Okay just so you know I'm Anna, if you have read this story before I'm sorry I just had to repost it to edit the first chapter. If some could tell me of PM or review on how to edit with out taking down the whole chapter that would be awesome :). Also i proof read my story and I'm sorry it was poor writing I wrote the last few paragraphs around five AM with out over looking it...again sorry. The worst mistake I made was when I was suppose to write the word Threat and I put it as fret, I know total face palm moment.
So that probably is a sign for getting a beta, so PM if you want the job. Hmmmmm whatelse? Yes that's it read my profile...they have warnings there about my writing style and behaviour which is bound to end up here. And (this is going to be the second last time I stop you) the name is pronounced Pay-ah kinda like Mia. You will get that when reading the story.
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The Green Eyed Huntress
Welcome to Ventico!
Beyond Florence amongst hills and a beautiful forest in a large valley with a river gracefully spanned along the land, was inhabited by a small village called Ventico. All whom belonged to the small town hailed from wealthy families with their snide comments and snobbish nature. Like every other city or town Ventico was intwined in gossip, most of the men in the village however were to busy for the trait but for the women it was all they owned. Sometimes the piece of information would be small and it wouldn't leave a lasting effect not like when they swapped stories about... 'her'. Yes she was...something, that was probably the closest as anyone has complemented her. Most woman would say she is unusual, mysterious and outspoken while many men would think she was flower a fresh emerald, a women with spirit but not a numerous amount of men would admit to their longing thoughts. Although most women would scoff at her unladylike manner she had this aura that just screamed wonder. She was the new hot topic of Ventico for many believed she is the final Cavalli.
Oh the Cavalli's numerous of times would the name slip from the tongues of the fellow townsfolk, even at this very moment at the local corner cafe two middle aged women and a lady of youth sat around there regular table just across from the unoccupied park. The eldest of the women was Cataline Voss of which had a German background so her features were unusual to the eye of the Italino habitants. She had very light presence with what was orange blond hair but all that lingers is streaks of her long past youth and now is filled in with grey and blackish shading wrapped in tight bun, but one could only catch a glimpse of the hair up close because a floral sun hat that was placed upon the head of the wrinkled women. Cataline Voss was well known in Ventico, she is the widow of the past mayor and charity leader Robert Voss who died of natural causes but other townsfolk are wary of the idea of a natural death ever since the Cavalli's.
On Catalines's left is Pansy Savuine a women who would be fifty in another fortnight, since she reached the age of forty five Pansy has been eating away her sorrows making the end result of obtaining a plump appearance. Pansy was very popular in Ventico although she would brag about how many trips she and her husband have been on through France ( the trips that her husband dreaded). Yes the Savuine couple were not very close after the recent weight gain. Lòel Savuine is quite the playboy who always had a beautiful blond under his arm rather then having a brunette of whom his wife was. However when someone on the rare occasion tried to confront Pansy on the adultery she would on scoff and wave her chubby hand about to shoo off the on coming conversation.
In the third seat was only reserved for Lucia Panchellet or what Ventico liked to call her 'new money', because of her new found wealth after her great aunt passed and left the money and the estate to her niece the only relative left, although it was rumoured that the Panchellet family were distant cousins from the Cavalli's however this is yet to be proved. Lucia is a very youthful girl ageing at twenty one, she had to be the most gorgeous woman of all Ventico only because they didn't count...her. We'll Lucia was a eye sore for many men with her long sandy blond hair and dark blue oceanic eyes. Which was great for the town of Ventico because now they have a fresh face to look at once Lucia moved from Venice to her new estate here. Not only was Lucia easy on the eye but she was also a perfect angel, ever since she arrived Lucia was always doing charity work or helping out at the local school, she truly was the definition of holy. But not everyone was won over by the charm...especially her when ever she saw Lucia out in public she would make gagging noises or make opera sounds... Yes Lucia didn't win over all.
