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[b]Part 1 ★ ■ Outside the wind was tearing through the trees, buffeting against our cabin. The storm was building, so dark that you couldn't see much past the front porch. Yet I strained my eyes, searching for the source of the sounds assailing my ears. Loud cackling laughter and screams pierced the night, raising chills on my skin. "Arielle?! Get away from the door" my mothers panicked voice called out to me. I was pulled away, back inside the cabin as she locked and bolted the door. My father was rumaging around in some drawers, looking for something. "whats going on?" I asked weakly. The voices were so loud now. As usual, my parents seemed unable to hear them. "We're leaving" she said. Her voice was strained. None of us wanted to go, the cabin was home. One we'd had for a while. It was supposed to be safe. I fell to the floor, covering my ears with my hands; the noise was unbearable. "mommy" i whispered. She ran to me immediately, hearing my small plea. I felt the cool press of her fingertips to my temples as the pain receded. The noise was now just a low hum, fading into background noise. I knew from past experiences this wouldn't last long but at least it gave us a little time. "sweetie, you remember that room? the special one?" she asked me. I nodded. There was a room hidden behind the stove, small enough for one person. A child like me. "I need you to go in there. We're going to play a game" she said shakily. "Meria! We need to hurry. It's close" my dad called to my mom. He came over and swooped me up in his arms. "I love you baby" he whispered to me. His eyes were closed tightly, his chin resting on my head. "I know" I heard her reply. She sounded close to tears. "I'm not ready, Dorian. She's just a child!" she wailed. "I know. We have no choice. There is no other option anymore" he turned to face my mother. I was right, she had tears streaming down her face. She pressed a kiss firmly to my forehead and looked me in the eyes. Her silver ones were wide with fright. "Okay, sweetie, you remember that game we used to play when you were real little?" she spoke softly. I nodded in response, too worried to speak. "Well we're going to play that game now. I need you to be as quiet as you can be. After a while, we'll--" at this point she burst into tears. "we'll come get you out" my father finished. I'd never seen them this scared. We'd had a few close calls over the years but nothing like this. They both hugged me one last time before I was placed in the room behind the stove. Their faces were the last thing I saw before I was shut in. I wasn't scared of this room, it was safe. I'd played in here a lot when the weather was too wild outside or when the noise of the thunder used to scare me. Muffled voices filtered through the gap in the opening. It was so small you could only see patches of light. I pressed my ear to it, already afraid for my parents. I was safe in my room, but they weren't in here. "......she's strong Meira..." my father. "...I don't want to leave her!...." my mother's panicked voice. It was hard to discern but they sounded like they were arguing. "....It's time. Close it or we...........for nothing.....said goodbye..." he was moving away from my hole. The last thing I heard was my mothers sweet voice whisper to me. "We love you. Never forget that. Stay safe, for us baby. Stay safe." Then my world became darkness as they closed the barrier between my room and theirs. I had no idea how long had passed. It could have been minutes or hours. It felt like forever. I knew no sound, nor sight. All I could do was wait. Then eventually, someone came. At first all I could see was a slight flicker of light as the barrier opened. Then muted voices and footsteps. What sounded like scraping as the door to my room was forced open. Then I looked up and into the eyes of a woman I had never seen before. "Arielle? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" her voice was worried. I shook my head, no. "where's mommy?" I asked quietly. They'd told me they'd be the ones to get me. "Oh sweetheart," her features were strained as she watched me. "They're dead" "No" i protested. I'd seen them. They told me they were coming to get me. The strange woman reached for me. I was too weak to put up much of a fight. As she carried me outside, all I could remember between my room and the car, was red. Blood. Their blood. Shadowy shapes hovered here and there, taking pictures and talking quietly but when they saw me, all was silent. The woman held me so that I couldn't see what was happening but I heard one person whisper, "What will happen to the child now?" They really were gone. One last "no" escaped my lips before I faded into unconsciousness.[/b]

Waow..am seated with my bottle of hero...who will seat beside me..i think @vickola will.....

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[b]Part 2 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ● I woke up screaming. My heart beating wildly in my chest and sweat plastering my hair to my face. It was that dream again. The same one I always had. Their faces burned in my memory. Parent's I knew but would never see again. It had been 12 years; 12 years of torturing myself with that memory, over and over again until I couldn't think, couldn't feel. The numbness was what I craved, what I needed. I knew if I closed my eyes again I would see them, still in the aftershock of my dream, so I rolled over in bed, checking the time. 3.14am. I sighed, it could be worse. There would be no more sleep tonight so I got up. Time to go. I glanced around the room. It had been my home for the last 2 weeks, the longest I dared stay. Any longer and I'd risk being discovered. I flicked on the lamp beside my bed and stretched out my sore muscles. I'd spent too long training yesterday and my body was feeling it now. Just as my mind was weary from lack of sleep. 'Toughen up. princess' I told myself. That had been my mantra for as long as I could remember. It did no good to whinge and moan about something you couldn't help. Training was essential. Without it, I'd be useless if it came to a fight. I made my way to the bathroom in the small motel room. It was a run-down joint. One that wouldn't press for I.D or any other identification that I couldn't give. A fake name and a wad of cash around here goes a long way. The room was sparse, the harsh light from the flourescent lamp lighting the bare walls. Illuminating the ugly faded green coverlet on the bed to the dirty, stained floor. My one backpack sat on the floor beside the bed, within easy reaching distance. The bathroom was as bare as the room; and just as disgusting. Mouldy tiles and I didn't even want to know what was in the wastebasket. I turned on the shower and let the hot water ease the tension in my back and neck. Let the water clean away the sweat clinging to my skin. I stepped out and caught view of myself in the mirror. I didn't bother with cosmetics, never had time nor reason to wear any. I was pretty average anyway. While combing out my long hair, my mind wandered to where I could go next. There was one place I never wanted to go. I avoided that area like the plague. Not only would there be scouts running the perimeter of the cabin, the pain of having to relive that nightmare would be unbearable. The scouts themselves were enough to make my skin crawl. They were creatures sanctioned with the task of finding me. Monsters made of the stuff people become insomniacs over. "Minnesota it is then" I said bitterly. I hated ice. I hated snow. I hated anything cold, unfortunately it was the only place safe right now. I'd head to one of the big cities if I could but at this time of the year they'd be crawling all over the place. Then again, no matter where I went there were bound to be some of them. They amped up their search efforts around Christmas time. Mainly because they thought I'd be stupid enough to go somewhere familiar but also because all of that negative energy humming in the cities, from panic to stress or fear, is what they feed on. New Year's Eve is absolute chaos. If the rest of the human populace could see what I see, they would be driven to insanity. I headed back into the room to get changed into my traveling gear. I'd managed to pick up a few itens the day before so I could survive the cold outside. Slipping on a pair of black jeans and a grey long sleeve shirt, I looked out the window and into the night night. The motel I was staying at was located in a small town I'd never heard of. I was in Europe, in one of the native villages and most of the inhabitants didn't even speak english. Yippee for me. I couldn't wait to get off this continent. As I turned away from the window, something moved outside. I just caught it out of the corner of my eye. Ducking out of view of the window, I stole a peek from the very edge. It was there. The shadows surrounding it were what had caught my eye, shadows I knew all too well. It was a hound. One of the more experienced scouts by the way its shadows were undulating in the air behind it. You could tell how dangerous the creatures were by how dark their Aura's showed. This one had thick black shadows, like smoke. It was strong. It fixed its red eyes on me for a heartbeat before disappearing. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I bolted away from the window heading for my bag. It was about to get ugly. I'd been spotted by one of their scouts, knowing my scent had drawn them to this area. This motel in particular. If I didn't get out now, the inhabitants staying here were also in danger, something I couldn't allow. So run it was. I pulled out the bus schedule from my bag and checked times. Nothing. "Nothing?!" I began to panic. I hadn't been cornered in a long time, I was too careful. I'd let myself linger in one place for too long an now had to deal with the consequences. Shoving the useless paper back into my bag I sprinted out the door and downstairs. At a place like this they didn't bother having someone on guard duty. I pressed the buzzer for attendance a thousand times until someone came out too see what the racket was. "I need a car" I said urgently. He just stared back at me, still half-asleep. "Now!" I all but yelled. I wasn't sure if he could understand me so I pulled out what I knew would be understood in any language, and emptied the cash onto the bench in front of him. His eyes widened, taking in the full amount. "Car" I said again, motioning with my hands to prove my point. There was enough there to probably feed his family for an entire year. He turned around and came back out with a pair of keys in hand. "In shed" he said, and pointed behind the motel. His accent was thick and foreign, russian maybe? Instead of waiting around to find out, I grabbed the keys and headed for the door. I quickly did a check of the area and saw nothing but snow capped trees in every direction. If I focused harder I knew what I'd see. Shadows weaving in and out of the trees, growling and keening while they waited for orders. They were growing in numbers and soon, I knew they'd launch their attack. I sprinted for the shed now in view. I had just made it to the door when the sky darkened, if that were even possible at this point, and the clouds formed shapes. To anyone else it would just look like a storm, but I knew better. They were coming. The hounds' high pitched yowls and keens pierced the night. I couldn't wait any longer, another minute and the hunters would show up. The hunters were beings, formerly human, that had gone bad. As bad as you can go. They had black eyes and fangs that would convince many a human that they were vampires. 'If only' I thought. At least a vamp could be staked. I didn't have the first clue of how to kill these things, let alone evade them. I'd only seen them once before and that was way back from my childhood. We'd barely escaped that time. Their haunting laughter echoed around the valley, chilling me to the bone. I pulled the cover off the only car in the shed, a beat up old truck. It wouldn't go as fast as I wanted but at least it was sturdy. I'd tried escaping the hounds on a motorbike last time and had ended up with claw marks raked down my back. I still had scars. I slammed the door behind me and started the engine. Or at least I tried to. All that it got me was a short choked sound before it cut out. I checked the gas and found it had half a tank. Plenty enough to get me out of here if I could start the damn thing. Trying again, the engine wheezed, unhealty for a car. "come on" I urged, my efforts coming up useless. The engine sputtered to life just as the door to the shed flew open. There had to be at least 20 of them. 'They're going all out this time' I thought mentally. 'Of course they are' I argued with myself, 'They've got you'. 'Shut up' I silenced that train of thought. Now was not the time for an internal argument. I stepped on the gas, aiming to take as many of them out as I could manage. Too bad they knew how to use their legs and jumped out of the way. I drove like a bat out of hell, speeding, cutting corners, trying to put as much distance as possible between me and the enemy. I couldn't outrun them but I could lead them in the wrong direction. At least it would give me a chance to escape. Thankfully it had rained and not frozen over yet on the roads. I'd gained about a 5-minute lead on my pursuers so I decided to put my plan into action. Pulling over I saw a lake up ahead. 'Perfect' I thought. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤TBc [/b]

