I'd like to dedicate this story to me.
To all my loyal reviewers thanks for your much loved praise, and in return I have presented this story for you enjoyment! Oh and special thanks to those who I am on your fav. Authour list: Kitty Maxwell, Dolphin, Pandie Katteken and Redaura.
OH and another thing ignore my psychotic reviewer dolphin, she is slightly unstable.
Redaura: Here you go and keep Flame away from my collar bone, I don't want another break!
Fin: Dude you have reviewed all my other stories anon. so how could this on be different? Anways love your reviews so keep it coming!
Dolphin: Here you go now started breathing..
Zabella: Not what I thought either..
Anon: I think it was about two weeks before I started writing a sequel... Hope that's soon enough!
Kitty Maxwell: And it back again! Red is here to make you puke and want to do whatever..
Aya: I am not a cuddly writer which suits Red cos he ain't really a cuddly guy...
Pandie: At the mo. I am on chapter 11 I think, so I'll tell you what I think when I'm done.
Kitten: I know.
Love me
"I love you, baby" Tyra looked at Isabel. She smiled back at him, her eyes filled with happiness.
"Your not so bad yourself." She replied to him stroking his face. He took her hand in his, lovingly petting it. She snuggled down in the bed, laughing out of sheer joy. He looked down at her his eyes still full of love. He sat on the side of the bed wearing only a white sheet, around his waist. Isabel lay down in the bed covered by a sheet.
"Sir?" A human slave came into the room. "Your brother sent this message." The slaves came over to the bed, giving the message to Tyra. Tyra read the note his face changed dramatically as he read it. Trya stood up leaving the sheet behind, and walked straight over to the slave.
"Send a messenger to Denail house. Say 'beware, Theseus, an eye for an eye. I won't be so generous next time.' NOW!" Tyra's voice echoed along the long corridor to the bedroom. He turned back to Isabel.
"What did you say to my brother yesterday? And don't give me any bullshit about nothing." Tyra's face was white with pure fury. Isabel looked blanky at him, trying to formulate a answer that might calm him down.
"I merely inquired about his health and went to talk to Lady Syca. We talked about nothing of importance. General gossip." He eyes went green, from their normal grey. He stalked over to Isabel.
"You must have said something. My brother just accused me of being a traitor. My own flesh and blood. You better have some good excuse Isabel." His eyes were blazing, Isabel couldn't think of anything to say, she was captivated by those eyes. All she could do was shake her head.
He pulled her by her hair up. She shrieked and sat up. "What the hell did you say Isabel?" He threw her across the room. She smashed into the wardrobe, the sound of breaking bones sounded around the room. "What the hell did you say?" He moved over her. She whimpered.
He pulled her up again. "What?" Isabel shook her head, not being able to think of anything she had said. He smashed her across the room, she fell into the marble wall. He advanced on her again. She made no movement. Her head was drenched in blood.
Tyra looked down her, without pity. He spat, barely missing her then headed out the room.
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Isabel slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the sudden light. Her head ached and pain shot through her like bolts of lightening. She moaned as she tried to move. Her head felt like lead. She grasped at the nearest solid object, as it was a statue of a tiger's head jumping out the wall. Dragging her body upwards she reached a sitting position.
She tried to focus, but her eyes were stuck slightly with dry blood. She staggered forward. Crawling on hands and knees to reach the basin of water that she knew stood in the corner of the room. She fell several times trying to reach the basin. After what seemed to her to be hours, she reached it.
Her blurred vision showed a girl with blood red hair and blacky/purple eyes. She dunked her whole head in the basin, ignoring the stinging pain that she felt where her head had had contact with the wall. Bringing her head out again she peered back into the water to see if her hair had turned back to it's normal blond colour. There had been something that had annoyed her about the blood red hair.
The water however had taken the colour of her hair and turned red. Isabel moved her body off the basin, by accident knocking it off the pedestal it was on and making the pottery smash on the marble floor. A slave entered at the sound of the breaking pottery, the slave screamed and ran as soon as she saw her mistress.