"I wonder why she came back?" Cataline said making it sound as if she had dropped biscuit crumbs in her wine. Pansy looked up from her veal knowing full well who the eldest member of the group was talking about, she swallowed before replying.
"We'll this where she grew up, Cataline" Cataline made a noise reassuring her companions that she had heard.
"But Pansy even as a child she disliked it here, I don't see when she got the chance to leave and to never return she just walks back into Ventico like nothing ever happened" stated Cataline while tapping fingers over her chin.
"Maybe Tulio wanted her to come back" the voice was youthful and clear.
"Stop being such a idiota Lucia, why would her brother send her back here when he was the one who helped her escape" said the smug women wearing a floral sun hat. Lucia frowned for a moment as if she was trying to piece a puzzle together.
"You make it sound as if they were running from something Cat?" Piped up the oddly quiet Pansy who had just polished off her veal and was now dabbing her face with a napkin. Lucia even came out of her train of thought and fixated on what the eldest member was to speak next.
"That's the thing girls of course they were running" Cataline looked around of the faces of the intrigued women that surrounded her and so she continued on with her theory. " Pansy do you remember when the paper came out about the Cavalli's six years ago?" Cataline asked knowing full well that she would.
"Yes who wouldn't it was the newspapers biggest seller, it even made its way to Firenze".
"Remember who last visited the Cavalli's, they stated that two black SUVs arrived two days before the incident, they were looking for Viola and Jaques Cavalli what if they were caught up in something illegal because two people just don't get murdered if they are not hiding secrets. What if they were after the children as we'll" Cataline whispered the last part of the sentence causing Pansy to spit out her wine and resulting Lucia to go wide eyed. A uncomfortable silence twined it self around the trio until Lucia was ready to break the awkward tension.
"What would they want with children that is complete insan-" Lucia's sentence was cut short by Pansy's loud dominating voice.
"No it's not those men in black suits roamed Ventico for weeks, I thought they were just investigators but they didn't carry around badges or any form of identification that showed that they were with enforces!" squealed Pansy in excitement causing the young Lucia to spill her red wine over her new baby blue dress.
"Oh Pansy, now look what you have done" exclaimed Cataline while grabbing a cloth from the near by waiter then handing it to Lucia who went straight to dabbing her dress. Pansy on the other hand looked distraught over the issue.
"My lord Lucia mi dispiace, let me get you another dress Lòel and I are going to Firenze tomorrow we can go then" soothed Pansy grabbing another cloth then joining in on trying to get the bright stain from spreading.
"It's fine Pansy, I have two more dresses at the estate exactly like this one" reassured Lucia now giving up on rescuing the dress from its enviable fate. The plump women put her hand up as if to say 'no more needs to be said you are getting a new dress' while Lucia took in a deep sigh.
"Such a waste of expensive silk" muttered the elder of the three, while taking out some money for their lunch. "Shall we meet again tomorrow ladies?" the two others nodded as a reply. Once Cataline was out of their field of vision Pansy turned to Lucia saying after lunch tomorrow they would be off to Firenze. Lucia flinched at the mention of it, lucky Pansy was oblivious to action then the plump women was on her way. Lucia mumbled something under her breath and took out her phone and arranged a meeting.
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In the deep forest that curved around Ventico giving a aura as if it was trapped in a surrounding bowl of shrubs and a thousand year old trees. which was rare for any where in Italy. It was a told to young children of the village that before the European lions were slaughtered out that they would roam the forests of Ventico and that the founder of the small inhabitance Stefano Ventico a young hunter came across the valley while following one of the last lions for his prey. Although when a story that old people would get confused in the middle and end up with a completely different story as the end result, like every other still standing religion no one knows what is true and was is false. Numerous amount of villagers can speak ill of the valley but not one person will ever deny that the forest of Ventico holds secrets, secrets of which would make young children hide, women shriek in angst and that will make men remain in a state of shock...secrets that only from both sides would share one was The Creed.