Am here, nice story

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[b]part 3 ▪▪▪▪▪▪ I stepped out of the car, careful not to leave any tracks lest they be found. I spotted a big long branch and tested its sturdiness. 'Not bad' i thought. It could be used as a weapon in an emergency. Heading back to the car I kicked it into gear and drove it straight towards the lake, bailing out the door at the last second. Just a tip, when jumping out of a moving vehicle, always roll on landing. It takes away the sting of the impact. Although on snow like I was, that didn't change much. It still hurt like a bitch. I waited until the car sank into the waters, out of sight. Not long after that the air bubbles stopped surfacing. The entire process had taken little less than 3 minutes. If I ever managed to get my pursuers to stop following me I'd have a fair chance in a career as a stunt woman. Not likely to happen though. I took one last glance around at my surroundings. It paid to be thorough when you were being tracked. I could hear the rumbling of thunder get closer as the clouds above darkened. They'd be here any second. I knew from past experiences that they'd expect me to be on the road, driving away as fast as possible. In other words, easy pickings. The longer they chased, the faster they became. I know, unfair right? I made my way off the road, into a snow embankment off to the side. Laying down, leaving no trace or sign that i'd even stopped the car, it would appear as though the car had kept going. The only issue was my scent. They could be able to smell it only slightly. I generally change clothes a lot to avoid this very thing from happening. I couldn't do much for it at this point, except stay out of sight and pray to whatever powers were out there that I wouldn't be found. I focus on slowing my breathing. The chill of the snow was seeping into my clothes, making me cold. 'Hang on' I told myself. It would be over soon. One way or another. The darkening cloud made its way overhead, flashes of light illuminating its depths. Showing outlines of creatures I wished I couldn't see. My world turned pitch black as the cloud obscured the waning moonlight. It would be dawn soon, the majority of the hunting party would have to return to their realm. The one thing they couldn't stand was sunlight. Some of the more powerful beings and solitaries were able to move about in the daylight, but as the creatures were born of darkness, that would always be their sactuary. The scouts were able to survive in the sun as they were originally the offspring of dark hounds and regular rottweilers from the human realm. As the years progressed, this line evolved into the scouts that plagued my existence today. They were faster, smarter, and more ruthless in their hunt than ever. You see, there are 3 planes of existence. At least, not including those after death. I have no willingness to discover those, the ghost of my past haunted me in memory already. No need to add to that. The first plane are the dwellers of the light. I didn't know much about them as they hardly ever interfere in the lives of humans. They avoided the depravity of this world, content to just go on existing in the paradise they created some millenia ago. It exists somewhere between the human realms of sky and earth. Where the two meet on the horizon. However, I had no idea how to transcend the barrier between their world and ours, if only I could. To laze away my days, free from worry or pain. No wonder they never leave their realm. The third plane, that of the underworlders, or dwellers of the dark, is my biggest problem. This human world is the fuel that feeds them, the wood to their pyre, if you will. The underworlders need humans to survive. As I mentioned earlier, they feed off emotion. So stirring up as much trouble as possible is their goal. The earth is their playground. Then you get us poor souls stuck in between. Earth is the even ground, a place where the two can connect. Beings from the first plane cannot exist within the third plane and vice versa. So basically, we're screwed. At least, from what I've been told, the beings from the first plane aren't evil. The myth is that they are where the idea of angels and faeries came from. I highly doubt they would terrorise humans like the underworlders, but then again, you never know. So this all leads to my cureent situation in the snow bank. What I wouldn't give to know nothing about their world. Ignorance really is bliss. A streak of lightning arced overhead. In that breif flash, I saw them. The scouts had arrived and passed my hiding place, moving with their inhuman speed, following the road. Not until they were out of sight did I dare to take another peek at the road behind me. Bad idea. As I did another scout came into view. It hadn't seen me and I was confident it could not but the panic still rose in me like always. It never went away in their prescence. The scout stopped dead in its tracks and I notcied that it was different to the others. This hound was slightly larger than the others, the alpha maybe? I wasn't sure if scouts followed regular canine behavior but I knew that in most pack animals there was always an alpha. This one was black like the others, still had the same glowing red eyes and sharp, pointed teeth. What was different was its markings, or at least is lack of them. The scouts are black with white markings. When they ran, to me they looked like shadows, smoke curling through the air, but what gave them away were the flashes of white you could pick out when they moved. This one had none. It was just plain black, and it scared the hell out of me. And it had stopped. It sat on its haunches in the middle of the road, as if waiting for something. Someone. Then, as if from nowhere, a man appeared, and the sky flashed ominously; the wind dying abruptly and all going quiet. He was tall, really really tall. He had to be over 6 foot for sure. And my god was he built. Lean muscles barely hidden beneath his black shirt beckoned you closer. I wanted to feel his skin beneath my fingers, to see if that skin was as smooth as it appeared. Too bad I couldn't see his face. I'd bet he was gorgeous, beyond gorgeous. Honestly? He looked like sex personified. And I wondered breifly what it would be like to snare him in bed. 'He's the enemy' my more rational side reasoned with me in its internal monologue. 'Yeah but for a piece of that, getting caught might be worth it' I retorted. I dug my fingers into the snow to bring myself back to the present, nothing was worth getting caught. Not ever. But looking at him, I could almost believe it would be. He crouched down closer to the hound. If he didn't have a long black coat on, I was sure I'd see back muscles rippling invitingly. 'Maybe he'd even have those cute little back dimples' I wondered silently. 'Arielle, cut it out' there it was, my sane side. Having different personalities had always been a problem. Usually I'd have to concentrate to try and follow the one rational voice, but the other side was always there, owning to my more inappropriate thoughts. Thank god it didn't voice them aloud. The man was talking, I could only catch mumbles thanks to my cover but it looked as though he was addressing the animal. Which proceeded to take a look around. The stranger stood back up and faced towards the lake. I couldn't check to see what he was looking at in case I moved and the hound saw me. 'What if the car's showing?' I panicked internally. I pushed those thoughts out of my head instead of letting them run loose, panicking would only make me slip up that much faster. The hound was closer now, sniffing around some bushes near my cover. The usual chant was pounding in my head, "fight or flight". If i stayed, I might be found. If I was found in my current spot I would be doomed, no way could I outrun them. There was always the chance they would tire of searching here and move on though. If I ran, they would know it was me in an instant and follow. Tough choice, but I'd never been one to sit around and wait while someone made the decision for me, I neber had that luxury. I didn't know if I made the right decision, but then again, second guessing youself if what gets people killed on a daily basis. With that thought, I sprang to my feet and sprinted away as fast as I could. I heard the hounds howl and the sound of paws hitting snow as it gave chase. I was thankful there was only one, but I had no idea what the man would do. He was the wild card. My stamina held and I fled into the treeline, hoping to lose them in its maze-likeness. The forests in this area of Europe were dense, and the scents of animals were everywhere; hopefully blocking mine out. Then again, mine was fresh. I concentrated on gauging how far behind my pursuers were and then came to a halt. There was no sound. No branches snapping under heavy paws, no sharp howl piercing the night. Not anything I was expecting; which made me uneasy. They never gave up, especially not if they were this close. I couldn't risk heading back to the road in case there was an ambush set up. Then again I didn't want to get lost in a forest, stuck in the middle of nowhere, and staying put would lead them to me eventually. What could i do? [/b]

