#john deacon fantic

[warriorteam1924]

Your presence is wanted at this ghostly ball

John Deacon feat Miss T. 

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it will surely be one i got to write before things get incredibly busy in my life, leaving me with full prompts in mind that i’d actually have to write. It is halloween theme as you might guess, given the date. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback (honest and real feedback of course, otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all) Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes…. i didn’t have time to make any gif, so i took the one showing from here (X)

Warnings : my style of course, mentions of death, mention of paranormal. 

Summary : a ball to prepare to see someone....

Words count : 2.775 words words

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It had been an exhausting day for John Deacon. He was supposed to attend this music conference, but of course, nothing went as planned.

 The organizers told him all would be very easy when he would arrive, that he would have nothing to worry about. How wrong had they been?

 His flight had been delayed, because of the fog. Of course, it was too simple to blame the fog, but still. It made him miss his connection so he had to book another seat for another flight. It was nothing lethal, but it was truly annoying.

 And of course, when he arrived, the organization was a real mess. And it seemed everyone who wanted to attend this conference knew this, because it seemed the rest of the population had a plan. The only issue John had was he didn’t have any.

 He thus left the conference center truly disappointed. He would only be able to attend the conference he was interested in within a few days and he had nowhere to stay for the night. Because, obviously, all the hotels and bed and breakfast were fully booked.

 He took his phone out of his pocket, prayed for his battery to last long enough and eventually found a place, a bit far from the main city, that was true, but at least, it seemed they had vacancies. John made a quick phone call and what appeared to be an old lady answered, reassuring him, letting him know he could stay there for as long as he needed.

 After what seemed to be an eternity, John eventually found a taxi and headed to the old lady’s place.

 As John expected it, it was a very old building, but he couldn’t care less. He only wanted a shower and a bed to sleep. He truly was exhausted.

 He paid the taxi, took his luggage out of the tuck and headed to the front door. He took time to stare at the place, but he supposed it was too late to run away now, even if the place appeared slightly gloomy.

 John knocked on the door and waited, trying to put a reassuring smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure who needed to be reassured, the old lady or himself.

 He heard footsteps behind the wooden door and what seemed to be several locks being unlocked. The door slowly opened and John supposed the old lady he had on the phone was standing before him.

 “Hello”, she said with her faint and old voice.

 “Hello, I’m John Deacon, I called in the afternoon for a room.”, John replied, maybe slightly too enthusiastically.

 “Oh, yes, I recall, I recall.”, the old lady nodded. “Please come in. May I take your luggage?”, she asked.

 John looked at her, frowning. She surely was willing to give her best to be a good hostess, but she looked like she was a million years old. John wondered how she would be able to take his bag upstairs.

 “Oh, no, please don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”, John eventually replied with a smile.

 “Please, come in then.”, she said again.

 John entered the house and felt reassured to notice the house didn’t smell weird. It was an old lady’s house, with too many knick-knacks on the shelves.

 “Everyone calls me Miss T., cause my name is actually unpronounceable….”, she introduced herself as she closed the door.

 “Alright, Miss T. it is then, and I’m John Deacon.”, John replied, giving her his hand to shake.

 She shyly took it and John shivered when he felt the coldness of her fingers on his. He tried not to shiver, hoping this unpleasant feeling would remain unnoticed.

 “Shall I show you your room?”, she showed him the way to the stairs.

 “Yes, please. I must confess I’m a bit tired.”, John replied.

 Miss T. headed to the stairs, walking quite slowly. Yet, it seemed she was a strong and proud woman, not really willing to ask for help, despite her age.

 “Don’t pay attention to the pranksters in the living room playing cards. If they’re too noisy though, just let me know, I’ll make sure they keep quiet.”, Miss T. said as they passed in front of the living room door that was open.

 John glanced at the room, noticing there was no one at all. It seemed he was the only customer. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if the lady still had all her marbles.

 He followed her all the same in the stairs, leading to the bedrooms. Who was he to state anything about an old woman he had just met? Maybe at her age, his mental state would be worse.

 She opened a door and John was surprised to see a neat and large room. Miss T. headed to the window to open the curtains, adding a natural light to the bedroom. It wasn’t that bad after all. The decoration was truly not modern and fancy, but the room was clean and the sheets seemed as soft as a woman’s skin.

 Miss T. opened another door and informed John it was his private bathroom. The man walked in to find a tub and the loo. Again, all was sparkling, giving the impression the place was extremely clean.

