When Darkness Falls
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No ownage...
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
Inner Voices/Sylver while in animal form
[Nakka Notes]
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Chapter 2
Business Can Be a Deadly Game...
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Reaver growled with deadly ambition as he stormed up towards his mansion. To anyone that he passed along the way, the pirate appeared more than livid. He had ever right to feel this much fury and hatred. After all, it's not every day a woman comes in and practically steals everything you once had and then rubs it in your face. And Sparrow had done just that. Balverine be damned, he was going to kill Sparrow the moment he saw her.
As he bulldozed his way through the gates, Norman smiled as he met him at the front door. "Where is she?" hissed Reaver as he pulled out his pistol. Norman mentally chuckled and shook his head before opening the door.
"She's in the study. She's been waiting for you." Ignoring the man's words, Reaver pushed him aside and stomped into the mansion. Though he did not notice it, the inside of the mansion looked exactly the same as he had left it, side from a few hanging trophies and pieces of art. Not even bothering to knock, he practically kicked the door open and entered the study. The study, unlike the rest of the house, had undergone some rather hefty changes. The desk had been moved so that it faced the door and most of the bookshelves had been rearranged so that more shelves could be squeezed in. There were maps tacked onto the walls and over in the backmost corner were what looked like to be a weapon stands that held all sorts of exotic swords, guns, crossbows, and hammers.
"Ah, Reaver." chimed Sparrow as she sat at her desk with a large pile of paperwork. "Come on in. To what so I owe this gracious visit?"
Reaver growled and aimed his pistol at her. "Don't play innocent, Sparrow. You know exactly why I am here."
Sparrow chuckled and placed her head in her hand while looking at him with mischievous eyes. "Reaver dear... If that was all you had wanted, then all you had to do was but ask. No need to go about threatening lives and destroying doors." The arrogant tone in her voice caused Reaver to twitch. How dare she?! How dare she be so smug with herself right in front of him inside his own house?! Growling in rage, Reaver aimed at Sparrow's head and fired. Before either of the two could react, a white blur shot through the room.
Reaver stood shocked as a man appeared out of nowhere. He was a tall one, about six and a half feet and was rather lithe for a man. He had long white hair that flowed wildly over his shoulders, which contrasted greatly with his blood red eyes that bore into Reaver's with a mixture of rage and irritation. And in between his clawed fingers was the bullet meant to take Sparrow's life.
"Ah, thank you, Sylver." Sparrow said cheerfully. But even though she put up a positive persona, she was an absolute wreck. She knew that she could press her luck only so much with Reaver before it ran out. Reaver himself stood gawking at the tall man blocking him from Sparrow. He didn't see or hear him in the room and then sudden he shows up and catches his bullet!
Wait a minute... Did she say 'Sylver?' Wasn't that the same name as her Balverine mutt? Thinking back he recalled something he had read in a book a long time ago. Mature Balverines had the ability to shape shift into a more human form so that they could lure human prey back to its lair with ease. This man was the Balverine named Sylver. Having confirming this, Reaver lowered his pistol and glared at the woman who sat smugly at his desk, in his house, within HIS city!
"Now, now. Don't give me that look, Reaver." Her smugness became mischief, which put the Skillful Hero at edge. "It's your own fault for putting you costal paradise up for sale." She began to scribble her signature on several papers, approving or disapproving changes for the city. Though she was not sure what the consequences would be once Reaver found out she had bought his house, she was actually quite grateful that she took the risk. Because of this, not only did she discover a new type of life and some very interesting things about the original homeowner, she had also developed quite the governing skills. Skills that she was sure that would come in handy once she left Albion to explore the rest of the world.
"You've read my note, have you not, Sparrow? Upon my return, I take back what is mine. I always have and I always will. And I will be damned to the blackest abyss if I let some woman change that?!" Reaver's voice grew louder until it was a half yell, half snarl. He even took several threatening steps forward, causing Sylver to give a dark growl and attempt to lunge at the prideful male. However, Sparrow quickly got up and placed a gentle hand on Sylver's chest. Stopping, the tall man looked down at the cheerful Hero and took a few steps back.
