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no Red. Terrible thought.
Dolphin: I think I scar myself as the thought of a cheerleader, however we did have a great time. What first two chapters?
Reduara: I know I have more as well, but I want to be able to post regularly so I am keeping you guys a couple of chapters behind me. Anyways I am only on chapter 4. You have no whatit abilty. Tyra ain't dead. And keep that pest under control or I'll call animal control.
Kitten: Great chapters maybe.. But here's the next. I think most of it is explained in chapter 3.. You might still be a bit confused until then.
Pandie: How's chapter 18 for ya? Well Red is in and out for the next few chapters at least. He won't be properly in till along time if ever... You'll get some mush though. Tyra is gonna be around for a while as well. poor you.
Fin: I agree.. Thanks so much that Is really cool! I made someone's day! Her bro does and he's not really her bro... more like adopted father.
Kidnap
Tyra moved into the room, taking in the vampire and Isabelle. "Lord Diamedes. Good to see you again." Maxius nodded to him and moved away from Isabelle, who was nearly asleep again. The last thing Isabelle saw before she drifted off to sleep was Maxius leading Tyra out the room.
She heard jolted peices of conversation before she drifted off totally into dreams. Her sleepy brain could not make any sense of them, " Women", "you did right" and "Put in place."
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Blood. Isabelle was surrounded in blood. Dripping from everywhere. There were people sitting on weird sofas, dead. It was horrible. It was weird disjointed. Not right. They were dead, but they weren't suppose to be dead. They were suppose to live. To look after her. Make her feel better, but they weren't there when she needed them. And she needed them now.
The scene faded before her eyes and another resurrected itself infront of her. A school, full of humans with only a couple of night worlders. A friend, equal, was here beside her, but that wasn't right. She was no equal of a male, not friends with them, she was made to serve them. And this male was human. She wasn't allowed to speak to human males, they would make her corrupt.
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Isabelle woke up to dark. Her eyes scanned the room. There was no one there. She was all alone, for a while at least. She lay back stretching her muscles, her mind taking her far away from here. She enjoyed the freedom of her mind. It could take her far away to Mount Olympus where the gods lived. Zeus, King of the Gods, his wise and cheeky self ruling over hell and heaven.
Hera, Queen of the Goddess and home. Ares, God of War, his lover Aphrodite, Goddess of beauty and grace. Athena Goddess of wisdom and War. She could see them, walking talking meeting. Mere humans running errands, hero vampires being there aids or even becoming gods themselves. Isabella laughed at a vision of Eros sneaking a peak at his mother, Aphrodite and Ares, who were up to lovers kisses.
"Time to get up my dear." A elderly witch came in to the room, shaking Isabelle out of her daydreams. Isabelle slowly removed the sheets from the bed and dragged her body out of the bed. "Come on now, your going for a little fresh air. By the looks of you, you need it." The witch smiled kindly at Isabelle and moved her down the corridor.
They met several other teenage girls who were also going outside. They smiled at Isabelle, but the smiles faded as their eyes went up to her forehead where a scar showed the last evenings events. There was several vampires, a witch and her. On the chain on command she was lowest.
She was shockingly white in a country where everyone was tanned, a shifter in a continent where vampire was king, a woman in a man's world. She was the daughter of one of the most respected fighters and nobles in the country. Tyra was a Drache, but even that was nothing to being a vampire or even witch here. At least she wasn't human.
She focused as the group was lead outside. It was very early, the sun had not set yet, and the hospital was quiet. The witch came up behind her, breathing heavily. They entered out into outside the orange sky glowed. The air soothed Isabelle, all was quiet and normal out here. It was warm and friendly, compared to the stark clean hospital wing.
"What the fuck?" Exclaimed a voice from behind Isabelle. She turned quickly to be confronted by several men advancing towards the girls. The witch beside her screamed. Isabelle backed up towards the threes hoping to run, but an arm grabbed her from behind and she turned to meet the bloodshot eyes of a man. He held her around her waist keeping her firmly where she was. Isabelle struggled but the grip could have been silver.
