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3 Lissa
It's been two weeks. Two excruciatingly long weeks. You see, I haven't quenched my thirst in over two weeks! My eyes were most likely a pitch black color and I'm sure some of the crew has noticed. After all, my blood red eyes really stood out in a crowd.
It's been two weeks and Jack has tried to kiss me several times. Key word: tried. I didn't let him kiss me...Most of the time.
The last time he kissed me, we were by the ships wheel and the crew was shuffling around, cleaning up debris from our latest battle with a British ship. Nasty buggers. Obviously, we won that one. We won every single one! It was almost as if the Black Pearl was Greece's Sparta. It was indestructible.
When he kissed me, nearly the whole crew saw. He didn't care, he just continued to order them around with that knowing smirk on his face.
As I said, Sparta was indestructible. That was before she fell. She fell some hundred years ago.
I only went back there once for a few hours, hiding in the trees surrounding it, watching my people partake in their everyday activities.
I remember seeing Thaddaios, all grown up and strong. A real Spartan.
Flashback.
I hid in the shadows, for someone would recognize me. After all, they had made two statues of Sapphira and myself! The put them near the entrance to Sparta's cemetery, in memory of the two Spartan girls' whose disappearance was a mystery, I suppose.
I suddenly heard the one noise I would recognize anywhere. A noise that I have missed so much in the past ten years! It was her army. Sparta's beautiful, strong, indestructible army.
As the noble soldiers marched past my hiding spot, one face stood out. He looked to be about twenty, a Spartan of only a few years tops.
His face seemed familiar. It was strong and defined, but I could see the hidden dimples in his cheeks. His dark brown eyes were emotionless, a good Spartan.
The leather strap that holds his cape in place dug into his strong, muscled shoulders. His shield and spear were in his hands, like he was about to march out to a war. It must be another small Athenian battle, if it was a serious battle they usually wouldn't send a Spartan so young unless there was another son to take his place. Sparta needed men.
His face turned to where I was standing and I had to stifle a gasp. That face, it was the much older, much stronger face of my little brother, Thaddaios. I knew it, he had one eyebrow sort of cocked to one side, something Father used to always do before he went off to war, a sign of anticipation I suppose.
I swiftly moved deeper into the shadows to hide myself from his view. Once he passed by, I sighed in relief.
It was good to know that my baby brother was not dead.
Flashback End.
A very familiar ache in the back of my throat brought me out of my thoughts.
I smelled him before I saw him. He smelled absolutely mouth watering. A good feast.
I stopped myself. This was Jack we were talking about, not a random homeless man on the side of the street.
"'Ello, darling." He said, slightly pushing his head out as he did that. I swear, this man does the oddest movements, but everytime he does it, it gets more and more endearing. Could a pirate really be endearing? Apparently.
"Hello, Jack." I got out before holding my breathe again. His scent was too much.
"Love, you have the strangest of eyes. They're bonkers." He said, his face looking confused.
"What?" I said, holding my breath again.
"They change color, it's stange." He mumbled looking for something. His arms flailing around as he spun around. I smiled at him.
"Aye." I said, not really knowing what to say to that. Suddenly he stopped and tuned to me.
"Have you seen Jack?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow.
"You're Jack. Aren't you?" I've had some trust issues in issues in the past, Jack is just a...a distraction. I don't really want to get attached. After all, he is human. He has ti die sometime.
"Of course, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He said proudly, standing tall with his hands on his hips, his head held high. I giggled at him.
"Then what are you talking about?" I asked, making the mistake to breathe. Immediately I smelt the delicious scent of his blood pumping through his veins. I hissed unvolintarily.
The scent was overpowering, it was like nothing I had eve smelt before. It was the sweetest smell there could be.
I vaguely noticed his confused expression as I slowly stood up. The monster inside of me wining over the leftover human in me.
I could feel the venom fillling my mouth, and I hissed again. His eyebrows scrunched up and I smiled wickedly at him.
I grabbed his face lightly, not wanting to kill him just yet. I gently kissed his lips as another hiss escaped my lips from being so close to his veins. The blood pumping though them was flowing faster now as his heart was beating faster now. I kissed his jaw them kissed right over the large vein in his neck. I growled now.
Then I bit down, I heard his yell of surprise and smiled as I drank his blood. My eyes fluttered closed. If I knew any one humans blood could tase so heavenly, I would have gone searching for it hundreds of years ago.
"Love. Love! Lucy! What the HELL are you doing!?" He yelled, panic covered every word. Suddenly I realized what I was doing and foced myself to back away from him.
My face changed from one of pleasure to one of pure horror in a matter of milliseconds. I cannot believe what I had just done!
"Jack...I..I..-" I couldn't form a coherent sentence. He was holding a hand to his neck and pulled it back to see it covered in blood.
"Wha...What are you, Lucy!" He asked horrified.
"A monster." I said before my anger flared. How could I be so careless! Now I either have to kill him or he is a monster forever. I didn't want to damn him to this life. I couldn't. Oh, BUGGER!!
"AAH!!" I yelled in outrage as the floor around him burst into flames. Zeus, not again!
"Holy mother of God!" He yelled as he tried to keep away from the fire. I walked up to him, through the fire (it wouldn't hurt me). He looked actually scared of me as he tried to back away.
