Okay the term is over and in celebration I will be putting up some more chapters im going to be working on my more current fics like my POTC ones and Star Wars but I will keep this one updated as well...i might be adding a few more fics as well

evilspower thank you for your requesting me to update it really boosted my confidence for this story and to my other reviewers i love your reviews and if the grammar and spelling isnt the best i did edit it some so i dont know how much my program picked up but yeah anywho enjoy

CHAPTER TEN: UNKOWN TO KNOWN FEAR

One month had passed since her secret had been discovered with frequent visits each day from the Shade, and the following day was when she would turn sixteen. To herself she always called him the Shade and not by his name because it described him as a thing and not a someone. She visibly showed that she loathed him and even told him so only to receive an evil pleased grin.

Whenever he visited her he had commanded her to use his name and if she didn't she would be punished. Once or twice maybe even three times she had refused to and received painful mind jabs that gave her a headache. She had started having conversations with the guards outside her door, finding out what information she could glean from them.

She actually enjoyed their company in her depressing state even though she longed for Vrael, Brom, and most of all Eragon. She had been secretly working on a song that was carefree and rid of anything depressing. It helped her lift the sorrow she was feeling but whenever she stopped writing she was always as depressed as before. She still didn't have her sword back which made her all the more mad.

At the present time she was talking to the guard by the name of Morn. He had come in a couple of times to visit, but at the present time he was outside her door. He had short blondish brownish hair that framed his face and set off his ice blue eyes.

He wished that he could help her escape but both of them knew that if they tried to escape, Durza would hunt them down, kill Morn for treachery and punish Essora severely. Morn wanted to be free of the empire but he could not withdraw from the guard. They had made many schemes but they never attempted any of them because they knew the consequences.

They wrapped their conversation up and Morn went off to get himself some dinner and she waited for Durza's early evening visit that lasted into the late evening. But he never came, which was a relief to Essora. She never enjoyed the long sessions. He always pried into her past and sitting there in silence as she readied herself for bed.

In fact he sent her a message telling her he wasn't visiting tonight. She communicated this to one of the servants who communicated it to Morn who unknown to her was secretly in love with her.

It was around the eighth hour of the evening Essora was getting into bed wearing a very pretty night gown that complemented her features perfectly, or it was more she complemented the night gown, when the door opened and Morn walked in leaving the door half opened.

He stood there with a strange look in his eyes. It appeared to be a different Morn than the one she knew. She looked at him feeling vulnerable and for the first time she feared her friend, but it wasn't the same fear she had when around Durza or even thinking about the stupid Shade.

No this was far different from that fear. This was a fear that had nothing to do with magic or mind games or mental harm; it was what harm could he do to her. She felt something rub against her mind but she hardly noticed because he had wrapped his arms around her and was kissing her passionately. She of course did not return anything.

He tossed her onto the bed and before anything else could happen his eyes were bulging and she heard a strange liquidly squashing noise. Then a few moments later he fell dead to the floor, yellowy ooze coming out of his right ear.

She stared in shock at the past few minutes to that very second. She felt like she was going to throw up her supper and she became dizzy. She looked for the person or thing that could have killed him without puncturing his skin. There standing in the doorway was the very some one that had sent her a message saying he wasn't going to see her that evening.

She moaned inwardly at her appearance and at what was going on. He had a cold steady look in his eyes as if accusing her of doing something but she held it unflinching and unblinking feeling the fear she was used to but loathed creep into her.

"I guess my suspicions were correct," he said striding into the room and closing the door so that it clicked shut and locked it.

"What suspicions?" she asked walking around to the farther side of her bed pulling her robe on all the while.

"Lets start with the message I sent you. I sent you the message telling you I would not come tonight. It obviously was communicated to that guard that you wanted him in here. And I know what for. Don't think that I can't see through acts," he said as he walked closer.

She gave him a disgusted look. "You know something, I don't, won't plan to give myself to anyone other than the one that I call husband someday and don't go making false accusations about something that you saw being forced upon me! I did not want him in here but I can't control who comes in and who go's out much less defend myself against stupid guards or you for that matter," she said walking right up to him and pressing her left index finger on his shoulder.

In one swift movement he had her left hand palm up in his right palm with a knife in his left. As he pressed the knife into her palm drawing a good stream of blood she tried to hold back a cry of pain but was unable. Then he walked behind her wrapped his right arm around her waist so she couldn't get away, cut his left hand until a good stream of blood was flowing and clasped his hand to hers, feeling something he never felt before as part of her flowed into him and part of him into her.

She of course had no idea what was happening all she knew was that a icey presence was flowing into her through the wound in her hand. When it hit her what was happening she started to struggle but he held her firmly and all she could do was try in vain.

She never gave up even though she knew it was useless, even if she did free herself it was too late. Because when something like this happens the Shade and whoever is the victim is have part of the other in them through their blood mixing together and the souls or spirits enter the other through the wounds in the hands.

One of the victim's eyes turns red like the Shades but the other one stays its original color, As long as the Shade lives that eye remains red but when it is destroyed it turns back to its original color. And the Shade knows were ever the victim is at all times, its like a tracking device but worse.

The fear that was unknown to her was clear to her now. She was forever to be bound to this Shade in life and in death. And it would be torment if she resisted him.

He squeezed her hand tightly; both hands were white due to the lack of blood. After he was sure the process was complete he relaxed his grip a little and put his mouth to her ear.

"Many happy returns on your birthday," he said gripping her waist tighter and sending a cold shiver up her spine.

She was so mad that she couldn't speak then she felt herself being turned around and his cold lips touching hers. Her mind was screaming for her to push away but her body was no longer obeying her, in fact he was controlling her movements and locking her will of her body into her mind and taking complete control of her but not becoming her.

He made her return the kiss, which made her mind hurl. Oh gross!!!! All I know is that when I escape I am not letting anyone kiss me unless I consent to it first. The next thing she remembered was Durza picking her up and setting her on her bed. Then all was a misty black fog.

is that a cliffy? im not sure but i had fun writing this chapter i had it in my mind for the longest time R&R please