The girls were all now being held by the men who had appeared from nowhere. When all the girls had stopped struggling, the men moved them forwards towards a waiting covered cart. No noise was elicited by any of the men and the girl's mouth's were covered and they were unable to scream or cry for help.
Isabelle again attempted to loosen the grip that held her, but to no avail. Silently cursing she allowed herself to be pulled into the cart. The rest of the girls were piled in. One man with a nasty scar running from his forehead to his top lip started chaining the girls to the cart with wooden and silver chains. As he did Isabelle's he chucked her under her chin.
Isabelle turned away from him, looking instead one last time, back at the hospital where the elderly witch was going back into the hospital. This had been a well planned kidnap, all the girls by the looks of them were daughters of the rich and powerful or wives, perhaps both. I wonder what they are demanding? Isabelle thought as scarface came to sit next to her on the edge of the cart, blocking any escape for the girls. He grinned flashing pointed vampire teeth. Money? Power? Recognition?
The cart jerked forwards as the old grey mare moved into a steady trot. The motion of the cart threw Isabelle slightly, the cart must have been quite old. The cart was from the outside, Isabelle has noticed, designed to look like a farmers cart, one to carry slaves to and from the market. Unless someone looked in the car there was no way to tell it apart from a slavers cart.
The witch next to Isabelle started to sob. Scarface moved the instant she made a noise, rocking the cart slightly. He brought a ruff cloth from around his neck, a handkerchief maybe, decorated in blue with a gold border, and brought it down on the witches mouth. He tied it tightly round her head and the noise stopped. The witches tears made the gag wet but it did not soften scarface who just smiled at her and turned to address the others.
"If you wish" He spoke in a whisper but an edge of menace touched his voice "to proceed in such a way as this young lady then I will gladly grant you the pleasure of having the same treatment as her." The vampires shut up instantly, not that they were talking, but every move they then proceeded to make was designed to be silent.
Isabelle entertained herself by examining her companions. The one directly opposite her was a vampire, with Ebony black hair which curled tightly and hung in ringlets around her face. Her eyes were brown and held fear, her body had the look of a mouse. All contempt of a vampire over a shifter had vanished and now her eyes pleaded for comfort.
Isabelle noticed that above her head was written in chalk that could easily be rubbed out again 'Sashqua, Michael Niocoli'. Isabelle had heard of Sashqua, she was a well esteemed dancer and daughter of Ceasar Julius, a important politician. Sashqua was suppose to be the model daughter, dutiful to the end. She now looked scared. I wonder why she was in the hospital, thought Isabelle slowly.
Isabelle's eyes traced over the next girl. She also had black hair, in Spain and Italy there was hardly anyone without tanned skin and black or brown hair, the ones what were there were brought in from northern Europe or the United States, who of course had come from northern Europe anyway.
The girls eyes were black as coal and her body was draped calmly over the floor. Her eyes held no emotions. She commanded respect with her appearance and cold manner. Above her was written 'Louisa Elena, Kieran Hadley'. That name was also known to Isabelle. Louisa Elena was a world beauty and cousin of the chancellor of Spain, representative of Spain to the Night World council. She was very popular.
Isabelle's eyes finally rested on the girl based at the opposite end of the cart from Isabelle and consequently scarface. Her face was impassive and her gaze held no fear. Isabelle recognised her straight away, 'Rexina Isiotia, Zaci Leopold.' Confirmed her thoughts. Sister of the leader of the Roman Empire's first and greatest legion she was second to him only. Brown hair fell in an untidy mess about her shoulders and light hazel eyes reflected no light.
The only other occupant of the cart was the witch who sat shivering next to Isabella. The witch was small with brown hair, hinted with auburn streaks. Her eyes were dark brown like a puppy dogs. Her body was frail and thin. Isabelle had to lean forward to see what was written above her and Isabelle herself.