The Creed or Brotherhood strived for peace and tranquility to make every living being have a say on how the world should change. While the other lived for power and bloodlust, they viewed the world on what it should become not on what it should be...these were Templars and the world was at war and millions are still unaware of this invisible war fare and that was how it would viewed...for now.
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"Ughhh you stupido boar. Stop sniffing and take the fucking bait" muttered a young huntress amongst the forest. She is hiding behind rocks that stood between her and the edge of where her prey was just ready to fall to its doom. The huntress preferred method of hunting her game was with her bow and arrow, her stance was strong and steady so were her dark green eyes that would turn bright when light hit. Her long curly brunette hair was pulled back in a bun so she was not easy to spot, along with her sun kissed skin that was much darker then any regular Italino's, was smudged with dirt and a few leafs. While her gear was some what different compared to another hunters, any other commoner hunter would look bulky that would retain them from being fast and able however hers were perfect. She wore an dark brown tank top with cream coloured armor legging pants with her favourite black combat boots with her quiver slung across her back. She was just about to release her grip from the wire and arrow until a jingle filled her ears.
"Merda!" she shut her eyes in anger as the boar was signalled to retreat with the bait. The huntress shot an arrow out of anger the arrow hit the knot of the tree just like she anticipated, after she scanned the area where her arrow was she fumbled with her phone reading the text that was sent to her.
Meet you at the mansion
Lunch was...interesting
See you soon- L
The young huntress was so tempted to reply with a few comments that would have shunned half of Ventico but she thought better of it, this was important. Damn you Lucia why is it when you decide to talk to me it's always bad timing. The brunette took a deep sigh and started to climb down the edge by a near by tree while retrieving her arrow from the next tree over, when she felt ground below she rolled into a ball before standing straight up making some curls from her tied back bun fall in her face she blew them away and started making her way home. While returning to the regular path to home she was very attentive in not getting caught up in one of her old snares which she learnt dearly from last month, her ankle was swollen for weeks.
It took twenty minutes until she could see the mansion come into view up on the hill. Oh how she hated gravity is what she would often think she when she felt the dirt crack from under her steps, she loved being up in the air being one with the birds flying and singing to them...it's harmony at its best. Once she found herself on the steps of her home she noticed the door was opened, she frowned while she took out one of her switch blades from her belt. She slowly crept in through the main hall where pictures of her memories and paintings held and rich furniture took place as a sitting centre with a few live shrubs... how they were still alive she had no idea. The room showed no sign of intrusion. Maybe the wind blew the door open. Flicking her switch blade back in her belt before deciding to fling her self on the couch a few minutes before a blond wearing a red stained fabric entered in through the arch. Minutes past before one of them spoke the huntress broke the silence first.
"How was lunch, cugino?" laughed the women on the couch. Lucia narrowed her eyes before replying.
"Terrible... all they did was talk about you" Lucia spat while the huntress just rolled her eyes.
"When are they not talking about me, Lucia?" the huntress focused on her companions dress we'll more on the huge red blob right in the centre of it. "Wanna tell me what happened there, cugino?" said the curious huntress while smiling.
"Do want to explain to me why you have dirt smeared all over your face?" the brunette shook her head thinking how stupid her cousin is.
"It's a hunting tactic you smear the dirt on your face so animals don't smell odd scents like I don't know...soap, shampoo because I heard they are really rare to find in the forest" the voice of the huntress dripped in sarcasm making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lucia took this as her opportunity to roll her eyes. The huntress sat up when the feeling of victory took over her.
"Your turn" the huntress motioned for the blond to sit on the love-seat sofa across from her, while the pale beauty sat the tanned beauty fetched two glasses and some wine, she poured the wine in the glasses sitting hers down first then passing over Lucia's.
"It's about time you started treating me like a guest" the huntress made a noise with her mouth while sitting down on her seat.
"More like a unwanted one" replied the huntress.
