It seems like it's taken me ages to update. Finally, I got my ass up and typed chapter 4. And what do you know, I had already written it *nervous laugh* in that 'History Class Notebook' that the only thing missing through the pages is actually History. Ugh, I'm outta here.
This is somewhat of a small chapter, but I couldn't bring myself to cut it anywhere else, so… here it is.
Also, since this story is basically a crossover between my book and the Lords, check out "Mistress of the Dark" by SpadesDame on FictionPress.
"COMMAND US, MISTRESS" Tristan said while he and Eamen kneeled before her throne. He was always the one to do the formal addressing. Eamen tended to be too potent and often touched –if not crossed- the line of disrespect.
Aishling turned her ice-white gaze on them and her glory was breathtaking as always, he had to confess. The lace and silk materials of her dress were sprawled over the stairs that her throne stood upon and her fiery hair hung below the arms of the chair, licking the marble. It wasn't only her appearance that made one want to stare at her for hours. This female could destroy one without lifting her pinkie. Hell, she could destroy millions without doing so.
"Leave us" she commanded, her strong, deep voice echoing in the room. She wasn't addressing them, though. The command was meant for the warriors of the Elite Guard. "You, Tariq, stay"
"Yes, my Lady" the leader of the group replied. He was standing beside her throne as he always did during formal meetings, armed up to the core, despite the fact that he was still in human form. And he would remain thus until the next battle.
Once the women cleared the room one by one, bowing to Aishling each and every one of them, they were free to talk. Eamen exhaled forcefully and got up on his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and began to pace. Tristan got on his feet too, though with less drama. Aishling got up soundlessly and went to pour herself a glass of red wine.
"When do we leave?" Eamen spoke up impatiently. Tristan was ready to glare at him but decided against it. There was no one here to witness the disrespect anyway. And it was the reason she had shooed the other warriors.
"Soon enough" she answered. "It's true that without Sybilla here you've got a lot of more work to do." Uh, yes. Sybilla the Prophetess almost always knew where to send them. With her visions and heightened senses they were unmistakable.
"Who it missing?" Well, now, Tristan knew, but he had better make sure, just in case.
"Leilah the Demon Tamer and Sybilla the Prophetess" Tariq confirmed.
"Hell's teeth. Sybilla was with us yesterday night!" Eamen cursed. "They couldn't have left together" he noted.
"No, but they sure as hell have met up later on" Aishling told them.
"Do we kill them?" Eamen asked. That was always the case with traitors, and their greatest fear right now. They would have to do their duty and well, Sybilla was their friend.
"No. You bring them back to me alive. They are both too precious to die. We need them" and that wicked, unstable female with that frustrating green hair probably knew it very well.
Sybilla wasn't known to quit easily. She was going to give a hell of a fight if they were gonna get them.
"This is not going to be easy" Tristan mumble before he had the chance to stop himself.
"I know. Sybilla is one of my best" Aishling said with pride visible in her voice. That was sometimes the case. You had to take chances with strong warriors, always knowing they could one day turn against you.
But Sybilla hadn't, in fact, turned against Aishling. She just tended to do whatever got in her stubborn mind. When she wanted to do something, she would, no matter what.
TORIN FOCUSED ON HIS DRINK, or at least pretended to, 'Cause he was staring, and staring openly. Fuck, as much as he tried, he couldn't help it.
And Cameo had her stare focused on him. Well, at least half of it. He knew she would be trying to decode each and every movement of their 'quests'.
Right now, she was into a game of pool with Sybilla. Looked like the green haired woman had played with about everybody that night. No, not everyone. She had yet to challenge him.
Gods help him, she was magnificent, despite the fact that she confused the shit outta him. Maybe that was the catch. He liked the puzzle. He was intrigued by her.
Abruptly, she lifted her eyes, golden and snake-like and locked her gaze on him. She was leaning over the pool table, ready to take a shot and her cleavage was showing over the neckline of her black dress.
Not that he noticed…
She wiggled a little, repositioning herself and- holy hell, the black lace of her bra was popped up. He gulped, hard.
Speaking of hard…
She smiled mischievously at him and winked. He coughed and looked away as Cameo banged her stick against the leg of the table to get their attention.
Gods, now he felt bad. Even though typically he and Cameo had never bothered with making their somewhat-of-a-relationship official in any way, he couldn't help feeling like there was something like an unspoken agreement between them.
It wasn't like he was betraying her on any level, right? After all, Sybilla had been the one to-
Ugh! Who on earth was he kidding?
He was standing there, ogling at a mischievous, utterly insane and undeniably hot as hell female, sporting a major hard on and he was trying to find excuses?
Man up, you ass!
The smug laughter that came from Disease had him gripping the glass he had been holding in a death-grip. He didn't realize it, though, until it had been shattered to tiny little pieces. He rushed to clean up the mess before the others noticed. Surely, the gloves hadn't been-
He exhaled in relief. They were intact. Last thing anyone in here needed was that infected, black blood of his escaping from his veins.