'Maria Anton, Falme Baxter' Isabelle read above the girl. The name meant nothing to Isabelle, and the girl did not look rich nor powerful. Her clothes were worn and her hair a mess. Since no surnames, only first and middle names were mentioned in the chalk writing, Isabelle could not tell about her family.
'Isabelle Talitha, Rex' Isabelle started at the name after hers, the other names were northern European, in a language that Isabelle could not recognise but Rex was Latin. The language of the Night World. The most commonly spoken language in the world. It was not her first language, that was Spanish, but she could speak it fluently enough. The name Rex, meant King.
The cart jerked abruptly cutting Isabelle's trail of thought. It came to a stop, tilting slightly still. Scarface stood up and got out the back of the cart. Letting the cover slide back he moved out of sight. Isabelle shook her chains knowing it was fruitless, she had no added strength of a vampire, but even the vampires could not get out of these chains.
A mumur passed through the cover and Scarface re-appeared still with a maniacal grin plastered on his face. He and a companion climbed back into the cart, tipping it further over. Each moved over to a girl, Isabelle and the girl opposite, Sashqua. Scarface hauled Isabelle out of the cart and onto the ground below.
The sun had just set. They were surrounded by black forest and only a dirt track showed the path Sashqua and Isabelle had to walk down. Scarface held Isabelle's arms behind her back and pushed her down the path. Two more men were at the front of the cart keeping an eye on the girls.
Isabelle suddenly stopped. She was being kidnapped, out of a hospital along with the most powerful girls in the Night World. She had a severe head injury from the night before and her back still held the mark from the time before that. Where were Maxius and Tyra? Where was her hero riding in on a black stallion?
Scarface pushed her onwards, there was a bend in the road and the shining reflections of the ocean shone through the growing night. The inky blackness seeping in, was shook off by lights coming from a boat, moored off shore. The smell of salt water held in the air hit Isabelle. They were going to sea. Panic hit Isabelle.
She heard Sashqua struggle against her captor, failing. Several men stepped off the boat and headed towards the two girls and two men who were making slow progress towards the boat. Two shifters reached Isabelle and took her off Scarface. Scarface said something to them and they laughed, it was in a Northern European language, most likely English, that was the most common, of the wild countries of the North.
The two shifters led her onto the boat down a passage and into a little room. The room like the boat was wooden, ingeniously carved out of Oak. The room had only a bed and a small cupboard. She heard several people pass by her room and the door snapped sharply behind her and the lock jangled into place.
Isabelle moved forward onto the bed and felt the wooden beams of the bed creak under her weight. Suddenly interested in the cupboard. Opening the wooden doors, Isabelle gasped as she found many games she had never heard of before. Naughts and crosses chalk board, Mouse Trap, Truth or Dare and a pack of cards with a 100 card games book.
Sighing slightly Isabelle took the cards out and set out a game of solitaire, that was a game that Maxius had taught her. Pain hit Isabelle as she drowned in memories. Maxius, Tyra and a figure that made her shudder. His eyes full of fire, his hair of blood.
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Hours passed and no outside light made Isabelle loose track of hours even days. Every four hours a guard came to let her go to the bathroom, to wash and go to the toilet. Their was no change of clothes so the girls washed theirs in the wash basin and left it for the next person, when it was dry.
Food was served every six hours and in plentiful supply. Strange food that Isabelle tasted was provided. Spicy, hot, cold a variety of unusual food was served. It was some of the very little excitement that Isabelle got.
In the time she was there she learned every card game she could and could easily beat herself at Mouse Trap. Time passed slowly and Isabelle let her mind take her faraway to the gods. Zeus and Hera. Her personal heaven, but not for her, for the gods, she would never be allowed there. A mere shifter she was not good enough.
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"They've docked, my lord. The transport has been arranged. Slightly better than the transport they had in Spain I hear."
"Good." Li Guan Wu bowed to his lord and moved out the door. "Good" mummered the blood red haired, firey eyed vampire.
"Now we begin to play."