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[b]part 4 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I stood there for what felt like an eternity. Even though it was probably only a few minutes. They had me stumped. Not only that, they had me caught. 'Not yet' I reminded myself. I'd been in tough scrapes before and always came out fighting. A plan was forming in my head, hopefully one that would work. I reasoned that they'd expect me to continue through the forest, at which point they'd have scouts ready to intercept me. Hell, they probably had a perimeter set up around the area. I wondered where the others had gone once they figured they were no longer chasing me. With that logic, heading back the way I'd come was also out of the question. They'd started to get smarter, catching onto how I thought and adjusting their hunting strategies accordingly. They'd probably have scouts at the entrance to the forest. The sun would rise soon, and they'd have to leave. In other words, they'd start to converge on this spot. I began jogging further down the tree line. Everything was pitch black, I knew the sky would be lightening but the heavy foilage stopped any light from filtering through the canopy. I stumbled a few times, less than I'd expect for walking through a forest at night but ended up with a few scratches none the less. At one point I even fell and jarred my knee, sending stinging pain all through my leg. What sucked was i couldn't even yell from the pain of it. I was more careful about where I moved from then on, even the slightest bumping of my knee hurt. I was close enough to the treeline now that I could see the sky was a pale grey. It had been cloudy for weeks but it looked clearer now, like the sun might actually show. 'Not long' I thought. Not long and they'd have to leave, but they'd be getting desperate. I crouched at the end of the trees, biting my lip to stop from wimpering. My eyes were tearing up from the pain in my leg. Up ahead I could make out the shapes of the hounds. The ones watching the entrance to the treeline. They'd made a perimeter like I knew they would. A few were whining and some were snarling, but it was all the same to me. They were the enemy, no matter how animal-like they appeared. They were all monsters. "We should have found her by now," one of them whined. He was scrawnier than the others. Going with my theory that the scouts were bred from hounds originally, talking wasn't out of the question. Although the original hell hounds were never this pathetic sounding. They were creatures to fear, and far less annoying. I wouldn't underestimate the scouts though, one-on-one they were a bump in the road of my day. But they had the abilitiy to signal others, some psychic telepathy thing that breached the barriers between our worlds and summoned the others here. As a pack, they were a full on nightmare. Their power grew in numbers. Looking at this one though, I'd say he was young. Probably new to the hunting scene. I wish I'd just had him to deal with from the beginning. Too bad my luck ran out 12 years ago. I looked further down the line, they were spread out at about 5 metre intevals and continued further than I could see in both directions. My only hope was the sun. The sky was a lighter colour now, between blue and grey, soon, I hoped I'd see the gold leak in. Unfortunately, before that happened, a hand wrapped around my arm, hoisting me up. The pain in my leg flared and I cried out in pain. Another hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me. The scouts were headed in this direction, investigating the noise. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" a voice spoke softly in my ear. "It appears I have found a stray," he joked mockingly. The scouts reached us then and bent their heads in respect. I'd had my doubts as to who had been able to creep up on me, but not anymore. "Just in time too," the voice spoke. The last thing I saw was the sun break silently over the mountain, spilling golden light into the valley.... just as I faded into the darkness. ************** I was floating on a tide of blissful unawareness. It was dark, but for once, i wasn't scared. Just peaceful. I could feel a cool breeze kiss my skin and continue on its way. I could see colours flashing behind my eyelids, dancing and spinning into shapes and words I didn't understand. I wondered vaguely if this is what dying felt like. If this was death, then I didn't mind. Seemed a lot easier than life. Life was difficult. Life was a bitch on the best of days. I wanted to stay here, just to float here for eternity. Was that so wrong? I was tired of running. Here there was no need. No worries. No sadness. Just peace. But like I said, life's a bitch. ************** This time, I didn't want to open my eyes. I had no idea of where I was, and I sure as hell knew there'd be no escaping. I was lying down on something soft, a bed maybe? But that seemed wrong. I'd been captured, more likely to have been thrown in a cell somewhere dark and unpleasant, but thats not what it felt like now. The sheets were silk, smooth against my cool skin. Suddenly I was freezing. The breeze returned, but this breeze was cold, frigid and icy. Adding to my discomfort. If that was even possible at this point. "You can open your eyes you know, you're safe here." I knew that voice. That was the same one from the forest, the whole reason I was here instead of on the road once more. The stranger. "Will it make a difference if I see your face before you kill me? I don't think so. And as for safe, you're full of it" I retorted, still with my eyes shut. A bad attitude and problems with stubborness are the result of living on your own for too long. As would happen to every other tennager in my place. "You seriously have issues don't you?" he replied. I liked the sound of his voice admittedly. It was sexy, rolling over your skin, leaving you wanting to hear more. Pitched perfectly between low and smooth. He sounded serious, but also like he was joking. Making fun of me. That pissed me off. Here I was about to die and he's making jokes. "You know," I said, sitting up and finally opening my eyes to glare at him, "You know nothing about me. So don't sit there and judge me, because quite frankly, I don't give a goddamn as to what you think!" I was finally seeing his face......bad idea. Mainly because I'd been right, he was gorgeous. Like, stop in the middle of a busy road and stare gorgeous, but also because he was grinning. Like getting me to open my eyes had been a game, one he'd just won. He was staring at my face, my eyes in particular. If I'd been uncomfortable before; it was nothing compared to now. So I did what I always do - I got snarky. "What is your problem? Am I so fascinatingly ugly that you can't stop looking at my face?" "Quite the opposite actually" he replied. I'd expected an equally sarcastic answer or even a rude comment, but that threw me off. So much that my mouth hung open before I remebered how to operate the lower half of my face. "uh, thanks. Good to know," I said. It was my usual answer whenever someone said something to me that made me uncomfortable. He was sitting on the edge of, yeah i was right - the bed, wearing a loose black shirt with the sleeves pushed up, and long black jeans. Although I'd say they were only long due to the fact that so were his legs. And so once again I found myself drooling over the enemy. It was kind of hard not to, I didn't get much face time with guys my own age. Or anyone really, and I'd never seen anyone this attractive. He would have destroyed the hotness statistics in Hollywood. I'd had a friend once when I was in Australia. She'd been my age and went to school like every other kid. I'd been around 14 at the time so "apparently" (not that I'd know considering I didn't hang out with people my age) meeting new people was the cool thing to do. She approached me while I was looking at some new clothes. "I like that one. It would look great on you," was all she'd said. She smiled and I thanked her. For the rest of that day we hung out, her giving me tips on what would suit me best and me asking her questions about her life. She always complained that her life was boring but to me, it was perfect. She had family, friends and went to school. Everything I'd never had. One day the scouts managed to track me through her. She had borrowed my jumper and so, carried my scent with her. Not that she knew. I barely escaped that encounter and knew from then on that having friends was too risky. Any sort of continuity was dangerous. The stranger must have seen the sadness written on my face but there was no way he'd know what it was about. Rather than say anything he smiled apologetically. Like he cared. "What are you doing?" I asked bluntly. "What do you mean?" he looked baffled. "Why are we sitting here exchanging formalities when we both know you're just going to kill me anyway. What, do you like to play with your prey before end its life? Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" I bit out angrily. He still looked confused. "You make me sound like a serial killer. I'm not going to kill you if thats what you mean." "Then why am I HERE?!" I raged. "Why have you been chasing me my whole life? I don't get to be normal, I don't get to have family or friends or even go to school and I was okay with that because the alternative was worse. What am I doing here if not to die? What have I wasted my life trying to avoid?" I was running out of steam. I'd been angry for so long and finally had a chance to get it out. Which was exactly what I needed - to vent. He waited until I'd finished and said only "You done whining now?" Idiot. That set me off. "You asshole! You don't care about anyone but yourself! You stupid, arrogant, chauvinistic--" my tirade was cut off when he leaned forward and kissed me. I'd never kissed anyone before and hadn't expected this. This rush of feeling, warmth spreading throughout my body. His lips were soft but his kiss was anything but gentle. It was demanding and hungry - claiming. "Do you ever stop talking?" he said between kisses. At this point I didn't care. I couldn't even remember why i was angry in the first place. Slowly, he wrapped my arms around his neck and moved his hands to my waist. I wrapped my fingers in his hair, loving the way it was the perfect length. I gave a little tug which he seemed to like, considering he groaned. I was no longer upright and his weight pressed me back onto the bed with only clothes seperating us. i meant it when i said I didn't care anymore. I was going to die anyway, regardless of what he said earlier. Why shouldn't I get to feel just once, what it is to be wanted? To feel needed for once in my life? I deserved that. So I gave myself over to him completely, without inhibition. I pulled his shirt off over his head, running my hands down his chest; over each muscle, delighting in the way they tensed beneath my hands. As if my touch drove him insane too. I kissed his skin the way i had first wanted to when I'd seen him on the road, smiling when I encountered the little back dimples I'd imagined. He pulled me up by the nape of my neck, grasping not roughly, but tenderly now. Kissing me slower, more deeply. His kisses drugging me in their depth. The rest of my clothes fell to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I rarely wore nice undergarments, mainly because I never needed to. thankfully, this was one of those times. My favourite pair so far, black and lacy with a small silver A in the middle (conincidence, I swear). He caught it and stared intently, smiling slightly before returning to my mouth. My hair had come free of its pony tail, spilling long and golden around us. The colour somewhere between honey and sunlight. He ran his fingers through the strands and i realised; I was about to have sex with someone who's name i didn't even know. I pulled away only slightly so that I could look at him. His silver eyes stared back at me in question. "I don't know your name," I whispered. "Ronan" he replied. All talking was lost after that. Our mouths were busy. The rest of our clothes fell away until we were skin to skin. 'At least you're not cold anymore' the inner voice in my head said to me. The rational side piped back 'You're insane'. Pushing my thoughts away, I silenced them both. I didn't even hesitate to wonder if what I was doing was right, or sane. I wanted this. He was the last chance I'd have to do this so I didn't care about his motives or hidden agendas. That was assuming he wasn't just some hot-headed rake out for a good time. Which sounded about right to me. But the way he was looking at me, it didn't feel impersonal. It was like he cared. Maybe on some level, he knew thats what I needed. We took things slowly, I let him lead. A concession on my part but then, I had no idea what I was doing. It wasn't something you needed to think about though, you just -- knew. It hurt for only a second and then was unlike anything you can imagine. Books and movies can't prepare you for it, they don't even come close. Not really. Sex is just something else. After, I fell asleep resting my head on his chest while he whispered words I couldn't understand and drew circles slowly on my back. I felt weak, but in a good way. Not weary like I had been for so long. I was at peace when I let the dreams carry me away from consciousness. ◇◇◆◆◆◆◆◆TBC [/b]

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Am confused.... Dont undastnd dx... Death of her parents at tender aqe.. The run and meetinq the quy she slept with.

