Mwhahahahah! Vampires never come back from the dead, Isabella is the only
exception she was so pure she could.
Redaura: Calm yourself child there is nothing catastrophic here yet, you must learn the patience and learn to stop trusting me and start dissecting everything I say especially the way I say it.
JFL: Yeah well women are bitches aren't we?
Me: I am guessing that's Dolphin as baby is mentioned. You are so unhelpful sometimes. All will be explained in this chapter!
Leila: Oh cool, I will be and hope you like them though looking back I am very ashamed of my shameless plug. Yes Adelio does love her..
Shadow: Never cry for a bastard.
Kitty Maxwell: I think I see your reasoning however I do not 110% agree with it. You are really trying to make me fat! Well it won't work! Ha.
Practikal Magik: May I mention again you should never cry for a bastard which is definitely what Rad was? Cheer up chutney I can promise things will get better then worse.
Anatia: I killed Rad alright. Well let the nightmare continue----
Love for Eternity
Talitha's soul ached as she sat huddled up in the corner. A battle cry sounded to the left. Sharp footsteps fell hard on the floor making the impression of many men walking forward.
The ranks of the Fireborns and the Nicks drew up on either side of the court. The Vaciola was only in remnants to be seen as there leader lay destroyed on the floor.
The Tamara drew up facing East. Today the fight continued. One down, three to go. Isabella shuddered. Her son stood a foot or so infront of her, his glance exchanging with Adelio's who stood opposite.
"Give up." Adelio ordered. His voice full of power. He said it directly to the Nicks, who laughed and sneered.
"The Tamara are weak and small, I smell blood, yet you are telling me, son of Luthur to give up?" Rasped a small Hyena shifter.
"No, the Tamara are not weak. The Tamara have many allies." Adelio became distracted as sounds, unfamiliar with no fixed abode, came to the centre.
Upon the high roof appeared shadows of fighters, perched high upon them staring down onto the gathering below. Arrows to swords, even guns sat on theirs backs.
"The Fourth." The Fireborns whispered, a touch of awe in their voices. Adelio never glanced up as he continued to look at the hyena.
"Give up shifters. Now. OR die." The shifters looked up at the buildings then down at the Fireborns. Looking once at each other a cry went up and they charged to their deaths.
The Fireborns and the Tamara allies from long before the Vaciola tried to play fool, fought together as one. Nothing could split them as the fought taking out one after another of the shifters.
All the while on the rooftop the Fourth sat and waited. Their time was not yet.
Talitha looked on, her mind vague and fuzzy. A sharp pain hit her in the arm, but to her it was like a bee sting. Nothing was compared to the pain she was feeling.
By time the fighting ceased. Bodies were placed to the side and many fighters dropped their swords and fell back laughing happily, not noticing the sinister assassins sitting high on the rooftops smiling.
Dante picked Talitha up, cradling her against his chest as she shivered in pain and twitched with emotion.
Pulling the arrow out of her arm, a small splatter of blood and something purple fell onto the ground. He walked over with her to the centre. Adelio removed her from Dante's grasp and Dante looked on worriedly as she snuggled into his shivering and crying.
The sound of rushing air became dotted around the court yard as the Fourth dropped down onto the floor. Adelio's eyes, the burning red of eternal fire, met the eyes of Niocoli who stood out in the lines of the Tamara.
Behind him Li Guan Wu and a high shifter leader stood, all members of the Fourth. All heavily armed. The ashes of Rad still lay were it had fallen in the centre of the City of Blood. In the centre of the battlefield separating the two sides.
The Fireborns had won and did not want to lose their victory. They left sliding out the centre furtively. No one noticed and no one cared.
The Fourth fixed on the Tamara, the Tamara were scared. They had killed someone? What did the Fourth want with them? Huddling behind Adelio and Dante, they waited, scared beyond the realms of fear, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions which had kept them alive for a few hours, but at the hands of the Fourth death would be a relief.
