This chapter is dedicated to Anatia Redfern.
Redaura: Dude this is what you asked for so this is what you get. Oh and homicide is my speciality rather than torture, that's my hobby
Dolphin: Silver dead.. (
Kitty: Ok ok. It was Marie.. No one special.
Shelli: *faints from lack of support from reviewer over crapness of punctation*
Zabella: it's not
Kitten: I have written out up to chapter I think 7 or 8 at the mo. I am several chapters ahead of you guys (to keep me sane). So I know exactly what will happen. :-b
Nikki: well sorry. It was neither. But in the up and coming chapters I promise to give you Red in all his glory.
Redaura: cos dolphins are all peacefull and I didn't think she'd be a lion or a dove.
Pandie: Ummm. Well I actually feel sympathy for Tyra, cos he has lost his wife and all that in one blow. You probably will later..*looks guilty* oh yeah forgot about that..
Sky Drache: ahh poor you.. I hope reading Red cheered you up. Thanks so much for your review. It means a lot.
Times may change but people remain the same.
"Isabelle, please. Stop." Maria called out behind her. "You have to help us. Please. Falme is down there and he might get hurt, Tyra might hurt him. Please. Please." Isabelle turned back to Maria. She couldn't speak. There was nothing to say. There was nothing she could say.
"Please?" Maria pleaded her eyes pulling on a memory from a time a long time again. Isabelle's vision faded and was replaced by a time she had forgotten. A time where fear and war reigned free. Where Ares, the god of war played with man and vampire the same. Death and horror, fear and even compassion took second place to sorrow.
A time which legends were told. Soulmates, love, power hopes and dreams, this was there age. They were all there. She had lived then. She had been born then. She was a witch then. She had golden blond hair and turquoise eyes. She had been sixteen when she had met him. Him. Her soulmate. Him, Red.
But she had run away from him. She had gone from safety into danger because she wanted to fight. She had wanted to win, let daylight triumph over night. They had not and the vampires had taken over. Then sorrow. Great sorrow. Terrible sorrow. Great pain. Grief.
She had died. Killed by her love of equality, the same love that had driven her away from him in the first place. Isabella Abforth had died. Or as he had said Meurtrier. His surname. They were as good as married. Tyra? He was not half the man that Red was. Red. Red?! Him.
She loved him. Oh goddess how much she loved him. Isabella turned back round headed immediately towards the stairs. He was at the bottom of that stairs his eyes flashing a sunrise yellow. Isabella ran down the stairs and onto him. She leapt through the air onto his back. "Why didn't you tell me?" Isabella squealed into his ear.
Red raised and eyebrow and flipped her body off his back and infront of him. "I have waited 10,000 years for this, so give me a minute, Isabella will ya?" Isabella laughed and hugged him squeezing him so tightly.
"No." She informed him matter of factly. Red removed her effectively off his middle and picked her up so her eyes were level with his. She gazed into his eyes amazed at what she saw. "I never forgot you. Even when you told the council that you would support them and I ran away. And I'll never forget you and the fact were engaged and you owe me a ring."
Isabella waited for him to speak, but all he was doing was staring. She laughed and moved into kiss him. "Isabelle!" Maxius barked the order like it was the order to the ninth legion. She shook her head. Isabelle turned to look at Maxius, a second later Isabella looked deep into the eyes of Red.
"Yes?" Inquired Isabelle. Red lowered her down to the ground. Isabella looked back at Red. "And Red if you forfill that plan that you have been building up for the last few minutes, I will go back to Spain." Isabelle jumped slightly as she heard herself speak in a different language. English. From before.
Memories filled Isabelle mind. How could she have lived then? It was so different. "You, you two are engaged?" Tyra's shaky voice echoed through the hallway. Isabella turned her head to him. He looked suddenly many years younger. His face seemed childish and innocent as the night's sky danced infront of him.
"We need to talk." Isabelle told him, breaking her embrace to Red. "I seem to remember a lake at the bottom of the garden. We can go there. We shall not be disturbed." Isabella told him, making a sharp point towards Red. He nodded and make sharp orders in a language that only his men knew.
