Alright guys, this is the last chapter until I get some kind of feedback. I want to know what you think of the story, and the characters! So if no one likes it, then I'm not going to keep writing it. Thanks.
He watched her as the two walked, cloaked in the shadows of the forest around them. She was different. She wasn't the scared little girl he'd met only a few days before. Marcelle was a princess, and a warrior. She was determined, and full of power. Aiden suspected he'd only witnessed a small amount of her magic that day, and that she had much more to show. But for now, he walked in silence beside her, wondering what sort of thoughts ran through her head. A strange feeling started in the pit of his stomach, disgust for his own kind. His father and mother had been at the massacre. They had been the ones who ripped off the heads of Marcelle's parents and bathed in their blood. It was sickening, which was strange for a vampire to feel. Had he really fallen completely in love with the creature gliding next to him?
"My Lady." A voice bellowed from behind the two, causing them both to stop. Scath stopped behind Marcelle and bowed low, standing up straight once more. "I cannot allow you to leave this dimension alone. I left you once, I cannot do it again." She watched him, seemingly pondering her options.
"As much as I do not want you to come and get hurt, I understand your desires. If you wish to come, you may. But you know that you must remain in this form, or risk being seen." He nodded mechanically, his wide grin spreading even wider, pointed teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
Finally, the two reached the faery circle, the world around them changing into what it was before. It was night, just as it had been when they'd first traveled through the dimensions, the moon high and illuminating everything around them.
"Do you smell her? Riannon?" Marcelle looked up at Aiden, who scoured the area, searching for his brother's accomplice.
"I do. Which means we should run."
"No. We should let her take us. We'll get to the castle faster that way." Aiden looked down at her, lips parting to speak. But an army was upon the three before he could say anything. And instantly, the blonde banshee held the fae, clipping her wings together and pinning her against the ground. Scath was the last to be subdued, who simply remained smiling, playing along with the princess's plan.
"Finally caught you, little bitch. You'll be a delicious treat for His Majesty."
"Or he'll be a delicious treat for me." She whispered back to her, lips curled up in a menacing way.
Aiden and Scath had been taken on a different plane than Marcelle. Riannon made sure that if one escaped, they wouldn't be able to take Marcelle. And any attempts to rescue her would be futile.
"Scath, you can't be serious about letting them take Marcelle, can you?" The vampire growled at the dragon sitting across from him in the narrow hall, who simply watched him intently, black eyes gleaming.
"She has a great deal of power, Master Aiden. She's finally unlocked it again, so have trust in her. The Princess knows what she is doing."
"A princess, eh?" Riannon asked Marcelle, resting her jaw on her hand as she watched the fae intently. "In that case, maybe His Majesty will have his way with you. He likes rare things."
"Which is probably why he doesn't seem to like you." The woman gasped, lip twitching slightly as she stood in a fit of anger and swung an open palm at the faery. A large red mark immediately formed on her left cheek, small dots of blood forming on the surface.
"You'd best watch your words, dog." Celle simply smiled, giggling at the woman's request.
"Or else what? You'll kill me? And ruin your possibly one and one chance at getting the false king to lay with you?" The vampire hissed and stood to swing once more, but instead of hitting the fae, a blood curdling scream echoed from between her lips. Fingers began to wither and curl, breaking and then turning to dust. She reached for her arm, trying to brush the curse off of her. "Touch me again, and I'll destroy you." Marcelle threatened, looking away and stopping the curse. Riannon fell back into her seat, clear drips of liquid falling down her face.
"What the hell did you do? How?"
"You'll see soon enough."
. . .
The two planes landed eventually, Marcelle and Riannon the first off. Her hand hadn't regenerated, nor would it. She wept for her loss, dragging the fae out of the plane roughly. She was furious at the creature, and was more excited than anything to see her be destroyed. If anyone could do it, Damon could.
"Hello, big brother!" He looked just like Aiden in every way. Small differences in the cheek bones, and his younger brother was slightly shorter, a younger persona filling his form. Eyes, unlike Aiden's, were a deep crimson, a truly dark aura emitting from him. Aiden watched the boy through narrowed eyes as he approached the two, stopping to stare at Scath. "And what might you be?" But he said nothing.
"My Lord." Riannon bowed to him, presenting the prize to her master. He said nothing at first, just stared at Marcelle for a long while.
"Wow. No wonder my brother is so fixated with you." Only one corner of his lip turned up in a seemingly evil smile. "Bring them inside."
. . .
He'd wanted her prepared before they began to feast. A scurry of maids all took her into their charge, shoving her down the hallway and stripping her the moment they were in the large wash room. It was different than what she'd expected. Instead of a dark, gloomy atmosphere, it was full of light. Beautiful tanned marble floors, a wash tub that looked straight out of some Egyptian palace. Ferns and different flowering plants found their home in this place. But she needed to keep her mind straight. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand. And at that moment, she needed a cleansing bath. All so she could kill the king.
"Do you not understand what they're going to do to her, Scath?" He growled to the dragon through the cell. "They're going to rip her wings off, hang them as a trophy, inject her with a poison that causes paralysis, lay her out naked for the world to see then feast on her. It's this whole ceremony! You don't get it! She will die!" He had too much faith that she knew what she was doing. "You'd think that a whole group of faeries could defeat the vampires when they came to attack. With all their magic, and all their powers, and even the dragons protecting them! But what happened? They were all killed, except for Marcelle." Scath finally looked his way, pondering his words in his mind.
"Perhaps you are right." He said after a long while, standing. The dragon inhaled deeply, releasing a black flame from between scaled lips. But the bars didn't melt. They didn't move. Nothing. What sort of place was this?
"A dragon, huh? How interesting. We'll have to hang your scales next to the faery's wings." Damon entered into the dungeon, Riannon following close behind. She watched the two, a bored look in her eyes, but remained close to her master's side.
"What do you want?" He growled to the shorter man, who signaled for the guard to come over with the key.
"You're going to be dining with us, dear brother. Since you're the one who found her." Aiden's eyes widened, head moving side to side slowly.
"No, I won't."
"You either eat with us willingly, or we'll force you to. And I'll hurt her more than I ever hurt any of the other fae. I'll keep her alive and use her for whatever I feel fit. She is a princess after all. Maybe I'll take her into my room and ravage her night after night and force you to watch." He would, too. That sick little bastard. Aiden walked out of the cell, following after his brother slowly. What could he do?