"Excuse me?" Lucia coughed while rubbing her chest.
"Your excused" The huntress smirked then she went on to explain. "Lucia you let yourself in that makes you" the huntress pointed at her cousin playfully while smiling "unwanted" she finished by putting her hands behind her head claiming another victory.
"We arranged a meeting" retorted the older of the two.
"Yes, but that doesn't give you the right to come into my home and do whatever." The huntress observed the room around her.
"By the way did you clean in here?"
"You gave me a key for a reason...you didn't expect me to stand out there and wait for you, it's cold out outside" finished the blond making her point valid and also ignoring the question that was aimed at her.
The huntress pursed her lips and making 'mttu' sound while looking at the pink sunset outside. Yes I did. But the huntress choose not to give answer wanting to get back on the topic. She flickered her eyes on the red blob before continuing.
"So what happened to your ugly dress?" The huntress raised an eyebrow. The blond looked down at the stain and choosing her words wisely before repeating what she had heard through the two old bags.
"Oh that yeah, that's about you again" the huntress furrowed her brows interest she nodded her head as if to say 'go on'. "They were making up theory's of why you and Tulio left Ventico" Lucia paused on the next bit but went on anyway "Cataline had this idea in her head that you and Tulio were trying to escape from something" Lucia watched as the huntress's eyes went from curiosity to anger. There was a pause and the huntress stood up and walked over to the glass window that stretched over the wall making it look like the whole wall was glass.
"We were Lucia" the blond perked up in her seat causing her seat to make a sound that would cause her to blush if she was with someone else."We were running from their faces" she said tapping the glass where beyond it the village was placed. "The pity and the guilt we needed to start fresh. My parents weren't criminals like most of the villagers claim they were, it was a robbery gone wrong that was all" the huntress spoke as if this was the last she would speak of such a subject.
Lucia didn't like how her cousin was acting well she was more like a bestfriend rather than the other. She never spoke so emotionally she was always care free and flamboyant she was never like this. But Lucia put aside the un characteristics of friend for the moment she wanted to ask one final question. She looked at her cousin before speaking noticing she was not facing the blond she was still looking out the window she seemed lost in thought.
"Why did you come back Pia?" the question lingered in the air for a moment just waiting for someone to grasp it.
"Answers, Lucia" Pia turned to look at her cousin then she smiled a sad smile and returned to laying on the couch. It was a good ten minutes before either of them spoke which seemed to be the habit of the day.
"So Lucia, are you doing anything tomorrow because I was thinking we could watch this American movie that I stumbled on while I was over there it's called Step Brothers I'm serious I was about to piss myself by the end of the movie" smiled Pia looking at the disgusted look on her best friend.
"As much as I would looooove to soil myself with you I'm afraid I have to go to Florence tomorrow" stated the blond then taking a sip of her wine.
"Firenze, why?" asked Pia feeling offended that she was not invited to this trip.
"Pansy insisted that I have to get a new dress and that I must go with her and her husband tomorrow?" flinched the blue eyed women's, Pia laughed at her best friends sorrows.
"Yes, yes very funny laugh it up it was bad enough through lunch I really needed a cigarette after that" pointed out Lucia. Once Pia's laughter faded she had to ask Lucia when she was going to give up on her goody toe shoes facade.
"We'll you wanted me to get in with the high socialists and gather information...so in other words I think I will be riding out this ' facade' for a while" she said taking another sip of wine.
"Awwe but Lucia the perfect Mary-Sue thing suits you" taunted the huntress while wiggling her eyebrows.
"Shut up" muttered the blond, that only made the huntress laugh more. Lucia's eyes were starting to twitch which is a indicator to stop but of course Pia keep pushing.
"I bet you will find a nice man who has been in the choir for all his life, and has unresolved daddy issues" Pia laughed until she felt something hit her head.
"Son of an horses ass!" Lucia giggled at her friends pain and then she pointed out she would of taken a simple ow or ouch.
