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Sydney Sage looks down at the letter in her hand.
Miss Sydney Katherine Sage is to be put on trial for her proximity to the Forbidden Ones both mentally and physically. She is to be deprived of her title and will be given more consequences based on the Head Court's decision.
She never thought that she'll be sitting in this dark room sitting next to blood thirsty humans who learned of the Truth. Sydney Sage is different from them all though. Sydney grew up knowing the Truth. She is an alchemist. She is trained to keep the Secret of the Forbidden Ones existence. She had an assignment to play as Princess Jillian Dragomir's sister in America.
Sydney underestimated the mission. She thought it would be easy. After all, she had two sisters and got enough of them both. What Sydney didn't know is that she'd be attacked by crazy humans known as the Warriors of the Light and that she had the ability to use magic. Out of them all, she never thought that Lord Ivashkov would develop feelings for her.
Tears rim Sydney's eyes as she folds the letter. Her father always told her that the heart is the biggest enemy anyone can encounter in the world. He said that the truth always came from what was embedded in the brain. Now days, Sydney's starting to doubt that. Everything's turning so blurry and she's afraid that soon, she won't be able to tell the truth from the lie.
"Miss Sage?" a cold voice calls out.
Sydney looks up from her hands and wipes the tears away from her eyes. "Sir?"
"We are ready for you now."
Sydney sits up and tidies her gown as she pushes herself off the wooden bench. She follows the big, bulky alchemist into the dark room and hears the door close behind her. The one candle that lights up the large room dies out. A small gasp escapes from Sydney as a hand reaches out from the dark towards her. She stumbles back into the door behind her and lets out a cry as the hand finds her arm.
"Let me go!" she says. "Let me go!"
The man doesn't listen as he pulls her into the dark. Sydney starts to scream as she struggles in the man's grasp. Another hand shoots out from the shadows and finds Sydney's other arm. Together, the arms push up Sydney down into what something feels like an iron chair.
"Please, please let me go!" Sydney cries. "I'll do anything, I promise."
"You're a little late Miss Sage," a cold familiar voice says. Sydney looks up into the eyes of Miss Stanton.
The men start to wrap long chains wrap around Sydney's wrists and ankles as Sydney looks into the familiar green eyes Sydney grew up seeing every day.
"Miss Stanton?" Sydney whispers.
"Hello Sydney. I believe you know why you are here today or do we have to really grow through the drill?"
"Th-this doesn't make sense!" Sydney cries out as the two men walk up to stand next to Miss Stanton. "Where is the Court? Where is my trial?"
"Oh little Sydney, you're as silly as your father. There is no trial child. There never was."
"Father? You lied to him?!" she says.
"We told what we tell everyone Sydney."
Sydney looks at Miss Stanton in shock as she faces the truth. "How could you do this? All these years, you taught us what is good from evil, morality from immorality, right from wrong! They aren't the ones who are evil! It's you!"
"Might I remind you that you are one of us Miss Sage? You are born to be one of us."
"No!" Sydney says remembering Lord Ivashkov's words. "None of us are meant to be or do anything. We all have the right to decide what we're going to be. I have the power to choose what I want and I refuse to be one of you!"
Miss Stanton grows silent and Sydney sits in the chair waiting for her death. Her body starts to shake as she remembers that night at Lord Ivashkov's. She shouldn't have left. She should have stayed. She should have heard the truth in his words but she was so deaf, so blind. And now, all she wants to do is to run back to America, back to him and her friends.
"Do it now, and make it quick boys. I got a job for you waiting for you."
"Yes miss," the say.
Sydney closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "They won't leave you know," she says picturing her family in America. She remembers Princess Jill's laugh, Lord Ivashkov's jokes, Angeline's uniqueness and Eddie's kind heart. "They'll find you."
"We'll see about that Sydney, we'll see about that."
Stanton disappears into the darkness of the room and Sydney's hand tightens on the arm of the chairs as the two men walk over to her. She tries to pull her wrists loose from the chains and only manages to shake the chair. Two strong hands pull her head back and pry open her mouth. Sydney shakes her head as tears run down her cheeks.
"Please," she begs. "Please spare me."
The man chuckles as he holds her mouth open. "No can do girl, no can do."
Sydney watches the other man in front of her with horror filled eyes as he walks forward with a glass full of a golden like liquid, as golden as the lily on her cheek. A scream creeps up her throat and she tries to shakes away from the man's grasp.
"Father!" she cries. "God no! Please! Adrian, someone help me!"
The man pours the warm liquid down her mouth. Sydney tries to spit it out but the man behind her pulls her hair so hard that her scream can be heard miles and miles away. Her throat starts to burn as a fire creeps up her throat as the liquid rolls down her throat. Her heart suddenly stops beating and something hard knocks her hard on her head from behind. Sydney lets out a gasp as something warm trickles down from her mouth. Her eyes start to flutter close and soon before Sydney knows it, Sydney feels herself fall into a cold, dark sleep, one she knows that she might not ever wake up from.
Purrfictionist here! Hey guys this is my second FanFic in the Bloodlines category. Unlike the other one, the idea for this story just popped into my head and I decided to see where it goes. Read and Reply please!