Dragon Fire: Well he comes in totally in the next chapter, there is a small
bit in this one. Isabella/Red action that is..
Zabella: I know. I love him to. But guess what? HE'S MINE!
Redaura: Well here you go. Flame is just a nightmare. but what will happen when he meets Red? *evil laugh *
SkyDrache: Here's a little more for ya! Review more and you'll get the Red chapter that actually introduces Red into the main plot.
Nikki: Good. You agree with me then.. *evil laugh *
Airlia de Lioncourt: NO. I have had a few reviews saying that Red is a Jerk. I have the evidence though I personally disagree.
PractikalMagik: Ok. Has anyone one else not understood the time period? Because it's 10,000years in the future, when the council have turned it into a kind of ancient Rome. The vampire's reign is coming to an end and there will be another millennium battle, between shifters and the council. You got that cos I explained it in the last chapter?
Kitty Maxwell: thanks that is so sweet! Please read more!
Anatia Redfern: As ever mon amie I owe you eternal thanks and as ever mon amie you get what you deserve: Red. (but not until another chappie.)
Shelli: Actually I don't think so. Red and being on the losing side just don't figure. peculiar ain't it?
I know who: Yes to all those millions of questions and here you go to the next chapter. Red will have his revenge.
One day I will see a day I want to live until then I struggle to see each day for what good there is in it.
Home? Who could call this home? Isabelle asked herself as she moved up from the fireplace to look out on the landscape. The forest loomed dangerously over a gushing river, a small otter was building a dam in the river. That was something that Isabelle would never see in Spain. Home. Home?
"Bullshit" Sashqua swore. She got up, her white robe flowing behind her. She came and stood beside Isabelle. "You and your kind convinced poor demented vampires to join your side. Soulmates don't exist. Your kind will destroy the world, this stupid fantasy will end soon." Sashqua was a good little vampire girl, use to being in charge of a situation. This was destroying her.
"Ladies I suggest you change your clothes to something a little more suited to the weather." Isabelle spun round to face a stony faced vampire, black hair matched his eyes and his clothes. He radiated control and influence. His voice was deep and menacing.
"You can suggest all you want, but that might not change anything." Sashqua turned slowly away from the window to face the vampire. Her jaw dropped as she saw him. His face did not change as he saw her, but a flicker in his right arm muscles showed a tension flow through him.
"Who are you?" Sashqua asked, moving further away from him. Her breath was short and fast, her face under that olive skin was flushed. Isabelle looked at Sashqua and recognised the same symptoms as a person who has felt something that would kill them. Undoublty falling in love with a rebel would have her killed. That is if they were in the reach of the Empire.
"Niocoli" He said pronouncing it Nik-col-li. "General to the Fourth Fighters. Second to none." Second to none. He must have a boss, Isabelle puzzled. Perhaps he meant the fourth fighters were second to none. Perhaps. He spoke with a slight accent that could have been Russian. His cold eyes were fixed on Sashqua who was in the furthest place she could be from him, without leaving the room. "Your rooms are on the top the floor. Go up the stair until you can't go up anymore."
The instructions were delivered to Isabelle, but Niocoli's eyes never left Sashqua's face. Isabelle headed towards the door, but seeing Sashqua give her the most desperate look Isabelle had ever seen, she halted. Niocoli's face did not move. "Out." He said clearly and precisely. "If you think you are protecting her then, you must ask yourself, would I ever harm my soulmate?"
Isabelle could not help herself. She believed in love. Love made her be with Tyra. Tyra had chosen her because he loved her. He did love her, she knew it. The injuries she received were a mere extra that all wives put up with.
She was luckier than most. She was a shifter, but daughter of a vampire, love of the most important in Spain. She believed in soulmates. She believed her old maids tales of Redfern's giving up their titles and money to be husbands to humans. If Maxuis had ever known that the old maid had told her such ain't council stories then the maid would have been hanged.
Isabelle left Sashqua to the hands of Niocoli, her soulmate. She passed back through the hallway and to the stairs where they had entered. The human and Marie still knelt at the bottom absorbed in each other's eyes. She passed them and headed up the stairs. At the top it split into two staircases, one to the left, one to the right.
She took the right. There was a corridor with lots of rooms. There were doors everywhere. In Spain there was corridors, to keep the air moving, only doors onto the street. She looked round for the next lot of stairs. They were positioned between the left and right staircases. At the top of this new lot of stairs it split again.