"Did you get that foul language from those Americani?" Asked Lucia with raised eyebrows.
"Worst six years of my life" exclaimed the huntress of whom was now rubbing the back of her head while giving Lucia her best death glare that she could muster.
"What? in New York?" Pia nodded then she went on.
"You can barely breath from the lack of trees, not to mention you can't climb on anything or go hunting unless you want rabies from those physco squirrels in Central Park" the brunette spat while caressing her hand over her quiver, Lucia only rolled her eyes.
"Have you ever thought maybe normal people don't hunt or see the world how you do, Pia?" Lucia questioned not caring wether her best friend would be offended or not.
"Yeah we'll I categorise those people as wankers" said the huntress plainly, she turned to her best friend who's eyes were budged wide and her jaw looked like it grew into the shape of a 'o'. Lucia shook her head at her cousins horrible language she looked out the window noticing it was nearly dark she stood up and rushed a goodbye to her cousin.
"I have to go before it gets dark" Lucia sat up to leave but she choose to give her friend one final tip. "Oh and Pia get some sleep you look like hell" Pia frowned at the comment, then she watched her cousin leave.
"Have fun in Firenze, cugino" laughed the huntress. Before she heard the door shut she swore she heard a string of profanities. Yes another victory, wow Lucia how do you keep losing.
The house was quiet and loneliness crept on Pia once again, her parents were dead and her brother was back in America probably finding fake women in bars. But Pia will always remember the look on Tulio's face once she said she was coming back to Ventico. They pleaded for her to stay but she already made her choice in returning home. She wanted to come back to relieve those memories to hold them dearly before they slip away and to never be looked upon again. Pia sighed as she remembered the day her parents were killed, her mother asked Tulio to take Pia to town square for new clothes Tulio made no hesitations which was unusual because her brother would always complain about taking her out but this time was different. Every corner we turned Tulio would peer before resuming, and there was the way he would hold her so close and tight like he was scared Pia would disappear from his grasp. For a while it felt like they were both hiding in the tailor shop rather then actual shopping. A few times she could swear she saw him prey while running his hand over this triangle symbol he has on his wrist, kind of like the one she had just below her collar bone.
After a hour or two passed Tulio and Pia were stopped in the local park, they exchanged words with Tulio knowing now that they were speaking about her parents. Pia's breath hitched when remembering her older brother only at the tender age of sixteen broke down in front of her dropping to his knees and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. That was the last time she saw Tulio cry.
After that episode she could she he no longer thought of Pia as a sister for now he was her guardian. The huntress wanted to just to reach out into the past and just hug him she could only imagine what life was like then sixteen not having anything stable to rely on and now having a twelve year old in his care.
Six months flew by and grief took over Pia she was confused for so long and once she finally understood that her parents were no longer returning to her they were packing there belongings and heading to a new country with a foreign language. Pia asked so many times why they were even moving to a country where they held no ties no family, no friends she tried so many times to convince him they should stay in Italy only because she had grown on Ventico's local inn of which they had been staying in since the Cavalli house was a crime scene. During those six months Tulio and Pia did not venture out as often making Pia constantly moan that she missed the forest, while Tulio was quiet working on a new family will now that both of there parents had died and now Tulio was one of the youngest millionaires of all Italy. Which brings Pia back to her parents what did they do she always wondered when ever she asked Tulio he would just look at her and say the same words "they protected innocents". Pia still pondered on those words today what did that mean they protected innocents.
By the time they got to America Tulio would say a fresh start a new language a new culture and school which Pia dreaded. They stayed at this very modern building where women and men would roam all over Tulio asked Pia to stay by his side most of the time until she learnt English which took a good year or so but during that time she was dragged meeting from meeting or she would have remain in her room which where she picked up her old passion for art she would only stay in the room for weeks when Tulio was making as he would like to call 'business meetings'. All day she would find herself sketching her parents faces finding it harder and harder to memorise there faces.
