Chapter 7 Escape and Rescue !
I sit at the dining table, lost in a world of my own. Absent-mindedly, I take a quister from the vase in the
centre of the table and study its delicate powder blue petals, inhaling its sweet, heady scent. Slowly I pluck
at each of the silky petals, murmuring softly, ' Phoenix loves me, Phoenix loves me not,' to myself. The
final one comes off on ' She loves me not,' and I sigh deeply gazing out the window onto the buildings of
Delta University.
Before, I heard of people talk about being love sick and thought what a ridiculous phrase it was. How could
being in love make you ill? But that was before, now I understand that hopeless feeling of weakness that
wraps itself around your heart and body whenever that special someone is near. That's how I've been
feeling ever since the newcomers' ball two weeks ago. Ever since that magical night on the terrace when
Phoenix asked me how I pictured my soul-mate I have been as helpless as a new born kitten. I never
dreamed she had started to have deeper feelings for me, I dared not hope it. But now I have discovered
there is a possibility she might love me too, my world has been turned upside down. On the one hand, I am
overjoyed and excited by the idea that Phoenix is the woman I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. I
find myself looking into jewellery shop windows at marriage pendants and doodling in my note book
designs for my bridal gown. In class, I find it impossible to concentrate on Ravenneck's teachings, often
gazing at Phoenix longingly, lost in daydreams of marrying her and whisking her away to the country
mansion where we can plan for a family of our own. But I am also terrified, I have never felt like this
before. Thoughts of love and marriage never entered my head and if they did I always saw them in the
distant future. I know it would not mean giving up my playboy lifestyle, in our culture it is perfectly
acceptable for people to have lovers when they are married. But becoming a husband? |I don't know that I
am ready for the responsibility of devoting my heart completely to Phoenix, protecting her no matter what.
I am barely responsible for myself yet alone a wife. There are times when I gaze at her and I long to
pronounce my love for her, but whenever I do my tongue feels as dry and unanimated as stone. I know it
sounds cowardly but I wish Phoenix would be the one to make the first move.
The door opens and my guardian Riff enters carrying my dinner. I can tell by his austere body language and
thunderous expression he is in even more of a foul mood than usual. He bangs my plate down in front of
me with such a force the food practically jumps off it. Drawing up the chair opposite mine he sits down
glaring at me with utter contempt . I pick at the roast chub-chub on my plate, pulling the white flesh from
the bone and wonder what I have done this time to upset him. ' Good day?' I ask, nibbling on a chunk of
ground apple. Riff's eyes flame and his thin lips form an angry pout.
' No. 'He states crossly ' I have not had a good day. I received a letter. '
I munch on the meat and gazes at him quizzically. ' Oh,' I state attempting to make polite conversation. '
From your sister? '
Riff shoot me a look that leaves me in know doubt I'm in deep trouble. ' It is from your tutor, Dr.
Ravenneck. Do you want to know what it says? '
I shrug and continue eating. Riff pulls out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, unfolds it and begins to
read . ' Dear Mr. Alucard, I am writing concerning your charge Prince Francis who is a member of my
class as I am concern about his behaviour in my lessons. Although he began this term enthusiastically and
eager to learn, it has come to my attention that over the last few weeks he has been steadily falling behind
the rest of the students. His written work is average to poor and very often unfinished. In class, he is
commonly listless and does not show the slightest bit of interest in the work. More often than not he spends
his time daydreaming, drawing in his exercise book or engaged in idol chit-chat with Phoenix Scarab, a
fellow student. I do not tolerate laziness in my students and if Prince Francis's behaviour does not improve
I will request his expulsion from the University.' He snaps the page shut and glares at me. I drop my eyes
and push my food around my plate. ' I have a lot of my mind at the moment.' I mutter defensively.
Riff throws down the letter and bangs his fist hard on the table. ' I've heard it before, ' he spits ' your
mother's heard it before, everyone's heard it before and this time it isn't going to wash. I'm not as stupid as
you think, I know what's stopping you study. That common little whore Phoenix has got your already over-
action sex drive going into hyper-speed! I don't know what perverse little games the two of you have been
playing but you are going to stop or I'm calling your mother!'
That does it! Rage burns inside me. How dare he!How dare he call the woman I adore such foul names.
What gives lowly servant like him the right to dismiss our precious relationship as just some sick sex
game? He doesn't know what's in my heart, how much I love her, how fearful I am about the River of
Nights Dreaming. I jump to my feet. ' Take that back!' I yell ' Leave Phoenix out of this! I may have been
falling behind in class but that's not her fault. She has enough to deal with without being criticised by
underlings like you !'
Riff stand up and approaches me, disdain glowing in his pale blue eyes. ' This underling brought you up.
This underling taught you everything you know. This underling saved your lazy pampered hide Rai knows
how many times. If it wasn't for me you would probably be dead by not. I fed up with giving it to you so
easily !'
I glare at him. What does he know? ' Easy!' I scoff ' You think my life is easy? Being expected to be the
perfect little prince, never being aloud to make mistakes? Always having to be cool and in control however
your hate and anger and fear is burn away your insides?; Red hot tears are burning in my eyes. ' You don't
know how lucky you are. Your sister is your soul mate, she's always been there, you have never been
alone. '
A sharp, stinging pain suddenly hits me across my right cheek. At first I am not sure what has happened
but then I realize. Riff slapped me, hard! He has never raise a finger to me before. I am shaken, more from
the shook of the attack than the hit itself. I gaze at him almost fearful. He is looking at me with such hatred
now I glance at the door realizing suddenly that Viker is on his daily brake.
' You spoilt, whining, little brat!' his voice is surprisingly quiet but in a way that makes it more
threatening., ' Do you want to know what I would do if you were my son? If I had a child as disgusting and
selfish as you I would send him to the space core. Eighteen months of daily marches, rocket maintenance
and ice cold showers would soon knock a cry baby like you into shape.' Riff is gripping me by the straps of
my corset now, his face so close to mine I can smell is fowl breath. ' But before I did that, I would give him
a spanking so hard, it would shake his teeth out!' My terror takes over. Instinctively, I pull away from Riff
shoving him hard. To my surprise he lets go of me without a battle and staggers backwards, tripping into an
armchair. In my fear and fury, it had slipped my mind that not only is Riff around 150 years old his
malformed spine makes him fairly unstable. If I had not been so shaken I would have been inclined to
strike out against my guardian. Instead I turn and flee into my bedroom, slamming the door and throwing
myself onto the bed sobbing violently .
I wake from a troubled and unrestful sleep to find the moons are already in the sky. My eyes are red and
dry from the tears of hate and frustration I have shed over Riff's outburst and I have a horrible churning in
my stomach that shows I'm still not complete over what has happened. I hate my guardian at this moment,
for so many things, mainly for insulting Phoenix. I raise a hand to my cheek, the redness caused by his
blow has disappeared but the shame of him daring to hit me still leaves it mark. The indignity of it! I am his
master, his prince for Rai's sake! How could he? I sit up, my body aches with frustration and tension and I
know to well that to satisfy my carnal appetite is the only way to relive it. I will not go to Phoenix to vent
this irritation, I respect her too much to wake her with such a trivial aggravation. Plus, if I was to visit her
she would want to know what happened and telling her would only fuel her dislike towards Riff, I do not
want to worry her further. Besides, my needs now are basically physical and a love nymph will satisfy this
itch. I make my way over to my dressing table and quickly reapply my make-up. I am still dressed so I pull
on my cape and my flat shin high leather boots. I glance towards the door, I am not going to attempt to
make my exit the conventional way. Viker is on guard and, after our augment no doubt Riff is also waiting.