Isabel lost most conscious thought after that. She was aware that a witch came and examined her, then made some sharp orders. She also knew that a couple of slaves carried her out the room and down to the foyer, where she was loaded onto a cart and taken somewhere. To where she did not know. Her thoughts were jumbled.
"Alright, Lady, it's alright, your gonna be fine." A slave came close to her face and whispered words to clam and comfort her. Isabel could neither see him nor thank him for his kindness. A blur of faces came, she was laid down in a cold white place. It smelled of lavender and rosemary.
The smell numbed her senses and made her slowly drift into a quiet slumber. Her body relaxed and pain left for a while.
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Isabel blinked as she opened her eyes. The stark white room was cold and a smell of sterile objects hit her. She looked down at herself. Her left arm was broken, a throbbing pain came from her right shoulder. One of her legs was in a cast and a board at the end of her bed stated that she had a punctured lung that had needed an operation.
A window stood to her left, showing the warm outside, sunny and with a slight breeze. A vampire child and witch were playing on a dead Elm tree. Suddenly Isabel wanted to be one of them, to be free. She turned back to the room as a figure appeared round the end pillar.
"Isabel. You are in here again?" Rexius intoned. His voice was even and strong, his figure hidden in shadow held a fiery look.
"Brother you make it sound as if I wish to be here." Isabel replied happily holding out her arms to the vampire. The vampire appeared out the shadow, no sign of happiness showing in his features. He moved up beside the bed, sitting down next to his sister.
"Well you do end up here quite a bit, one would wonder." He reached for her hand, the one without the arm in a sling. A sharp pain shot through her as he lifted her hand to his lips, she tried not to wince, and smiled happily at her brother.
"Apart from the obvious, how is life with Lord Drache treating you?" He looked her injuries over as he spoke.
"Very well, you are an excellent judge of people Maxius. I am glad to call you brother." He smiled at her praise. It was not a warm smile, but it held a knowing glint.
"That would not be the first thing you called me, Isabel. If I remember back in those barbaric countries, it was Demon. I seem to remember that when I first picked you up from the ground it was Demon and was so, till we reached the great Rome." While he was speaking her gently ran his fingers up and down her arms checking for bruises.
A old witch in a toga came in interrupting there meeting. "Lord Diamedes, can you send your daughter off to sleep, for without a potion, I sure cannot. She will talk and dream of things, in her sleep, but while she does, she is not resting. She needs at least one good sleep, and without a potion, she will not get it." The witch babbled as she closed the curtains on the blinds. She then left without waiting for an answer.
"Not sleeping, mi hijo? Well let me think. What can I think of to make you fall into the deepest sleep? You are a little old for fairy tales, I think. Well what about your favourite story?" He played gently with her hair as he spoke, and gently pushed her down into a sleeping position.
"Once upon a time in a far away place there was a barbaric town. There was no order, no justice, no peace. It was a cold place, rained as well. The people there thought it was the gods crying for them. Humans ran wild, werewolves raided towns, taking babies and raping women. Chaos was there master, the god Loki be told."
"In the ancient land of Rome, the Night World council decided action must be taken to stop this pillage. The people in the land must be helped. So the great council cried out to the nations, of whom were loyal, 'Come forth, to the save the wild kingdom, out of the depths of despair, we will unite out brothers.'"
"The great call was answered by many, who took to arms against the wild folk. Myself and Marcus Arielus took 10,000 of our warriors across the sea. Onward to the Island off the coast of Gaul. They say it's a land of magic, but the only sign we saw was sacrifice."
"We took the town by storm on the first night, the werewolves howled in fear at the sight of us. The witches enchanted spells against us, but our brave and faithful warriors broke through them. Our brethren were crying when they saw us, relieved by the loose of there foul captors. They willingly surrendered and helped fight their once masters."
"The farce they called the other circle, Daybreak was suppose to be leading the wild kingdom. We found no evidence of their power and decided to go straight for their headquarters. We marched Arielus and myself for days on end. We finally reached what they called 'The Great City'. It was a old place, they still had some buildings from before the last millennium."
