My World Of Hopes, Dreams, Fantasies

Masquerade: Jane Austen, That Christian Grey

Christian blew up Roarke's lab. He thought it was funny I was cradling Jack's body. I turned into a wolf and bit his leg. He needed 42 stitches. I turned back into a human and slapped Ana. Roarke just cares about his Lab. I am leaving Fantasy Island. Tattoo cried. I hugged him and kissed his forehead. He is like a little boy but I adore him. I told Spacecraft Raccoon good bye. He is a friend. I told Dead Pool, Cheshire Cat and Thing good bye. This is like Dr. Moreau's island. Creature Feature!

As I was leaving, a woman came out of the mist wearing a lavender and purple dress. It couldn't be! It was Jane Austen.

"Roarke is fulfilling your fantasy. Vixey, Roarke is your Mr. Darcy. He loves you. Jack Sparrow was Wickham. You have success and love. I never got fame or my Mr. Darcy when I was alive. You have it all. I am glad you love my novels. Go to Mr. Roarke."

"Oh, Jane, Jack was important but he Wickham. I believe what you have to say. I admire you. You are my favorite author. Roarke is Mr. Darcy. I really do love him." I hugged Jane and she disappeared.

I ran to Roarke's mansion and we hugged and kissed. No words were needed.