My gaze falls upon the patio windows that lead onto my balcony, I grin. There is an old bilicola tree
growing just outside the window, this will make an easy escape route. Tucking my money purse into my
suspender belt, I unlock the doors and slip silently onto the veranda. Once outside, I breathe in the cool,
night air and begin to feel a little better. The branches of the tree stretch right up to the edge of the balcony
and steadying myself against the wall I slowly edge alongside the widest one. The bark is twisted and
craggy and as I tiptoe along I pride myself on the forethought not to wear heels. Thankfully bilicola trees
although bent and rough are very sturdy and the branch do not even creak under my weight. I reach the
huge truck and gripping it tightly with my legs, allow myself to slowly slide down. The coarse bark
scratches to inside if my legs pulling my stockings slightly. Not that I am bothered, in fact the harsh
sensational coupled with the danger of the whole situation makes me even more aroused ! It's been months
since I did this and I forgot how much fun it was. Eventually, I reach the ground and glaring around the
campus to make sure not one's watching me, I flit silently across the empty college and out the main gates,
ready for some cheap thrills.
The greenish glow of the street lamps illuminate the cobblestones and cast eerie shadows across the fronts
of the drinking holes and whores houses like unholy phantoms of love nymphs and thieves. From the inside
of these dens of sin bawdy laugher and drunken song echo out like the insane cackles of wild beasts. I
breathe in the unique smell of this part of Delta, a stagnant but exciting stench of alcohol and drug pipes. I
grin wickedly to myself, Tatlers Row by night, home of cheap and intoxicating liquor and even cheaper and
more intoxicating love nymphs. This is where the underlings go to pursue their most basic urges; sex,
drinking, street fighting. I come here often, or used to anyway before I was at university. It is not the most
appropriate location for the Prince Absolute to get his kicks but that is one of the things that brings me here,
the fact I know it's forbidden. It appeals to my rebellious streak, knowing this place is dirty and dangerous.
I can indulge myself in whatever pleasure of the flesh without anybody telling me it's unbefitting of a
prince. I needed to come here tonight, to forget about my problems, the fact I don't know how Phoenix
feels about me, the River of Nights Dreaming, Riff striking me. Sex has always been my private escape,
some men drink others gamble, this is the way I vent my frustration with life.
' Looking for someone? ' A sexy female voice makes me spin around and there she is. Her bleached blonde
hair hangs shaggily around her shoulders tied up in various uneven ponytails with cheap red ribbon. Her
make-up is thick and untidily applied, almost glowing blue eye shadow adorns her lids and her lips are
smeared with a slick of scarlet lipstick. I cast my gaze lustfully down her body. She is wearing a tacky red
and black corset and ripped fishnets. Despite her shabby attire she is young and attractive. Yes, she will
serve me very well for tonight.
Confidently, she swaggers up to me and places a hand on my shoulder in a way that shows despite her
formative years ( she can't be much older than myself ), she has done this many times before. ' Want some
fun?' she purrs seductively, running her fingers down the length of my arm. I notice that she is eyeing the
purse which hangs from my suspender belt, trying to figure how much money I have and how much I'm
willing to pay. I cock my eyebrow and take her hand downwards so it cups the leather pouch that dangles
directly in front of my sensitive area. She fingers both temptingly, ' I was looking for a pleasurable way to
relieve my bulging…… purse.' I murmur, breathing in her scent. Her perfume is strong and acidic so
unlike Phoenix's delicate scent, this woman is common and earthy I like it!
She pushes away my money pouch and firmly grasps me through my silk panties, stroking my balls
expertly. I let out a deep hungry groan and close my eyes. She continues to fondle me for a few more
seconds, just long enough to excite me, a free sample, if I want to be completely satisfied I will have to pay.
She abruptly takes her hands away and tosses back her straw-like hair, thrusting her bust forward. ' They
call me Kitten.' She purrs. ' Some say I'm the best love nymph in Tatlers Row but it'll cost you to find out.
' she casts her gaze down the length of my body, sizing my up. ' looking at you I would guess you're a
gentleman so I know you can afford me. I can, and will, do anything you desire at the right price.'
I grin to myself. Underlings are so uneducated. This naïve pauper doesn't even know I'm her prince! Still
what does it matter? ' Don't let the outfit fool you!' I chuckle ' But I do have 500 okindios in my purse. Is
there somewhere more private we can go to cement our arrangement? '
She turns her back on me and starts to head into an alleyway between the buildings she casts me a glance
over her shoulder. ' I have a small room back here ' she purrs, winking at me. ' And some toys, what are
you waiting for? '
She disappears into the gloom of the alley. Rubbing my hands eagerly I follow her, anticipating what kind
of kinky surprises she might have in store for me. The passage is narrow and unlike the main street is very
poorly lit. In fact once I am a few metres inside I can barely see anything, I peer into the near-blackness. '
Kitten,' I hiss ' where are you hiding, you saucy little minx!'
' You are very close to me, my lord.' Her sexy voice rings out through the dark. ' I'm getting ready for you.
I've taken off my corset and I'm slipping out of my knickers. Just a few more steps and I'm yours!'
Excitedly, I hurry forward. Suddenly, a muscular arm reaches out of the darkness grabbing me around the
chest and yanking me backwards towards one side of the alleyway. It clamps my arms so tightly to my
body I am unable to struggle. I attempt to scream but before the sound is even out of my lungs a huge,
rough hand gags my nose and mouth. In the distance, I hear the sound of feet running away and a woman
cackling. It is only then I realize it has been a trap.
Stupid, stupid me! I've heard about this scam a million times before. The love nymph lures an unsuspecting
noble into some nook where her accomplice is waiting to attack and rob him blind. Oh why did I come out
tonight? Why did my carnal appetites get the better of me? I am so scared. What if I'm not to be robbed?
What if my captor is a member of the River of Nights Dreaming? Am I about to die? I glance down and see
a glimmer of metal pressed to my throat. A knife !
' Don't scream, rich boy, or I'll slit your throat !' my captor sneers. His accent is vulgar and his breathe
stinks of tobacco and liquor. I look out of the corner of my eye to glimpse his face. It is not a pretty site. A
wide grin looms down at me filled with broken, yellow teeth except for the single gleaming gold one. His
short untidy beard is dirty and rough as it grazes my cheek. Demonic black eyes glint evilly at me. With the
dagger still pressed to my throat he removes his hand from my face and runs it greedily down my arm
feeling the material of my cape. I let out a tiny helpless sob, what does he want with me?
' Well, well, well. ' He taunts ' What pretty little thing has my kitten brought me tonight?'
I know if I'm to survive this ordeal I must not let fear get the better of me. I must keep calm and do what he
wants. ' Please,' I whisper ' don't hurt me. My purse is on my belt, take it and let me go, I beg of you.' The
blade is pressed further into the flesh of my neck grazing my skin.
' Not so fast friend !' I growls in my ear. ' This cape you are wearing is silk, which probably means you are
a man of court. I bet you are worth a great deal more than what's in your purse. Let's have a look at you.'
He moves the dagger so it is pressed hard against my cheek, forcing my to look at him. I hold my breath, if
he is a member of the River of Nights Dreaming and he does recognize me, I am dead for sure.
He stares at me for a few moments before throwing back his head and chuckling wickedly. ' Well, it is my
lucky night. ' he laughs. ' The Prince Absolute, what a catch ! I couldn't have wished for more.' His knife
caresses the side of my face, leaving small painful scratches. ' Such thick hair you have, it would sell at 10
okindios a lock in the market! And what fair, pale skin, almost like a child's, I have the inclination to use it
to make myself a pair of stockings from it!' He chuckles at my distress and fear.
