey which widened tensions in the band even more.

As many people as the two went through while they weren’t together they soon found that only the other could make them happy, and began their relationship again secret; Arielle didn’t approve of James and the rest of the band thought it was damaging their performance. The disapproval of everyone else made it even more exciting for the couple. They would steal secret moments together when the performance was over and the bar had emptied out, or James would sneak through Cora’s window late at night. It was everything she had missed out on as a teenager, and she was thrilled by it.

On her nineteenth birthday, after many, many hours of drinking, dancing and performing the couple found themselves at the local church sheltering from the rain. Laughing and joking as they ran up and down the pews they suddenly decided to get married. They woke the priest, who was about to throw them out before they shoved a wad of green notes into his hand, and were married then and there. He eyed the young couple warily as he presided over the ceremony and watched as they exchanged cheap rings bought from an arcade machine down the street and had their first married kiss; ‘kids’ he thought with a sigh before going back up to bed.

Arielle didn’t take the news well, but the band took it even worse. They decided to throw Cora and James out, but by this point the two couldn’t have cared less. They decided to start a double act, and Cora & James soon became a rock and roll version of the great Motown double acts. They tore up both dive bars and high end joints alike, making their stamp not just on Redcliffe, but across the country.

They were soon touring extensively, just the two of them, which left plenty of time for after hours activities.

It wasn’t long before Cora was having to run out to the front garden on the Belgravia house during dinner to throw up, she knew she was pregnant.

She was desperately nervous about telling James the news, although she loved him she wasn’t sure if he’d be to thrilled about having a child; it may mean leaving the music world behind, at least for a couple of years.

In fact his reaction was the complete opposite, he was thrilled when she told him he was going to be a father and was there for her every step of the way, even holding her hand as she delivered their twin boys, Julian Belgravia and Alexander Belgravia.

The family continued to gain more and more popularity as they toured the globe, flying home every chance they could to show off the twins to the family, who had soon came to love James once they got to know him and realised the arrogance was only a facade; he let down his barriers when he was with them. Cora’s life had fell into place in the most unexpected way, the day she entered that dive bar she set her life on a course she never expected. She wouldn’t have it any other way.