 The hostess also told John about the old wardrobe, letting him know the doors were a bit old but that it wouldn’t be a problem for a man with his strength.

 The old lady eventually took her leave, knowing John needed a bit of privacy.

 “Diner will be ready when you’re hungry. Just come downstairs and we will feast together.”, she said before closing the door.

 ‘Feast together’, John thought to himself. A bit awkward, he had to admit. He plugged his phone and noticed there was no network at all. He shrugged and left his phone on the bed. He headed to the bathroom, thinking he had deserved a hot bath after this long and boisterous day.

 The tub was so comfy he almost fell asleep. The place was also very quiet, adding to his sleepiness.

 As the water was getting colder, he eventually got out and dried himself. He put on cleaned clothes and headed downstairs. His stomach was starting to be slightly noisy.

 John looked around him, not sure where the old lady was, but a delicious smell guided his step to a large room where a big table was set. There were many plates and John wondered if Miss T. was actually expecting more company.

 “Miss T.?”, John quietly called.

 The old lady emerged from a door that seemed to be the separation between the dining room and the kitchen.

 “Oh, there you are. We were only waiting for you.”, she said with a smile.

 John was tempted to ask who she meant by we, but again, he kept quiet and replied with a smile. The old lady pointed at a chair and John sat. She disappeared behind the door and came back with a serving trolley. She put a few steaming dishes on the big table and eventually sat as well, right next to John.

 “You got a fair amount of trouble just for a diner, didn’t you?”, John politely asked, staring at the dishes before him.

 “Oh, don’t worry, I’m used to it. Please, help yourself while it’s hot.”, she said, giving him a large spoon and pointing at the dishes.

 John nodded and helped himself with what seemed to be some kind of stew. The man thought that given her age, the stews probably were delicious and he wasn’t wrong. His taste buds danced in delight with every spoon he was putting in his mouth.

 The lady was smiling and talking, as if she was replying to other guests. Again, John didn’t say a thing, not willing to be a burden.

 Miss T. eventually took the dishes back to the kitchen after making sure John had tasted a bit of everything. She came back with another serving trolley full of desserts and John couldn’t resist a slice of a lemon tart, that was also absolutely delicious.

 At the end of dinner, after the old lady had cleared the table, she suggested they could all play cards together.

 Again, John felt highly uncomfortable. It was obvious there was no one else but the hostess and his only guest. And again, John tried to remain polite and gently declined, letting her know he needed a good night’s sleep.

 As he expected it, the sheets were very soft and the mattress very comfy. It didn’t take him very long to fall asleep.

 John wasn’t really the type of guy to have vivid dreams, if ever he dreamt at all.

 And yet, this night, he had one of these dreams, the ones that felt extremely real and that gave one the impression that it truly had happened.

 John dreamt of this very place and this very bedroom. He recalled not being alone in this bed. There was a woman with him, so beautiful and so amazing that he wasn’t sure words could ever describe her. And in this dream, the two of them shared a moment of passion, a pure bliss leading to an intense ecstasy. It wasn’t vulgar, it wasn’t lust or giving the feeling it was something wrong. It was just love making and pleasure giving. A sensation John thought he would never know.

 He woke up in the morning, still sweating and hoping he hadn’t actually made a mess in the bed. Thankfully, it was all about his mind making things up.

 As the sun was starting to shine outside, warming the bedroom, John got ready and headed downstairs.

 He walked directly towards the room where he had shared his diner with his hostess. The large table was again set and John startled when Miss T. emerged from the kitchen, with her serving trolley.

 “Good morning, Mister Deacon. Right on time to share breakfast with us.”, she greeted him with a smile.

 “Good morning, Miss T. May I help you?”, John asked, getting closer to her.

 “No, no, please have a sit and enjoy.”, she kindly replied.

 Again, the dishes were full: sausages, eggs, toasts, cheese…. Anything anyone could eat for breakfast. And again, the old lady seemed to be talking to someone, but John couldn’t see anyone.

 “Ahh, I don’t know….”, she said with a mischievous smile, looking at John.

 “I’m sorry, what?”, John replied, his mouth full with cheese and toast.

 “Did you dream of the beautiful lady?”, the old lady asked with the same smile on her lips.

 “What?”, John started to cough as his food went down the wrong way.

 The old lady laughed and looked at the invisible guests around the table.

 “Seems like he had a nice time.”, Miss T. joked. “Don’t worry, Mister Deacon, no one here is judging you.”, she reassured him.