From behind one of the doors, preceded the sound of a female's groaning loudly. Blushing profusely Isabelle moved up the stairs. Again taking the right Isabelle reached another floor. The doors were more sparsely spaced on this floor. Thsi probably meant these were for more important people, she thought, then thought, why was she on the top floor then?
She continued up the next lot of stairs and took the right again. She found herself on the top floor. There was no where more to go up. On this floor there was only one door. Isabelle closed her eyes and breathed in. Controlling herself she pulled down the handle to the door. The door didn't open. She realised she had her eyes closed.
Isabelle looked down at her hand. It had just pushed the handle down, not forwards. She pushed the door forwards. Isabelle unconsciously closed her eyes. In her minds eye she saw Tyra turn to greet her and welcome her into his arms. Take her faraway from this awful place. Take her back to Spain, where they could spend there winters in Granada and Barcelona and in summer visit Rome.
She opened her eyes. The room was empty. No one was there. "No." She heard herself say. Tears filled her eyes. Ignoring them, Isabelle moved into the room to explore. It was a kitchen at one end with weird things and no fire. There was cushioned covered seats and a big black box. It was about two inches thick, but 20 long.
There was three doors off the room. She went towards one. Pulling down and backwards on the handle she opened it to "EEEEWWWW" . It screamed at her. She screamed along with it and slammed the door fast. It stopped and she found herself screaming alone in this room. Taking deep breath she went to close the door to the stairs.
Isabelle regained her breath and headed towards the final door. She opened it a crack and she saw something black move very fast. It could by Tyra, she thought quickly covering her original thought. She opened the door cautiously. The room was blood red with a massive double bed in it. There was wooden furniture in the shape of a cupboard and a bedside table but that was it.
There was a window slightly ajar and a door also slightly ajar. He could be behind the door, I mean Tyra, thought Isabelle. She flung open the door to reveal an empty bathroom. The tears re-appeared leaving there mark down her face. Isabelle collapsed on the bed. She was sure she had seen something, and she knew that nothing but a bird could have gone out the window, and Tyra was not a bird shifter and neither was he.
He. Not possible. He didn't exist. No one could have that colour eyes. Even if they could, their would be no way they could be her soulmate. Blood red hair. Firey yellow eyes. No one like that could exist.
Isabelle had dreamed of him since her maid had told her about soulmates. Isabelle had invented him. Created his eyes, his hair, his body even his character in her mind. He watched her play out in the garden. He watched her go to balls with Maxius. He had even watched her meet Tyra. He was with her every second. He could see out her eyes, he could feel her every emotion.
He didn't exist. He was not there. He was a figment of her imagination. She had Tyra. Soulmates don't exist. No she could not believe that, whatever else she believed she had to believe in Soulmates. It was the only bit on sanity she had left. Isabelle collapsed on the bed. She needed to sleep. Now. She didn't want to think anymore.
-*-
Isabelle woke to the sounds of silence. She opened her eyes. He was next to her, sitting on the bed. He looked exactly as he should. His beauty overwhelmed Isabelle. He was so like Ares, god of war, only more dangerous. Isabelle sat up on the bed immediately.
He didn't speak. Isabelle just smiled at him and put one of her hands behind the back of his neck, and pulled him down on top of her. He resisted at first then followed her down. He lay on top of her for a second then started moving.
-*-
Isabelle woke up with a start. She sat bolt upright and looked to the other side of the bed. It was empty. It had been a dream. All that pleasure was to much to be real anyway. It wasn't the first time she had had that dream. It just seemed more real that time, stronger. Like the bond between them had been stronger, they were closer.
Isabelle stop being fanciful. You have Tyra, he is all you ever wanted. No he's not, that little voice nagged. Isabelle shook her head and headed into the bathroom. It had a bath, or a large basin. Bath's in Spain were big enough to stand up in and swim lengths.
And there was a shower, Isabelle noted. She looked at a metal object sticking out the wall. It had a red half and a blue. It probably meant that the shower had a heat control, she thought. It was so different from home. All this belonged to a different world, one she wasn't part of, but someone obviously wanted her to be part of it.
Turning the dial on the shower she slowly stripped off the toga that she had been wearing for almost 48 hours and stepped under the warm tap. The water dripped down her body and she slowly scrubbed off the two days worth of mud and dust.
