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Chapter 7: She Cried Red Tears
Robin woke up late after a fantastic night of love making with Amon. She sat up in bed and hugged the sheet close to her torso covering her breasts.
She glanced around the room surprised to see no sign of Amon in or near the room and sighed softly. Robin looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was only a quarter to nine in the morning and sighed again this time exasperated. "Where could he have gone so early in the morning?" she asked herself.
As the young fire witch extracted herself from the bed, a note on the night table caught her attention. She picked up the note and read it with a raised eyebrow.
Robin,
I have a few things to take care of, I will return at exactly ten am. Please be dressed and ready to go by then
Amon
Robin raised an eyebrow as she set the note back down on the table. "Well I still have time to take care of the bedding," she mused to herself.
After a relaxing hot shower, Robin quickly dressed then took care of the dirty sheets depositing them in the laundry hamper. Afterwards she quickly, but neatly made the bed then brushed her hair. Rather than her usual style, she twisted her hair into a soft bun held in place by a silver hair comb.
"Robin? Are you ready to go?" Amon called as he walked through the front door with his newly acquired set of house keys at precisely ten am.
Amon inwardly smiled as he watched a much older looking Robin walk down the stairs to the front entrance of the house. His lips curved in a slight smile as he took in her appearance. "You look beautiful."
A gentle blush graced her cheeks. "Thank you Amon." Robin dressed in an ash gray cashmere sweater and long ankle length skirt that was very flattering to her slender figure. Since their relocation to Chicago, her style of dress changed slightly. Granted she still wore dark colors and long skirts, but she rarely dressed her old Victorian dress from her earlier days with the STN-J.
She reached for her traditional maroon coat, but Amon's gentle grasp on her wrist stopped her. "This one," he said as he gave her a well-tailored black wool coat and a pair of leather gloves.
Robin donned the new coat amazed at the style and opulence then looked at Amon with her tranquil smile. "Where are we going today?" she asked.
"It's a surprise," Amon replied with a mysterious smile. The older man turned and headed back out the front door and locked it after Robin exited the house. His smile broadened slightly when he heard Robin's surprised gasp at the sight of the car Rose acquired for him. "I take it you like the car?" he questioned gently taking her small leather-clad hand in his guiding her to the jet black Jaguar. After he helped Robin in, Amon himself entered the car and the two drove off.
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Like the previous few days since her arrival in the city, Ivy walked down one of the bustling avenues grateful that she did not have a meeting with the unsettling inquisitioner. A visible shudder ran through her body as she recalled the lecherous man's gaze.
"Pervert asshole," she murmured softly growled. "After I take care of Robin, his ass is next."
Ivy quickly turned down a heavily shadowed alley as she made her way down to the secret entrance to her apartment.
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Recalling the information he received from Rose, Amon and Robin were on their way downtown. Giving the fact that Christmas was rapidly approaching, Rose thought Robin might enjoy a day out alone with just Amon as well as the chance to see the Lights on the Magnificent Mile.
When they arrived, Robin's eyes lit up with delight at the sight of shoppers weighed down with gifts. Granted she never celebrated Christmas as a holiday during her time at the monastery, but she did read about how other countries observed the most scared of holidays.
"Amon, look at…"Robin began but then looked at Amon and gasped when she saw the pain and sadness that reflected in his eyes. She followed direction of his gaze as it fell on a young couple walking hand and hand with their young son. "You never really had a family to speak of," she spoke softly.
Amon sighed in aggravation as he grabbed Robin's hand and went inside of Marshal Field. The couple walked around the main level of the department store in silence.
"Nagira was all I had for a while," he openly admitted to Robin. "My mother went insane when her powers manifested themselves and I never really knew my father. I was twelve when Nagira took me in and he helped me until the day I joined the STN-J."
Robin gave Amon's hand an understanding squeeze as a silent promise to always be there for him.
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With Robin and Amon out for what she hoped was the entire day, Rose quickly ran four doors down to a friend's house. "Kit!! Open up!" she yelled as she knocked frantically on the door.
A young woman with very short blonde hair and hazel gray eyes concealed behind a pair of wire-framed glasses opened the door. She glared murderously at the sheepishly grinning healer before she stepped aside. "What's the big deal?"
"The government is going to vote on the bill!" Rose beamed. "We're finally going to get our wish!"
The woman known as Kit blinked her eyes. "You're kidding, right?" she asked.
"No,"
A gentle smile spread against the blonde's face. "Finally after many years. We may not have to hide anymore."
"Praise be to God," Rose sighed as she gave the shapely blonde a hug.
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Violet eyes snapped open and took on a reddish hue. "She's close," Ivy hissed softly. With cat-like agility, she donned her leather duster then grabbed her gun.
Almost in tuned to the young fire witch, Ivy rushed along the streets skirting and dodging shoppers as she made a bee line for the object of her hunt.
