Strange Fate: Delos & Maggie
Disclaimer: Canon Characters belong to L J Smith.
Ever in anticipation of Strange Fate, I have a short alternative offering for you all.
Starring Delos Redfern and Maggie Neely...mostly.
A short story.
Miss S
Chapter One
Maggie's eyes stared from one beautiful face to the next and she was struck by awe that rendered her silent. Delos gripped her hand, squeezing her fingers, in a gesture that was meant to be reassuring but it just hurt.
"Maggie Neely this is my cousin Jezebel Redfern, her consort Morgead Blackthorn, and Iliana Dominick." Maggie's eyes moved from jewel-fire green, to silvery blue to pale lilac. "Jez and Iliana are like me."
Lamia. She thought.
"Wild Powers." Delos said aloud.
The ones fated to stand between the world and its end. She felt renewed awe and the creeping edge of fear rose as she thought of the two young women mastering the deadly Blue Fire and then cringed inwardly at the thought of their running blood. Jezebel looked fierce, not a stranger to running blood. Iliana was soft and sweet with large eyes and parted lips like a damsel from a fairy tale; Maggie had been told that she had slayed a dragon.
Everything was unfamiliar to her and yet nothing could truly shock her, not since she had left the glacial peaks that had concealed Delos' home, hand in hand with the Prince, and new friends surrounding them.
She hadn't seen her family in months, having left only a pathetic little note that couldn't encompass all of what she wanted to say. It was for their safety, and Delos' of course, that she had to leave her old life behind to embark on this adventure, her new life. One with her soulmate. He knew her thoughts before she could even comprehend them and he leaned toward her now to brush his lips gently against her temple.
When he touched her like that her whole body would shiver, the muscles in her stomach went taut and a sigh rolled passed her lips; sometimes she thought she would faint with desire for him and slip bonelessly to the ground from the weight of her love for him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Iliana said breezing forward with a bright smile and immaculate manners. She was so elegant and unconsciously so; it was almost easy to miss the hint of sadness about the corners of her eyes and lilt of her mouth. There was something eerie about her beauty, something not of this world and it reminded her awfully of Sylvia Weald her brother's late ex-girlfriend.
Despite the discomfiting comparison Maggie offered a wide grin. "I'm glad to meet you all." Her sincerity brought relaxed smiles to their faces (even the tall, dark haired Lamia who had been hovering and moody behind Jez's shoulder).
Miss S