She tapped her foot loudly while she waited in the darkness of the surrounding forest. Checking down at her watch, her dark hair swirled around her in the wind, she was growing aggravated by every little minute spent waiting. She didn't do favors often, but when someone of great caliber and strength asked for her help, she was more than willing to oblige. Now she felt taken advantage of. For someone to ask for aid and then fail to adhear to a time schedule was beyond belief.
A gust kicked up and her ebony colored hair went spinning around her as she pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head. The large green puff made her look like a marsh mellow in the middle of the woods where she was told to meet the woman she was serving. Her dark black eyes searched the lining of the trees and the pathways to which the woman might come. Her eyesight was crisp in the night as if everything and everyone was illuminated by the moonlight; she walked and paced. Each step, the chilling wind would bite through her jacket and send her small, slender frame into a shaking fit. Her large boots that clunked the on the ground as she walked and paced some more. Waiting, anxiously for the arrival of the person to come and tell her the next step in the plan.
"Ah, Nyx, I see you have arrived," Morrigan said as she swooped down from the air. Her massive black wings folded in behind her as she walked gracefully around her. Her flaming crimson hair fizzed around her small head and her beady green eyes were like daggers into Nyx's onyx.
"Well met, Morrigan," Nyx answered coldly.
"Did you see her?" Morrigan asked, circling her. Nyx could feel the gaze of her cold and calculating emerald eyes on her and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Yes, and the bitch almost killed me too!" Nyx spat as she growled at Morrigan and back on the memory of her too close to death situation. Lemons were fatal to her and most of her kind. Gods that is. Well, Nyx was a Goddess among many men, or at least many believed. She was the Goddess of the Night and Mother to the Gods of Sleep and Death. She was the perfect ally for Morrigan to have if she played her cards right.
"Surely an accident. I can see it in your face. You aren't truly mad at her. Just pissed off," Morrigan smiled as she stopped in front of Nyx and grabbed her chin with her long, sharp, raven like nails. "What did you learn?"
"She is quite the Seer. I tried blocking her, but her probes were too sharp. She did break in momentarily," Nyx explained, "But that's not to say I didn't penetrate her's either," Nyx grinned in triumph.
"Very good, and..." Morrigan gestured for Nyx to continue.
"She is a torn soul. Torn between her love, her lust, and her calling," Nyx said with a smile. "She will be easy to deceive and tear apart."
Morrigan grinned as her lips puckered in thought. "I may have to send you back then, you are-very capable of gathering information."
"I did as requested, you hold no sway over me. She stupid bitch almost killed me, I won't be going back," Nyx stood her ground.
Morrigan's eyes blazed orange as she screamed and pressed Nyx up against a tree, looking into Nyx's face which showed no fear. Nyx looked down at Morrigan and laughed as if it was some great game they were playing. Laughing harder as Morrigan knocked her head up against the tree several times before Nyx caught her arm and pushed her back with little to no effort.
"I knew you were strong, but not strong enough," Nyx teased as she just hung there, lifeless, as if Morrigan had already strangled the life from her.
"I am a Danu, Goddess to my people. Who are you? Just a lowly blood sucker," Morrigan said between ground teeth.
Nyx just laughed as she turned back to Morrigan, and in just a flash of a second, Nyx was up in front of Morrigan, looking her all over, "You mistake me. I will let this slide, this, demeaning and cruel slandering, but let me enlighten you, Danu, I am no blood sucker. I have no God. I am no ones servant, not even yours." Nyx's hand went to Morrigan's throat as she lifted the winged woman higher, "Do we understand one another?"
"Of course," Morrigan choked.
Nyx dropped the scowling woman to her feet as she brushed off her hands. Morrigan rubbed her throat where Nyx had held her, "Just what are you?"
"I am the personification of Night. I am the Mother of Sleep and Death. I am but a God to you, Danu. See, you're kind is nothing more than little Fairies without wings. I am the lord over you looking down from the heavens," Nyx explained as she circled Morrigan who's brows were creased in confusion. "See, Morrigan, I have watched you your whole life. I have seen what you were, how you were treated and how you treated others, and yet I still am here to help you."
Morrigan's confusion turned to excitement upon hearing that the Goddess Nyx, the Goddess of Night and Death would be helping her in her quest to end all. "And what do you want in return?"
"All I ask is that when the time comes, that you shall do me a favor as well," Nyx said as she stepped away from Morrigan.
A rustling in the woods caused both of the women to turn. Morrigan's wings spanned and Nyx shimmered into nothing as if she was invisible. You could see the faint outline of her slender frame as she walked stealthly through the wood. The crinkling got louder as someone approached. A man, tall and lean with plenty of muscles came forward with his hands up in the air as if surrendering.