"Boss." Niocoli said, breaking the silence as he bowed to Adelio.
"You are late." Adelio responded not breaking his no emotion face for a second.
"Small war in Paris sir, the troops wanted blood money."
"Wells provide water, humans provide Blood." Adelio and Niocoli's exchange became riddled with codes but no one but they understood.
"It is good to be back, my liege." Niocoli said moving forwards, so the whole of the Tamara jumped five foot in the air.
Red smiled his tiger smile and shook hands with his friend, balancing Isabella in his arms. "It's been annoying me my Lord, why on earth was Adelio your name in the Tamara?" Li Guan Wu asked while starting to mentally order his troops to the work of picking up the dead.
"That would be my fault," Dante replied lifting up Rad's eyelids and filling them with dirt from the ground. "I called him it as a code name, when messaging and several of the Tamara picked up on it and called him it when he arrived to help lead. Means father of Noble Prince. How is she?"
"Yes, I saw and arrow hit her, I took the marksmen out a second too late, I did not see where he was aiming. He is not dead though." A flinch passed through the Tamara at the thought of what was to happen to this soldier.
"You know, I had a friend who use to always say violence isn't the answer." Isabella commented looking directly at Red's face lovingly. "Then she met you."
Red raised his eyebrow. "Jamie was too much of a peace person. If there was no fighting and no war, people would commit suicide due to boredom, and banks throughout the world would collapse." Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know why anyone would think you are not perfect for each other." Dante quipped. "Dad take her home will you. She's seen a war, you know how women get after seeing wars."
"Horny." Replied a cheeky young Tamara boy. The instant he had said that Isabella closed her eyes and did all she could to ignore the feeling of many muscles working underneath her.
She felt Red walking away back towards the house. She never opened her eyes to the blood.
-*-
Silver looked down upon her brother. The realms of the spirits circled her. The fates web had once again been poisoned. Nothing was perfect and one glitch occurred every 10,000years. Many alterations were made to ensure that it would not happen again, but it did.
Silver had watched it happen over and over again. Twice. Now three times. Her brother had become a better person over 10,000years, Isabella had become a worse. They still did not meet.
Red was helping the common good for no apparent reason, yet he still ran the fourth and he was still killing. Isabella had in deed become worse, never before would she have been able to kill, yet she had a terrible pain for it. Her soul could not handle it.
The witches reign this was, the battle of that day had shown it, but after that? Would Red live another 10,000years? Would even he, the ultimate warrior live for 42,000years?
Would he want to? Just to be with her? They were so close to being able to survive together for eternity, yet they couldn't quite grasp it.
Isabella is good. Red is bad. Until one of them made the conscious decision to turn into the opposite of what they were, Isabella would keep dying.
Silver's eyes closed.
The City of Blood's reign had ended. Within weeks the city would be nothing more than a mass of earth and rubble. Isabella would not live to see the city gates fall... Silver was sure of it.
-*-
Isabella's mind was foggy. Her brain hurt incessantly and her soul was still crying. The, at first small bee-sting that had stung her, had grown into a giant throbbing pain down her entire left side of her body.
The poison had done it's work. Red could not save her from the fates. They made love under the stars twice, before she began to weak to feel.
He had looked after her. He hadn't disclosed her at first for he thought that the they might of killed her. Then he realised it would happen anyway.
There was a war in France. He had never liked the French especially as they had given him his surname.
Isabella knew that when she came back again, there would be no population of France. Nothing she could do would convince her love otherwise.
Dying again. It wasn't as scary as the first time. Even then she had known this was not the last time it would happen. Ah. White light shot through her body and she closed her eyes absorbing the light.
Time to go. Heaven was waiting. Heaven was more like hell with no Red. He was the thing that she waited for, he was her. Isabella could not have anything, be anything, fight for anything if Red, Adelio, was not her.