Tears of panic and terror fill my eyes, I feel so feeble and small. How I wish I was safe in bed back in the
university with Viker to protect me. Why did I have to have that silly fight with Riff? My mouth dry, I
speak against, my voice so timid and quavering I hardly recognize it as my own, ' Are y-y-you a m-m-
member of the River of Nights Dreaming? ' I squeak.
My captor roars with mirth and grips me tighter with his tree-trunk-sized arm, his foul breath hits me
making me retch. The dagger is pressed back at my throat.
' If I were, you would've been dead on two seconds flat, my friend !' he growls. ' No, count yourself lucky
for that. I am but a simple thief. However I do know many members of the so-called rebel army, I drink
with them. You are as foolish as you are rich Furter, you shouldn't have come wandering in these parts.
People offer a pretty penny for your head round here. I think I'll fine a dirty little room to store my prize
then auction you off to the highest bidder. Who knows, it might even be someone willing to let you live!'
Cackling evilly, he puts the knife away and takes a chain from his belt and binds it tightly around my
wrists. The hard links dig into my skin and shutting my eyes tight I try and block out the horror of my
situation. I wait for my new 'master' to lead me away but out of nowhere a voice interrupts my sorrow.
' What do we have here, then? A wealthy slave and a common master? A interesting pair if I ever saw
one!'
Both myself and my captor turn to see the owner of the voice who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
She is a strange sight. From her costume of thigh length brown leather boots, leather bodice adorned with
metal breast plate and metal cuffs with sharp blades up the sides it is clear she is a street fighter; a warrior
who travels from place to place battling others for money. In her hand she carries a long, wooden staff,
almost as tall as her with a round metal sphere on the top, her weapon. But what's odd about her is that
around her head and face she wear a black shawl that hide her facial features completely.
The rogue who has hold of my arms sneers at her. ' There is nothing to interest you here!' he grunts,
shaking me as a warning to keep quiet. The stranger leans on her rod hand cocks her head to one side.
' I wouldn't say that,' she purrs thoughtfully, ' a great lug like you who obviously has the mental ability of
a swamp slug with the Prince of our planet bond and tied like an animal. I can hardly think you out witted
him, no doubt you had some appealing bit of fluff lure him from the street.' She reaches out to me with
here free hand, touching my chin with her fingertips almost tenderly, does she pity me? The brute behind
me jerks me out of reach.
' That's no business of yours! All you need to know is I'm going to turn this pampered puppy over to
whoever gives me the most for his hid! The River of Nights Dreaming will reward me greatness for him. '
he strokes my hair in a way that makes me shudder.
The street fighter takes a step backward and laughs slightly. ' Is that what you believe? ' she says slyly. '
They are folks of idealistic values but they have greater things in mind then paying you for a kindness. I
doubt they even have the money they promise you !They will just kill the prince and move on with the
plan.'
My captor knits his brows, trying to make sense of what she has said. It is clear he is all brute force and
very little brain. This street fighter seems very intelligent, I gaze at her pleading for help. ' What the
alternative?' he asks her finally.
The warrior takes a leather pouch from her belt and dangles it in front of his greedy eyes. ' I won the last
three battles I fought, my winnings are in this purse, they total 2000 okindios. I exchange them all for this
life here, keep his money as well if you wish.'
The thief snorts unimpressed and begins to turn his back on the warrior ' He is worth more than that to me.'
He scoffs. I am beginning to feel very undignified, talked and bartered over like a piece of meat. I am
tempted to say something but I am in not position to get on my high horse. ' Besides, what does the Prince
Absolute mean to a common street fighter like you? '
The hooded female, fingers her staff as if she is preparing to use it. Although her eyes are covered I can tell
she is staring at me. ' Let's just say I have my reasons.' She murmurs. Her voice has a kindness in it than
quite takes me by surprise, it is almost familiar. But then as suddenly as it had become soft, her tone
changes to a threatening one. ' My friend, I am a woman who won't take no for a answer. I want the Prince.
If I cannot buy him from you I will fight you for him!' She tucks her purse away and brandishes her
weapon in both hands. ' It is the law of the ghetto that when a street fighter challenges you, you must
accept or pay his price. Hand over your prisoner or fight me for him.'
My captor chuckles evilly and taking my chain ties it to a pipe on the wall of the alley, securing it tightly so
there is not chance of me escaping. From his belt he then draws a long, jagged sword, different from the
one he held to my throat, and approaches the street fighter. All I can do is watch in amazement. The thief is
a good foot taller and great deal heavier than the girl, he will surely smash her to bits. Why is she risking
her life for me? She definitely doesn't appear afraid of him. She stands, legs bent to give her better
stability, her staff held parallel across her body ready to attack.
The thief swings his sword in lazy, skilful circles in front of him laughing quietly, ' You are a fool, my
friend.' He sneers, ' I shall have the prince and your money in a few seconds.' With a swift sweep he bring
his blade down but the warrior deflects it with twist of her staff. The clash of their weapons echo through
the alley. Forcing her opponent's weapon to one side she attempts to deliver a blow to the side of his head
with the metal cap of her rod but he ducks and swipes his blade at the exposed flesh at the top of her boot.
The girl lets out a small cry as scarlet blood oozes across her pale skin but stands her ground. The thief
wheels his sword towards her legs once again but this time he's to slow. She agilely leaps to avoid the
blade had kicks her foot out booting her enemy hard in the face . He reels backwards towards me, holding
his nose with his free hand. Advantage of his vulnerable position, the street fighter charges at him with her
staff, pole-axing him in the stomach making him groan with pain. Quickly recovering from her attack, he
grabs at her staff, attempting to snatch it from her. He lifts in abruptly upwards hoping to loosen her grip
but she holds firm and sails nimbly over his head landing lightly behind him twisting her weapon from his
grip. Her cape becomes slightly dishevelled and out from the dark folds falls a lock of glistering auburn
hair. I blink in amazement, surely not? I am too frightened and disorientated by what is happening to think
straight. The thug spins to face her and stampedes snarling at her, sword raised ready to strike. She blocks
his weapon once again with her staff, but he grabs her arm with his free hand, spinning her so his arm is
around her throat. For a moment I think she is helpless but then with a almighty throw, she flicks him over
her back, smashing his skull against the hard cobbles. He lays there motionless, his breathing light. The
street fighter stands over him, gasping for breath, her ample bosom rising and falling beneath her breast
plate.
She turns her head towards me and approaches, her rod still gripped in her hand. I gaze at her, at the one
curl of hair poking from under her cowl, my heart beating like a drum. If I am right about her identity I am
save but all I thought I knew as will true be shaken, if I'm wrong, my ordeal has just begun. She stands
silent before me, with a sudden smooth gesture she raises her staff high above her head and bring it
crashing down onto the chains that bind my wrists smashing them to pieces, setting me free. I stand there in
shock for a moment, rubbing the sore red lines around my wrists. Then, slowly, almost as if I am dreaming,
I reach out and pull the thick black shawl from her face. It tumbles around her shoulders and Phoenix stares
at me her face burning with angry.
' Frankie, you're a fool. What was you thinking coming to a place like this?' Her voice is shaking with fury
and concern.
I gaze at her not know for a moment what to say. Finally, words form themselves on my lips. ' Phoenix,
why? How?'