All this thinking was starting to make the huntress's head hurt she could no longer think of her past wise she would end up In tears. The nineteen year old pulled herself off the lounge feeling sleep tug at her eyes. Before retreating to her bed she stopped and looked at the family portrait which had the names of her family engraved on the golden frame.
Jacques, Viola, Tulio & Pia
Cavalli
The huntress stared into the eyes of the portrait. Her father a handsome man he had thick black hair and big dark green eyes, he was so family orientated not like most men in Ventico who are even to busy for their wives let alone for their children. Although she would notice when he left every now and then sometimes it would be a week or a month but she would always remember when he got back. Pia smiled at the memory of her father teaching her to play the grand piano that he had brought for her for her sixth birthday, or the time when her father took her hunting the first time. The huntress flickered her eyes to her mother Viola she was had Latino blood which is why Pia had dark skin. Pia looked a lot like her mother the curly thick brown hair the small nose the only thing that could tell them apart was the eyes she had big brown chocolate eyes while Pia held her fathers green eyes.
Her mother was the sweetest person that Pia will ever know, she loved it when her mother would wake her up early in the morning just to watch the sun rise or when they spent the afternoons painting in the art room up in the attic or when she would teach Pia Spanish and the culture. Pia's eyes remained on the last member of the family besides herself it was Tulio he was the complete opposite of Pia he looked more like his father then his mother however he had her chocolate eyes that could make anyone melt. Oh how she missed him he was her guardian and he was not here to protect her for the first time in her life she was unguarded. Sure she had so many weapons but that does not provide a shield that you can only share with another human being. Pia looked up to all of them with tears running down her face not bothering to wipe them away since no one around to judge her.
"What am I doing, what should I do give me just...something" she whispered into the air knowing full well no one was going to reply. That's why she jumped when she heard a women in a monotone voice say.
"The light child" Pia went wide eyed for a moment before whipping out her bow and arrow pointing it around trying to find the source of the voice. The huntress felt panic wash over her when she saw nothing absolutely nothing. This is insanity I'm going insane that's it I was expecting this to happen but now I'm still young what the hell ,might as well talk to this voice if it's polite enough to talk to me.
"Hello" said Pia as she took a few steps forward to the stair case. Great hello,what a good start might as well of asked ,how are you? while we are at it.
"The light child don't you see it" the monotone voice returned. This time Pia caught where it was coming from she flashed her eyes over the top of the stair case apart from, she couldn't tell if it was apart of her house or not. The top of the stair well was glowing with what looked like a flashes of light covered in golden dust and slowly the gold would move a with the sound 'clunk, clunk, clunk' until it made its final destination on the last stair where it dropped and rolled. Rolled why is it rolling?
The dust gradually faded into the abyss revealing a glowing golden orb that had strange patterned features on it. Pia stopped it with her foot before it tumbled past while putting her bow and arrow away knowing there was no real threat, but mystery still lingered in the sitting room.
Pia was trying to push past the part of her mind that screamed don't touch but her curiosity got the better of her by merely thinking that it must have been one of her Fathers old artefacts she picked it up with both her hands only observing it for two seconds before she could feel the earth shift beneath her then fling her backwards. She was expecting to hit the back wall but it never followed though, instead she could feel herself falling... now noticing that she actually was, before she could even manage to panic she already hit the ground with such force it could shatter your whole body however Pia was only blessed with a massive headache whatever she was laying on she thanked god that it wasn't concrete.
"Oh I hate you more then ever gravity" Pia's voice squeezed while taking in deep breaths ,realising falling from the sky will defiantly knock the wind out of you. The young huntress could feel the hot sun burn the back of her head, she groaned while holding her head waiting for the thumping from her head to stop. Where am I? Pia opened her eyes to only to wake up to...she grabbed a handful of foreign gravel watching it as it seeped out of her hand slowly. Sand?
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Great Pia you just had to touch the sparkly shit didn't you.
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