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Tamashii
Dolphin: I think I scar myself as the thought of a cheerleader, however we did have a great time. What first two chapters?
Reduara: I know I have more as well, but I want to be able to post regularly so I am keeping you guys a couple of chapters behind me. Anyways I am only on chapter 4. You have no whatit abilty. Tyra ain't dead. And keep that pest under control or I'll call animal control.
Kitten: Great chapters maybe.. But here's the next. I think most of it is explained in chapter 3.. You might still be a bit confused until then.
Pandie: How's chapter 18 for ya? Well Red is in and out for the next few chapters at least. He won't be properly in till along time if ever... You'll get some mush though. Tyra is gonna be around for a while as well. poor you.
Fin: I agree.. Thanks so much that Is really cool! I made someone's day! Her bro does and he's not really her bro... more like adopted father.
Kidnap
Tyra moved into the room, taking in the vampire and Isabelle. "Lord Diamedes. Good to see you again." Maxius nodded to him and moved away from Isabelle, who was nearly asleep again. The last thing Isabelle saw before she drifted off to sleep was Maxius leading Tyra out the room.
She heard jolted peices of conversation before she drifted off totally into dreams. Her sleepy brain could not make any sense of them, " Women", "you did right" and "Put in place."
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Blood. Isabelle was surrounded in blood. Dripping from everywhere. There were people sitting on weird sofas, dead. It was horrible. It was weird disjointed. Not right. They were dead, but they weren't suppose to be dead. They were suppose to live. To look after her. Make her feel better, but they weren't there when she needed them. And she needed them now.
The scene faded before her eyes and another resurrected itself infront of her. A school, full of humans with only a couple of night worlders. A friend, equal, was here beside her, but that wasn't right. She was no equal of a male, not friends with them, she was made to serve them. And this male was human. She wasn't allowed to speak to human males, they would make her corrupt.
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Isabelle woke up to dark. Her eyes scanned the room. There was no one there. She was all alone, for a while at least. She lay back stretching her muscles, her mind taking her far away from here. She enjoyed the freedom of her mind. It could take her far away to Mount Olympus where the gods lived. Zeus, King of the Gods, his wise and cheeky self ruling over hell and heaven.
Hera, Queen of the Goddess and home. Ares, God of War, his lover Aphrodite, Goddess of beauty and grace. Athena Goddess of wisdom and War. She could see them, walking talking meeting. Mere humans running errands, hero vampires being there aids or even becoming gods themselves. Isabella laughed at a vision of Eros sneaking a peak at his mother, Aphrodite and Ares, who were up to lovers kisses.
"Time to get up my dear." A elderly witch came in to the room, shaking Isabelle out of her daydreams. Isabelle slowly removed the sheets from the bed and dragged her body out of the bed. "Come on now, your going for a little fresh air. By the looks of you, you need it." The witch smiled kindly at Isabelle and moved her down the corridor.
They met several other teenage girls who were also going outside. They smiled at Isabelle, but the smiles faded as their eyes went up to her forehead where a scar showed the last evenings events. There was several vampires, a witch and her. On the chain on command she was lowest.
She was shockingly white in a country where everyone was tanned, a shifter in a continent where vampire was king, a woman in a man's world. She was the daughter of one of the most respected fighters and nobles in the country. Tyra was a Drache, but even that was nothing to being a vampire or even witch here. At least she wasn't human.
She focused as the group was lead outside. It was very early, the sun had not set yet, and the hospital was quiet. The witch came up behind her, breathing heavily. They entered out into outside the orange sky glowed. The air soothed Isabelle, all was quiet and normal out here. It was warm and friendly, compared to the stark clean hospital wing.
"What the fuck?" Exclaimed a voice from behind Isabelle. She turned quickly to be confronted by several men advancing towards the girls. The witch beside her screamed. Isabelle backed up towards the threes hoping to run, but an arm grabbed her from behind and she turned to meet the bloodshot eyes of a man. He held her around her waist keeping her firmly where she was. Isabelle struggled but the grip could have been silver.
