Ah...when I look back at my time with Louise, I realise how crazy and great my first life was. I had Louise, I had my baby girl Valerie, my ungodly mother, Susanne Thomas was dead (as was her monstrous boyfriend, Alexander Pinto)...what more could I ask for? The only thing I needed was an addition made to my staff. So, before we delve into this story, I take this moment to tell you about how two innocent lives could have been spared...had they really been innocent.
So, anyway...the story goes back to around the time when Valerie was two months old and I was beginning to get bored of her. She was a baby, so she couldn't really do a lot so she was hardly the source of entertainment I was looking for. I know you're judging me, but please take a moment before you do that, to look at how awesomely awesome I am. You can't judge awesomely awesome people.

Anyway...so, Valerie was getting boring and Consuela wasn't that interesting either. So, I decided to employ someone who would take care of them while I could delve into my interests of erotica. Again, don't judge me. I am a woman, I have my own needs.

I got a lot-a lot of applications. People from India, China, Persia, France, and even Germany, somehow wanted to be employed in the royal household of Zxy Hemendip. I decided to go for the weird looking Indian who didn't speak a lot. He was weird looking in that his ears reminded me of pixies and his voice, though not part of his looks, reminded me of a squeaking woman. His name was Aneet Batel.
Weird name, weird looks, weird voice...now, we're talking!
I can still remember the day we first met. He was the strangest bloke I had ever met. The first thing he said to me was, "Mm?"
In my own head, I went "eh?"; to him, I just gave a weird expression.
"Where is your baby, child?"
Why, in the name of beelzebub, would he call me a child??
I put that aside and handed over Valerie to him, still amused that I had hired a male nanny. A manny.


So, with the responsibility of Valerie given away, I headed to my room where Louise was waiting with a navy suit on. (I know, right! Best thing ever!)

"Hello, sailor", I said as I entered, only disappointed when I saw that he wasn't wearing it. He was in his regular clothes, getting ready to leave.
"Sweetheart, I'm afraid I have to leave. One of your neighbouring dukes seems to be in urgent need of me."
As far as I could remember, I had no neighbouring dukes.
"Neighbouring dukes, darling?"
"Yes. Do you remember the George family?"
"Do you mean the family of the Duke of Lancashire?"
"Yes, them. The George family is back in the public eye and this time, Sir Grey George is with them."
As he said that, a sea of memories washed my mind and I was taken back to the time when I was seventeen....Grey....the first boy I had ever kissed....the boy who had had to leave town because his mother didn't wish him to be around me. That bitch...
But I outgrew my one-day long love for Grey. It wasn't the most difficult thing I had done, see.

"Will you be gone long?" I asked him.
"I hope not. They say that the father needs me. I should be back for dinner, I suppose", he said and kissed me goodbye.
I watched his carriage move away and realised that I needed a hot bath more than anything else. Not because I was tired or something but because...you know...I was bored.
"Aneet!" I called out.
The male nanny came running out with Valerie is his hands.
"Give me the baby...you can go and heat up some water for me...I simply must have a hot bath..."
"Yes", Aneet said, looking majorly confused. But I thought it was his usual look so I didn't give it much thought.
I played with Valerie for a while and called out to Aneet again.
"Aneet, is the water coming along?"
"Mm?" his squeaky voice croaked. "Yes, child...the water is ready."
"Excellent" I murmured and set Valerie in her cot. I walked out of the nursery and found Aneet waiting for me with the water.
"Yes, thank you, Batel", I said as he poured it out into the tub and left.
Not every hot bath goes the way this one went. Every hot bath involved a maid or an attendant setting out the hot water for me. Then I would get them out and undress, thinking about whoever the lover was at that time. This time, it all went the same way...I was just starting to think about Louise...when all of a sudden...out of nowehere...I put my foot into the water...and realise...that the water...is....wait for it...keep waiting...and I hope you're not from Canada, because the next part of the sentence is...COLD!
The water was so frikking cold! I said, "hot bath!" and THIS is what he makes out of it??
"Aneeeeet???" I called out, wrapping myself in a warm towel.
"Mm?" he said, stepping into the bath chamber/
"Do you remember exactly what I asked you to do?"
"Yes, child...you wanted me to get you water...so I did."
"No...what I wanted you to do was to get me water for a hot bath."
"It's the same thing, child", he mumbled.
"Is it? IS IT? Why don't you get into the tub and test it for yourself?"
And I did just that. I pushed him into the tub and didn't let him resurface for like a whole minute. He struggled to come up and I was sure he was panting in the inside and praying for dear life. But I couldn't help it. It was the one thing I had wanted. Hot water. Even that he couldn't get straight. How dumb was he? His pain gave me such joy...his cry gave me every reason to smile...
Soon, however, I realised that it was time to let him resurface. How much should I punish a bloke who can't get the water right?
So, I decided to relinquish control and let him breathe.
But he never did.
It was the worst thing ever!
Who the frikking Beelzebub would take care of my baby?
The man wouldn't breathe. He actually wouldn't breathe. The wuss couldn't survive breathlessness for a minute! Biggest douche ever!