She takes the cowl from her shoulders and wraps it around my head so my face can't be seen. ' There's no
time to explain now.' She murmurs, gazing at the motionless thief. ' He isn't going to be knocked out for
long and we don't want to be here when her wakes up. Keep the cape to your face, it's not a good idea to
let people see you're the prince, you were lucky once. Let's good. ' With that she takes my hand and we
dazes as fast as we can back to the safety of Delta University.
I sit silently on the bed in Phoenix's quarters, taking small sips of the fowl tasting herbal tea she has made
to help me relax. In the bathroom, I can hear her mixing up a dressing for the grazes on my neck, cheek and
wrists. I take another mouthful of the medicine and grimace, it isn't working I still feel as confused and
upset as ever. I am relieved that I escaped from the horrid situation I was thrown into a hour ago but
Phoenix's appearance as my rescuer has filled my mind with questions? I never thought it was possible for
someone as ladylike as Phoenix to street fight with such skill and strength. Does this mean my sweetheart is
in fact a warrior? Has she been lying to me all this time? And how did she know where I was? Was it just a
happy accident that she was there to rescue me? But most of all why did she risk her life like that? No mere
friend would do such a thing. Is this proof of her love for me? I tried to find out her motives as we made
our way home but for some reason see is furious with me and refused to speak.
Phoenix enters from the bathroom looking slightly calmer but still with a look of angry in her eyes. In her
hands she carries a bowl of antiseptic tonic and some soft white bandages. My gaze falls on her right thigh,
which is bandaged to cover the gash from where the thief wounded her. A knot of guilt tightens in my
stomach. My actions caused that wound, I should apologise but I doubt that she would accept it in this
mood. Without saying a word she sits beside me and begins to wash the graze on my throat with the tonic. I
wince as it stings the open flesh, she is not exactly being gentle.
' Where's that tender touch I enjoy so much?' I ask trying to lighten the atmosphere. Phoenix glares at me
and tapes a wad of cotton wool to the cut. ' You don't deserve tenderness !' she snaps, turning her attention
to bandaging my wrists. ' Honestly Frank, if I wasn't so relieved to see you safe I would kill you!What on
Transsexual was you doing in Tatlers Row at night?'
I raise my eyebrows in amazement. ' I would've thought you knew me well enough to guess !' I say
defensively. This seems to anger Phoenix even more as she pulls the bandages tightly around my wrist
causes it to dig in to my swollen skin. Is she jealous that I went looking for a love nymph and didn't come
to her? ' And,' I add, slightly cross myself ' If anyone should be asking questions it's me! What the hell
were you doing, wandering round the slums of Delta City dressed like a street fighter? Are you one? I
thought we didn't have secrets !'
Phoenix's eyes burn into me like to glowing emerald coals. ' Don't talk ridiculous!' she spits, obviously
wounded by what I said. ' Do you honestly think they would let a street fighter into Delta University? ' she
turns away from me and gazes at the white bed sheets. ' My father lived in Tatlers Row before he went to
Earth.' She mutters bitterly. ' I use to visit him. He taught me some street fighting moves so if anything
happened to me I could protect myself. My mother thought it was a good idea if I kept it up, especially
when he abandoned us, I was in a lot of danger. I had to be careful.' She directed the last sentence at me in
such a way it made me realize how careless I had been. She picked pieces of fluff from the pillow. ' The
costume was a 16th birthday present from my mother. There are rules when you mix in places like Tatlers
Row, one of them is you don't mess with anyone who looks like they fight for a living ! Dressing like that
keeps me safe. Another rule is you don't waltz around waving your money at any old love nymph,
advertising you're the Prince Absolute when there are people out to get you !'
She looks at me with a expression of such raw emotion it's hard to know whether she wants to slap me or
kiss me. I taking a deep breathe and stare at the stars shining out the window. She is right, I am a idiot. '
You're right, ' I murmur ' It was very dangerous. I just felt so frustrated with everything, I wanted to do
something reckless. The River of Nights Dreaming, college, everything was getting me down. Then Riff
and I had a stupid fight.' I raise my hand to the cheek he slapped, the sting of the memory smarting more
then the scrape of the thief's knife. I must show some of the pain I'm feeling on my face because when
Phoenix speaks again her voice has lost its bitterness. ' What did he do? ' she asks tenderly, moving closer
to me on the bed.
I shake my head and sigh woefully. ' Said the cruellest things, called me a brat and you, ' I lean into her
warmth being careful not the touch her wounded leg. ' I don't even want you to hear the names he used for
you. I was defending you when he slapped me here.' I bring her hand up to my cheek. She snuggles close
to my shoulder, all her anger ebbing away.
' He had no right, you know. ' she said but the bitterness in her voice wasn't aimed at me for once. ' I never
liked Riff, you should report him to your mother. It wouldn't surprise me if he was involved with the River
of Nights Dreaming.'
I laugh quietly to myself and stroke her hair. ' Riff doesn't have the brains to be involved with the River of
Nights Dreaming.' I say ' Tonight was just a stupid outburst, on both our parts. Reporting it would be a fuss
over nothing.' Phoenix sighs doubtfully standing up begins to clear away the first aid equipment. I stare at
her, the moonlight from the window reflecting off her glossy mane like a silver hallo. She looks tired and
drained but very beautiful. It's then I realize I still don't know how she found me tonight.
' Phoenix,' I say ' Why were you in Tatlers Row?'
She regards me with those huge green eyes, a look of slight guilt creasing her forehead. ' I was sitting by
my window studying when I saw you climb down the tree and run across campus. I figured Riff and Viker
didn't realize you were gone and knowing you're never exactly careful, I thought it best that I follow.' She
breathes deeply. ' I saw you follow that love nymph down the alleyway and hid in the shadows to make
sure you were okay. Lucky I did, ah? I didn't think you could handle a thief by yourself. ' she chuckles
slightly. I feel she already knows why I'm asking but won't admit it, then who am I to talk?
I gently reach for her arm. ' You could have been killed. You risked your life to save mine, not many
people would have done that. I doubt Caulos would. Why? '
Her face colours and she turns away seeming almost angry that I discovered her secret. There is an
awkward silence for a few seconds and then, with her back still turned down me, Phoenix answer. '
Because I care for you, Frankie. I care for you a lot.' Her voice is quiet, almost tense, is she scared that this
confession will make me back away? Doesn't she know it's what I've been longing to hear, that I'm more
than a mere friend or lover, that I've touched her heart? Is this a declaration of love? She stands there
nervously folding the bandages, still unable to mean my eye. ' You're the first man to treat me as an equal,
as a person not just a piece of scum .I am unable to describe how grateful I am for the friendship you have
shown me. You are truly a remarkable man,' a small smile teases her lips, ' so kind, sweet and gentle. I
don't know what I would do if something happened to you. Please try and understand I worry about you,
not because it's my duty like Riff or Viker, but because I,' She stops as if she has lost the words to describe
how she feels. I silently will her to say what I pray is in her heart, that she loves me. She puts the bandages
on the dressing table and turns to me, wringing her hands. ' You're just so special to me.' She murmurs
crossing over to the bed. I gaze into her eyes, she doesn't have to say a word I know how she feels.
Gently she pulls back the cotton sheets and I slip in between them. Almost maternally, she tucks the linen
around my frame and fluffs my pillow. ' Go to sleep now.' She whispers, climbing in beside me and
kissing my forehead. ' It's gone three and we have classes in the morning. ' I roll onto my side so her face
will be the last thing I see before dreams envelop me. Despite the horrendous events of this night I feel
safe and warm. A great peace falls upon my soul. A peace that comes from knowing the woman I adore is
beginning to fall in love with me.