Isabelle walked out the door and floated down the path to the lake. She heard Tyra follow her. Sitting on the edge of the lake, she dipped her feet in the icy water. Tyra sat down beside her. A silence followed them.
"Who are you?" Was the first reaction that Tyra gave.
"Honestly I do not know. Do you believe in soulmates? If you do believe, then Red is mine. If you don't I have no way to explain." Isabelle throw a stone in the murky water. A guard woke up on the battlements and eyed Isabelle interestedly.
"When did you become engaged?" Tyra's voice shook. Isabelle looked into his eyes. They were dull and lifeless.
"Nearly 10,000years ago. This is not my first life. I do not know why I have come back. I just am back. I remember before. I was a witch, the humans ruled. I was a daybreaker and Red fought for the Night World council. That was a long time ago. Now here, back in Britain I suppose. Under the vampire rule which will end. It will. The signs are there."
Isabelle threw another stone into the water. She saw Tyra looking directly into her eyes. She looked back into his. "I will always love you, but I will always belong to him. I love you." Isabella got up and ran to the house. Coming into the servants entrance Isabella rushed up the stairs.
Getting away from everyone Isabella shut herself in her room. She sank to her knees back against the wall. Tears streamed down her face and overflowed out of her eyes. Sobs choked out of her mouth. Pain rippled through every muscle in her body.
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Isabella moved. Silence was deafening in the house. Nothing moved and no one spoke. She crepted out the door to the bedroom. The stairs were deserted. No one was anywhere. Isabella jumped as a creak came from below.
Hushed voices issued from below and informed her that they had heard her. She hurried down the stairs. She had been crying for many hours and had only woken to the real world a few minutes ago. Something must have happened. The stench of blood hit her.
Marie's soulmate came up the stairs to meet her. She passed him, he stopped her again. She bypassed him. He grabbed her. She bit his arm. He yelped and kneeled down nursing him arm. Heading down the stairs she saw bodies being moved out the house.
A small scream escaped her mouth as her lover passed on a stretcher. Taking two steps at a time she ran down the stairs behind him. Niocoli stopped her and held her back. She saw why. Isabella's vision faded before her face. Her eyes had no more tears to give, but her voice was fully alive. Her screams echoed through the silent house.
Niocoli pulled her back from the corpse. A trail of blood followed it. The body of Tyra had only the face recognisable out of the entire body. The torso was mutated and blood swam in the many gashes. His arms had been skined along with his legs. His neck was missing.
Niocoli pulled her back up the stairs. He pulled her into the first floor room labelled 'Girls'. He then closed and locked the door. Isabella raised her head to see the all the girls talking and laughing, passing round chips and fiddling with a wide screen tv. Marie and Sashqua were among them.
"Are you all right kiddo?" A merry human asked from a corner. Several girls came up beside her and pulled her onto the soft cushions surrounding them.
"How do you get this damn thing to work? They stuff us all in here and expect us to just watch tv, when they are the only ones who are old enough to remember how to. Men!" A witch beside the tv complained. Several nods and agreements followed.
"Push the black button." Offered Isabella. The witch did so and the tv flickered to life. A look of amazement passed through the crowd and questions followed but Isabella had drifted back into her own world. Marie placed a firm arm around Isabella.
"You know Alex thinks that I could be a model, you know one of those people who show off clothes. But he said that to Hayley as well I guess." A shifter, probably cat, by her blue eyes and black hair.
"Who's Hayley?" Sashqua asked, munching a crisp. The shifter turned her attention to Sashqua and explained.
"Oh yes, you wouldn't know. My soulmate is Tarcus Alexius, you know that really, really tall brown haired vampire. Yeah, Hayley is his wife in Rome, but he left her two thousand years ago, but he still visits her every year. She madly is in love with him. He only goes to visit her, because she is the most beautiful person in Rome."
"The Tarcus Alexius? Hayley Salva? The Helen of the modern world? You must be joking. My father met her once, I don't think he has ever recovered." Sniggers passed round the room. "And you let him go? I mean you let Alex go to her, though you know it's just to take her to bed?"