I decided not to panic. The guy was dead. So, what could I do?
The first thing I did was to conclude that I was not to blame. Sure, I was the one who was holding him back. But this was an unintentional murder. I wasn't even that mad at him. I was angry, of course I was. But all my previous murders had had a reason. Like when I killed Samantha, she had insulted me. I killed Amanda because she was a born bitch. I killed my mum and Alexander Pinto because they were privately setting up their own private world of joy when they didn't deserve it at all. I killed James (sniff, sniff* because he suspected me. I killed Sam Viktor because he caught me and his brother going at it. It was pretty embarrassing. The seventh murder...that of Aneet Batel...it had no motive. He just got my water wrong. I would never kill him for that!
Eh...maybe he did deserve it. Because if you really think about it...you'd know that he was dull, boring, encouraged reading Chemistry, discouraged having fun and effectively brought life to a standstill. All these thoughts brought me to the conclusion that Aneet Batel probably did deserve death.
So, with the guilt factor gone, I sat down to think. Where would I keep the dead body? With the others, I had no problem. Samantha had drowned. Amanda...well, I had buried her because that was how mad I was at her. With my mum and AP, the hospital had taken full charge. Then James...ah, the poor thing...he had fallen off a cliff. "Accidentally". Sam Viktor was buried properly because people thought he had killed himself and Louise really helped me convince them that he was capable of doing that.
So, how should I have disposed of his body?
But would you look at my luck?
Just as I dat thinking about a way to get his body out, I heard the main door creaking open, Louise's voice penetrating the walls of my royal Edwardian style home. Edwardian, as in, it resembled the Edwardian style of the future. We are still in a time prior to the Edwardian era :)
I panicked. Louise was home. Aneet Batel was dead. I was in a towel.
It was the wildest moment of thought of my first life. For a minute, I swear I considered jumping out of the window. I did. I really did. But then Louise stepped into the bathroom.
"Hello, my lady", he said.
Oh, well...who knew? Had I just thrown my towel aside, he probably wouldn't have noticed that there was a dead man sitting next to me. But I suppose I was too late. He did notice Aneet Batel and was so shocked, I swear I haven't seen a funnier expression in my entire life.
"Zxy?!"
"Yes?"
He looked up from Aneet to me and I knew he knew that I had killed him. Accidentally, sure. But even so.
"Another murder? Do you never learn?"
"It was an accident!"
"Do you not care about your own children? For a minute, spare them a thought! Spare them your love and care and think about how dangerous it is to be with you! Think about the poor Aneet Batel's family."
"I do think about everything, Louise! Please don't think of me as a heartless package!"
"But, it's true! You are a heartless package!"
"A heartless package? If you call me that again, I swear on Beelzebub, they would be the last words you utter", I said, giving the exact same look I give to people when I am really mad at them. I guess that's what got Louise all terrified and he stopped talking.
"How did it happen?"
I narrated the entire incident of the water and everything and when satisfied that the story was over, he stood up and called out to Consuela.
"Where is Valerie?"
"I have no idea", I answered, looking up to look for her.
"Alright, that's it", Louise put his foot down. In his head *sniggers*
"You are a senseless woman, Zxy", he said. "And I don't think it should go on. You just don't seem to care about your children!"
"I do care about my children, Louise!"
"No, you don't!" he said and went on to point out the things that could classify me as an irresponsible mother. Gosh...he just wouldn't stop talking. On and on and on he went...at one point, I tried to squint my eyes and look at him. I realised that he resembled Lord Byron a little bit.
But goodness me and my arse, he wouldn't stop! So, I did what any sensible and freakish woman would do.
I put his head into the water and didn't let him resurface so that he can't talk.
And he didn't come up either.
Oops!

I could not believe it. The one man I had cared for after James...was gone,too. Dead. Like killed dead.
I killed him :O
The attendants would be suspicious, I knew. So, I did the best thing a sensible woman would do.
I fled. I decided to escape the town and start over with my father's money. This city was far too judgemental and if they ever came to know about the murder of Louise...boy, would I be the queen of controversy for the seven millionth time!