I sit at the dining table, lost in a world of my own. Absent-mindedly, I take a quister from the vase in the
centre of the table and study its delicate powder blue petals, inhaling its sweet, heady scent. Slowly I pluck
at each of the silky petals, murmuring softly, ' Phoenix loves me, Phoenix loves me not,' to myself. The
final one comes off on ' She loves me not,' and I sigh deeply gazing out the window onto the buildings of
Delta University.
Before, I heard of people talk about being love sick and thought what a ridiculous phrase it was. How could
being in love make you ill? But that was before, now I understand that hopeless feeling of weakness that
wraps itself around your heart and body whenever that special someone is near. That's how I've been
feeling ever since the newcomers' ball two weeks ago. Ever since that magical night on the terrace when
Phoenix asked me how I pictured my soul-mate I have been as helpless as a new born kitten. I never
dreamed she had started to have deeper feelings for me, I dared not hope it. But now I have discovered
there is a possibility she might love me too, my world has been turned upside down. On the one hand, I am
overjoyed and excited by the idea that Phoenix is the woman I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. I
find myself looking into jewellery shop windows at marriage pendants and doodling in my note book
designs for my bridal gown. In class, I find it impossible to concentrate on Ravenneck's teachings, often
gazing at Phoenix longingly, lost in daydreams of marrying her and whisking her away to the country
mansion where we can plan for a family of our own. But I am also terrified, I have never felt like this
before. Thoughts of love and marriage never entered my head and if they did I always saw them in the
distant future. I know it would not mean giving up my playboy lifestyle, in our culture it is perfectly
acceptable for people to have lovers when they are married. But becoming a husband? |I don't know that I
am ready for the responsibility of devoting my heart completely to Phoenix, protecting her no matter what.
I am barely responsible for myself yet alone a wife. There are times when I gaze at her and I long to
pronounce my love for her, but whenever I do my tongue feels as dry and unanimated as stone. I know it
sounds cowardly but I wish Phoenix would be the one to make the first move.
The door opens and my guardian Riff enters carrying my dinner. I can tell by his austere body language and
thunderous expression he is in even more of a foul mood than usual. He bangs my plate down in front of
me with such a force the food practically jumps off it. Drawing up the chair opposite mine he sits down
glaring at me with utter contempt . I pick at the roast chub-chub on my plate, pulling the white flesh from
the bone and wonder what I have done this time to upset him. ' Good day?' I ask, nibbling on a chunk of
ground apple. Riff's eyes flame and his thin lips form an angry pout.
' No. 'He states crossly ' I have not had a good day. I received a letter. '
I munch on the meat and gazes at him quizzically. ' Oh,' I state attempting to make polite conversation. '
From your sister? '
Riff shoot me a look that leaves me in know doubt I'm in deep trouble. ' It is from your tutor, Dr.
Ravenneck. Do you want to know what it says? '
I shrug and continue eating. Riff pulls out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, unfolds it and begins to
read . ' Dear Mr. Alucard, I am writing concerning your charge Prince Francis who is a member of my
class as I am concern about his behaviour in my lessons. Although he began this term enthusiastically and
eager to learn, it has come to my attention that over the last few weeks he has been steadily falling behind
the rest of the students. His written work is average to poor and very often unfinished. In class, he is
commonly listless and does not show the slightest bit of interest in the work. More often than not he spends
his time daydreaming, drawing in his exercise book or engaged in idol chit-chat with Phoenix Scarab, a
fellow student. I do not tolerate laziness in my students and if Prince Francis's behaviour does not improve
I will request his expulsion from the University.' He snaps the page shut and glares at me. I drop my eyes
and push my food around my plate. ' I have a lot of my mind at the moment.' I mutter defensively.
Riff throws down the letter and bangs his fist hard on the table. ' I've heard it before, ' he spits ' your
mother's heard it before, everyone's heard it before and this time it isn't going to wash. I'm not as stupid as
you think, I know what's stopping you study. That common little whore Phoenix has got your already over-
action sex drive going into hyper-speed! I don't know what perverse little games the two of you have been
playing but you are going to stop or I'm calling your mother!'
That does it! Rage burns inside me. How dare he!How dare he call the woman I adore such foul names.
What gives lowly servant like him the right to dismiss our precious relationship as just some sick sex
game? He doesn't know what's in my heart, how much I love her, how fearful I am about the River of
Nights Dreaming. I jump to my feet. ' Take that back!' I yell ' Leave Phoenix out of this! I may have been
falling behind in class but that's not her fault. She has enough to deal with without being criticised by
underlings like you !'
Riff stand up and approaches me, disdain glowing in his pale blue eyes. ' This underling brought you up.
This underling taught you everything you know. This underling saved your lazy pampered hide Rai knows
how many times. If it wasn't for me you would probably be dead by not. I fed up with giving it to you so
easily !'
I glare at him. What does he know? ' Easy!' I scoff ' You think my life is easy? Being expected to be the
perfect little prince, never being aloud to make mistakes? Always having to be cool and in control however
your hate and anger and fear is burn away your insides?; Red hot tears are burning in my eyes. ' You don't
know how lucky you are. Your sister is your soul mate, she's always been there, you have never been
alone. '
A sharp, stinging pain suddenly hits me across my right cheek. At first I am not sure what has happened
but then I realize. Riff slapped me, hard! He has never raise a finger to me before. I am shaken, more from
the shook of the attack than the hit itself. I gaze at him almost fearful. He is looking at me with such hatred
now I glance at the door realizing suddenly that Viker is on his daily brake.
' You spoilt, whining, little brat!' his voice is surprisingly quiet but in a way that makes it more
threatening., ' Do you want to know what I would do if you were my son? If I had a child as disgusting and
selfish as you I would send him to the space core. Eighteen months of daily marches, rocket maintenance
and ice cold showers would soon knock a cry baby like you into shape.' Riff is gripping me by the straps of
my corset now, his face so close to mine I can smell is fowl breath. ' But before I did that, I would give him
a spanking so hard, it would shake his teeth out!' My terror takes over. Instinctively, I pull away from Riff
shoving him hard. To my surprise he lets go of me without a battle and staggers backwards, tripping into an
armchair. In my fear and fury, it had slipped my mind that not only is Riff around 150 years old his
malformed spine makes him fairly unstable. If I had not been so shaken I would have been inclined to
strike out against my guardian. Instead I turn and flee into my bedroom, slamming the door and throwing
myself onto the bed sobbing violently .
I wake from a troubled and unrestful sleep to find the moons are already in the sky. My eyes are red and
dry from the tears of hate and frustration I have shed over Riff's outburst and I have a horrible churning in
my stomach that shows I'm still not complete over what has happened. I hate my guardian at this moment,
for so many things, mainly for insulting Phoenix. I raise a hand to my cheek, the redness caused by his
blow has disappeared but the shame of him daring to hit me still leaves it mark. The indignity of it! I am his
master, his prince for Rai's sake! How could he? I sit up, my body aches with frustration and tension and I
know to well that to satisfy my carnal appetite is the only way to relive it. I will not go to Phoenix to vent
this irritation, I respect her too much to wake her with such a trivial aggravation. Plus, if I was to visit her
she would want to know what happened and telling her would only fuel her dislike towards Riff, I do not
want to worry her further. Besides, my needs now are basically physical and a love nymph will satisfy this
itch. I make my way over to my dressing table and quickly reapply my make-up. I am still dressed so I pull
on my cape and my flat shin high leather boots. I glance towards the door, I am not going to attempt to
make my exit the conventional way. Viker is on guard and, after our augment no doubt Riff is also waiting.