For the happiness that belonged to her and him in Eternity, anyone would wait forever.
Redaura: Calm yourself child there is nothing catastrophic here yet, you must learn the patience and learn to stop trusting me and start dissecting everything I say especially the way I say it.
JFL: Yeah well women are bitches aren't we?
Me: I am guessing that's Dolphin as baby is mentioned. You are so unhelpful sometimes. All will be explained in this chapter!
Leila: Oh cool, I will be and hope you like them though looking back I am very ashamed of my shameless plug. Yes Adelio does love her..
Shadow: Never cry for a bastard.
Kitty Maxwell: I think I see your reasoning however I do not 110% agree with it. You are really trying to make me fat! Well it won't work! Ha.
Practikal Magik: May I mention again you should never cry for a bastard which is definitely what Rad was? Cheer up chutney I can promise things will get better then worse.
Anatia: I killed Rad alright. Well let the nightmare continue----
Love for Eternity
Talitha's soul ached as she sat huddled up in the corner. A battle cry sounded to the left. Sharp footsteps fell hard on the floor making the impression of many men walking forward.
The ranks of the Fireborns and the Nicks drew up on either side of the court. The Vaciola was only in remnants to be seen as there leader lay destroyed on the floor.
The Tamara drew up facing East. Today the fight continued. One down, three to go. Isabella shuddered. Her son stood a foot or so infront of her, his glance exchanging with Adelio's who stood opposite.
"Give up." Adelio ordered. His voice full of power. He said it directly to the Nicks, who laughed and sneered.
"The Tamara are weak and small, I smell blood, yet you are telling me, son of Luthur to give up?" Rasped a small Hyena shifter.
"No, the Tamara are not weak. The Tamara have many allies." Adelio became distracted as sounds, unfamiliar with no fixed abode, came to the centre.
Upon the high roof appeared shadows of fighters, perched high upon them staring down onto the gathering below. Arrows to swords, even guns sat on theirs backs.
"The Fourth." The Fireborns whispered, a touch of awe in their voices. Adelio never glanced up as he continued to look at the hyena.
"Give up shifters. Now. OR die." The shifters looked up at the buildings then down at the Fireborns. Looking once at each other a cry went up and they charged to their deaths.
The Fireborns and the Tamara allies from long before the Vaciola tried to play fool, fought together as one. Nothing could split them as the fought taking out one after another of the shifters.
All the while on the rooftop the Fourth sat and waited. Their time was not yet.
Talitha looked on, her mind vague and fuzzy. A sharp pain hit her in the arm, but to her it was like a bee sting. Nothing was compared to the pain she was feeling.
By time the fighting ceased. Bodies were placed to the side and many fighters dropped their swords and fell back laughing happily, not noticing the sinister assassins sitting high on the rooftops smiling.
Dante picked Talitha up, cradling her against his chest as she shivered in pain and twitched with emotion.
Pulling the arrow out of her arm, a small splatter of blood and something purple fell onto the ground. He walked over with her to the centre. Adelio removed her from Dante's grasp and Dante looked on worriedly as she snuggled into his shivering and crying.
The sound of rushing air became dotted around the court yard as the Fourth dropped down onto the floor. Adelio's eyes, the burning red of eternal fire, met the eyes of Niocoli who stood out in the lines of the Tamara.
Behind him Li Guan Wu and a high shifter leader stood, all members of the Fourth. All heavily armed. The ashes of Rad still lay were it had fallen in the centre of the City of Blood. In the centre of the battlefield separating the two sides.
The Fireborns had won and did not want to lose their victory. They left sliding out the centre furtively. No one noticed and no one cared.
The Fourth fixed on the Tamara, the Tamara were scared. They had killed someone? What did the Fourth want with them? Huddling behind Adelio and Dante, they waited, scared beyond the realms of fear, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions which had kept them alive for a few hours, but at the hands of the Fourth death would be a relief.