jist sit tight @ebube u will soon understand the whole tin

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am solimly behind u boss following but @holykruzz what about Xena did u continue dey story

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[b]part 5 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I wish I could like dreaming. I wish my dreams were the kind you could lose yourself in and wake up with a smile instead of a scream on your lips. I wished for a lot of things I couldn't have. ********** The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that there was no light coming from the window. I thought, 'Surely I didn't sleep that little an amount of time? Or was it that long?' I didn't know. What I did know, was that I woke up alone. I looked around. You think he'd be around somewhere after last night. Him. "Ronan," I tested the name on my lips, smiling silently to myself. Looking around, I couldn't see any clothes, not even the ones that should have been on the floor, which surprised me. I stood up, taking the sheet with me, draping the black silk around until it was held in place by my hand clutching the fabric to me. Picking up the skirts of my makeshift dress with my free hand, I moved towards the balcony. The curtains, like everything else, were black. They were made of a gauzy material and moved in the slight breeze like a shroud, wafting around and grazing my skin. My hair blew around my shoulders, following the direction of the wind and framing my face. The balcony itself was beautiful, in a dark and twisted sort of way. As expected, it was black and made of some sort of rock. The whole thing seemed carved out of marble and polished until you could see youself in it. I looked down at the me reflected in its depths, more than a little daunted by the sheer size and opulence of this place. It seemed more like a palace than a prison. Closer to the bannister, something sparkly caught my eye. I'd always loved sparkly things, my mother used to call me a magpie. God I missed them. Moving towards the object, I crouched down to stare at it. It looked so fragile, as though one touch could cause it to shatter into a tiny thousand pieces, this little shard of light in all the darkness. It was a moon. A tiny pendant in the shape of a crescent moon so round, the ends almost touched to form a circle, but not quite. Picking it up carefully with the fingertips of one hand, I wondered what it was made of. Glass? Diamond maybe? If it really were diamond, it would be worth a fortune. It wasn't overly large but the craftmanship was incredible, approximately the size of bottle cap. "It's yours, if you'd like," he said. I glanced back into the room, still in my crouched position and bent over the little gem, to see him stride slowly out onto the balcony. I was surprised I could see at all with how dark it was. "There is no light here, but I thought you'd like something to remind you of how beautiful the night can be," he spoke softly. As if afraid to ruin the moment. I could barely look him in the eye, remembering anew the events of the past night, and going more than a little shy. I kept the emotion out of my voice when I replied, "Will I not be seeing it again then?" To which he did not reply. I sighed, "I love it. How am I supposed to wear it?" If I was going out, then I was going out true to my style. Why not have something beautiful to go with me? He continued his slow pace to where I was crouched on the ground and I stood cautiously. I held the little moon up to him as an offering, feeling self-conscious in the knowledge that all I was wrapped in was a silk bedsheet. He took the moon from my hands, leaving me to feel slightly depraved of its beauty and motioned for me to turn around. I did as he said and looked down as he fastened it around my neck on a little silver chain that came from who knows where. Maybe he'd had it with him the whole time. He let my hair fall back in place, sliding his fingers through the strands. I pressed my hand to the necklace lightly, "It's beautiful. Sure you're not wasting it on someone like me?" I said quietly. "Turn around and let me see" he replied. I did as he said and looked up into his silver gaze. "Exquisite," he breathed as he lowered his eyelids and bent his head to mine so that only our lips touched. I parted mine softly, in acceptance. I wanted as many of these moments as possible before I died, never mind that he was the cause. He took my face in his hands and kissed me slowly. As if savouring it as much as I. My skin was cool in the night but I felt myself getting warmer. His body was pressed against mine, holding me close against the breeze. I felt a shiver run down my spine, the good kind, as he kissed the bare skin of my shoulder. "You're cold," he said, more of a statement than a question. "We'll have to find you some new clothes" "Mmmm, that sounds nice, but maybe later," I said, leaning into him. I had no idea where my confidence came from. I didn't used to be so forward, but then again, I'd never felt so comfortable with someone. I guess death is a good incentive to let go of your fears. He chuckled quietly. "After that marathon last night, you're still not satisfied?" I shook my head no and moved past him in towards the bed. I glanced over my shoulder at him, silhouetted on the balcony he looked like something from another world. All tall, dark and dangerous. Every inch of him was divine and I needed the contact of his skin on mine to feel alive. It was like nothing else existed but the two of us in that moment. I sat on the bed still holding the sheet. I didn't have quite enough confidence to drop it just yet. He looked a little in pain as he sauntered over to me. "What is it?" I asked worriedly. Maybe I'd creeped him out with my pushiness. "I can't right now," he said. "No! No I want to, believe me you have no idea," he started at the surprised look on my face. I'd felt slightly rejected, it was not a nice feeling. "I just have some things to do. I was going to ask if you'd like to come with me but I wasn't sure if you were okay after.... well, you know," he looked a little sheepish. You think it would make him look less attractive but all it did was add a slightly boyish appearance to him. I was still preening over how he said he'd come to see if I was okay. He cared, although why he should was a mystery to me. It wasn't making sense to me. Was I going to die or not? There wasn't really a point in making sure someone's okay if you were just going to kill them. Which begged the question, what did he want with me? If he thought he was getting a sex slave he was dead wrong. Although the idea had possibilities.... "Arielle no! That is sooo degrading," my rational side piped up. I'd come to call her Jane. She was the goody-goody in me so why not give her a similar name? "Yeah but it'd totally be worth the hit to your ego," my worser side reiterated. We'll call her Carmen shall we? Jane and Carmen continued their internal banter while I struggled to figure out what I was going to do. Honesty had always been my best and worst attribute. Apparently some people didn't like to be told the truth and I could be pretty blunt at times. It may or may not have gotten me into trouble a few times in the past. "Ronan, are you going to kill me or what?" I asked, when in doubt, go with your gut feeling, and my gut was telling me to get it over with. "Didn't we go over this already? No, I'm not," he responded. I felt my brows knit together in confusion. What was I supposed to do then? "Why did you follow me then?" I had to know. "Well, thats what I needed to talk to you about. You're not going to like it but you'll find out soon enough I guess. Just trust me, when Sha-har returns you'll know everything." "Who's Sha-har?" I asked, curious as to this new female entering the picture, who somehow knew what was going on with me even though I didn't. It didn't seem fair. "Don't look so annoyed, she's a very wise, old, woman who I've known since childhood. She is respected by all, and that means you too," he said meaningfully. I could tell he meant I should behave in front of her. "I'm not an animal, I can control myself. So what do we do for now then?" I asked him. He seemed to think for a minute, staring at the floor. "Of course," he said aloud. "She can help," he was speaking to himself. "Uh, Ronan? Who can? What are you talking about?" I was completely baffled. "Well, we do need to leave this room at some point, and unless you want to just wear that," he said, motioning at my sheet. I shook my head no. "Well, you will need clothes. I'm no good at this thing, however, I know someone who is. She used to be my little sister's companion, but my sister is known for being a tad unruly. To put it simply, my sister was an absolute little terror and Saber had had enough," he explained. "Uh, Saber?" she sounded scary. Who named their kid Saber?? "It's a nickname. Her name is actually Sabine," he said with a laugh. "I'm gonna go grab her, do you need anything? There's a bathroom through there with a shower or bath and toiletries if you need them," he said. I followed to where he was looking and saw the shiny black door. I was getting used to expecting nothing else at this point. "I'll be back soon," he said, bending down and pressing a light kiss to my lips. I sighed into his embrace, but held myself in check. I really did want to clean myself up a little, no doubt I looked horrible at this point. "Mmm," he breathed into my hair, "very soon," he got up and left. I laughed quietly to myself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I wasn't running for my life anymore, so far it was a nice change of pace. I stood up and headed into what I hoped was a bathroom. What I found was an entire bathing suite. Off to my left was another door I imagined was the closet but other than that, the "bathroom" was huge. It was more like a completely new annex. Unlike the other room, the ceiling wasn't several metres above my head. The bedroom was more like a chamber, with a ridiculously high roof. I'd missed it last night but the room was lit by sconces on the walls, they burned a warm glow rather than a harsh light. It was pretty relaxing. Basically reminding me of tiny fires. The bathroom was also lit by the fire sconces, and they illuminated everything. From the long mirrored wall to the enormous bathtub in the middle of the room. Swimming pool was more accurate. What was it with these people and having everything huge? Well, I suppose if you have the money, why not? The bath of course, was black marble, and I could see myself in its reflection. I ran my fingers lightly across the surface, it was so smooth. I made sure there was no one around, not that there would have been but I'd gotten so used to having to check, and dropped the sheet to the tiled floor after turning on the taps in the