The girls were all now being held by the men who had appeared from nowhere. When all the girls had stopped struggling, the men moved them forwards towards a waiting covered cart. No noise was elicited by any of the men and the girl's mouth's were covered and they were unable to scream or cry for help.
Isabelle again attempted to loosen the grip that held her, but to no avail. Silently cursing she allowed herself to be pulled into the cart. The rest of the girls were piled in. One man with a nasty scar running from his forehead to his top lip started chaining the girls to the cart with wooden and silver chains. As he did Isabelle's he chucked her under her chin.
Isabelle turned away from him, looking instead one last time, back at the hospital where the elderly witch was going back into the hospital. This had been a well planned kidnap, all the girls by the looks of them were daughters of the rich and powerful or wives, perhaps both. I wonder what they are demanding? Isabelle thought as scarface came to sit next to her on the edge of the cart, blocking any escape for the girls. He grinned flashing pointed vampire teeth. Money? Power? Recognition?
The cart jerked forwards as the old grey mare moved into a steady trot. The motion of the cart threw Isabelle slightly, the cart must have been quite old. The cart was from the outside, Isabelle has noticed, designed to look like a farmers cart, one to carry slaves to and from the market. Unless someone looked in the car there was no way to tell it apart from a slavers cart.
The witch next to Isabelle started to sob. Scarface moved the instant she made a noise, rocking the cart slightly. He brought a ruff cloth from around his neck, a handkerchief maybe, decorated in blue with a gold border, and brought it down on the witches mouth. He tied it tightly round her head and the noise stopped. The witches tears made the gag wet but it did not soften scarface who just smiled at her and turned to address the others.
"If you wish" He spoke in a whisper but an edge of menace touched his voice "to proceed in such a way as this young lady then I will gladly grant you the pleasure of having the same treatment as her." The vampires shut up instantly, not that they were talking, but every move they then proceeded to make was designed to be silent.
Isabelle entertained herself by examining her companions. The one directly opposite her was a vampire, with Ebony black hair which curled tightly and hung in ringlets around her face. Her eyes were brown and held fear, her body had the look of a mouse. All contempt of a vampire over a shifter had vanished and now her eyes pleaded for comfort.
Isabelle noticed that above her head was written in chalk that could easily be rubbed out again 'Sashqua, Michael Niocoli'. Isabelle had heard of Sashqua, she was a well esteemed dancer and daughter of Ceasar Julius, a important politician. Sashqua was suppose to be the model daughter, dutiful to the end. She now looked scared. I wonder why she was in the hospital, thought Isabelle slowly.
Isabelle's eyes traced over the next girl. She also had black hair, in Spain and Italy there was hardly anyone without tanned skin and black or brown hair, the ones what were there were brought in from northern Europe or the United States, who of course had come from northern Europe anyway.
The girls eyes were black as coal and her body was draped calmly over the floor. Her eyes held no emotions. She commanded respect with her appearance and cold manner. Above her was written 'Louisa Elena, Kieran Hadley'. That name was also known to Isabelle. Louisa Elena was a world beauty and cousin of the chancellor of Spain, representative of Spain to the Night World council. She was very popular.
Isabelle's eyes finally rested on the girl based at the opposite end of the cart from Isabelle and consequently scarface. Her face was impassive and her gaze held no fear. Isabelle recognised her straight away, 'Rexina Isiotia, Zaci Leopold.' Confirmed her thoughts. Sister of the leader of the Roman Empire's first and greatest legion she was second to him only. Brown hair fell in an untidy mess about her shoulders and light hazel eyes reflected no light.
The only other occupant of the cart was the witch who sat shivering next to Isabella. The witch was small with brown hair, hinted with auburn streaks. Her eyes were dark brown like a puppy dogs. Her body was frail and thin. Isabelle had to lean forward to see what was written above her and Isabelle herself.