"Yes. I know he loves me, I am his soulmate. He takes her to bed, but I don't think he would ever love her. How can you really love someone, in comparison to the way you love your soulmate? Come on back me up here, Chantelle, I mean doesn't Tim go whore picking when in Rome?" A murmur of agreement passed from the witch fiddling with the tv.
"Ladies please refrain from discussing such unfortunate peoples when alone." Marie's soulmate poked his head round the door grinning. He quickly removed his head as many low flying objects came hurtling towards him.
"Hey, I worked in Rome on the streets for a while." Cried a vampire from Sashqua's side.
"I wonder why I recognised you." Marie's soulmate returned grinning at Marie.
"Falme Baxter! You.. You just drive me up the wall. Uhhhh." Cried Marie heading towards him. He grabbed her forward and dragged her out the room. Giggles came from behind the closed door. Laughs erupted from the girls.
"So" Started Chantelle, "Who's your soulmate?" She asked Isabella. "And what is your name?"
"Isabella Meurtrier Drache. Red Meurtrier." Isabella answer taking no pleasure in the amazed silence and the humour of the situation. The door opened. "Speak of the devil." Murmured Chantelle. Red ignored her and looked directly at Isabella. She got up and followed him out. He locked the door to the girls behind him and led her upstairs.
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hehehehehe..... all alone... what will they get up to?
Review and I'll tell you
Redaura: Dude this is what you asked for so this is what you get. Oh and homicide is my speciality rather than torture, that's my hobby
Dolphin: Silver dead.. (
Kitty: Ok ok. It was Marie.. No one special.
Shelli: *faints from lack of support from reviewer over crapness of punctation*
Zabella: it's not
Kitten: I have written out up to chapter I think 7 or 8 at the mo. I am several chapters ahead of you guys (to keep me sane). So I know exactly what will happen. :-b
Nikki: well sorry. It was neither. But in the up and coming chapters I promise to give you Red in all his glory.
Redaura: cos dolphins are all peacefull and I didn't think she'd be a lion or a dove.
Pandie: Ummm. Well I actually feel sympathy for Tyra, cos he has lost his wife and all that in one blow. You probably will later..*looks guilty* oh yeah forgot about that..
Sky Drache: ahh poor you.. I hope reading Red cheered you up. Thanks so much for your review. It means a lot.
Times may change but people remain the same.
"Isabelle, please. Stop." Maria called out behind her. "You have to help us. Please. Falme is down there and he might get hurt, Tyra might hurt him. Please. Please." Isabelle turned back to Maria. She couldn't speak. There was nothing to say. There was nothing she could say.
"Please?" Maria pleaded her eyes pulling on a memory from a time a long time again. Isabelle's vision faded and was replaced by a time she had forgotten. A time where fear and war reigned free. Where Ares, the god of war played with man and vampire the same. Death and horror, fear and even compassion took second place to sorrow.
A time which legends were told. Soulmates, love, power hopes and dreams, this was there age. They were all there. She had lived then. She had been born then. She was a witch then. She had golden blond hair and turquoise eyes. She had been sixteen when she had met him. Him. Her soulmate. Him, Red.
But she had run away from him. She had gone from safety into danger because she wanted to fight. She had wanted to win, let daylight triumph over night. They had not and the vampires had taken over. Then sorrow. Great sorrow. Terrible sorrow. Great pain. Grief.
She had died. Killed by her love of equality, the same love that had driven her away from him in the first place. Isabella Abforth had died. Or as he had said Meurtrier. His surname. They were as good as married. Tyra? He was not half the man that Red was. Red. Red?! Him.
She loved him. Oh goddess how much she loved him. Isabella turned back round headed immediately towards the stairs. He was at the bottom of that stairs his eyes flashing a sunrise yellow. Isabella ran down the stairs and onto him. She leapt through the air onto his back. "Why didn't you tell me?" Isabella squealed into his ear.
