My Dinner with André
DIMERA MANSION
André was in his Zen Room. He was meditating. He stood, took a deep breath, and grabbed a machete from the wall. He unsheathed it, and went through several complex motions with it. He put the sheath back over it, just as he heard a knock at the door. He put the sword back on the wall, and opened the door.
ANDRE: Yes?
HAROLD: Your dinner is ready, sir.
André smirked.
ANDRE: Excellent.
André quickly changed back into a tree-piece suit, and entered the dining room. Chad sat at one end of the table. André took his seat at the other end.
ANDRE: So glad you could join me.
CHAD: Why exactly was I summoned here?
ANDRE: Father thinks that we need to get to know one another. I surmised that this would be the best way, as, of course, man must eat to stay healthy.
He smirked again. Chad rolled his eyes. Harold brought out the food, and both men filled their plates and began to eat.
ANDRE: I'm sure you have questions.
CHAD: I do. Number one is this: before a few weeks ago, have we ever met?
ANDRE: No, I'm sorry to say, we have not.
CHAD: Really? See, right there, I can tell you're lying.
André smiled.
ANDRE: And, how is that?
CHAD: Because we have met. When I first came to town. Only, you weren't using the name André back then. Back then, your name was Tony! And you died!
ANDRE: No, I didn't. Tony did.
CHAD: So, what are you? His identical twin, or something?
ANDRE: For all intents and purposes, yes. Tony and I do look identical. Or, we would, if Tony had not met that terrific...I mean tragic...fate on the Pier.
CHAD: Okay. Question number two: why are you here?
ANDRE: I don't know if you're aware of this, Chad, but father is not well. No matter how hard he may try to hide it from you, I can tell. I came here under his instruction, to finish what he started. To continue on his legacy.
CHAD: And what exactly did father start?
ANDRE: All in good time, Chad. This is another reason why father thought we should have dinner.
CHAD: What do you mean?
ANDRE: You need to learn. Not only patience, but how to be a true DiMera. He would teach you himself, but he's afraid that he hasn't got much time left.
CHAD: How can that be? I've heard stories of how he raises from the dead. Father is the Phoenix.
André chuckled.
CHAD: What?
ANDRE: Oh, how cute. You actually think father is immortal. Stefano may have made a lucky escape from death many times, but let me assure you, Chad, that there is only one DiMera who can never really die. And it isn't father.
CHAD: So, you're saying that father isn't the Phoenix?
ANDRE: No, he's a Phoenix. He may be a Phoenix, but he's not the one true Phoenix.
CHAD: Then, who is?
André said nothing, as he picked up his glass to take a drink. But, he took particular care to make sure that Chad saw a ring on his finger. The one with the Phoenix emblem on it.
ANDRE: You know, I think we should have dinner together like this more often. Perhaps once a week.
CHAD: Why? So you can seduce me one meal at a time?
André chuckled.
ANDRE: Oh, Chad. Don't think you have that kind of celebrity status.
When dinner was finished, André stood.
ANDRE: Come with me.
CHAD: Where?
ANDRE: To begin your training, of course.
André led Chad to the Zen Room. They quickly changed out of their suits and into some more comfortable clothes. André took his sword off the wall. He got another one from a box in the corner of the room.
ANDRE: Tell me, Chad, while father spent that year grooming you, did he ever train you in martial arts? Fencing? Maybe sword fighting?
CHAD: No.
Chad looked very confused as André handed him a sword.
ANDRE: Then this is where the fun begins.
André unsheathed his sword and chuckled.
The End
Starring (in Order of Appearance):
Thaao Penghilis as ANDRE DIMERA
Julian Barnes as HAROLD
Billy Flynn as CHAD DIMERA
Written by André DiMera
This story is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead is purely coincidental.
André and Chad will return in 2016.