bath. It filled up very quickly, bubbles and all even though I hadn't put them in. Talk about heaven. I washed my hair and delighted in the way the water slid over my skin, the perfect temperature. I didn't want to ever get out, however, Ronan had said he'd be back. "Ronan...... sexy-much?" I heard Carmen say. "I'll agree on that one, even for someone who you've known for what, a day?" even Jane agreed. That was a first, to my knowledge I hadn't heard them agree in the 12 years they'd been with me. Don't ask me what they were, I had no idea. I could just remember them always being there in the back of my mind when I thought about anything. I was pretty sure they were part of my sub-concious, which could possibly make me insane. Well, everyone has their issues, mine just happen to have their own personalities. I'd never responded to them before, more convinced than anything that they were figments of my imagination, but then again, with some of the things I'd seen, you never knew. "Can you hear me?" I asked internally. If someone walked in they would probably think I was talking to myself so I didn't say it aloud. "What do you think Princess? We're in YOUR head, so, I'm thinking yes," Carmen retorted. "Carmen! Don't be so rude. Yes, Arielle, we can hear you, loud and clear my dear," Jane responded. "Then why haven't you tried to talk to me before now?" "Because you would have freaked out and had a spaz attack. No way do any of us want to end up in a mental home," that was definetely Carmen. "We thought it best to let you come around on your own," Jane. "So, everytime I heard you and told you to shut up, you really were listening? Man, this is so weird," I told them. "Not everything is about you sunshine, this is weird for us too." "Yeah, but this is her head Carmen, she has a right to be worried. Personally, I don't think it's anything to stress over. We've been here for a while as you well know." Yeah, 12 years to be exact. Ever since the morning after my parents' died. Maybe this was just my way of dealing with it, well it was definetely out there. "Can we pick this up later?" I asked them. I was so not in the mood to deal with this now. On top of everything, learning that I was insane was not on my to-do list. "sure," they both replied in unision. I got out of the bath, all clean and relaxed. I wiped a section of the mirror to see myself through the steam. A black bath towel was wrapped around me with my hair hanging long and wet down my back. Looking at myself, I thought I might look different after last night. But there wasn't anything. I was still the same, still just me. My blue eyes stared back at me. I suppose I was lucky. Even for all my years of training and running, I didn't have that many scars, excepting the ones down the middle of my back in the shape of dragged claws. That really had been a bad week. Recovery was almost as painful as the wounds themselves had been. I wondered if Ronan had seen them last night. He must have, they weren't obvious now, but up close you could still see the silvery lines outlined on my tan skin. Sighing, I stepped away and dried off. I managed to find a toothbrush and hairbrush to groom myself a little. I still needed clothing. Taking a final perusory galnce at my reflection, I decided I was as cleaned up as I was gonna get decided to head for the door. I'd have to face the world eventually. [/b]

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[b]part 6 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ As I approached the door, someone began banging loudly on the otherside. "Hurry up in there human, I don't have all day," they yelled. It was female but the sound was distorted through the wood. "Saber, I told you to be nice, not to scare her," a voice I recognised as Ronan's replied to her loud yelling. "Being scared can be good for you every once in a while," she replied back. "Besides, not as if I care whether or not she likes me. I'm not here to jump to her tune you know." "No, but you will jump to mine and I said be nice." I decided I'd intervene before it got ugly. Opening the door, I met the girl head on. "Am I interupting?" I asked with a grin. She looked me over from head to toe, pursing her mouth at the towel wrapped around me, most likely in what looked like disapproval. Where Ronan was all dark and handsome, this one was all light and refined. She had platinum blonde locks that fell straight to her just past her shoulders and dark emerald green eyes framed by thich lashes. Her make-up was precise and perfect, not too heavy and complimenting her pale skin perfectly. When he'd said her name was Saber, I was expecting tall and intimidating. Maybe with scars and even piercings, not someone who looked like they spent their weekends at country clubs. She didn't look like she could fend off hello kitty let alone a real threat, and she lived in the underworld? Maybe things weren't as bad as I thought they were. Then again, these people are the reason my parent's were dead. It'd be stupid of me to underestimate her. She walked around me in a circle and I felt a moment of insecurity. Finishing her inspection she moved back in front of me and offered her hand to me. "Saber," she introduced herself. "Arielle," my response sounded wary. And I thought she wasn't intimidating? For a small person she was rather intense. She looked you dead in the eye when she spoke. "Okay, well I can work with this. Ronan, go do your thing and come back later when I'm finished with her," she turned to him and directed towards the door. I shot a confused look at Ronan, he shrugged his shoulders apologetically before turning around and wandering off to god knows where."Finished doing what with me?" I asked. I was a tad worried. "Getting you cleaned up and dressed properly. You don't really seem fit for a prince at the moment. The raw material is there, you just need polishing up." She said aloud, walking around me again. She picked up a strand of my hair, felt the texture and then let it fall again. I moved away from her scrutiny. "What do you mean 'fit for a prince'? "Well, what did you think he was? Do you really think any old person gets to live in the palace? No, you have to be royalty or a close friend. Or servant but you hardly ever see them around," she said pulling out what looked like a mini hand held. She began tapping away and pressing buttons. I couldn't see so I had no idea what she was doing. "Care to fill me in on this whole situation?" I hated not knowing things. And it was about time someone told me what was going on here. She sighed dramatically before launching into her explanation. "Try to keep up with me, and walk as we talk," she said, ushering me towards the door of the bedroom. We entered the hall when she began railing away and it took all my concentration to focus on what she was saying, I didn't noitice where we were going or even who passed us, even though I know a few were brought up short when they saw me in a bath towel. "Okay, so this is how it works. You're in the realm of Aió̱nia Nýchta, which roughly translated means 'eternal night'. In case you haven't noticed, which I'd say you haven't, there are no suns nor stars or even moons here. Thats because the creatures of this realm do not require them. Personally, I think they'd liven the place up a little, but then again that would be a moot point." We turned a corner and I saw something black slide down an adjacent hallway. "You don't want to know what that is so don't ask," she said bluntly. Saber kept up a good pace as we talked, I was a half head taller than her and was straining to keep up while she continued talking. "Ronan, is the prince of this realm and his mother, the queen, is anxious to meet you. Why, I have no idea. Regardless, you can't very well meet her in that," she said, shooting another disapproving glance at my towel. "It's my job to at least make you presentable. I'm doing this out of courtesy to her, I owe you nothing." "I don't expect you to. I didn't ask you to do this you know," I reiterated. The last thing I wanted was anyone to owe me anything. I wasn't weak and I could look after myself. But she was right, if I had to meet royalty, I should at least look respectable. It was Ronan's mother after all. Oh, that was sooo weird. One day I'm running for my life, the next I'm meeting underworld royalty. Well, life had certainly become interesting. "You said we were in aio---nych---somthing. What is that?" "Aió̱nia Nýchta. It's Greek, like I said, meaning eternal night. Most people just call it the Underworld. Or Aio'ni for short. Basically, it's home to everything you fear when you go to sleep at night. I don't even like to deal with some of the things that reside here, but home's home I guess. You'll get used to it......ah! here we are." I finally looked up from the floor to be presented with a large glass door. It was mirrored glass so I couldn't see inside, but scrawled on the mirror in red was "Illyria". Saber waited a moment before pushing open the door. She appeared to be readying herself for something. I decided not to ask. She pushed the door open to reveal the first room I'd come across that wasn't black. It was done in royal tones of red. Red drapes framing large glass windows, thick, plushy red carpeting, and red velvet setees and lounges. Seated on one of the setees reading what looked like a romance novel was a woman who appeared in her early 30s. She looked up on our arrival and squealed in delight at Saber, who noticeably cringed. Saber squeezed her eyes shut as the woman launched off the couch and ran to her, throwing her arms around Saber's waist and laughing happily. She was all but jumping up and down on the spot. "Saber honey, I'm so glad you decided to visit me today. Did you hear? I'm engaged!!" she said, pointing at the rock weighing down her left hand. That thing could take an eye out. "Yes, I did. I'm so happy for you," Saber said it sincerely, just without as much enthusiasm. "And I'd love nothing more than to ask when and how he finally proposed, but we have more pressing matters." "More pressing than my engagement? Oh, Who's your friend?" she said, turning to face me. "I'm Arielle," I introduced myself, needing to re-assert my independance after being handed off from person to person. It got a little degrading after a while. "She's staying in the west wing," Saber added, looking subtly at me before glancing back at the woman. The woman's mouth dropped open, apparently something had shocked her. "No way," she breathed. "You finally found her then? Does she know?" she asked Saber, ignoring me completely except for a few awed looks. "No, and we can't be the ones to tell her. It's not our place," she replied firmly. "You take all the fun out of this you know," the woman began to pout. "I'm standing right here you know," I pointed out, even though I'd known Saber wouldn't