"We stormed the city, our warriors waiting, gagging for a fight. But the cowards ran. Some did not even bother to collect they're women and children. Eventually the womenfolk realised their precious men had left them. The loyal ran taking their children with them, the whore's stayed to see what they could get."
"Arielus and myself took a look round the city. It was dirty horrible, dead. It was a place I hope never to visit again. On one particularly nasty area there was the sound of crying. Arielus and myself took it upon ourselves to find the source of the cries. In the main hut we found a cradle with a tiny baby shifter in it."
"We fought over the baby. Arielus was a touch hungry and I felt like I needed an extra servant. The baby was obviously of noble birth due to the riches around it and the markings in the house and in the end I thought that it would not be correct to kill it. We fought using mere brawn and brain. I won and took the baby with me."
"I began to regret the mistake as soon as I got back to the camp. The baby did not stop crying. I changed my mind and ordered my maid to dispose of it. I was informed it was gone and continued on my journey."
"When the campaign was finished, 3years later, I returned to the great Spain. I came in a couple of days after I arrived home to find my maid in the garden playing with a young girl shifter. The girl possessed a aura that I remembered. When I looked into her eyes all the memories came flooding back. Those greeny blue eyes haunted my dreams for years."
"Destiny made that maid keep you alive, mi hijo. The girl had grown a lot in beauty and mind. She grew even more her beauty made her an object of much lust, so I kept her away from the crowds. I could not keep from everyone though."
"Her prince charming saw her. He was taken by her. He loved the way her blond hair fell round her face mixed with the sea colour of her eyes. Her milky white skin which made her so different from any he had ever known. And her halo of white/blond that circled her face."
" I knew he would love forever." For some reason Isabelle who had been, drifting off to sleep, was hit by a bolt of horror. Forever... It hit her for some unknown reason. She sat up straight away.
"Are you all right?" Maxius asked. Isabelle shook her head and lay down again.
"Well that's good to hear." A voice said from the entrance.
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Red is back in the next chapter but another that's another days story! HAHAHAHAA!
Review otherwise no another chapter.
To all my loyal reviewers thanks for your much loved praise, and in return I have presented this story for you enjoyment! Oh and special thanks to those who I am on your fav. Authour list: Kitty Maxwell, Dolphin, Pandie Katteken and Redaura.
OH and another thing ignore my psychotic reviewer dolphin, she is slightly unstable.
Redaura: Here you go and keep Flame away from my collar bone, I don't want another break!
Fin: Dude you have reviewed all my other stories anon. so how could this on be different? Anways love your reviews so keep it coming!
Dolphin: Here you go now started breathing..
Zabella: Not what I thought either..
Anon: I think it was about two weeks before I started writing a sequel... Hope that's soon enough!
Kitty Maxwell: And it back again! Red is here to make you puke and want to do whatever..
Aya: I am not a cuddly writer which suits Red cos he ain't really a cuddly guy...
Pandie: At the mo. I am on chapter 11 I think, so I'll tell you what I think when I'm done.
Kitten: I know.
Love me
"I love you, baby" Tyra looked at Isabel. She smiled back at him, her eyes filled with happiness.
"Your not so bad yourself." She replied to him stroking his face. He took her hand in his, lovingly petting it. She snuggled down in the bed, laughing out of sheer joy. He looked down at her his eyes still full of love. He sat on the side of the bed wearing only a white sheet, around his waist. Isabel lay down in the bed covered by a sheet.
"Sir?" A human slave came into the room. "Your brother sent this message." The slaves came over to the bed, giving the message to Tyra. Tyra read the note his face changed dramatically as he read it. Trya stood up leaving the sheet behind, and walked straight over to the slave.
"Send a messenger to Denail house. Say 'beware, Theseus, an eye for an eye. I won't be so generous next time.' NOW!" Tyra's voice echoed along the long corridor to the bedroom. He turned back to Isabel.
"What did you say to my brother yesterday? And don't give me any bullshit about nothing." Tyra's face was white with pure fury. Isabel looked blanky at him, trying to formulate a answer that might calm him down.