"Boss." Niocoli said, breaking the silence as he bowed to Adelio.
"You are late." Adelio responded not breaking his no emotion face for a second.
"Small war in Paris sir, the troops wanted blood money."
"Wells provide water, humans provide Blood." Adelio and Niocoli's exchange became riddled with codes but no one but they understood.
"It is good to be back, my liege." Niocoli said moving forwards, so the whole of the Tamara jumped five foot in the air.
Red smiled his tiger smile and shook hands with his friend, balancing Isabella in his arms. "It's been annoying me my Lord, why on earth was Adelio your name in the Tamara?" Li Guan Wu asked while starting to mentally order his troops to the work of picking up the dead.
"That would be my fault," Dante replied lifting up Rad's eyelids and filling them with dirt from the ground. "I called him it as a code name, when messaging and several of the Tamara picked up on it and called him it when he arrived to help lead. Means father of Noble Prince. How is she?"
"Yes, I saw and arrow hit her, I took the marksmen out a second too late, I did not see where he was aiming. He is not dead though." A flinch passed through the Tamara at the thought of what was to happen to this soldier.
"You know, I had a friend who use to always say violence isn't the answer." Isabella commented looking directly at Red's face lovingly. "Then she met you."
Red raised his eyebrow. "Jamie was too much of a peace person. If there was no fighting and no war, people would commit suicide due to boredom, and banks throughout the world would collapse." Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know why anyone would think you are not perfect for each other." Dante quipped. "Dad take her home will you. She's seen a war, you know how women get after seeing wars."
"Horny." Replied a cheeky young Tamara boy. The instant he had said that Isabella closed her eyes and did all she could to ignore the feeling of many muscles working underneath her.
She felt Red walking away back towards the house. She never opened her eyes to the blood.
-*-
Silver looked down upon her brother. The realms of the spirits circled her. The fates web had once again been poisoned. Nothing was perfect and one glitch occurred every 10,000years. Many alterations were made to ensure that it would not happen again, but it did.
Silver had watched it happen over and over again. Twice. Now three times. Her brother had become a better person over 10,000years, Isabella had become a worse. They still did not meet.
Red was helping the common good for no apparent reason, yet he still ran the fourth and he was still killing. Isabella had in deed become worse, never before would she have been able to kill, yet she had a terrible pain for it. Her soul could not handle it.
The witches reign this was, the battle of that day had shown it, but after that? Would Red live another 10,000years? Would even he, the ultimate warrior live for 42,000years?
Would he want to? Just to be with her? They were so close to being able to survive together for eternity, yet they couldn't quite grasp it.
Isabella is good. Red is bad. Until one of them made the conscious decision to turn into the opposite of what they were, Isabella would keep dying.
Silver's eyes closed.
The City of Blood's reign had ended. Within weeks the city would be nothing more than a mass of earth and rubble. Isabella would not live to see the city gates fall... Silver was sure of it.
-*-
Isabella's mind was foggy. Her brain hurt incessantly and her soul was still crying. The, at first small bee-sting that had stung her, had grown into a giant throbbing pain down her entire left side of her body.
The poison had done it's work. Red could not save her from the fates. They made love under the stars twice, before she began to weak to feel.
He had looked after her. He hadn't disclosed her at first for he thought that the they might of killed her. Then he realised it would happen anyway.
There was a war in France. He had never liked the French especially as they had given him his surname.
Isabella knew that when she came back again, there would be no population of France. Nothing she could do would convince her love otherwise.
Dying again. It wasn't as scary as the first time. Even then she had known this was not the last time it would happen. Ah. White light shot through her body and she closed her eyes absorbing the light.
Time to go. Heaven was waiting. Heaven was more like hell with no Red. He was the thing that she waited for, he was her. Isabella could not have anything, be anything, fight for anything if Red, Adelio, was not her.
For the happiness that belonged to her and him in Eternity, anyone would wait forever.