In ancient Hamelin, a town of age-old fame,
A dire affliction cast its shadow: vermin untamed.
Rats of every hue and girth, relentless and sly,
Gnawed at hearth and larder, beneath each watchful eye.
Amid their despair, a stranger arrived one day,
Cloaked in resplendent raiment, a dazzling display.
With a slender pipe, and gaze both keen and bright,
He offered succor—eradicate their scourge, and set things right.
The mayor, compelled by hope, pledged golden reward,
If the Piper could lead the vermin from the town's ward.
So forth he played, a melody hauntingly sweet,
And rats, entranced, followed the alluring beat.
Into the Weser's dark embrace, they plunged and drowned,
And peace returned to Hamelin, all around.
Yet greed and treachery festered in the Mayor's breast,
For he repudiated his oath, denied the just request.
Incensed, the Piper's vengeance was not slow to start—
He played once more, and stole the town's children from every heart.
Through hills and caverns, enraptured, they went,
And Hamelin's sorrow was its bitterest lament.
"Young lady, your father has requests for your presence in his office." my personal maid Emilia as soon as she opened the door of my chamber.
It's been a week since I got trapped in the body of the woman who has the same face as me as well as the same name. And up until now I barely have any idea of how I shall exact her revenge she so for pleaded in my dream.
She visited me in my dream for a week already, saying the same thing over and over again. I told her I won't but she got on her knees and begged—crying in despair. She never told me anything. All she wants is for everyone who wronged her to bend their knees and die of the same exact cruelty she had lived.
Marie Antonia Montclair is my name, and her name as well. Damn it! All my effort of killing myself was gone to waste just like that. I'm still trying to figure out how to get out of this body cause everytime I try to kill myself in all possible ways I always came back in the same fucking room.
Why does it have to be me? I'm not cut out for revenge damn. Only thing I know is that I have a shit ass family who's in the politics and media. I was just a regular person in my past life with a convincing hate for politics.
I got out of bed and fix myself in the mirror. Damn it feels odd seeing my face in someone else's body. The original host was known for being a self centered individual who loves luxury and shiny things.
I can't really blame them, I'm fabulous and brilliant.
And if having self respect is being self centered then I don't know about you but I love me some gold and diamonds. I love spoiling myself.
I made my way to my father's office, his eyes glued to the stack if papers on his table. Damn that's what you have to do if you're a politician? I'd rather die.
"What is it?" I asked in monotone voice, I've been standing here for the last five minutes waiting for him to say a word but I guess I'd have to ask myself.
"Their is an upcoming gala this week, and I know you're gonna be there of course, can you please behave?" Antonia being the self centered she is, should always be in all events where she could flaunt her money and luxury. Covered in golds and diamonds is her every day theme.
As far as I know dressing myself extravagantly is not a crime. It's not my fault that I'm fabulous. Damn it feels weird excusing her spending addiction.
"I am behave. You're the one who told me to always present myself in ways that no one will ever think of being on the same room as me right? I'm doing exactly what you asked me to." If only this host's body toned down her spending habit, I shouldn't be saying this. Cause damn I have the same fucking habit in my past life it feels weird.
If you think about it my life was pretty much exactly like her, only difference is that I am an only child so I am basically spoiled and taught that money and luxury is my right.
"Just...don't overdo it. Go back." Those under eye bags is about to occupy half of his face. He should get some sleep. I don't care about him, I'm just way too bothered by this dark circles that's why.
"Is there someone else in the house? What's with the commotion downstairs?" I made my way out and checked the commotion going on.
That annoying laugh that always manages to get on my nerves is back at it again. Wonder who? My older sister Leana. I am the middle child and Diana is the youngest all from different mother's. Her father's infidelity cause this that cheating bastard!. I hate him. My father in my past life is a one woman kind of man, he never cheated. He loves my mom so much he would even offer and lay down his own life for her. Maybe that is why I never settled. Cause I keep on searching for a man like my father but there isn't.
"The hell is she laughing at this time of the morning?" I have an unjustified hate for her laugh, it's annoying and pitchy. Like what are you laughing like that for?
Ever since I woke up in this body, I automatically started hating everyone in this house. It's like a default on my settings. I fucking hate everyone, I could die.
I sometimes wanna slap leana on the face. Her face annoys me so much and Diana? It's no different even tho she was kind of tolerable she is still annoying I wanna smack her head to the ground.
It's that kind of hate. Maybe this is the original body's genuine disgust or I'm just a hateful wench who cannot stand everyone.
"Marie you're here?" anino ko lang to tanga.
"Obviously." bitch.
"Come! Breakfast is ready." The only thing I'm thankful for after being in this body? Is that I can act nasty all I want and no one will ever notice and supect that I consumed this body against my will.
"I'm here to tell you to tone it down" I was just about to go back to my room when she forcefully grab my arms, I almost stumbled down the stairs.
"The hell is your problem? Let go!" I tried to free myself but she just won't budge. Why is this wench being so stubborn?
"Beumont is here, don't you wanna see him?" Who? Why would I wanna see him?
"Who?"
"Oh c'mon! Beumont the guy you like!" I liked a guy? For heavens sake I liked a guy? I tried to rack my brain hoping for a tad bit of memory to go back. I got a glimpse of some faces and voice, I turned to look at his face.
Damn...he fine as hell.
I should applaud this host for her taste in a guy, not bad. But it's freaking seven in the morning and I'm still pissed, even a handsome face won't console me, especially now that this wench in front of me won't let go of my arm—acting as if were close.
"Will you let go? My arms are numb, were by the stairs and were not close. Fucking let go." She just smiled and insisted on me going with her. God is testing me and everyone is freaking testing me.
I forcefully pull my arms from her hands causing her to fall four steps down. That ain't my fault. I asked you two freaking times when I should have pushed you the first time. I was being generous.
"My lady! You should not be doing this!"
"Shut up. Pack your things, I'll have you fired." everyone's been getting on my nerves lately and it's not funny. I'm starting to understand why the original host wanted them to die in the most gruesome way, I just wish I'll have fun while doing so.
I felt someone staring at me, I turned to look at that guy Beumont. He's intently staring at me—his eyes deprived of emotion and nothing but coldness. I just rolled my eyes at him and made my way back to my room.
I wish you all dead.