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"This can't be!" Father Kain bellowed, as he looked the headline of the Chicago Tribune. "Witches are Not human and don't deserve such rights."
As Father Kain paced the length of his office, the timid nun acting as his assistant picked up the discarded newspaper and read the by-line on the front page of the paper. "After a tragic turn of events, President Jones has urged congress to push the Craft-users Protection act forward into legislation. If accepted, the U.S. government will ban all actions of Solomon as well as establish a government run trial system… Congress is expected to make a final decision by the end of the day…" she continued reading the article, her voice changing to a soft murmur.
"We have to find her tonight or else any thing we do could be considered illegal."
The nun nodded silently secretly grateful the hunts could possibly end.
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Finished with their Christmas shopping, Amon and Robin strolled leisurely down Michigan Avenue. Amon mentally smiled as he watched his psuedo wife's expression. "You've never celebrated Christmas at all?" Amon asked.
Robin's eyes were alight with the joy of the holiday season. "No, the most I did at Christmas time was Christmas mass and then a large meal later that night when I was growing up in the monastery."
Unbeknownst to the couple, Violet eyes watched them from a darkened alley. "Sing a song of sixpence…a pocket full of rye…" Ivy's voice called almost like a siren's song from the darkness.
A gasp escaped from Robin's lips as the whispered siren song danced in her ears. The joyful smile quickly melted away to a look of pure terror. "Amon…"
"I hear it too Robin," Amon scowled glancing towards the alley.
"We have to run!" Robin panicked.
"Now the time has come for little Robin to DIE!" Ivy finished the taunting siren's melody as she summoned a sharp gust of wind that pushed Robin into the alley.
"Robin!" Amon cried out as he ran into the alley. His eyes shimmered with the promise of death as they fell upon the scene before him. Robin lay unconscious on the ground while the leather-clad witch stood over her.
Ivy reached inside her duster and drew a well-concealed kodachi with several runes engraved on the blade and handle. The blade shimmered with a life of it's own despite the lack of light in the alley. "So the dark witch wants to protect the little bird?" she taunted.
"Leave her alone!" Amon commanded icily.
Ivy idly pressed the ball of her foot into Robin's throat as if she were tapping her foot before she applied enough pressure to cut off her air supply. "Why should I?" Violet eyes shimmered with mirth. She lazily held the kodachi over Robin's prone body acting as if she was going to drop the blade.
Emerald orbs snapped open and instantly summoned a fire blast that knocked Ivy back against a dumpster. "I won't let you bully me again Ivy…I'm stronger now," Robin spoke softly putting on her glasses.
An evil chuckle passed over Ivy's crimson lips. She leisurely licked the corner of her mouth and purred seductively at the taste of her own blood. "So, the little bird does have talons."
Robin focused on Ivy sending blast after blast at the leather-clad witch. Ivy laughed manically as she dodged the fire blasts with the grace of a ballerina. "Is that the best you can do?" she taunted.
Ivy gripped the handle of the kodachi with both of her hands causing the runes on the blade to glow brighter than the already illuminated blade. She swung the blade in a great downward arc casting a powerful wind spell.
Sensing the direction the blast, Robin focused her flame in that spot, but unfortunately her flame did nothing to block the blast and it hit her directly and slammed the young fire craft user against the brick wall with a sickening thud.
"Robin!!" Amon called out to the fallen woman/child. Enraged, he sent a very powerful physic blast at the wind witch. The blast was so powerful that it almost ripped Ivy's mind apart from the inside out.
Ivy fell to her knees and gripped her head in between both hands, her screams of pain echoed off the wall and filtered out to the main street. Gail force winds suddenly sprang to life pushing dumpsters and other items around the alley as she lost control of her craft.
Amon quickly but gently scooped up Robin's battered body a mere second before a dumpster crashed against the wall in the exact spot she had been. Completely forgetting about their discarded shopping bags, Amon quickly ran back to the parking garage he parked the car. Upon reaching the parking garage, Amon placed Robin gently in the passenger seat then got in the car himself. Without a second's hesitation, drove out of the garage and back home.
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Back in the alley Ivy continued to laugh manically, her hands covered her face while her body trembled from her laughter. Slowly she pulled her hands away from her face. Tears of pure blood ran from her left eye unchecked while she continued to laugh. "Robin…I will find you and I will KILL You!"
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Author's Notes:
Wow…Another chapter done…Many Many more to go.
Angel of light and darkness: The song from the last chapter was from one of the very rare singles out there. A friend of mine just happened to have it and let me download it from his server.
Wildheartz: as for chapter 5 Yeah I was working around FF.Net's restrictions.
To all my other reviewers, I apologize for not addressing your comments right away, I've been up all day and I need some rest. However do know that I love you all and it's your wonderful comments and polite criticism that keeps me going.