Turning her attention to the steamed Reaver, Sparrow began to slowly make her way towards him, making sure to move her hips slightly. "Now, Reaver dear..." her voice was gentle purr that caught Reaver by surprise. "There's no need to raise your voice so much." She began to circle him, gently running her hand across his back, sides, and stomach as she did so. Her gently touch made Reaver's body become ridged. Never would he have expected this from her. The Sparrow he knew was righteous, distant, innocent, and repressed. For the love of Avo, she had been the only woman to reject his advances! So... Where in the hell did this new, darker, more tempting Sparrow come from. A part of him liked being touched like this by the one woman who hated his guts, but another part was somewhat fearful. She would not be doing this unless she had something planned.
Watching Reaver squirm slightly, she stopped moving behind him and pressed her body against his. She wound her arm around his neck so that he was forced to look back at her and her free hand gently stroked the side of his face. "Now... Why don't you do me a big favor, Reaver dear..." Her voice became low, forcing Reaver to move just a little bit closer so that he could hear her. As he did, her smirk widened and her Will lines began to glow softly. "And go dancing in Bloodstone like an idiot."
Before his mind could wrap around her words, a soft purple glow emitted from both her hand that was touching his cheek and her eyes. He suddenly felt his mind become numb and his own eyes began to glow. As the light faded away, Reaver's dark eyes became a purple color and his body relaxed completely. Letting go of him, Sparrow laughed and moved away, allowing the now zombie-like Reaver to leave the room. She heard the main door creak open and close and the echoing laughter of Norman.
Smiling with delight, Sparrow moved back to the desk to continue her paperwork. As she did, Sylver moved closer and raised an elegant eyebrow at her.
"Are you sure it's safe to have a man like that around?" In human from, Sylver's voice was deep and had a slight British drawl. Sparrow smiled innocently up at him, tapping her pen on the desk.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Sylver. Reaver is a man that is easily subdued with the right touch or the right words." She began to shift through some of the papers. "He is a man with an overly large ego and a high sense of himself. He may be the Hero of Skill, but he is still a man."
"Just don't press your luck. Despite what you make think, you are still playing a dangerous game." His voice was laced with concern. Looking up, Sparrow reached up and gently pat the side of his arm. Even though he was in human form, Sylver gave a growling purr at her touch. She was touched by his concern. Ever since that night in Rookridge ten years ago, the two of them had been very close, even though she had killed his mother. Though he knew what she had done, he kept by her side protecting and aiding her. She had once asked him if he ever hated her for what she had done in the past. He responded simply by saying 'the past is irrelevant, it's the future that counts.'
"I know, but everything will be fine, Sylver. You'll see. In the end, it all comes down to this: this is my game, and I always win." Sparrow said with a gently hum. "For now, let's just enjoy the fact that the most feared pirate in all of Albion is dancing around like an idiot." A fangy smile played across the Balverine's face. Only Sparrow would dare to make an idiot out of a man like Reaver and laugh in his face when he confronted her about it [which was most likely to happen once the Chaos Spell wore off]. Truly his master was a one-of-a-kind.
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Several Hours Later...
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"BY ALL THAT IS PURE AND CORRUPT, SPARROW SHALL DIE!" vowed Reaver as he bulled his way through the people of Bloodstone and back up to his mansion. Blood red seeped into his eyes and his fist was white from gripping his pistol so hard. Any harder and the poor thing would probably snap in two. The Chaos Spell had finally worn off and the Pirate King was beyond enraged. He had officially become the most feared laughingstock in Bloodstone. A laughingstock due to the fact that he had for the past several hours danced about like a drunken monkey, and the most feared since he instantly shot anybody he caught laughing, giggling, or anybody who had a shit-eating grin once he regained his consciousness.
The number of deaths in that moment had tripled since his departure and Reaver was determined to add at least one more. If the Balverine got in his way, then two evil [at least in his mind] creatures would die tonight.
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CE: Still a rather short chapter, but a short chapter with its edges cleaned up.
JA NE
[Goodnight]
