"Here's your drink." The waitress whispered, leaning over as far into
Mikhail's lap as she could, allowing one of her excessively large breast to
fall out of her loosely fastened bodice. She giggled, and massaged her
breast while leaning over him and stuffed it back into her gown. Storm
rolled her eyes and pulled out her dagger, stabbing it into an apple in the
bowl right next to the maid's chest. "Oh!" The girl huffed and turned away,
shaking her butt as she went.
"That was evil!" Loya laughed, falling out of her chair in a fit of laugher. "I can't believe you just did that!"
"Well then she shouldn't be shoving herself into our Misha's face, now should she?" Storm asked, taking a bite out of the apple, still impaled on her blade. "Although I'm sure that Misha wouldn't mind a romp in the hay with someone other than boring ol' me."
"I don't know about that, now." He answered, running his hand across Storm's leg, showing her that he still loved her, even though she didn't love him as more than a friend. "You know exactly how I feel about you, Storm. I'm just waiting for you." Storm sighed, looking into his beautiful emerald eyes.
"Misha, you know how I feel about love. It's absolutely useless. Besides, I'm not gonna be like my mother and fall in love with an ass and end up dead." Storm said. "Besides, love hurts." She whispered, remembering Nikolai and his broken promises.
~~~~~
"Nikolai!" Storm giggled, running across the meadow, knowing her love was just over the hill. "Niko!"
"My love!" H yelled, catching her and taking her into his arms. He placed kisses down her cheek and throat, laying her back into the deep, fragrant grasses. "I love you so much." He whispered, trailing his fingers down her chest, between her budding breasts. His fingers stopped at the laces to her bodice. She took a deep breath as he pulled at the strings.
"I love you too." The twelve-year-old girl whispered, knowing and fearing that he may be disappointed in what her would find under the thin cloth. "I'm scared."
"Of what?" He asked, slipping the gown off of the young girl.
"Of your love." She answered. "I don't want to do this!" She cried suddenly as he stripped himself of his own clothes. "I don't want to do this!" He pinned her arms to her side.
"You've lead me this far, you wench! You'll finish this!" He snarled, using his longer and more muscular arms to pin her down. She didn't know what to do against the boy, who was 15. All she did was cry as he violated her, and raped her, stealing her virginity from her.
~~~~~
Storm blinked back tears, trying so hard to forget the memories. She really had loved Nikolai, only she was so afraid of what it meant to couple with him. He had hurt her so much that day. Afterwards, he disappeared and she never saw him again, but if she did, she would know him right away. It was hard to miss the long scar he had across his face, from a fight.
"I'm sorry." Mikhail hugged her, silently begging for her forgiveness. "I didn't mean to."
"It's alright, Misha. I know you didn't mean to." She whispered, choking back more sobs. Suddenly she sat up straight, with the hardened look in her eyes. She refused to let him haunt her anymore.
She was Storm DeLegaris. No one would hold anything over her, the most feared person in the world. Hell! Weren't Tortall and Scandra fighting over her in their war? Who wouldn't want Storm DeLegaris on their side, when she and her bandits could kill off and entire regiment before anyone knew any better? She would do Critic DeLegaris proud and not spoil the DeLegaris line!
"That was evil!" Loya laughed, falling out of her chair in a fit of laugher. "I can't believe you just did that!"
"Well then she shouldn't be shoving herself into our Misha's face, now should she?" Storm asked, taking a bite out of the apple, still impaled on her blade. "Although I'm sure that Misha wouldn't mind a romp in the hay with someone other than boring ol' me."
"I don't know about that, now." He answered, running his hand across Storm's leg, showing her that he still loved her, even though she didn't love him as more than a friend. "You know exactly how I feel about you, Storm. I'm just waiting for you." Storm sighed, looking into his beautiful emerald eyes.
"Misha, you know how I feel about love. It's absolutely useless. Besides, I'm not gonna be like my mother and fall in love with an ass and end up dead." Storm said. "Besides, love hurts." She whispered, remembering Nikolai and his broken promises.
~~~~~
"Nikolai!" Storm giggled, running across the meadow, knowing her love was just over the hill. "Niko!"
"My love!" H yelled, catching her and taking her into his arms. He placed kisses down her cheek and throat, laying her back into the deep, fragrant grasses. "I love you so much." He whispered, trailing his fingers down her chest, between her budding breasts. His fingers stopped at the laces to her bodice. She took a deep breath as he pulled at the strings.
"I love you too." The twelve-year-old girl whispered, knowing and fearing that he may be disappointed in what her would find under the thin cloth. "I'm scared."
"Of what?" He asked, slipping the gown off of the young girl.
"Of your love." She answered. "I don't want to do this!" She cried suddenly as he stripped himself of his own clothes. "I don't want to do this!" He pinned her arms to her side.
"You've lead me this far, you wench! You'll finish this!" He snarled, using his longer and more muscular arms to pin her down. She didn't know what to do against the boy, who was 15. All she did was cry as he violated her, and raped her, stealing her virginity from her.
~~~~~
Storm blinked back tears, trying so hard to forget the memories. She really had loved Nikolai, only she was so afraid of what it meant to couple with him. He had hurt her so much that day. Afterwards, he disappeared and she never saw him again, but if she did, she would know him right away. It was hard to miss the long scar he had across his face, from a fight.
"I'm sorry." Mikhail hugged her, silently begging for her forgiveness. "I didn't mean to."
"It's alright, Misha. I know you didn't mean to." She whispered, choking back more sobs. Suddenly she sat up straight, with the hardened look in her eyes. She refused to let him haunt her anymore.
She was Storm DeLegaris. No one would hold anything over her, the most feared person in the world. Hell! Weren't Tortall and Scandra fighting over her in their war? Who wouldn't want Storm DeLegaris on their side, when she and her bandits could kill off and entire regiment before anyone knew any better? She would do Critic DeLegaris proud and not spoil the DeLegaris line!