'Maria Anton, Falme Baxter' Isabelle read above the girl. The name meant nothing to Isabelle, and the girl did not look rich nor powerful. Her clothes were worn and her hair a mess. Since no surnames, only first and middle names were mentioned in the chalk writing, Isabelle could not tell about her family.
'Isabelle Talitha, Rex' Isabelle started at the name after hers, the other names were northern European, in a language that Isabelle could not recognise but Rex was Latin. The language of the Night World. The most commonly spoken language in the world. It was not her first language, that was Spanish, but she could speak it fluently enough. The name Rex, meant King.
The cart jerked abruptly cutting Isabelle's trail of thought. It came to a stop, tilting slightly still. Scarface stood up and got out the back of the cart. Letting the cover slide back he moved out of sight. Isabelle shook her chains knowing it was fruitless, she had no added strength of a vampire, but even the vampires could not get out of these chains.
A mumur passed through the cover and Scarface re-appeared still with a maniacal grin plastered on his face. He and a companion climbed back into the cart, tipping it further over. Each moved over to a girl, Isabelle and the girl opposite, Sashqua. Scarface hauled Isabelle out of the cart and onto the ground below.
The sun had just set. They were surrounded by black forest and only a dirt track showed the path Sashqua and Isabelle had to walk down. Scarface held Isabelle's arms behind her back and pushed her down the path. Two more men were at the front of the cart keeping an eye on the girls.
Isabelle suddenly stopped. She was being kidnapped, out of a hospital along with the most powerful girls in the Night World. She had a severe head injury from the night before and her back still held the mark from the time before that. Where were Maxius and Tyra? Where was her hero riding in on a black stallion?
Scarface pushed her onwards, there was a bend in the road and the shining reflections of the ocean shone through the growing night. The inky blackness seeping in, was shook off by lights coming from a boat, moored off shore. The smell of salt water held in the air hit Isabelle. They were going to sea. Panic hit Isabelle.
She heard Sashqua struggle against her captor, failing. Several men stepped off the boat and headed towards the two girls and two men who were making slow progress towards the boat. Two shifters reached Isabelle and took her off Scarface. Scarface said something to them and they laughed, it was in a Northern European language, most likely English, that was the most common, of the wild countries of the North.
The two shifters led her onto the boat down a passage and into a little room. The room like the boat was wooden, ingeniously carved out of Oak. The room had only a bed and a small cupboard. She heard several people pass by her room and the door snapped sharply behind her and the lock jangled into place.
Isabelle moved forward onto the bed and felt the wooden beams of the bed creak under her weight. Suddenly interested in the cupboard. Opening the wooden doors, Isabelle gasped as she found many games she had never heard of before. Naughts and crosses chalk board, Mouse Trap, Truth or Dare and a pack of cards with a 100 card games book.
Sighing slightly Isabelle took the cards out and set out a game of solitaire, that was a game that Maxius had taught her. Pain hit Isabelle as she drowned in memories. Maxius, Tyra and a figure that made her shudder. His eyes full of fire, his hair of blood.
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Hours passed and no outside light made Isabelle loose track of hours even days. Every four hours a guard came to let her go to the bathroom, to wash and go to the toilet. Their was no change of clothes so the girls washed theirs in the wash basin and left it for the next person, when it was dry.
Food was served every six hours and in plentiful supply. Strange food that Isabelle tasted was provided. Spicy, hot, cold a variety of unusual food was served. It was some of the very little excitement that Isabelle got.
In the time she was there she learned every card game she could and could easily beat herself at Mouse Trap. Time passed slowly and Isabelle let her mind take her faraway to the gods. Zeus and Hera. Her personal heaven, but not for her, for the gods, she would never be allowed there. A mere shifter she was not good enough.
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"They've docked, my lord. The transport has been arranged. Slightly better than the transport they had in Spain I hear."
"Good." Li Guan Wu bowed to his lord and moved out the door. "Good" mummered the blood red haired, firey eyed vampire.
"Now we begin to play."
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Want more? Red is back in town people... Who wants Red? Do you want Red? Well review and you'll get more of him!
Tamashii