My gaze falls upon the patio windows that lead onto my balcony, I grin. There is an old bilicola tree
growing just outside the window, this will make an easy escape route. Tucking my money purse into my
suspender belt, I unlock the doors and slip silently onto the veranda. Once outside, I breathe in the cool,
night air and begin to feel a little better. The branches of the tree stretch right up to the edge of the balcony
and steadying myself against the wall I slowly edge alongside the widest one. The bark is twisted and
craggy and as I tiptoe along I pride myself on the forethought not to wear heels. Thankfully bilicola trees
although bent and rough are very sturdy and the branch do not even creak under my weight. I reach the
huge truck and gripping it tightly with my legs, allow myself to slowly slide down. The coarse bark
scratches to inside if my legs pulling my stockings slightly. Not that I am bothered, in fact the harsh
sensational coupled with the danger of the whole situation makes me even more aroused ! It's been months
since I did this and I forgot how much fun it was. Eventually, I reach the ground and glaring around the
campus to make sure not one's watching me, I flit silently across the empty college and out the main gates,
ready for some cheap thrills.
The greenish glow of the street lamps illuminate the cobblestones and cast eerie shadows across the fronts
of the drinking holes and whores houses like unholy phantoms of love nymphs and thieves. From the inside
of these dens of sin bawdy laugher and drunken song echo out like the insane cackles of wild beasts. I
breathe in the unique smell of this part of Delta, a stagnant but exciting stench of alcohol and drug pipes. I
grin wickedly to myself, Tatlers Row by night, home of cheap and intoxicating liquor and even cheaper and
more intoxicating love nymphs. This is where the underlings go to pursue their most basic urges; sex,
drinking, street fighting. I come here often, or used to anyway before I was at university. It is not the most
appropriate location for the Prince Absolute to get his kicks but that is one of the things that brings me here,
the fact I know it's forbidden. It appeals to my rebellious streak, knowing this place is dirty and dangerous.
I can indulge myself in whatever pleasure of the flesh without anybody telling me it's unbefitting of a
prince. I needed to come here tonight, to forget about my problems, the fact I don't know how Phoenix
feels about me, the River of Nights Dreaming, Riff striking me. Sex has always been my private escape,
some men drink others gamble, this is the way I vent my frustration with life.
' Looking for someone? ' A sexy female voice makes me spin around and there she is. Her bleached blonde
hair hangs shaggily around her shoulders tied up in various uneven ponytails with cheap red ribbon. Her
make-up is thick and untidily applied, almost glowing blue eye shadow adorns her lids and her lips are
smeared with a slick of scarlet lipstick. I cast my gaze lustfully down her body. She is wearing a tacky red
and black corset and ripped fishnets. Despite her shabby attire she is young and attractive. Yes, she will
serve me very well for tonight.
Confidently, she swaggers up to me and places a hand on my shoulder in a way that shows despite her
formative years ( she can't be much older than myself ), she has done this many times before. ' Want some
fun?' she purrs seductively, running her fingers down the length of my arm. I notice that she is eyeing the
purse which hangs from my suspender belt, trying to figure how much money I have and how much I'm
willing to pay. I cock my eyebrow and take her hand downwards so it cups the leather pouch that dangles
directly in front of my sensitive area. She fingers both temptingly, ' I was looking for a pleasurable way to
relieve my bulging…… purse.' I murmur, breathing in her scent. Her perfume is strong and acidic so
unlike Phoenix's delicate scent, this woman is common and earthy I like it!
She pushes away my money pouch and firmly grasps me through my silk panties, stroking my balls
expertly. I let out a deep hungry groan and close my eyes. She continues to fondle me for a few more
seconds, just long enough to excite me, a free sample, if I want to be completely satisfied I will have to pay.
She abruptly takes her hands away and tosses back her straw-like hair, thrusting her bust forward. ' They
call me Kitten.' She purrs. ' Some say I'm the best love nymph in Tatlers Row but it'll cost you to find out.
' she casts her gaze down the length of my body, sizing my up. ' looking at you I would guess you're a
gentleman so I know you can afford me. I can, and will, do anything you desire at the right price.'
I grin to myself. Underlings are so uneducated. This naïve pauper doesn't even know I'm her prince! Still
what does it matter? ' Don't let the outfit fool you!' I chuckle ' But I do have 500 okindios in my purse. Is
there somewhere more private we can go to cement our arrangement? '
She turns her back on me and starts to head into an alleyway between the buildings she casts me a glance
over her shoulder. ' I have a small room back here ' she purrs, winking at me. ' And some toys, what are
you waiting for? '
She disappears into the gloom of the alley. Rubbing my hands eagerly I follow her, anticipating what kind
of kinky surprises she might have in store for me. The passage is narrow and unlike the main street is very
poorly lit. In fact once I am a few metres inside I can barely see anything, I peer into the near-blackness. '
Kitten,' I hiss ' where are you hiding, you saucy little minx!'
' You are very close to me, my lord.' Her sexy voice rings out through the dark. ' I'm getting ready for you.
I've taken off my corset and I'm slipping out of my knickers. Just a few more steps and I'm yours!'
Excitedly, I hurry forward. Suddenly, a muscular arm reaches out of the darkness grabbing me around the
chest and yanking me backwards towards one side of the alleyway. It clamps my arms so tightly to my
body I am unable to struggle. I attempt to scream but before the sound is even out of my lungs a huge,
rough hand gags my nose and mouth. In the distance, I hear the sound of feet running away and a woman
cackling. It is only then I realize it has been a trap.
Stupid, stupid me! I've heard about this scam a million times before. The love nymph lures an unsuspecting
noble into some nook where her accomplice is waiting to attack and rob him blind. Oh why did I come out
tonight? Why did my carnal appetites get the better of me? I am so scared. What if I'm not to be robbed?
What if my captor is a member of the River of Nights Dreaming? Am I about to die? I glance down and see
a glimmer of metal pressed to my throat. A knife !
' Don't scream, rich boy, or I'll slit your throat !' my captor sneers. His accent is vulgar and his breathe
stinks of tobacco and liquor. I look out of the corner of my eye to glimpse his face. It is not a pretty site. A
wide grin looms down at me filled with broken, yellow teeth except for the single gleaming gold one. His
short untidy beard is dirty and rough as it grazes my cheek. Demonic black eyes glint evilly at me. With the
dagger still pressed to my throat he removes his hand from my face and runs it greedily down my arm
feeling the material of my cape. I let out a tiny helpless sob, what does he want with me?
' Well, well, well. ' He taunts ' What pretty little thing has my kitten brought me tonight?'
I know if I'm to survive this ordeal I must not let fear get the better of me. I must keep calm and do what he
wants. ' Please,' I whisper ' don't hurt me. My purse is on my belt, take it and let me go, I beg of you.' The
blade is pressed further into the flesh of my neck grazing my skin.
' Not so fast friend !' I growls in my ear. ' This cape you are wearing is silk, which probably means you are
a man of court. I bet you are worth a great deal more than what's in your purse. Let's have a look at you.'
He moves the dagger so it is pressed hard against my cheek, forcing my to look at him. I hold my breath, if
he is a member of the River of Nights Dreaming and he does recognize me, I am dead for sure.
He stares at me for a few moments before throwing back his head and chuckling wickedly. ' Well, it is my
lucky night. ' he laughs. ' The Prince Absolute, what a catch ! I couldn't have wished for more.' His knife
caresses the side of my face, leaving small painful scratches. ' Such thick hair you have, it would sell at 10
okindios a lock in the market! And what fair, pale skin, almost like a child's, I have the inclination to use it
to make myself a pair of stockings from it!' He chuckles at my distress and fear.