"I come in peace," his voice rang as he approached the area that both of the women stood.
Nyx came into vision and held up her hand. The man stiffened at her precense. "What do you want here?"
"I come to speak with Morrigan," he said.
"Tristian," Morrigan said surprised as she tucked her wings back behind her, "quite a surprise from the last we met."
Tristian couldn't move and was frozen were he stood. Nyx looked over at Morrigan with a questioning look, "The Danu that was in your service?"
"Yes, the betrayer," Morrigan answered as she pulled a silver dagger from the long pocket nestled in her long flowing black dress.
"The one she is called to?" Nyx asked, still with her hand up, freezing Tristian with her power that started to glow from her.
"So it seems," Morrigan answered, walking towards Tristian.
Morrigan paced around him. Tristian looked uneasy as he was being eyed by the two women who were plotting, possibly against him at that moment. Nyx walked towards him and closed her hand into a fist. Tristian doubled over himself in agony though no scream escaped his throat. It was as if he was mute, he couldn't talk, couldn't scream, couldn't make any noise at all.
"And what do we do with him?" Nyx asked as her head tilted, looking upon the man that she had in her thrall.
"Let's see what he has to say. He wouldn't be foolish enough to come to me and wish to live," Morrigan answered as she placed a hand on Nyx's shoulder. "Let him up, but do not let him come closer."
Nyx opened her hand and held her palm upward, lifting her arm as Tristian's body rose, still moving without his will.
"Please, I come to aid you," Tristian pleaded.
"To aid me?" Morrigan laughed. "The last time you attempted to aid me, you sent that pesky vampyre to kill me, which didn't succeed as he had hoped."
"I lead him astray. I knew the dagger wouldn't kill you. I meant to distract him," Tristian continued.
"And yet you fled like a dog," Morrigan said.
"What do you want here?" Nyx interrupted. "Speak or I shall call upon my sons to aid you in speaking. They are ones you would wish never to meet."
"I came here because I could not fulfill my mission in deceiving the Seer. She threw me out and I came to ask for aid to get her back," Tristian pleaded. His feet were danging just inches from the ground, his arms stiff at his sides.
"You tried to deceive her how?" Morrigan asked curiously, her blazing red brow raised.
"She was falling in love with me. I knew it. I kept trying to implant setting into her mind of us. I was hoping to get the Vampyre's off her trail, but her bond is too strong with the blonde one."
"Her love," Nyx answered, her gaze catching Morrigan's.
Morrigan's brow raised even higher at the testimony. "Julius? Her love? So that makes Silas the one she lusts for."
"From what I gathered in her soul, a tall, blonde male is the one her heart truely belongs to, whether she admits it to herself or not, the dark haired one is just one that she is familiar with. She thinks she is in love with him, but really, her heart lies elsewhere." Nyx explained.
"And this one?" Morrigan asked, pointing to Tristian who looked on confused at the interchange.
"Her calling. He is the one that will bring her to us, the one that she is destined to be with." Nyx answered.
Morrigan nodded her head and scratched her chin, thinking hard. She paced back and forth in front of Tristian, her fingers scratching at her chin. "This could be very useful, if we are successful."
"The blonde one must be eliminated," Nyx said.
"Yes, that will be taken care of sooner than later," Morrigan answered, still pacing back and forth.
Tristian hung there, listening on as Morrigan and Nyx continued to plot. Their plan was to get Tristian back in the house with Anabelle. They had a plan that he did not know about to eliminate Julius, the blonde Vampyre that Anabelle was bonded to and to get rid of Silas all together. Once they had both Vampyre's out of the picture, then they would be able to proceed without interruption. According to Morrigan, Julius was now a human due to an attack from the Werewolves. Supposedly a bite from a Were could turn a Vampyre. Too bad he didn't know that earlier or he would have sided with the Were's a long time ago.
"I have connections with the Vampyre Council. They look to me as if a God. I can plant it in their heads to get rid of the dark one and the blonde one," Nyx continued to plot.
"Yes, I've heard that the new King and Queen and very ruthless, they would must likely want to get them out of the picture since they are the Originals and true heir's to their throne. Most likely a threat to them as well if they decided to take it back," Morrigan agreed. "Go to them and set the seed. I will make sure that Julius is taken care of."
Nyx nodded and then released Tristian from his hold. Just like he popped in and out of existence, Nyx disappeared. She didn't pop, she just shimmered and disappeared from view. Tristian felt the few inches from the air with a thud and was down on his hands and knees panting. "What is to become of me?"
"You, my dear, will do as told. If you decide to deter from your path again, I will kill you," Morrigan said as she grabbed his face in her hand and scratched the already marred skin on his face, licking her finger tips and savouring his taste.