 There was an awkward silence and the old lady carried on eating a bit, nodding and staring at the empty seats around the table.

 Eventually, she got closer to John and whispered in his ear.

 “Now we’re alone. Did she come to see you last night?”, she asked.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, John firmly replied.

 “Come on, Mister Deacon.”, she said with a nod.

 “How do you know that?”, John eventually surrendered, whispering as well.

 “Would you like to see her again?”, the old lady asked, still whispering.

 “What? How?”, John questioned her.

 “We’re going to have a little celebration tonight. Some kind of ball as we used to call it back then. I can make sure she’ll be here so that the two of you can meet again.”, Miss T said, very calmly.

 John had a million questions running in his head. How could she know? Was anything of this real? Was he still dreaming? What was going on?

 The old lady was still staring at him with a smile. John looked at her, trying to perceive any trace of anything that could indicate the lady couldn’t  be trusted.

 “Would you like to see her again? She’ll be here only if you’re willing to see her….”, the old lady eventually spoke again.

 John remained silent again. After all, what did he risk? If it was only fantasy, there was nothing wrong with it.

 “Okay. I’ll be there if she is.”, John nodded.

 “Excellent.”, the lady offered her hand for John to shake it.

 Again, her hand felt terribly cold, but John didn’t mind.

 “Yet, this time, I wouldn’t be refusing your help….”, Miss T. said. She seemed a bit annoyed to confess it.

 “Help?”, John asked.

 “Well, you surely did notice I’m no longer the woman I used to be. I’m old and my bones are sore. But I like to keep this place alive and this little celebration tonight is yet another opportunity to see it full of life. I’d need your help to make sure the place is ready for tonight. You know, move some furniture, clean a bit….”, the old lady said, lowering her voice.

 John looked at her and sighed. He felt bad for this old woman living on her own and having to do it all by herself in this big house.

 “Of course, Miss T. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”, John said with a smile.

 The two of them thus carried on their day together, Miss T. indicating what needed to be done and John complying. The preparation was interrupted by another delicious meal and at the end of the afternoon, the old lady was beaming.

 “This is going to be such a great celebration….”, she said with sparkles in her eyes. “You should take a bath and get ready for tonight.”, she nodded, before gently pushing John towards the stairs.

 John laughed and headed upstairs, feeling as light as a feather. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he was truly hoping for the best.

 He took another long bath, and fell asleep this time, given all the energy he had burnt during the day with Miss T. He woke up to the sound of laughter and music and people chatting. The sound was coming from downstairs. John rushed out of the tub, got dried and made sure to choose a nice outfit. He took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

 The place was beautiful and the guests were smiling and some were dancing. John greeted them with a nod, looking here and there to see if the beautiful lady was there.

 A moment passed, but John couldn’t see her. Maybe it was all a dream after all. He joined a few conversations, but his mind couldn’t think about anything and anyone else but the lady he had dreamt of.

 Eventually, he spotted Miss T. who was staring at him with a smile. He walked towards her, hoping he wasn’t looking too impatient.

 “Your celebration is going well Miss T. I hope you’re enjoying this as well.”, John kindly said, not daring to go straight to the point.

 “You’ve been enjoying the others’ company I see….”, she replied with a smile.

 “Yes, your guests are very pleasant, Miss T.”, the man confessed.

 “But don’t you think I have forgotten about you Mister Deacon.”, the old lady said with a smile.

 John couldn’t help but have a hopeful smile on his lips.

 “I’ll be right back.”, Miss T. said, and slowly walked out of the room, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

 He didn’t have to remain with them for too long though, since the beautiful lady appeared in the room, her presence eclipsing all the others’ in the room.

 She walked directly towards John with a genuine smile on her lips. John didn’t know what he was doing but he instinctively took her hand and brought her closer to his body. And as couples did in such celebrations, they started to dance. They didn’t say a word, the world around them had ceased to be. They only were staring at each other’s eyes, dancing in the night, sparkles in the irises.

 John had the feeling this night was endless but he didn’t complain. He felt nothing but joy, love, warmth in his heart. He didn’t care about anything. There was only her, this beautiful lady in his arms, dancing with him. Her soft skin against his reminding him of the ecstasy he had felt the night before.

 Little did he know that only his spirit was with the other’s that night. Because his corpse had been lying in the cold water of the tub and Miss T. was now dragging it outside to burry it, amongst the others.