The Rainy Day Trip
Part XIII
By Saphron (my name's so pretttttty!)
A/N: Very short chapter, came on impulse, changes my story, again…I keep doing this, all my original plans… they feel so neglected. Anyhow, it's short but good I think, a fun little chapter, read on! Sorry for the wait.
Negation (ie: disclaimer, not a perfect cinnamon but oh well, means to cancel/veto or something like that.) I negate all my claims of Tamora Pierce's fabulous characters. I only own Sam, Michael, and Vlasmear, which isn't much. ::Vlasy growls at me and I ignore him:: So don't sue! I don't have any money; all of it goes towards books. And there is no way in hell anyone lays a finger on my books, which you wouldn't want anyway cause they're all ripped and torn from all the times I've reread them, but anyhow, you can't have them and that's all I own. So go litigate someone else actually worthy of being bothered and hassled by you lawyers who like to sue students who only have books. Ok, I'm done chastising law-people now, which aren't all bad, only the ones who would consider suing me. Now I'm rambling…All lawyers' fault, grr, so on with the story before I overexcite myself again and fall off my chair. Which isn't fun, stupid fragile tailbone…::grumbles::
Jorren lay awake, hands rested behind head, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't drunken any wine, like Kel and Cleon, because they had been deemed too young. As he was counting the little dots he wondered, what was this Vlas guy up to? No good, that's for sure. He was evil through and through, but no one else seemed to share this opinion besides him. Of course, he was naturally suspicious and untrusting by nature, you had to be when you had the kind of childhood he had lived through, which wasn't exactly what you'd call happy.
His past had made him resentful and critical of everything, and naturally defensive as well. But that wasn't the point, the point was that he suspected that Vlasmear wasn't exactly all he was cracked up to be.
But of course I can't do a thing, he thought bitterly to himself. Sleep wasn't coming and it wasn't going to. He may not have been a genius but he could tell that it was no good to lie in bed and brood.
He got up and shrugged on a tunic and some breeches, he might as well do something productive, like practice staff fighting. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was pretty pathetic with a staff. Or better yet he could go spy on Kel while she slept; sometimes he just liked to watch her as she lay at peace.
He stumbled out the room and down the hall, bumping into miscellaneous statues and gods-know-what-else. He couldn't remember which room was Kel's, thirteen? Fifteen maybe? He was about to give up his futile search when he heard a noise coming from not to far away.
He was very good at spying, him being so writhe and in body and sly in character, so he found himself following the noise and eavesdropping on its speaker.
"Yes, that's right-the wine…poison…everyone drank, except for the children…they're young, can't do anything to stop me…" He recognized that oily voice-Vlasmear. dun dun dun dun
"It's perfect…blood sacrifices…exactly what I need…controlling my beasties is hard work…I needed some fresh blood for the potion…" Once again, he was no genius but he could tell that things were not looking good…he inched forward a bit so he could hear better,
"No, they're not dead, yet…soon, the wine…enough time…unfortunately it won't take effect for another 24 to 48 hours, but when it does…it destroys their sense of reality…disillusionment, in other words…they won't remember why they're here…they'll be at my total command, I can easily control and manipulate them…"
This was so bad it wasn't even funny.
"There's no way I can stopped, the only way that they an regain their senses is to swallow the-," This was vital that he hear, "nox noctis-umbra venenum, which is the only antidote…and we all know that nigh-high impossible…::evil laughter:: As for the children…" He inched closer, nearly knocking over a porcelain vase, "he suspects me, I know he does. He must be gotten rid of…"
The voice died down to a whisper and as hard as he could Joren could no longer hear a thing. Shit, he swore in his mind, what in the hell I'm I gunna do?!?!?!
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~*Saphron*~
A/N: Cliffy? Hee-hee, kinda I guess. ::Sighs:: I've changed my initial plan (again!) I just thought of the poison thing literally fifteen minutes ago! And him ebing captured too, originally it was…well never-mind, I think I'm just gunna burn all my plans in the fireplace and just go on impulse next time ::grumbles:: and when will be 'next time'? You ask, and I answer, u guys get to decide! Don't you feel special? I'm not trying to be a meanie, yes I am but I'm telling you right now that chances are part fourteen (written IVX, right? I dunno roman numerals all that well-help pleez) will be out a lot quicker if…you guessed it, I get some reviews! ::gasp:: what an impossible demand! How can it ever be fulfilled? I know, I know, I expect soooo much out of you guys, don't I! Just like Lord Wyldon. ::grins:: I'm such a meanie-Ok, nuff said. ;)
A/A/N: Note to all those Latin-speaking peeps out there, anyone know what 'nox noctris umbra means'? Woo-hoo, it actually has meaning. Not really, I just like the English equivalent a lot so I translated it into Latin (actually my faithful dictionary did it for me but don't tell pleez) cause it sounds like an antidote potion kinda. For those of you (like me) that couldn't read Latin if their life depended on it. It translates ruffly to (I defied basic grammar laws I'm sure but oh well, this is Latin the *Saphron way*, "night-shade potion." Now, on with reviewing, *pleez.*