When she had finished, she stepped into the bedroom again, her eyes franticly searching for clues to the existence of the guy she dreamed of. None was to be found and Isabelle knew that she had dreamed it. Heading towards the wardrobe she found some clothes, that she had no idea how to wear. She found a toga near the back and slipped it on. In this weather she might well freeze to death, but having no idea how to wear anything else, Isabelle decided to freeze.
Heading out the bedroom she discovered all was as it was the evening before, the kitchen to the lounge. Isabelle sidled slowly passed all the machines and gadgets, into the hallway. Moving slowly down the stairs she saw two girls laughing and joking heading down the stairs, She followed them careful not to make a sound.
The girls entered down the left hand corridor when they had reached the first floor. Isabelle crept down the corridor making sure she was not seen. "What the hell are you doing?" Came a startled voice from behind her. Isabelle jumped and managed a sheepish smile.
"Uh. I wanted to find out where everyone was going so I was following them." The guy, about 19 with ash blond hair and Redfern eyes smiled at her.
"Really? Well I am Donnatello Redfern." He smiled. His eyes flashing to a bright green before settling back into a bluey green. "Everyone is going to have a little exercise. I insist you join us." With that he picked her up over his shoulder and walked down the corridor. They passed the two girls who looked amused, and Isabelle thought she heard one of them say 'Young soulmates'.
Was this her soulmate? She felt no electricity between him and her. But he was nice, No she could not think that. Tyra was nicer. He was everything to her. He was her world, But...
Isabelle shock her head. Impossible that that boy should exist and impossible that he was her soulmate. Impossible as it was the rebels had technology that could allow you to have controlled temperatures of water when showering.
They had entered a room which was as large as the plaza was back home. There was three sections. One where men were putting heavy weights above themselves, or they should have been heavy by the expressions on the boys faces. One where the girls sat, lying on sofas and reclining on cushions. Most had some kind of mud put on their faces. One was a massive turquaise warer bath where Donnatello was leading her.
"Don't you dare." Commanded Isabelle, but a second later she felt herself fly through the air.
-*-
Poor Isabelle. No Red yet..... Well maybe in the next chapter if I get enough reviews.....
Zabella: I know. I love him to. But guess what? HE'S MINE!
Redaura: Well here you go. Flame is just a nightmare. but what will happen when he meets Red? *evil laugh *
SkyDrache: Here's a little more for ya! Review more and you'll get the Red chapter that actually introduces Red into the main plot.
Nikki: Good. You agree with me then.. *evil laugh *
Airlia de Lioncourt: NO. I have had a few reviews saying that Red is a Jerk. I have the evidence though I personally disagree.
PractikalMagik: Ok. Has anyone one else not understood the time period? Because it's 10,000years in the future, when the council have turned it into a kind of ancient Rome. The vampire's reign is coming to an end and there will be another millennium battle, between shifters and the council. You got that cos I explained it in the last chapter?
Kitty Maxwell: thanks that is so sweet! Please read more!
Anatia Redfern: As ever mon amie I owe you eternal thanks and as ever mon amie you get what you deserve: Red. (but not until another chappie.)
Shelli: Actually I don't think so. Red and being on the losing side just don't figure. peculiar ain't it?
I know who: Yes to all those millions of questions and here you go to the next chapter. Red will have his revenge.
One day I will see a day I want to live until then I struggle to see each day for what good there is in it.
Home? Who could call this home? Isabelle asked herself as she moved up from the fireplace to look out on the landscape. The forest loomed dangerously over a gushing river, a small otter was building a dam in the river. That was something that Isabelle would never see in Spain. Home. Home?
"Bullshit" Sashqua swore. She got up, her white robe flowing behind her. She came and stood beside Isabelle. "You and your kind convinced poor demented vampires to join your side. Soulmates don't exist. Your kind will destroy the world, this stupid fantasy will end soon." Sashqua was a good little vampire girl, use to being in charge of a situation. This was destroying her.
"Ladies I suggest you change your clothes to something a little more suited to the weather." Isabelle spun round to face a stony faced vampire, black hair matched his eyes and his clothes. He radiated control and influence. His voice was deep and menacing.
"You can suggest all you want, but that might not change anything." Sashqua turned slowly away from the window to face the vampire. Her jaw dropped as she saw him. His face did not change as he saw her, but a flicker in his right arm muscles showed a tension flow through him.