"I'm sorry, Jack." I said, my face contorted into a mask of pain. I walked back to him and snapped his neck, then drinking his blood until not even a drop was left.
I truly was a monster, I thought as I stealthily slipped from the room and to the deck.
Suddenly I heard someone yell: "Jack! Oh my God."
It sounded like Cogney.
Oh shit.
I quickly made a perfect dive into the water and swam away.
"Lucy Fysher is a murderer! She killed our Captain!" I head them yell as I quickly swam away at a speed no human could recognize.
*F*O*R*S*P*A*R*T*A*
I swam for days at a speed so fast, that no human or fish could even see me.
I swam to what I would think was Italy from the language the people on the beach were speaking. When I got near the shore I slowed down to a speed a human would be swimming.
As I walked on the beach, every eye within a fifty foot radius was on me. I guess if you saw a young girl swim to shore in men's pirate clothing you would be curious, too.
I walked into the city and walked for days at a human pace, never stopping. I didn't need the rest. I walked until I reached the border to France.
I knew Sapphira would be in France, so I walked until I reached Paris and wondered to the center of the city.
I walked around, asking random people if they had seen a beautiful girl named Marie Berry. Finally the God's decided to bless me with a bit of luck.
"Connaissez-vous une belle jeune fille nommee Marie Berry?" I asked kindly for the millionth time today, it seemed.
"Oh! Vous savez Marie Berry? Une belle jeune fille. Si vous êtes deux sœurs? Vous avez tous deux ont les yeux bizarres rouge. Mais captivant, non?" The stranger said. French people can be very talkative.(Translation: Oh! You know Marie Berry? A beautiful young girl. Are you two sisters? You both have the odd red eyes. But captivating, no?)
"Oui, nous sommes sœurs. Savez-vous où elle est?" I asked, once again trying to be polite even though I felt like setting something on fire.(Translation: Yes, we are sisters. Do you know where she is?)
"Oui, elle vit maintenant dans un bâtiment appelé Publiée Jacquotte's / Logement.." He said, smiling at me. (Translation: Yes, she lives now in a building called Jacquotte's Pub/Housing.)
"Merci, au revoir!" I shouted over my shoulder as I ran at a human pace to the building. I knew exactly where it was, as it was where I lived when I lived here. Jacquotte let you live above her pub for free. Pierre was a real character. Jacquotte was Pierre, the owners, wife. (Translation: Thanks, goodbye!)
I ran all the way to Jacquotte's, and once I got there I nearly ripped the door off.
"Oy! Pierre, Marguerite est de retour! Que fais-tu ici, ma douce?" Ah, Jacquotte, always so sweet. I almost thought that perhaps she had me confused for somebody else, but then I remembered, three weeks ago I was Marguerite Ambroise. (Translation: Oy! Pierre, Marguerite is back! What are you doing here, my sweet?)
"Ma sœur, Sapph-- je veux dire la vie Marie-dessus de la pub. Mai-je aller voir?" I asked, politely, almost calling Sapphira by her real name. (Translation: My sister, Sapph-- I mean Marie lives above the pub. May I go see her?)
"Bien sûr vous pouvez, mon chéri! Tourner à droite sur place, elle devrait être là-haut." She said, smiling widely at me. I smiled back and ran as fast as I could without making them suspicious. (Translation: Of course you can, darling! Go right on up, she should be up there.)
Once I got the old wooden stairs, I burst open the door. She stood up and turned around, a shocked expression on her face. I ranto her as fast as I could and tackled her in a giant bear hug.
"I am so stupid! I hate myself!" I heaved dry sobs onto her shoulder. She just stood there and rubbed my back, telling me everything was going to be okay.
Once I calmed down enough for her to let me go, she held me at arms length and finally asked me.
"What's wrong?" She asked me. Her big red eyes looking into my own.
"I killed him. I can't believe I did that!" I tried to hold back the urge to set something on fire, but a small flame started on her nightstand.
"Athanasia..." She warned.
Hephaestus, God of Fire and Forge, put the fire out.
Nothing happened. I sighed.
Please? I begged.
Immediately, the fire went away. I would have giggled had I not just killed a man I could have potentially loved.
Loved?
Uggh, it was worse than I thought.
"So tell me! What happened, mon chéri!" She begged, holding my hands. Suddenly, her face went blank, and I knew she was looking into the future so I wouldn't have to retell me awful tale.
She gasped.
"Oh, Athanasia! You loved him!?" She asked, hopping up and down. She suddenly stopped. "Oh...You loved him. I'm so sorry."
I sniffled.
"I didn't love him. Not yet anyway. I only knew him for two weeks! He was just a distraction, more like a friend." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Yes, a friend that you just so happened to kiss...three times." She said, a grin forming on her face. She let it fall.
"Mon chéri, I'm sorry. It was probably for the better. Think of it this way, if you had fallen in love with him, you have had to tell him our secret! Then, he would either be damned to this life, or killed." She said, shrugging.
"You're right." I said glumly.
She sat down next to me and put her arm over my shoulder.
"Don't worry, kid. You have eternity to forget." She smiled and I laughed. Eternity is a long time.
Hiii! thanks for reading chapter nine! it loved you!lol
this should be the end of the pirate life for Athanasia. ONE QUESTION!!!! what is a good nickname for athanasia and sapphira! cuz they both have really long names and they should have nicknames.
3 lissa!
