Chapter 10 - Crazy?

Bianca's POV

Bianca was not having a good week, in fact she was having one of the worst weeks of her life, only trumped by the time they had to pack up and move to the shit hole that was the underworld for fear of the people who currently had them imprisoned in dungeons.

She had been locked in this two by three metre cell for the past four days and she could swear she was going crazy. That or they were putting something in the tasteless porridge she got twice a day.

The guards had dragged her and Katrina down here after the Lord Wyatt had given the order and stripped naked and inspected everywhere for any hidden weapons or poisons they may be concealing. When she said everywhere she meant everywhere, she had had her hair pulled back so she had to open her mouth and had dirty finger probe half way down her throat the she was bent over a concrete table and had the same fingers go up the other end and they didn't do it gently. She couldn't stand up straight when they had finished their internal probing. The two cousins were then given a pair of bright orange tight shorts and a crop top to put on, clearly not wanting to give them anywhere to hide anything. When they were dressed shackles were put around their ankles with a foot chain between the cuffs. She felt her magic fade away as the cuffs closed shut. He wrist were also cuffed in front of her with a 10cm chain so she could barely do anything, she had just enough movement to eat and go to the toilet. Once her chains had been triple checked she had been marched away from her cousin and put in here, she hadn't seen Katrina since.

Locked in the stark white cell where the lights never went off, all she could do was think. What is going to happen to her? Is she going to die? Why isn't she dead already? She did just try and kill the Anointed Prince, as far as she knew that should have had her killed on the spot? And what was with the prince anyway? Drogen was right, the whole new set of memories had done a whammy on his brain, he really couldn't tell a friend from an enemy. She didn't understand, the guy could fight and the way his muscle flexed... Bianca, get back on topic. He had he beaten within the first minute of their fight, he could have punched her in the stomach, broken her arm, snapped her neck even but each time he got too much dominance in the fight he just pulled back and let her take the offensive again. It was not like he was even enjoying it, playing with her, he seemed so worried, not for himself but ... but for her if that even made any sense. And ... and the kiss, that incredible, mind blowingly amazing kiss, the way his lips moves, his skin, it was so ... seriously Bianca, when he gets his head straight he is going to order your death without even blinking. But why had he kissed her? Was he horny, surely there were hundreds if not thousands of girls that would happily go willingly to his bed, he was one of the hottest men alive. Geez, Bianca, what is with you, girl, you do not swoon, especially over the most off limits guy in the whole world. Goddess what was going on? He had kissed her, the Anointed Prince had kissed her, and he had tried to defend her he had asked his brother not to sentence her to death. The look on his face, in his eyes, she didn't know what it was, she could see the desperation, the sadness, the uncomfortableness he had when sitting on the throne, but there was something else, something Bianca had never had the chance to experience, something people called love.

No matter how hard she tried she couldn't answer any of the questions that were plaguing her mind, like why on earth was she so attracted to him, he was her hit, nothing more.

That night Bianca woke from her fitful sleep screaming, blinded momentarily by the bright white room. She had never has such a horrific nightmare.

She stood looking out at San Francisco but it looked like it had been hit by a bomb, in truth the demons had run rampant on the surface and set buildings on fire, murdered and raped thousands of people and taken thousand more as slaves. A tear ran down her face as she heard footsteps approach her, she knew who it was, knew he would not hurt her, that he would protect her, even give his life to do so. It was Chris, he was dress in a black ripped tee-shirt and falling apart jeans. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, as they watched a group of newly captures slaves be stripped naked and sorted into those for work and those for pleasure. She pitied them all but especially the young, fit, beautiful men and women that were chosen for pleasure. Chris gently stroked her hair, "We will win," he whispered into her ear, "somehow, we will defeat him, somehow we will fix this."

She turned around to face him, "How Chris? You know how powerful he is, and with the sword! There will come a time when even you won't be able to protect us from him."

"No, I won't let that happen, I promised I would protect all those who came to the Resistance and I will do that, with my life if it is necessary."

"That's what I am scared of, what will happen to us if he does get you, what will happen to use when you are gone. Our lives depend on you staying alive, even if it means some of us have to die, even if it means I have to die."

He held her head between his two large hands, "Don't say that, I will never let anything happen to you."

"Even if it is a choice between me and a thousand other people, Chris? No Chris!"

"You're my other half Bianca." She could have sworn she heard him whine the words.

"And the rest of the world is more important."

They stood there is silence, watching as the sorting continued. She could see that Chris wanted to go and help them but these were humans that hated all magic, who had rejected Chris's offer of protection. She held his had tightly, interfering would only get them hurt. Of the hundred and fifty people that were down there twelve had been selected for pleasure. She watched the look of horror as the demon set fire to the pile of clothes and handed out what looked like sacks to the work slaves for them to wear. The twelve newly selected pleasure slave, Kishra they were called, knelt naked looking longingly at the demon who had been handing out the sacks, they hadn't been given them, the demon just smirked at them. They would never wear an ounce of clothing again, in fact once they got to the Kishra House more commonly known as the 'House of Pleasures' they would have a concoction of potions shoved down their throats, a concoction of potions that would take away all there free will, and their bodies would be at the disposal of their masters. The two remained staring, knowing there was nothing that they could do.

She did not understand the dream. The prince had been there standing beside her, holding her in his arms. And the look in his eyes, like she was the most important thing in the world to him. She had never dreamt like this, had fantasy dreams about men, though could this really be a fantasy dream, the apocalyptic setting wasn't the most romantic thing she was sure her subconscious could create.

One dream she could put up to being a coincidence but as others followed just as dark, just as morbid, it was no longer a coincidence, she must be going crazy. When she started getting these 'visions' while she was awake it confirmed it for her. She was not meant to be cooped up like this and now she was losing her mind.

Of course she wasn't losing her mind at all, but she didn't know about her soul mate, didn't know that she now possessed parts of the prince's soul in her heart. Pieces of soul that were unlocking her memories of the other lifetime.

It wasn't until a week later she was finally dragged from her cell back to the cement table that she understood it all, that she realised she wasn't going crazy. The Anointed Prince stood there, that look in his eye, the way he had looked at her in her dream, it was real. She understood; they weren't dreams; they were memories, memories of the other world the bad world that the prince saved them from.

"Bianca...?" He started, not knowing what to say, he didn't know that she now remembered, but he seemed to recognise something in her, perhaps a look in her own eyes.

"Chris?" She asked, the other Bianca's memories taking hold, "Is it really you?" She felt herself laugh as he gave a weak smile in answer of her question. She was trapped in the emotions of her other self, momentarily forgetting herself from this time, "Look at you, you're the prince!"