"I merely inquired about his health and went to talk to Lady Syca. We talked about nothing of importance. General gossip." He eyes went green, from their normal grey. He stalked over to Isabel.
"You must have said something. My brother just accused me of being a traitor. My own flesh and blood. You better have some good excuse Isabel." His eyes were blazing, Isabel couldn't think of anything to say, she was captivated by those eyes. All she could do was shake her head.
He pulled her by her hair up. She shrieked and sat up. "What the hell did you say Isabel?" He threw her across the room. She smashed into the wardrobe, the sound of breaking bones sounded around the room. "What the hell did you say?" He moved over her. She whimpered.
He pulled her up again. "What?" Isabel shook her head, not being able to think of anything she had said. He smashed her across the room, she fell into the marble wall. He advanced on her again. She made no movement. Her head was drenched in blood.
Tyra looked down her, without pity. He spat, barely missing her then headed out the room.
-*-
Isabel slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the sudden light. Her head ached and pain shot through her like bolts of lightening. She moaned as she tried to move. Her head felt like lead. She grasped at the nearest solid object, as it was a statue of a tiger's head jumping out the wall. Dragging her body upwards she reached a sitting position.
She tried to focus, but her eyes were stuck slightly with dry blood. She staggered forward. Crawling on hands and knees to reach the basin of water that she knew stood in the corner of the room. She fell several times trying to reach the basin. After what seemed to her to be hours, she reached it.
Her blurred vision showed a girl with blood red hair and blacky/purple eyes. She dunked her whole head in the basin, ignoring the stinging pain that she felt where her head had had contact with the wall. Bringing her head out again she peered back into the water to see if her hair had turned back to it's normal blond colour. There had been something that had annoyed her about the blood red hair.
The water however had taken the colour of her hair and turned red. Isabel moved her body off the basin, by accident knocking it off the pedestal it was on and making the pottery smash on the marble floor. A slave entered at the sound of the breaking pottery, the slave screamed and ran as soon as she saw her mistress.
Isabel lost most conscious thought after that. She was aware that a witch came and examined her, then made some sharp orders. She also knew that a couple of slaves carried her out the room and down to the foyer, where she was loaded onto a cart and taken somewhere. To where she did not know. Her thoughts were jumbled.
"Alright, Lady, it's alright, your gonna be fine." A slave came close to her face and whispered words to clam and comfort her. Isabel could neither see him nor thank him for his kindness. A blur of faces came, she was laid down in a cold white place. It smelled of lavender and rosemary.
The smell numbed her senses and made her slowly drift into a quiet slumber. Her body relaxed and pain left for a while.
-*-
Isabel blinked as she opened her eyes. The stark white room was cold and a smell of sterile objects hit her. She looked down at herself. Her left arm was broken, a throbbing pain came from her right shoulder. One of her legs was in a cast and a board at the end of her bed stated that she had a punctured lung that had needed an operation.
A window stood to her left, showing the warm outside, sunny and with a slight breeze. A vampire child and witch were playing on a dead Elm tree. Suddenly Isabel wanted to be one of them, to be free. She turned back to the room as a figure appeared round the end pillar.
"Isabel. You are in here again?" Rexius intoned. His voice was even and strong, his figure hidden in shadow held a fiery look.
"Brother you make it sound as if I wish to be here." Isabel replied happily holding out her arms to the vampire. The vampire appeared out the shadow, no sign of happiness showing in his features. He moved up beside the bed, sitting down next to his sister.
"Well you do end up here quite a bit, one would wonder." He reached for her hand, the one without the arm in a sling. A sharp pain shot through her as he lifted her hand to his lips, she tried not to wince, and smiled happily at her brother.
"Apart from the obvious, how is life with Lord Drache treating you?" He looked her injuries over as he spoke.
"Very well, you are an excellent judge of people Maxius. I am glad to call you brother." He smiled at her praise. It was not a warm smile, but it held a knowing glint.
"That would not be the first thing you called me, Isabel. If I remember back in those barbaric countries, it was Demon. I seem to remember that when I first picked you up from the ground it was Demon and was so, till we reached the great Rome." While he was speaking her gently ran his fingers up and down her arms checking for bruises.