tell me about the big news. I'd find out later and blah, blah, blah. This sucked. And I was still in a bath towel to top it off. What a day this was turning out to be. "She is to meet the queen later to discuss the situation. For now, I've been told to get her at least presentable. Can you help?" she asked. "Of course I can hun, you came to the right place," she turned to me then. "Hi, sorry about that, I'm not usually so rude. The name's Illyria, but Lia's fine," she said with a grin. Her laugh lines showed when she talked, but overall I'd say she was a very attractive woman. She had curly brown hair, cut short to above her shoulders. I wasn't sure, but certain way's when it caught the light, her hair looked slightly red. I think the correct term for the colour was mahogany. "Lia was a good friend of my mothers. She is also the royal beautician and is going to help you. Play nice guys," she said, gliding over to a setee and dropping down to pick up the book Lia had discarded in her excitement; she began reading where Lia had left off. Then, the room shifted. We were no longer in the red room, but what looked like a salon. White walls covered by so many mirrors I couldn't count were complimented by a bright crystal chandelier in the ceiling. It rained down light on everything, reflecting in mirrors and temporarily blinding me. I had to squint while my sight adjusted. "Sorry, I forgot to warn you, the initial change of a room is hard on human eyes," she said, patting me on the shoulder. I wondered what they meant when the kept saying human. Then again, I was in another realm. She indicated a chair over to the left where a bench in front of a mirror was covered with all sorts of tools for cutting hair and doing nails. There were also an assortment of creams and masks and some vials of liquid i couldn't identify. I swear one of them moved. Yeah, I was definetely scared. As if on cue, and entire group of beings appeared. They were extremely small, barely reaching Lia's waist and extroadinarily pretty. They were male and female and all different. Some had leaves in their hair while some had ice crystals glittering on their eyelashes. The only thing they had in common were their eyes. They were black. "These are the da'vene. They are safe, trust me," Lia said as she began rubbing some form of liquid into my hair. "This will go easier with some music. Kael, would you mind?" she spoke to one of the da'veen. He had raven black hair that glistened in the light and I'm pretty sure I saw feathers near the collar on his back. he nodded once before leaving. After a moment, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard began to play in the room. I looked to see the raven-being playing what looked strangely like a flute only it didn't sound like anything I had heard. It was soothing like nothing you would believe. I felt the leather of the chair as I lay back, letting the music calm me. I had to trust these people, what other choice did I have? [/b]

[b]part 7 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I have no idea of how long I was in that place for. It felt like it had been hours. Considering there was no sun I couldn't even tell if it was day or night. All I knew was that they'd spent a lot of time on me. I'd like to say their time was wasted, but really it wasn't. They were good at what they did. "So hun, what do you think?" Lia spun my chair around to face the mirror. It took everything in me not to gasp. The creature staring back at me looked as if they belonged here, an enchantress. Her skin was flawless, full of life. Her hair, spun gold, hanging to her waist in elegant spirals. Everything about her was polished to perfection. She'd even give Saber a run for her money. Dark sapphire eyes were rimmed by thick dark lashes, her lips lush and the colour of pale roses. I looked down at my hands, even the nails were buffed and polished. I'd never had nice nails because I trained too much to bother with painting them - it had always chipped off. I'd never bothered with any of these things, it was all new to me. So I found myself staring back at the beauty in my reflection. "Is that me?" I asked, then realised how stupid I sounded. Of course it was. I raised a hand, watching my reflection copy the action, lightly grazing the skin of her neck. It was smooth and soft. Her skin - my skin. "Of course it is. You look stunning," she said, beaming with pride at her work. "I must admit though, you were a bit of a disaster when you came in. It was like you've never even had a haircut," she said with a visible shudder. I looked at the ground. I knew I wasn't much to look at. Not exactly as if I had reason to worry about my appearance, I never went anywhere. I probably reminded them of a stray dog, rough around the edges and homeless. While my hair was long, it had been unruly and in bad need of a cut. Not to mention my skin had been lacerated by the branches in the forset, my knee was proof of that. At least I thought it was. 'It hasn't even bothered me these last few....whatever its been since I got here' I reasoned with myself. I bent forward and lifted the hem of dress they'd put me in when I'd arrived. Narrowing my gaze, I lightly touched the skin of my knee, it was completely healed. Not even a scratch was visible on my skin from any of my cuts. "How?" I asked Lia, glancing back up to look at her. "How what?" she said distractedly, still fussing with my hair arrangement. She was pulling it up and twisting the length of it, trying different styles. "I'm going to leave it down, somehow I think you'll be more comfortable that way." She motioned to one of her assistants who held up a pair of diamond earrings. "No, the other ones, those are too distracting. She needs something simpler, when will you learn Niami?" The creature huffed and walked away, returning with a small pair of what looked like tear-shaped sapphires on a bed of diamond shards made to look like a delicate web. "Ooooh perfect!" Lia crooned, giving her assistant a zealous nod of approval. "Here," she said, handing them to me. "Put them in while I find some matching hair clips, I changed my mind about your hair, we'll leave it down but I'll pull back some of the weight and just fasten it around the back." Most of what she'd said hadn't even registered with me, I was too busy admiring the earrings but more importantly, wondering how to put them in. I'd never gotten my ears pierced. "Slight problem," I said interrupting her. She looked at me quizzically. "Yes dear?" I pointed to my ear lobes in response. She stared, confused for a moment, until realisation spread across her face. "Oh, well," she pursed her lips thoughtfully, "we'll just have to do something about that. I'm sure you don't mind now do you?" she smiled and straight away one of the creatures, this one was slightly greenish in colour with long strands of seaweed for hair, handed her what looked to me like a gun. I tensed automatically, unsure of what was going on. "You okay? You can relax, this will only hurt for a moment. Besides, I'm sure you've felt worse before..." She readied herself by a table, picking up random objects then putting them down again. She turned around, obviously having found what she was looking for, and held up both the gun and some kind of cream in a jar. It had a label but it was written in some strange language that used a mixture of cursive symbols and images. "I take that isn't a real gun right?" I said, I had no idea what was going on but I was unarmed in any case. I liked Lia, but someone that erratic was unpredictable. "Oh sugar, heavens no! I'm not going to shoot you dear, It's my job to make you flawless, why on Earth would I kill you before anyone had even had the chance to see my work?" she shook her head, laughing at the idea. It made sense. But I still didn't miss the fact that she hadn't said she wouldn't kill me, just that she wouldn't kill me before someone had seen her work. I needed to be more careful, I didn't know these people, any of them. They could all be serial killers, then there was the fact I still didn't know what my purpose was in all of this. Hopefully meeting the Queen would clear things up. "Okay, so this is what I'm going to use to pierce your ears child. You going to be able to sit still for me? It'll only take a sec," she continued talking while wiping my ear lobes with what I assumed was disinfectant from the smell. It almost stung my eyes with its intensity. "Yeah whatever, I'll be fine," relieved that it wasn't an actual weapon, I settled back into my chair, closing my eyes to take my mind off the coming pain. She was right, I had been through much worse. Once, a few years ago, I'd been running from a scout through some tiny village in Africa made up of dirt roads and make-shift sheds. Just one scout followed my trail, a newbie who had no idea what he was doing. However, in my over-confidence I'd neglected to see what was straight ahead. I'd been checking over my shoulder when I fell, straight down into a ditch on the side of the road containing the wreckage of some broken-down cart. I had been in a lot of pain, the most of which came from my left arm. Right where I'd landed on part of the cart with a few nails sticking out. I groaned quietly and forced myself to be quiet altogether, the scout was still around somewhere. After what seemed like an age without any sign of the scout, I'd gotten myself out of the ditch to the closest place I could find medical aid. The scout never found me, but I could still remember afresh the pain of that injury and shuddered involuntarily. "There we go! All done. You alright sweetheart?" I looked in my reflection, surprised at how smoothly she had pierced my ears. I'd barely even felt a twinge of pain. "Wow, they're so..." I was at a loss for words. "Shiny? Beautiful? Suit you perfectly?..." she supplied. I laughed, "Yeah, they great. Thank you Lia, for everything." "Oh that's quite alright, but we aren't done yet. Now to find you something to wear!" She then squealed happily like a girl who had just unwrapped her first barbie at Christmas, and the room shifted. The beautiful were creatures gone, and we were back in what I was calling the 'Red-room' where Saber was still flicking through the same romance novel. Saber glanced up for a moment automatically, then had to look again. This time her emerald eyes went wide with surprise. She let the book fall to the floor as she stood, appraising me from head to toe, this time without disapproval of any kind. "My god," she whispered, "how did you do it? She actually looks... decent." I had a feeling Saber wasn't the kind of person who liked being outdone. I wasn't saying I was better than her in any kind of way, just that she didn't like the idea that I could have made such a dramatic transformation. I was a little miffed that she'd put it down to 'decent' though. "Decent? Saber honey she looks hot," Lia said with a suggestive waggle of her perfectly arched eyebrows. Saber half-smiled, not saying anything, just continuing to shake her head as she circled me. She came to stand in front of me, "Time to get you out of that silly towel. Follow me," with that she headed straight towards the door after promising Lia she would stop by for a real chat the moment she had time free. Lia waved enthusiastically after Saber and even gave me a motherly hug and kiss on the cheek before saying, "Go, have fun my sugar and remember," suddenly her eyes turned serious and she dropped her smile, "whatever happens, not everything is as it seems." I looked at her immediately on guard, completely shocked by this change in her behaviour, but as soon as it came, it was gone. Replaced by another peel of laughter and an apology while she ran off to ready herself for the night's events. I stood, frozen, in the middle of the room trying to understand what she'd meant. Or if she'd really said it at all. 