"Who are you?" Sashqua asked, moving further away from him. Her breath was short and fast, her face under that olive skin was flushed. Isabelle looked at Sashqua and recognised the same symptoms as a person who has felt something that would kill them. Undoublty falling in love with a rebel would have her killed. That is if they were in the reach of the Empire.
"Niocoli" He said pronouncing it Nik-col-li. "General to the Fourth Fighters. Second to none." Second to none. He must have a boss, Isabelle puzzled. Perhaps he meant the fourth fighters were second to none. Perhaps. He spoke with a slight accent that could have been Russian. His cold eyes were fixed on Sashqua who was in the furthest place she could be from him, without leaving the room. "Your rooms are on the top the floor. Go up the stair until you can't go up anymore."
The instructions were delivered to Isabelle, but Niocoli's eyes never left Sashqua's face. Isabelle headed towards the door, but seeing Sashqua give her the most desperate look Isabelle had ever seen, she halted. Niocoli's face did not move. "Out." He said clearly and precisely. "If you think you are protecting her then, you must ask yourself, would I ever harm my soulmate?"
Isabelle could not help herself. She believed in love. Love made her be with Tyra. Tyra had chosen her because he loved her. He did love her, she knew it. The injuries she received were a mere extra that all wives put up with.
She was luckier than most. She was a shifter, but daughter of a vampire, love of the most important in Spain. She believed in soulmates. She believed her old maids tales of Redfern's giving up their titles and money to be husbands to humans. If Maxuis had ever known that the old maid had told her such ain't council stories then the maid would have been hanged.
Isabelle left Sashqua to the hands of Niocoli, her soulmate. She passed back through the hallway and to the stairs where they had entered. The human and Marie still knelt at the bottom absorbed in each other's eyes. She passed them and headed up the stairs. At the top it split into two staircases, one to the left, one to the right.
She took the right. There was a corridor with lots of rooms. There were doors everywhere. In Spain there was corridors, to keep the air moving, only doors onto the street. She looked round for the next lot of stairs. They were positioned between the left and right staircases. At the top of this new lot of stairs it split again.
From behind one of the doors, preceded the sound of a female's groaning loudly. Blushing profusely Isabelle moved up the stairs. Again taking the right Isabelle reached another floor. The doors were more sparsely spaced on this floor. Thsi probably meant these were for more important people, she thought, then thought, why was she on the top floor then?
She continued up the next lot of stairs and took the right again. She found herself on the top floor. There was no where more to go up. On this floor there was only one door. Isabelle closed her eyes and breathed in. Controlling herself she pulled down the handle to the door. The door didn't open. She realised she had her eyes closed.
Isabelle looked down at her hand. It had just pushed the handle down, not forwards. She pushed the door forwards. Isabelle unconsciously closed her eyes. In her minds eye she saw Tyra turn to greet her and welcome her into his arms. Take her faraway from this awful place. Take her back to Spain, where they could spend there winters in Granada and Barcelona and in summer visit Rome.
She opened her eyes. The room was empty. No one was there. "No." She heard herself say. Tears filled her eyes. Ignoring them, Isabelle moved into the room to explore. It was a kitchen at one end with weird things and no fire. There was cushioned covered seats and a big black box. It was about two inches thick, but 20 long.
There was three doors off the room. She went towards one. Pulling down and backwards on the handle she opened it to "EEEEWWWW" . It screamed at her. She screamed along with it and slammed the door fast. It stopped and she found herself screaming alone in this room. Taking deep breath she went to close the door to the stairs.
Isabelle regained her breath and headed towards the final door. She opened it a crack and she saw something black move very fast. It could by Tyra, she thought quickly covering her original thought. She opened the door cautiously. The room was blood red with a massive double bed in it. There was wooden furniture in the shape of a cupboard and a bedside table but that was it.
There was a window slightly ajar and a door also slightly ajar. He could be behind the door, I mean Tyra, thought Isabelle. She flung open the door to reveal an empty bathroom. The tears re-appeared leaving there mark down her face. Isabelle collapsed on the bed. She was sure she had seen something, and she knew that nothing but a bird could have gone out the window, and Tyra was not a bird shifter and neither was he.
