Prologue
"No please don't!" A young man growled at the feet of an older man.
"You are so weak," the older man sneered.
"I am not," the young man managed. "Just because I fell in love, doesn't mean I am weak."
"No, you are nothing but a weak, worthless little disgrace," he snarled menacingly.
"At least I'm not a stuck up ignorant-to-the-world-around-him bastard of a lackey," the young man snarled back at him.
The older man had had enough. He took his cane and smacked it on the young man's head.
"You will never speak to me like that, boy. I have every power to kill you and her," he glanced at the bed in the corner saying 'her' with extreme distaste, as if it left a disgusting taste in his mouth.
A sudden fear swept across the seventeen year old.
"But no, I would rather watch you both suffer not knowing what is happening to them," he smirked down at the young man.
"No, please I'll do anything, anything just don't hurt her," he said rather loudly, the fear and worry evident in his voice.
The man grinned in an evil, twisted way and threw his head back and laughed. The sound was cold, hollow, and evil .
He turned on his heel and stalked over to a large wooden door, , still grinning like a maniac, and glaring at the occupants of the room. The young man pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around the small dungeon room. There was a large bed where a young woman his age was lying on top of the covers, asleep .. He walked over to the bed and sat down, looking at the beautiful woman laying there..
"Hey, baby," he whispered brushing his hand on her cheek.
The young woman stirred slightly and her hand went to her cheek and took his hand. She smiled without opening her eyes.
"Hey, honey," she murmured. "Where are they?"
His mouth dried up and he gulped. Her eyes opened and locked with his.
"Sweetie?" she barely managed to say.
He couldn't make eye contact with his one true love. She knew what his silence meant. She began to sob uncontrollably. He took her in his arms and she grabbed the front of his robes as if her life depended on it. He pulled her against him allowing her to cry into his chest.
"I m...m...miss th...them s...so much," she stuttered.
"I know hun, I know," he said while rubbing her back. "I miss them too. Don't worry, the Order will be here soon."
"What if they are hurt?" She said.
"Don't worry, baby. They won't hurt them, I promise. They need them," he soothed, still rubbing her back.
She pulled back from him and wiped her eyes, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry. I'm being stupid. I know they would never hurt them, no matter how much they'll hurt us," she muttered more to herself than him.
"No, you're not stupid. Just scared and worried," he paused for a moment. "I am, too."
She looked up at him in awe and then smiled at him. He blushed slightly and smiled wryly.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"I love you, too," she whispered back.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly against hers. She pulled him closer and their lips met again, sending a shock through them both. Before they could deepen the kiss however, a loud bang came from upstairs.