Tears of panic and terror fill my eyes, I feel so feeble and small. How I wish I was safe in bed back in the
university with Viker to protect me. Why did I have to have that silly fight with Riff? My mouth dry, I
speak against, my voice so timid and quavering I hardly recognize it as my own, ' Are y-y-you a m-m-
member of the River of Nights Dreaming? ' I squeak.
My captor roars with mirth and grips me tighter with his tree-trunk-sized arm, his foul breath hits me
making me retch. The dagger is pressed back at my throat.
' If I were, you would've been dead on two seconds flat, my friend !' he growls. ' No, count yourself lucky
for that. I am but a simple thief. However I do know many members of the so-called rebel army, I drink
with them. You are as foolish as you are rich Furter, you shouldn't have come wandering in these parts.
People offer a pretty penny for your head round here. I think I'll fine a dirty little room to store my prize
then auction you off to the highest bidder. Who knows, it might even be someone willing to let you live!'
Cackling evilly, he puts the knife away and takes a chain from his belt and binds it tightly around my
wrists. The hard links dig into my skin and shutting my eyes tight I try and block out the horror of my
situation. I wait for my new 'master' to lead me away but out of nowhere a voice interrupts my sorrow.
' What do we have here, then? A wealthy slave and a common master? A interesting pair if I ever saw
one!'
Both myself and my captor turn to see the owner of the voice who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
She is a strange sight. From her costume of thigh length brown leather boots, leather bodice adorned with
metal breast plate and metal cuffs with sharp blades up the sides it is clear she is a street fighter; a warrior
who travels from place to place battling others for money. In her hand she carries a long, wooden staff,
almost as tall as her with a round metal sphere on the top, her weapon. But what's odd about her is that
around her head and face she wear a black shawl that hide her facial features completely.
The rogue who has hold of my arms sneers at her. ' There is nothing to interest you here!' he grunts,
shaking me as a warning to keep quiet. The stranger leans on her rod hand cocks her head to one side.
' I wouldn't say that,' she purrs thoughtfully, ' a great lug like you who obviously has the mental ability of
a swamp slug with the Prince of our planet bond and tied like an animal. I can hardly think you out witted
him, no doubt you had some appealing bit of fluff lure him from the street.' She reaches out to me with
here free hand, touching my chin with her fingertips almost tenderly, does she pity me? The brute behind
me jerks me out of reach.
' That's no business of yours! All you need to know is I'm going to turn this pampered puppy over to
whoever gives me the most for his hid! The River of Nights Dreaming will reward me greatness for him. '
he strokes my hair in a way that makes me shudder.
The street fighter takes a step backward and laughs slightly. ' Is that what you believe? ' she says slyly. '
They are folks of idealistic values but they have greater things in mind then paying you for a kindness. I
doubt they even have the money they promise you !They will just kill the prince and move on with the
plan.'
My captor knits his brows, trying to make sense of what she has said. It is clear he is all brute force and
very little brain. This street fighter seems very intelligent, I gaze at her pleading for help. ' What the
alternative?' he asks her finally.
The warrior takes a leather pouch from her belt and dangles it in front of his greedy eyes. ' I won the last
three battles I fought, my winnings are in this purse, they total 2000 okindios. I exchange them all for this
life here, keep his money as well if you wish.'
The thief snorts unimpressed and begins to turn his back on the warrior ' He is worth more than that to me.'
He scoffs. I am beginning to feel very undignified, talked and bartered over like a piece of meat. I am
tempted to say something but I am in not position to get on my high horse. ' Besides, what does the Prince
Absolute mean to a common street fighter like you? '
The hooded female, fingers her staff as if she is preparing to use it. Although her eyes are covered I can tell
she is staring at me. ' Let's just say I have my reasons.' She murmurs. Her voice has a kindness in it than
quite takes me by surprise, it is almost familiar. But then as suddenly as it had become soft, her tone
changes to a threatening one. ' My friend, I am a woman who won't take no for a answer. I want the Prince.
If I cannot buy him from you I will fight you for him!' She tucks her purse away and brandishes her
weapon in both hands. ' It is the law of the ghetto that when a street fighter challenges you, you must
accept or pay his price. Hand over your prisoner or fight me for him.'
My captor chuckles evilly and taking my chain ties it to a pipe on the wall of the alley, securing it tightly so
there is not chance of me escaping. From his belt he then draws a long, jagged sword, different from the
one he held to my throat, and approaches the street fighter. All I can do is watch in amazement. The thief is
a good foot taller and great deal heavier than the girl, he will surely smash her to bits. Why is she risking
her life for me? She definitely doesn't appear afraid of him. She stands, legs bent to give her better
stability, her staff held parallel across her body ready to attack.
The thief swings his sword in lazy, skilful circles in front of him laughing quietly, ' You are a fool, my
friend.' He sneers, ' I shall have the prince and your money in a few seconds.' With a swift sweep he bring
his blade down but the warrior deflects it with twist of her staff. The clash of their weapons echo through
the alley. Forcing her opponent's weapon to one side she attempts to deliver a blow to the side of his head
with the metal cap of her rod but he ducks and swipes his blade at the exposed flesh at the top of her boot.
The girl lets out a small cry as scarlet blood oozes across her pale skin but stands her ground. The thief
wheels his sword towards her legs once again but this time he's to slow. She agilely leaps to avoid the
blade had kicks her foot out booting her enemy hard in the face . He reels backwards towards me, holding
his nose with his free hand. Advantage of his vulnerable position, the street fighter charges at him with her
staff, pole-axing him in the stomach making him groan with pain. Quickly recovering from her attack, he
grabs at her staff, attempting to snatch it from her. He lifts in abruptly upwards hoping to loosen her grip
but she holds firm and sails nimbly over his head landing lightly behind him twisting her weapon from his
grip. Her cape becomes slightly dishevelled and out from the dark folds falls a lock of glistering auburn
hair. I blink in amazement, surely not? I am too frightened and disorientated by what is happening to think
straight. The thug spins to face her and stampedes snarling at her, sword raised ready to strike. She blocks
his weapon once again with her staff, but he grabs her arm with his free hand, spinning her so his arm is
around her throat. For a moment I think she is helpless but then with a almighty throw, she flicks him over
her back, smashing his skull against the hard cobbles. He lays there motionless, his breathing light. The
street fighter stands over him, gasping for breath, her ample bosom rising and falling beneath her breast
plate.
She turns her head towards me and approaches, her rod still gripped in her hand. I gaze at her, at the one
curl of hair poking from under her cowl, my heart beating like a drum. If I am right about her identity I am
save but all I thought I knew as will true be shaken, if I'm wrong, my ordeal has just begun. She stands
silent before me, with a sudden smooth gesture she raises her staff high above her head and bring it
crashing down onto the chains that bind my wrists smashing them to pieces, setting me free. I stand there in
shock for a moment, rubbing the sore red lines around my wrists. Then, slowly, almost as if I am dreaming,
I reach out and pull the thick black shawl from her face. It tumbles around her shoulders and Phoenix stares
at me her face burning with angry.
' Frankie, you're a fool. What was you thinking coming to a place like this?' Her voice is shaking with fury
and concern.
I gaze at her not know for a moment what to say. Finally, words form themselves on my lips. ' Phoenix,
why? How?'