He. Not possible. He didn't exist. No one could have that colour eyes. Even if they could, their would be no way they could be her soulmate. Blood red hair. Firey yellow eyes. No one like that could exist.
Isabelle had dreamed of him since her maid had told her about soulmates. Isabelle had invented him. Created his eyes, his hair, his body even his character in her mind. He watched her play out in the garden. He watched her go to balls with Maxius. He had even watched her meet Tyra. He was with her every second. He could see out her eyes, he could feel her every emotion.
He didn't exist. He was not there. He was a figment of her imagination. She had Tyra. Soulmates don't exist. No she could not believe that, whatever else she believed she had to believe in Soulmates. It was the only bit on sanity she had left. Isabelle collapsed on the bed. She needed to sleep. Now. She didn't want to think anymore.
-*-
Isabelle woke to the sounds of silence. She opened her eyes. He was next to her, sitting on the bed. He looked exactly as he should. His beauty overwhelmed Isabelle. He was so like Ares, god of war, only more dangerous. Isabelle sat up on the bed immediately.
He didn't speak. Isabelle just smiled at him and put one of her hands behind the back of his neck, and pulled him down on top of her. He resisted at first then followed her down. He lay on top of her for a second then started moving.
-*-
Isabelle woke up with a start. She sat bolt upright and looked to the other side of the bed. It was empty. It had been a dream. All that pleasure was to much to be real anyway. It wasn't the first time she had had that dream. It just seemed more real that time, stronger. Like the bond between them had been stronger, they were closer.
Isabelle stop being fanciful. You have Tyra, he is all you ever wanted. No he's not, that little voice nagged. Isabelle shook her head and headed into the bathroom. It had a bath, or a large basin. Bath's in Spain were big enough to stand up in and swim lengths.
And there was a shower, Isabelle noted. She looked at a metal object sticking out the wall. It had a red half and a blue. It probably meant that the shower had a heat control, she thought. It was so different from home. All this belonged to a different world, one she wasn't part of, but someone obviously wanted her to be part of it.
Turning the dial on the shower she slowly stripped off the toga that she had been wearing for almost 48 hours and stepped under the warm tap. The water dripped down her body and she slowly scrubbed off the two days worth of mud and dust.
When she had finished, she stepped into the bedroom again, her eyes franticly searching for clues to the existence of the guy she dreamed of. None was to be found and Isabelle knew that she had dreamed it. Heading towards the wardrobe she found some clothes, that she had no idea how to wear. She found a toga near the back and slipped it on. In this weather she might well freeze to death, but having no idea how to wear anything else, Isabelle decided to freeze.
Heading out the bedroom she discovered all was as it was the evening before, the kitchen to the lounge. Isabelle sidled slowly passed all the machines and gadgets, into the hallway. Moving slowly down the stairs she saw two girls laughing and joking heading down the stairs, She followed them careful not to make a sound.
The girls entered down the left hand corridor when they had reached the first floor. Isabelle crept down the corridor making sure she was not seen. "What the hell are you doing?" Came a startled voice from behind her. Isabelle jumped and managed a sheepish smile.
"Uh. I wanted to find out where everyone was going so I was following them." The guy, about 19 with ash blond hair and Redfern eyes smiled at her.
"Really? Well I am Donnatello Redfern." He smiled. His eyes flashing to a bright green before settling back into a bluey green. "Everyone is going to have a little exercise. I insist you join us." With that he picked her up over his shoulder and walked down the corridor. They passed the two girls who looked amused, and Isabelle thought she heard one of them say 'Young soulmates'.
Was this her soulmate? She felt no electricity between him and her. But he was nice, No she could not think that. Tyra was nicer. He was everything to her. He was her world, But...
Isabelle shock her head. Impossible that that boy should exist and impossible that he was her soulmate. Impossible as it was the rebels had technology that could allow you to have controlled temperatures of water when showering.
They had entered a room which was as large as the plaza was back home. There was three sections. One where men were putting heavy weights above themselves, or they should have been heavy by the expressions on the boys faces. One where the girls sat, lying on sofas and reclining on cushions. Most had some kind of mud put on their faces. One was a massive turquaise warer bath where Donnatello was leading her.
"Don't you dare." Commanded Isabelle, but a second later she felt herself fly through the air.
-*-
Poor Isabelle. No Red yet..... Well maybe in the next chapter if I get enough reviews.....