A old witch in a toga came in interrupting there meeting. "Lord Diamedes, can you send your daughter off to sleep, for without a potion, I sure cannot. She will talk and dream of things, in her sleep, but while she does, she is not resting. She needs at least one good sleep, and without a potion, she will not get it." The witch babbled as she closed the curtains on the blinds. She then left without waiting for an answer.
"Not sleeping, mi hijo? Well let me think. What can I think of to make you fall into the deepest sleep? You are a little old for fairy tales, I think. Well what about your favourite story?" He played gently with her hair as he spoke, and gently pushed her down into a sleeping position.
"Once upon a time in a far away place there was a barbaric town. There was no order, no justice, no peace. It was a cold place, rained as well. The people there thought it was the gods crying for them. Humans ran wild, werewolves raided towns, taking babies and raping women. Chaos was there master, the god Loki be told."
"In the ancient land of Rome, the Night World council decided action must be taken to stop this pillage. The people in the land must be helped. So the great council cried out to the nations, of whom were loyal, 'Come forth, to the save the wild kingdom, out of the depths of despair, we will unite out brothers.'"
"The great call was answered by many, who took to arms against the wild folk. Myself and Marcus Arielus took 10,000 of our warriors across the sea. Onward to the Island off the coast of Gaul. They say it's a land of magic, but the only sign we saw was sacrifice."
"We took the town by storm on the first night, the werewolves howled in fear at the sight of us. The witches enchanted spells against us, but our brave and faithful warriors broke through them. Our brethren were crying when they saw us, relieved by the loose of there foul captors. They willingly surrendered and helped fight their once masters."
"The farce they called the other circle, Daybreak was suppose to be leading the wild kingdom. We found no evidence of their power and decided to go straight for their headquarters. We marched Arielus and myself for days on end. We finally reached what they called 'The Great City'. It was a old place, they still had some buildings from before the last millennium."
"We stormed the city, our warriors waiting, gagging for a fight. But the cowards ran. Some did not even bother to collect they're women and children. Eventually the womenfolk realised their precious men had left them. The loyal ran taking their children with them, the whore's stayed to see what they could get."
"Arielus and myself took a look round the city. It was dirty horrible, dead. It was a place I hope never to visit again. On one particularly nasty area there was the sound of crying. Arielus and myself took it upon ourselves to find the source of the cries. In the main hut we found a cradle with a tiny baby shifter in it."
"We fought over the baby. Arielus was a touch hungry and I felt like I needed an extra servant. The baby was obviously of noble birth due to the riches around it and the markings in the house and in the end I thought that it would not be correct to kill it. We fought using mere brawn and brain. I won and took the baby with me."
"I began to regret the mistake as soon as I got back to the camp. The baby did not stop crying. I changed my mind and ordered my maid to dispose of it. I was informed it was gone and continued on my journey."
"When the campaign was finished, 3years later, I returned to the great Spain. I came in a couple of days after I arrived home to find my maid in the garden playing with a young girl shifter. The girl possessed a aura that I remembered. When I looked into her eyes all the memories came flooding back. Those greeny blue eyes haunted my dreams for years."
"Destiny made that maid keep you alive, mi hijo. The girl had grown a lot in beauty and mind. She grew even more her beauty made her an object of much lust, so I kept her away from the crowds. I could not keep from everyone though."
"Her prince charming saw her. He was taken by her. He loved the way her blond hair fell round her face mixed with the sea colour of her eyes. Her milky white skin which made her so different from any he had ever known. And her halo of white/blond that circled her face."
" I knew he would love forever." For some reason Isabelle who had been, drifting off to sleep, was hit by a bolt of horror. Forever... It hit her for some unknown reason. She sat up straight away.
"Are you all right?" Maxius asked. Isabelle shook her head and lay down again.
"Well that's good to hear." A voice said from the entrance.
-*-
Red is back in the next chapter but another that's another days story! HAHAHAHAA!
Review otherwise no another chapter.