'That woman is a certifiable bucket of crazy,' Carmen supplied for me. 'Well, that did seem rather odd... She was so nice though,' Jane reiterated. I pressed two fingers to my temple and closed my eyes, this chatter was going to drive me crazy. 'Oooh drive you crazy? Like it isn't bad enough I share a conscious with miss good-two-shoes over here, but I also have to deal with your insecurities as well?' her tone was snarky, I figured she was just warming up for an argument. 'Carmen! Enough, without her we wouldn't even be alive. Not everything is about you, you know. I'm really sorry Arielle, she's just having a bad day...' A separate conscious within my mind having its own bad day... sure, why not. 'Whatever guys, listen, I don't really know what this is, or even that you were able to communicate with me until now, so just give me some time to figure it all out yeah? I kind of have a lot on my plate right now...' I heard Carmen huff but thankfully she stayed quiet. Jane was quiet also but I could feel more of an apologetic feel emanating from her. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me that I would put myself in this kind of situation. Hell, i didn't even want to think about where that road would lead... crazy central, population me. "Arielle! What the hell are you doing? Let's go!" Saber called out to me from outside the door, annoyance stamped across her beautiful features. I rolled my eyes and began following her through twisting hallways, the heavy question playing on my mind of what would happen to me tonight. What did Lia's words really mean? Whatever the case, I would need to be prepared. I stood in the centre of Saber's closet, relieved to find it was like any other closet I'd seen. In all honesty, I'd been expecting some kind of grand chandelier or her own personal wait-staff. Instead, she rummaged around through rows of clothes obviously with something in mind. "Ugh," she said with a cry of frustration, "I know it's here, I only just had it made..." I fidgeted with the hemline of my towel, afraid at what she would pull out. I prayed it wasn't going to be some flouncy, pink monstrosity. Then again, Saber wasn't exactly my greatest fan and it seemed like her style of revenge. "Finally," she said, exhaling with relief. She carefully unzipped the long black garment bag to reveal a floor-length gown straight out of ancient Greece. Its colour was of the deepest black, complete with matching black shoes so sharply heeled I was sure I could use them as a weapon if needed. The dress was made of the most delicate mixture of chiffon and silk, the type material that seemed to sway even when held still. It reminded me of the shadows that surrounded the hounds. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought and began feeling anxious. The feeling of entrapment strong in my mind while I tried to fight the urge to flee entirely. I couldn't do this, it was ridiculous. One moment I'm running for my life, the next a ball? No. Something was very wrong here. My feet slowly stepped back, towards the exit, of their own accord. My heartbeat picking up in pace. Saber was still checking the dress as I turned to run. I reached my hand out, grasping at the air in front of me to get to the door handle, until suddenly she was right there - blocking the exit. "Where will you run? One step outside the city, the palace even, and you'll be dead." She didn't bother with any pretenses, all the walls between us gone. I stared her down easily but something in her gaze almost made me hesitate. Almost. I struck out, my aim to knock her out of the way so I could escape, but she was far quicker than I realised. In an instant she ducked around me, moving like the wind and shoved me against the wall, a thin blade come from who-knows-where pressed against my jugular. "Saber, let me go," I struggled against her, surprised by her impossible strength. "Enough with this foolishness, if I had my way you would already be dead! For whatever reason you are the key to survival for all of us," she hissed between clenched teeth. "If you only knew the things we have sacrificed, the people we have lost-" "The people you've lost?" I yelled, "And what about my parents? I have nothing because of your people," I spat the word 'people' out, my voice was dripping with anguish and pain at the memory of everything I'd had torn away from me - everything I missed. "You should not be so quick to judge us. You were a child when that happened, you don't know anything! I knew your parents Serena, I was there that night at the cabin. We are not your enemy - we are the only thing keeping you alive. You've been living in your own selfish dreams for far too long, it's time to wake up," she let me go and I slid to the floor, too stunned by her heated words to think straight. My mind screamed at me to run away, but my body froze, my expression torn. Was she right? I heard truth in her voice, she believed in what she had said. I looked up at her, the disgust she felt towards me evident on her face as she waited for me to say something, anything. Nothing came, only silence. "Look, you don't trust me, and lets face it, I hate you. I have too much invested in you to kill you but by god, if I had the choice..." her eyes conveyed how much she meant those words. "You want answers? For everything that's happened? Get a grip. Stand up, put the damn dress on, and prepare yourself for tonight," her voice began to even out as she calmed down, becoming more stern than angry. She rolled her eyes at me as I stood, "I know you think you've had it rough, no one should lose their parents-" "Saber," I cut her off. "I'll wear the dress, I'll go through all the stupid motions you want me to for tonight, but do not mention them again," I warned her. I couldn't bear the thought that all these years I'd been wrong. I hated these people for what had happened, without that hate, I almost had nothing to keep me going. If it wasn't them, I would find out who it was, and kill them. "Then we have an understanding?" She met my gaze levelly, seeing the change in my resolve, the strength with which I now stood. I simply nodded in response, unable to wait to hear what this so-called Queen had to say. "About time." [/b]

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part 8 . . . 'Arielle?' Jane's timid voice echoed in my head... I ignored her. I ran my finger along the razor sharp edge of my heels, hoping I wouldn't need to use them. No more running. I wanted answers and it was now or never. I clasped the thick metal around my wrists, hearing the loud click in the empty dressing room, matching silver bands to compliment the style of the gown swaying around my figure as I moved about. 'Please, listen to me. You don't have to do this, I'm sure Saber is just confused. They could be lying you know,' she tried cajoling me. 'Jane enough, just let her go. She needs to know the truth.' 'What if its a trap? Maybe Saber really was lying,' I could hear the panic in her voice. 'I'll be ready.' I responded, all emotion devoid from my inner voice. I was in fight-mode, no feelings, just logic and pure instinct. Saber was right about running, where could I go? I needed to play along with their game. At least until I could get out alive. It was like we were all in one big game of chess, I would wait patiently for my turn, hell, I might even get to take out their Queen. 'Oh please don't let it come to that, Carmen, she'll, we'll be killed, tell her!' 'I'm with her on this Jane. We need a way out. I don't care what they say, I don't trust them. What I wouldn't give to destroy Saber though, she's got it coming.' I agreed. I'd misjudged her, she was strong for her size. Deadly. And me? I'd been taken off guard, open, vulnerable to her words. I wouldn't make that mistake again. I didn't train everyday for nothing. 'Lets do it,' Carmen's resolve was strong and I drew strength from her. I'd come to depend on these two more than I'd realised for the better part of my life. Jane's compassion and Carmen's fierceness. They balanced me entirely. I suppose it was lucky I had them. 'You're welcome,' Carmen said. I could feel Jane nod quietly, not needing to say anything, conveying her agreement with a wave of peaceful serenity washing through me. I sighed, slipping a ring on my right pointer. Someone knocked quietly at the door and I turned my head to investigate. My long hair grazed the exposed skin where my dress parted. In classic greek style, it had a low waist, with the material held in place only by a silver clasp on either shoulder. The neck and back plunged to the waistline. I stood abruptly, startled as he opened the door and stuck his head in. I'd been expecting Saber, hoping she was back to her icy-demeanor after our little tete-a-tete earlier. At least we knew where each other stood now. I was instead surprised to see Ronan waltz in, striding straight across the room. Before I could even utter a hello he'd slipped his arms around me and dipped me low, crushing his mouth to mine. I pulled back immediately, unsure if this is what I wanted now that my impending death was at least postponed. It was only then I realised something was amiss... It was his scent. I couldn't place it right, but it definitely was different. He righted me without releasing his hold and I took the opportunity to try and pinpoint why I was suddenly feeling estranged from him. "That isn't the way to greet your betrothed now is it?" He said with a smirk. I filed the betrothed comment away for later. He tried to kiss me again and I ducked my head, breaking away from him. I turned to face him straight on, and found what I'd been looking for. "You're not Ronan." It was a statement, not a question. The eyes were the wrong colour. Ronan's eyes were green, forest green, the darkest shade of emerald. Whoever this was, his were lighter, jade green with flecks of brown that looked almost gold. "What are you talking about, it's me..." he said, moving towards me with arms outstretched. "Come near me again and I promise to make you infertile. Who are you?" I stood with my back to the door and nearly jumped out of my skin when someone laid a cool hand on my back. I spun around, amazed someone could have snuck up on me. It's like these people were dead with how silent they could be. Saber stood before me, dressed in a silver one-shouldered gown, dripping in diamonds to match. "Get out," she ordered the stranger. He lifted one side of his mouth in a half smile and mock bowed. "As you wish," he glanced back to me as he straightened, winked, and then disappeared, leaving nothing but a few wisps of dark smoke hanging in the air. I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Do I even want to know?" I asked aloud. "Probably not. Regardless, I'm going to tell you. I'm surprised you knew it wasn't Ronan, not many people can tell the twins apart. Well, at least anyone who hasn't spent time with them." Oh god, twins? 