The Lost

Come, take me away
Remove the fear from my eyes
Feel the flame of my heart
Burning away
All conversation tonight
Hearing no one

Now, I cannot stop this
Pure emotion
Falling from my eyes
You are vindicating
Liberating
Savior of my soul

Disturbed - - Rise

Prologue
Enemy

She sat in a large room, her wrists bound together in her lap as she waited patiently for her "master" to arrive. The great warrior, the great lord. Brave and fearless. If he was so wonderful than why didn't he just hop on out of his unfortunate host and take her on in his normal form. Cowards, all Goa'uld's were cowards, hiding behind their hosts and making themselves out to be gods to get their way.

Only a couple feet away from her stood two giants of the Jaffa guard. They would not look at her, not like she wanted them to, but she could imagine how foolish some of them, if not all of them, felt. How she had deceived them for all that time and now they come to find out that she was from one of their greatest enemies.

She smiled.

They had gone to fetch the one she had deceived the most, their lord. The one she had made the biggest fool. She had gotten in so close to him and she had been so ready, so willing at first. To die? Maybe. To kill him? Definitely. Vengeance. She was going to make sure that life for the bastard Goa'uld would end, yet…

What had happened? She didn't quite know, but whatever it was, it had to do with the boy, the real one and not the Goa'uld monster. There was something about him that made her stay her hand and let him live. It wasn't his choice or his fault what had happened to him. She had wanted to help him, but now it looked like she never would. She couldn't help anyone if she was dead.

The door slid open, revealing her nemesis. His cold, cruel eyes met hers immediately and his lips curved up in that smirk of his, the one she hated so much. He would have been extremely handsome if not for the evil that resided within him. That was perhaps part of her problem, the fact he was extremely attractive - - and different than anyone she had ever seen in her life.

He had long black hair that was always pulled back from his deeply tanned face. And he was strong for a youth, nice body, nearly perfect. She could see why he had been chosen to be a host. They only took the best didn't they? But it was his eyes that struck her fancy. His wide, dark, and deep eyes. When he would sit in thought and the cruelty would leave his face and take on a normalcy she saw beauty and roguish grace. She saw the real boy for an instant in those times and he had captivated her.

But now the beast that stood before her was nothing like the young man she so desperately wanted to meet, to free. He was despicable, pitiless, an abomination. "Klorel." She hissed, her fingers knotting together angrily to keep her nails from biting into her palm. No need for pleasantries anymore.

He sat down across from her, very pleased with her situation. With a wave of the hand he sent out the guards, leaving the two alone. "Laelia." He greeted, with that false sickly sweet congeniality he always had. She couldn't help but notice the victorious note in his tone.

She glared. "What do you want with me, Goa'uld?" She demanded. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"You amuse me." His ever present, condescending smile drove into her, drove her insane. "You have always amused me, Lia." His hand reached across the table and his fingers slid down the side of her face.

She jerked away. "Don't touch me," she spat, her jade eyes narrowing with hatred. "Kill me, torture me, never touch me. Tenderness doesn't become you, Klorel. Never has."

He regarded her an instant, his eyes glowing brightly. "Oh, but you must have missed that side of me." He said, standing. "I can be tender if I wish to be." He pulled her up from her seat towards him. "Very tender." His voice was barely a whisper, seductive. She felt very strange and her eyes fluttered closed as he lowered his head. She felt his mouth find hers, his lips soft and gentle as an arm snaked around her waist.

Something inside screamed at her to push him away, let go of him. But her hands had already placed themselves on his chest. All Laelia's logic vanished as the kiss continued, the passion seemingly growing from out of nowhere. She melted against him, trying to will away the knowledge of what he was: the enemy.

She felt weak, drained. Was he doing this to her? Some kind of power? A technology maybe? No. She knew that was absurd. It had nothing to do with those types of things and everything to do with attraction. However, it wasn't the Goa'uld she was attracted to, it was someone else. Someone she had yet to meet, but would. She felt it just as strongly as she felt the electricity flowing through her body every time she looked at him and saw the truth behind the lies. The boy behind the beast.

She parted and whispered in his ear, "one day, Klorel, I'll watch as your taken from this body and laugh as you die."

The look of rage on his face was the last thing she saw before the blackness.