"Hello, stranger." He jumped at the sound of that sultry voice behind him. "Easy there, big boy." She laughed. Not the hysterical, utterly out of sane laughter, but a warmer, throatier one.
He cleared his throat, hoping the mess going on south wouldn't show in his voice. "Why, hello to you, too." Find something smart, you fucker! Great. Now he was speaking to himself. While staring at her like an idiot.
But of course, the bulge in his pants wasn't easy to ignore, right? Her eyes momentarily darted down there and he felt heat rushing, hoping it wouldn't reach his cheeks. That damned turtle neck was suddenly choking him. Fuck him and his inexperience. Surely, he just had to be all that dedicated, back then, huh? Pre-possession. Pre-Disease. Pre- all his fucked up shit.
Touch her! Disease growled, jumping up and down in his head. Shit up, you fucker. Torin growled at the Demon.
"I don't suppose this was meant for me, huh?"
Shit, had he talked out loud?
"No, no, no." he rushed out.
At the sound of her wicked laughter, he prayed he wouldn't make even more of a fool out of himself by blushing full on.
"SYBILLA? SISTER MINE, are you alright?" Leilah asked while at the breakfast table. The female had gotten up early to prepare something for their 'ever so generous hosts'. Sybilla grumbled her response that was meant to sound like "Don't concern yourself with me, sister." But came out more like a snake hiss. "Oh, sister mine, you haven't really left the Temple for long, have you?" Leilah noted with concern.
"Yes I have!" Sybilla protested. Or at least, tried to. It came out as another hill. She willed her tongue back in normal shape, repeated her words, but it was of no use.
"Sybilla…" Leilah scolded her, tsking and shaking her head. Sybilla didn't like that. She just couldn't stand being pampered. She hot up and hastily left the room, running back up to the bedroom she had been given. She just didn't want to see anyone. Until she had her condition under control, at least. Going back to the Realm, for once, wasn't an option either. She knew Aishling a little too-well.
By now she would be searching for them with all of her forces. Leilah was precious to her and she couldn't fall to the hands of the enemy or anybody else. Sybilla knew, and Aishling probably knew she did. What Lady Aishling probably couldn't be quite sure about would be about how much she knew.
But the great Prophetess Sybilla was, her visions had helped her through until now, and would keep doing so, no matter what happened.
LEILAH WAS FRIGHTENED, even if she refused to let it show. She wasn't just worried about the female, but utterly terrified. About both what could happen to Sybilla and what she could do to everybody else once the darkness took over her.
Not that she wasn't capable of things without the darkness exploding… The Great Prophetess held power that could probably compare to that of their Mistress.
Leilah had never witnessed the female operating on full power but the rumors spread like the plague. The stories were many, each one different and worse than the other. All of them, though, of the same singe occasion.
Footfalls of someone entering the kitchen snapped her out of her thoughts and back to her cooking. With the corner of her eyes she registered a dark-haired woman entering the room. She, too, wore a grim expression on her face, but strangely enough it didn't take from her beauty: didn't lessen it one single bit.
"Good morning, Cameo," she greeted her but got but a grumble of a response. The second one for the day. Perfect.
And if just the day couldn't get any better…
06-06-2012: I want to thank all of you who have read my story so far, and even more those who took time to review, but due to the exams I won't be able to update soon, and sadly maybe not even when they're over.
When I started writing this, the characters (Sybilla, Aishling, Leilah, Eamen, Tariq, Tristan) were taken from my book, Mistress of the Dark. I had to alter some things, to others less (Aishling DOES appear cold and Eamen and Tristan ARE complete opposites) and to others more, like Leilah (This Leilah has nothing to do with the Priestess of the Realm of Nyx). But while writing the book I got carried away and could no longer concentrate to write this one. Apparently, I'm a huge sucker for Torin-Cameo but apart from that while writing I started to feel that connection between Eamen and Sybilla which not even they don't understand fully yet. So, it was more and more difficult to write about a connection between Torin and Sybilla, since both of them have something so strong with somebody else.
[Now, if my bestie reads this, be sure I'm not gonna live to write another chapter to either one of the stories. *whispers and looks around* She doesn't like Cam for Torin... *sighs* But I guess that's good for her... ]
I hope you will understand, 'cause I know I hate it too when stories end abruptly. Sometime during the summer I plan on writing a couple extra long chapters, which would be set a while later after this one, both because they are stuck in my head and couldn't do otherwise and because I hate to leave it like this.
If you are interested in the actual book which the characters are from, check out Mistress of the Dark by SpadesDame on FictionPress. It's the first book, and it's about Aishling and Tariq. Sybilla always plays a big part, since she's a key-character and Eamen could be nowhere but beside her.
Love,
Anna