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Chapter 3
A Slight Problem
"You know your going to have to tell them," her other self commented.
"No I won't. Plus, that's a bit embarrassing, I prefer them to be under the impression that I have already done it." Selari muttered.
"You do know that it is going to be a problem, you sort of have to do it before you can make the Offering." She told her.
"I know that, I'm going to, I'm just not going to tell them." She replied.
"Oh really, what's your great plan then?" she questioned.
"You just have to know every thing don't you." Selari commented.
"Yes, of course I do. Especially since it concerns us."
"Oh just go away," Selari told herself a bit angrily.
"Selari come on were here," Eri called to Selari.
Selari realized that she was the only one left in the carriage, and hurriedly vacated it as well. She watched as everyone else started stretching and such.
"I'm so glad that were finally here, it seemed to take forever, I don't think that I could have lasted another hour in that thing," Lizzy complained, glancing around.
"Me neither," Hannah chimed in.
"Stop complaining and let's get inside. I want to talk to somebody in charge to see about rooms and such," Eri told them and started to head towards the Keep. This is it, Selari time to leave, Selari thought to herself.
"Eri you can handle all of this by yourself right?" Selari called out to him. Eri stopped and turned around, he looked at her very suspiciously.
"Yes, but why would I have to handle it by myself, when you are also here to help me out?" he asked, barely containing the anger that was starting to build up. She was going to run she wasn't going to go through with it. Well she was going to go through with it, if he had to force her to.
"Well, actually I have to go do something." She told him.
"What do you have to do, that couldn't wait till after you made the Offering?" he demanded of her. She frowned at him not liking the tone of voice he was using, acting like she was some sort of child.
"That Eri is none of your concern. You and Lizzy can go make your Offerings and I shall return in time to do mine, is that understood." Her voice told him that she wanted no arguments from him.
"Yes Lady, I understand perfectly. But if you are not back here by the time that we are both done I will to hunting and I shall find you," his voice was formal and calm and showed no signs of the anger that he was feeling inside.
Both Lizzy and Hannah watched the two in silence. Not really sure of what they should do. Both were of the same mind as Eri, thinking that she was running off and that she wouldn't be coming back to make the Offering. So they just stood they're waiting for a sign of what they should do. Then they watched as Selari disappeared. Eri then stormed off in the direction of the Keep. They followed slowly behind.
"So which would you prefer to be with, an angry Selari or an angry Eri?" Lizzy asked in the way of the Blood.
"Neither," Hannah told her.
"I agree and here we are stuck with angry Eri, just our luck right?" this was slightly sarcastic.
"Reya never said anything like this happened, and neither did Quinn," Hannah muttered.
"Well Quinn did say that she had to talk to very mean men, didn't she?" Lizzy asked.
"Yes, but she was young then and she thought every male was a cruel being, well except for our males of course." Hannah told Lizzy.
"Oh ya, well Quinn always as the strangest opinions," Lizzy added.
"Will you two hurry up we don't have all day. Lizzy your going to make the Offering first and I want to get started." Eri called back to them. He was a bit ahead of them, they had been deliberately keeping their distance from him, not wanting to be in his line of fire.
"Lucky me I wont have to be near him," Lizzy said happily.
"Ya, ya lucky you," Hannah muttered sadly. She was the one that was going to be stuck with him instead.
The place was a bit dark and well smelly would be a grand understatement. She wasn't sure what it was and she did not want to find out. Whatever had made him to go to a place like this was beyond her.
Surprisingly enough she had never been to a bar. Of course there was always a first time for everything. Maybe this wasn't the right time, she could always have her first bar visit some other time. Maybe she should just leave, go home and pretend like everything was the same and never had to come back here again.
No, she had to stop being a coward, she would do this. And after all in the end she still never had to come back here again. It wasn't like he would remember her, it had been seven years after all. He most likely would have forgotten her. He probably moved on with his life never looking back on the time that they had been friends.
Another good thing, he was probably drunk, in which case it would make it easier and faster, maybe not better, but really she didn't have very high expectations of her first time. All of her friends had said that it wasn't very good and it was a good deal nerve wrecking thinking that he might break her. Well at least she didn't have to worry about that. She would never let him break her, never no matter what other people have said about not having any control over it.
Silently she moved across the dirty floor and around the crowded tables. None paid attention to her, in fact to them she wasn't even there. She had made that so, she only wanted to be noticed by one person and that was it. She didn't want to be hassled by a bunch of drunk males.
She barely paid any attention to the noises going on around her. Her eyes stayed focused at the lonely male sitting at the bar counter. He was gulping down another glass filled with an amber liquid. His beautiful wings were folded against his body. His hair she noticed had grown longer. The dark, black curls were in fact tied back into a simple ponytail that fell past his shoulders. She couldn't see his eyes from here, but she was sure that they would still be the same golden hue. They would still hold fire in them and his face would still be the cold mask of indifference as it always had been.
Finally having reached her destination she sat on the stool next to him and just stared at him for a few seconds. She had missed him so much in the time that had passed. It seemed like not a week went by without him entering her thoughts. No matter how hard she tried he was always their to encourage, to criticize, to bring hope, to be yet another voice filling her head. Though his was the only one welcome, she would gladly discard the other's if she had a choice.
Her hand slowly reached out towards him, wanting to touch him again. She was so close just another inch and her hand would be on his shoulder. His hand snaked out of nowhere and encircled her wrist in a painful grip. His reflexes were still as sharp as ever, even when he was in to who knew how many glasses of liquor. She glanced up to look at his face. His eyes were intently focused on her, he didn't even blink. They soon filled with disbelief and a bit of hope. His grip on her wrist loosened a bit, but didn't let go.
"Are you a dream?" he questioned. His voice didn't even slur, it sounded just as she had remembered.
She nodded at his question. It was better he think this a dream any ways. He wouldn't ask questions, and she wouldn't have to answer them. It would all just be an illusion.
"That's what I thought," He nodded at this and took another swig from the glass in his other hand, all the while his eyes never left her. She never wantedhim to look away.
"What have you come for this time?" he asked. This wasn't his first time dreaming of her. He had dreamed of her so often since she had left. Sometimes she was still a child and he was still teaching her, other times she was a grown woman, coming to see him as a man. Though he had never seen her face in the dreams, it had always been a blur. He was glad that this time was different, this time he could see what a beauty that she had become, instead of imagining it.
"You know why I've come," she whispered. He just stared at her, she wasn't sure if he had heard her when he didn't respond.
"Fine, if that is why you have come this time, then so be it." He finally replied. It was after all a dream and he would do anything she wanted even if it wasn't real. He stood up from the stool, pulling her with him. She followed his as he walked to the other end of the bar to where the stairs were. He had only made it to the second step when he turned back to look at her.
"Are you sure, Selari?" He questioned.
"Of course, Divear." Her voice was soft and sweet. Her eyes never left his, making sure that he knew that she meant what she said. He then turned back around and started walking back up the steps with her following just a step behind.
AN: And that my readers is the end of this chapter. I'm two days late, but it took me awhile to come up with this. I wasn't really sure how to do this scene.
I would like to thank my helpful reviewer with the information regarding the Virgin Night and the Offering. I didn't know about the 21 thing though and so in my fanfic it shall be 17, but really thanks for helping me.
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