'There's two of them?' Carmen exclaimed, I could almost visualise her excitement as if it were corporeal. 'Oh no,' Jane was far more apprehensive. I was on her side. This was going to be problematic. I took comfort in the fact that I could at least tell them apart up close. "Did he hurt you?" Saber asked, there was something in what she'd said, some emotion I couldn't identify. "Not in so many words. He just got a little too friendly." I narrowed my eyes, "Please tell me he doesn't play that game often." "Not unless he has someone new to play it on. Let's go, Ronan's waiting." I felt my stomach clench, the betrothed comment made its way to the front of my thoughts. Maybe it was time to put a nice big stopper in whatever was between us until I figured everything out. I took in every little detail on my way through the winding corridors, ensuring I could at least navigate this section of the palace if need be. Multiple creatures, small in stature and all the same pale shade of grey moved about aimlessly, or at least that’s what I thought. What was most frightening about them was the fact that they had no faces, it was like their translucent skin had been pulled tight across their skull, leaving only small valleys where their eyes and nose should have been. Whenever I moved past them, their socket-eyes stared at me, their head the only part of their body that followed my path. I repressed a shudder and tried to ignore them while an intense feeling of unrest began to stir beneath my skin. I focused my gaze forward now, paying attention only to the back of Saber’s dress, afraid at what else I might find lurking in the hallways. She had said I wouldn’t want to know about certain things in the palace, she was right. Saber never once spoke a word to me, I didn’t even register a tilt of her head so she must have assumed I would be behind her the whole way. I would have tried wandering off if not for the fact that she would have dragged me by my hair to our destination. I made a mental note to provoke her later so I could get a serious gauge on her skills as a fighter. Hell, I’d possibly to try and glean some information from Ronan as well - nothing like a little stealthy digging to find out what you wanted to know. Saber turned right down a set of stairs that opened into a foyer. Just beyond the foyer was another balcony. Outside looked as dismal as ever. Ever-roaming clouds of black curled in on themselves, a giant blanket of deepest night spanning the never-ending sky. There wasn’t even a horizon. I felt like I was staring into an ocean in the dead of night, it was unsettling, like at any minute it would rain from the sky, drowning us all. It was a lost sky, belonging to a lost city in a lost world. There was nothing but death here. I didn’t pause to take another look, it would only cause me to become more afraid and desperate than I already was, because in that dark void of a sky, there was no light. No light, meant no way out. The light clicking of solid silver heels on tile echoed as we walked in silence, I noted how quiet Jane and Carmen seemed to be, even they had no idea what was to become of tonight. Suddenly Saber stopped and turned her head towards me, barely. “Once we go through here, you are on your own. I have done as I was asked and got you ready but the rest is up to you. You want answers? Then I suggest you behave yourself and listen to Ronan. He’ll be all the help you need.” She disappeared through a set of opaque curtains stretching from floor to ceiling, the only form or doorway into whatever lay beyond. I stepped forward, about to follow her when I couldn’t help but pause. What was I doing? Saber seemed to think I was something special, unknown. What if they were wrong? Once they figured out I wasn’t who they thought, I would be killed instantly. I was just some human girl, one with albeit the worst luck in the world, but the wrong girl none-the-less. I ran through all the possible scenarios in my head. Then again, a tiny voice whispered within, what if they were right? They could tell me the answers I had craved since childhood. The fate of my parents, my place in all this, it was only a step away. It could also be a trap. I took a deep breath, and made the final decision, possibly to end my life. I stepped through, because really, there was never another option.

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ep. 10 . . The soft material of the curtain parted around me, and I was again amazed by how unreal this place was, it was like I’d stepped into a twisted fairy tale. I was at the top of a descending elliptical staircase. From the landing where I stood I looked into a grand hall lit by seemingly glowing icicles. They hung from the ceiling forming chandelier-like crystals, glowing somehow from within - a pure, white light. The bottom of the staircase encircled a fountain flowing with black water, and the long sides of the hall were lined perpendicularly with perfectly cut pools filled with the same liquid, each sporting its own fountain in the centre. The floor was like a giant dark mirror, reflecting the light from the ceiling back in a muted, changed sort of way. The floor-to-roof windows that made up the walls were lined by the same kind of curtains I had just stepped through and at the opposite end of the hall was a raised dais, upon which sat a very real, crystal throne. And a very real figure, who’s head turned towards where I stood the second I’d entered, even from this distance. Between us, spinning and circling in perfect synchronisation were easily hundreds of people – if that’s what you could call them. I moved to the balcony and placed one hand on the iced railing, surprised to find it wasn’t cold, while I simply stared out across the crowd. I never believed anything like this could have existed. Monsters didn’t need ballrooms; I couldn’t help but feel confused. “What do you think?” Ronan came to stand by my side, following the path of my vision as it swept across the room, taking in all the grandeur. “I-It’s…” I stuttered, trying to find the right words to describe what I was seeing. He turned me towards him, placing both hands on my shoulders and I tore my eyes away unwillingly. “…A lot to take in?” he supplied for me, bending his head closer to mine, holding my gaze. I swallowed uncomfortably and nodded, my throat had gone dry. An army of undead soldiers and hellish creatures? No problem. A fancy ballroom filled with glamorous beings and whimsical music? Nope, lead me to the door. I think my hands started to shake. I kept replaying a constant image of myself falling down the stairs ungracefully and landing in an embarrassing pile at the bottom while all these people turned to laugh. “I can’t do it.” The words burst from my lips. I shook my head at him, “Seriously, it will be a mistake taking me down there.” He smiled and rolled his eyes at me.

ep. 11 . . . “I can’t do it.” The words burst from my lips. I shook my head at him, “Seriously, it will be a mistake taking me down there.” He smiled and rolled his eyes at me. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.” He straightened and stepped back from me, offering a single hand. I eyed it warily. My independent nature demanded I walk down those stairs alone, while the other (unbelievably freaked out) part of me rationalised that it would be more appropriate, not to mention help my balance tenfold, to take his hand. I deliberated for only a moment before exhaling in a rush and grabbing his hand - before I could change my mind. He pulled me gently to his side, his larger body making me feel small and vulnerable all over again. He laced our fingers together and laid a kiss against my temple before moving ahead of me to descend the stairs - never letting go of my hand. His hands were so much larger than mine, not bulky, but soft with long graceful fingers. They fit near-perfectly with my (now) smooth skin. I wondered how long it would be until I once again had blisters and callouses from weapons training and groaned inwardly at the thought. I felt a tug on my hand and realised I'd zoned out completely, we were at the bottom of the stairs, facing a thousand pairs of eyes... eyes that weren't human. They parted as Ronan led me forward, my own eyes determinedly set on the ground so that I wouldn't have to face their judgmental looks. I held Ronan's hand with both of mine and he squeezed them reassuringly. I looked up at him from under my lashes, the barest peek and saw his dark green eyes gazing back into mine with warmth. I looked back at the ground praying I hadn't gone red in front of this crowd. Losing my composure, what little of it I had, over a boy? How embarrassing. Ronan took a deep breath and we came to a stop. We'd reached the end of the hall and I lifted my eyes, up to the dais where she sat, eyes the colour of pure, glistening snow, staring right at me. I couldn't believe what I saw. She was unreal, porcelain skin without a single mark, long silky hair that seemed more silver than blonde and ice-glittering on her lashes. Her dress fanned out behind her as she stood, giving the impression of glorious white wings as her feathery gown settled. She parted her wine-red lips to speak, the only point of colour on her otherwise frosted demeanor. Ronan cleared his throat quietly and I tore my eyes away from her majesty in awe, surprise tinged with a little (sorry, a lot) of uncertainty clear across my features. He was looking at me in amusement and subtly winked at me as he bowed to the goddess before us. I followed suit, bowing from the waist as seemed only natural before such a being. I'd managed to close my mouth when I'd stopped staring and now focused my eyes on the floor, thinking of how much of an idiot I'd just seemed. Great first impression on my part....not.