She takes the cowl from her shoulders and wraps it around my head so my face can't be seen. ' There's no
time to explain now.' She murmurs, gazing at the motionless thief. ' He isn't going to be knocked out for
long and we don't want to be here when her wakes up. Keep the cape to your face, it's not a good idea to
let people see you're the prince, you were lucky once. Let's good. ' With that she takes my hand and we
dazes as fast as we can back to the safety of Delta University.
I sit silently on the bed in Phoenix's quarters, taking small sips of the fowl tasting herbal tea she has made
to help me relax. In the bathroom, I can hear her mixing up a dressing for the grazes on my neck, cheek and
wrists. I take another mouthful of the medicine and grimace, it isn't working I still feel as confused and
upset as ever. I am relieved that I escaped from the horrid situation I was thrown into a hour ago but
Phoenix's appearance as my rescuer has filled my mind with questions? I never thought it was possible for
someone as ladylike as Phoenix to street fight with such skill and strength. Does this mean my sweetheart is
in fact a warrior? Has she been lying to me all this time? And how did she know where I was? Was it just a
happy accident that she was there to rescue me? But most of all why did she risk her life like that? No mere
friend would do such a thing. Is this proof of her love for me? I tried to find out her motives as we made
our way home but for some reason see is furious with me and refused to speak.
Phoenix enters from the bathroom looking slightly calmer but still with a look of angry in her eyes. In her
hands she carries a bowl of antiseptic tonic and some soft white bandages. My gaze falls on her right thigh,
which is bandaged to cover the gash from where the thief wounded her. A knot of guilt tightens in my
stomach. My actions caused that wound, I should apologise but I doubt that she would accept it in this
mood. Without saying a word she sits beside me and begins to wash the graze on my throat with the tonic. I
wince as it stings the open flesh, she is not exactly being gentle.
' Where's that tender touch I enjoy so much?' I ask trying to lighten the atmosphere. Phoenix glares at me
and tapes a wad of cotton wool to the cut. ' You don't deserve tenderness !' she snaps, turning her attention
to bandaging my wrists. ' Honestly Frank, if I wasn't so relieved to see you safe I would kill you!What on
Transsexual was you doing in Tatlers Row at night?'
I raise my eyebrows in amazement. ' I would've thought you knew me well enough to guess !' I say
defensively. This seems to anger Phoenix even more as she pulls the bandages tightly around my wrist
causes it to dig in to my swollen skin. Is she jealous that I went looking for a love nymph and didn't come
to her? ' And,' I add, slightly cross myself ' If anyone should be asking questions it's me! What the hell
were you doing, wandering round the slums of Delta City dressed like a street fighter? Are you one? I
thought we didn't have secrets !'
Phoenix's eyes burn into me like to glowing emerald coals. ' Don't talk ridiculous!' she spits, obviously
wounded by what I said. ' Do you honestly think they would let a street fighter into Delta University? ' she
turns away from me and gazes at the white bed sheets. ' My father lived in Tatlers Row before he went to
Earth.' She mutters bitterly. ' I use to visit him. He taught me some street fighting moves so if anything
happened to me I could protect myself. My mother thought it was a good idea if I kept it up, especially
when he abandoned us, I was in a lot of danger. I had to be careful.' She directed the last sentence at me in
such a way it made me realize how careless I had been. She picked pieces of fluff from the pillow. ' The
costume was a 16th birthday present from my mother. There are rules when you mix in places like Tatlers
Row, one of them is you don't mess with anyone who looks like they fight for a living ! Dressing like that
keeps me safe. Another rule is you don't waltz around waving your money at any old love nymph,
advertising you're the Prince Absolute when there are people out to get you !'
She looks at me with a expression of such raw emotion it's hard to know whether she wants to slap me or
kiss me. I taking a deep breathe and stare at the stars shining out the window. She is right, I am a idiot. '
You're right, ' I murmur ' It was very dangerous. I just felt so frustrated with everything, I wanted to do
something reckless. The River of Nights Dreaming, college, everything was getting me down. Then Riff
and I had a stupid fight.' I raise my hand to the cheek he slapped, the sting of the memory smarting more
then the scrape of the thief's knife. I must show some of the pain I'm feeling on my face because when
Phoenix speaks again her voice has lost its bitterness. ' What did he do? ' she asks tenderly, moving closer
to me on the bed.
I shake my head and sigh woefully. ' Said the cruellest things, called me a brat and you, ' I lean into her
warmth being careful not the touch her wounded leg. ' I don't even want you to hear the names he used for
you. I was defending you when he slapped me here.' I bring her hand up to my cheek. She snuggles close
to my shoulder, all her anger ebbing away.
' He had no right, you know. ' she said but the bitterness in her voice wasn't aimed at me for once. ' I never
liked Riff, you should report him to your mother. It wouldn't surprise me if he was involved with the River
of Nights Dreaming.'
I laugh quietly to myself and stroke her hair. ' Riff doesn't have the brains to be involved with the River of
Nights Dreaming.' I say ' Tonight was just a stupid outburst, on both our parts. Reporting it would be a fuss
over nothing.' Phoenix sighs doubtfully standing up begins to clear away the first aid equipment. I stare at
her, the moonlight from the window reflecting off her glossy mane like a silver hallo. She looks tired and
drained but very beautiful. It's then I realize I still don't know how she found me tonight.
' Phoenix,' I say ' Why were you in Tatlers Row?'
She regards me with those huge green eyes, a look of slight guilt creasing her forehead. ' I was sitting by
my window studying when I saw you climb down the tree and run across campus. I figured Riff and Viker
didn't realize you were gone and knowing you're never exactly careful, I thought it best that I follow.' She
breathes deeply. ' I saw you follow that love nymph down the alleyway and hid in the shadows to make
sure you were okay. Lucky I did, ah? I didn't think you could handle a thief by yourself. ' she chuckles
slightly. I feel she already knows why I'm asking but won't admit it, then who am I to talk?
I gently reach for her arm. ' You could have been killed. You risked your life to save mine, not many
people would have done that. I doubt Caulos would. Why? '
Her face colours and she turns away seeming almost angry that I discovered her secret. There is an
awkward silence for a few seconds and then, with her back still turned down me, Phoenix answer. '
Because I care for you, Frankie. I care for you a lot.' Her voice is quiet, almost tense, is she scared that this
confession will make me back away? Doesn't she know it's what I've been longing to hear, that I'm more
than a mere friend or lover, that I've touched her heart? Is this a declaration of love? She stands there
nervously folding the bandages, still unable to mean my eye. ' You're the first man to treat me as an equal,
as a person not just a piece of scum .I am unable to describe how grateful I am for the friendship you have
shown me. You are truly a remarkable man,' a small smile teases her lips, ' so kind, sweet and gentle. I
don't know what I would do if something happened to you. Please try and understand I worry about you,
not because it's my duty like Riff or Viker, but because I,' She stops as if she has lost the words to describe
how she feels. I silently will her to say what I pray is in her heart, that she loves me. She puts the bandages
on the dressing table and turns to me, wringing her hands. ' You're just so special to me.' She murmurs
crossing over to the bed. I gaze into her eyes, she doesn't have to say a word I know how she feels.
Gently she pulls back the cotton sheets and I slip in between them. Almost maternally, she tucks the linen
around my frame and fluffs my pillow. ' Go to sleep now.' She whispers, climbing in beside me and
kissing my forehead. ' It's gone three and we have classes in the morning. ' I roll onto my side so her face
will be the last thing I see before dreams envelop me. Despite the horrendous events of this night I feel
safe and warm. A great peace falls upon my soul. A peace that comes from knowing the woman I adore is
beginning to fall in love with me.