Red raised and eyebrow and flipped her body off his back and infront of him. "I have waited 10,000 years for this, so give me a minute, Isabella will ya?" Isabella laughed and hugged him squeezing him so tightly.
"No." She informed him matter of factly. Red removed her effectively off his middle and picked her up so her eyes were level with his. She gazed into his eyes amazed at what she saw. "I never forgot you. Even when you told the council that you would support them and I ran away. And I'll never forget you and the fact were engaged and you owe me a ring."
Isabella waited for him to speak, but all he was doing was staring. She laughed and moved into kiss him. "Isabelle!" Maxius barked the order like it was the order to the ninth legion. She shook her head. Isabelle turned to look at Maxius, a second later Isabella looked deep into the eyes of Red.
"Yes?" Inquired Isabelle. Red lowered her down to the ground. Isabella looked back at Red. "And Red if you forfill that plan that you have been building up for the last few minutes, I will go back to Spain." Isabelle jumped slightly as she heard herself speak in a different language. English. From before.
Memories filled Isabelle mind. How could she have lived then? It was so different. "You, you two are engaged?" Tyra's shaky voice echoed through the hallway. Isabella turned her head to him. He looked suddenly many years younger. His face seemed childish and innocent as the night's sky danced infront of him.
"We need to talk." Isabelle told him, breaking her embrace to Red. "I seem to remember a lake at the bottom of the garden. We can go there. We shall not be disturbed." Isabella told him, making a sharp point towards Red. He nodded and make sharp orders in a language that only his men knew.
Isabelle walked out the door and floated down the path to the lake. She heard Tyra follow her. Sitting on the edge of the lake, she dipped her feet in the icy water. Tyra sat down beside her. A silence followed them.
"Who are you?" Was the first reaction that Tyra gave.
"Honestly I do not know. Do you believe in soulmates? If you do believe, then Red is mine. If you don't I have no way to explain." Isabelle throw a stone in the murky water. A guard woke up on the battlements and eyed Isabelle interestedly.
"When did you become engaged?" Tyra's voice shook. Isabelle looked into his eyes. They were dull and lifeless.
"Nearly 10,000years ago. This is not my first life. I do not know why I have come back. I just am back. I remember before. I was a witch, the humans ruled. I was a daybreaker and Red fought for the Night World council. That was a long time ago. Now here, back in Britain I suppose. Under the vampire rule which will end. It will. The signs are there."
Isabelle threw another stone into the water. She saw Tyra looking directly into her eyes. She looked back into his. "I will always love you, but I will always belong to him. I love you." Isabella got up and ran to the house. Coming into the servants entrance Isabella rushed up the stairs.
Getting away from everyone Isabella shut herself in her room. She sank to her knees back against the wall. Tears streamed down her face and overflowed out of her eyes. Sobs choked out of her mouth. Pain rippled through every muscle in her body.
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Isabella moved. Silence was deafening in the house. Nothing moved and no one spoke. She crepted out the door to the bedroom. The stairs were deserted. No one was anywhere. Isabella jumped as a creak came from below.
Hushed voices issued from below and informed her that they had heard her. She hurried down the stairs. She had been crying for many hours and had only woken to the real world a few minutes ago. Something must have happened. The stench of blood hit her.
Marie's soulmate came up the stairs to meet her. She passed him, he stopped her again. She bypassed him. He grabbed her. She bit his arm. He yelped and kneeled down nursing him arm. Heading down the stairs she saw bodies being moved out the house.
A small scream escaped her mouth as her lover passed on a stretcher. Taking two steps at a time she ran down the stairs behind him. Niocoli stopped her and held her back. She saw why. Isabella's vision faded before her face. Her eyes had no more tears to give, but her voice was fully alive. Her screams echoed through the silent house.
Niocoli pulled her back from the corpse. A trail of blood followed it. The body of Tyra had only the face recognisable out of the entire body. The torso was mutated and blood swam in the many gashes. His arms had been skined along with his legs. His neck was missing.
Niocoli pulled her back up the stairs. He pulled her into the first floor room labelled 'Girls'. He then closed and locked the door. Isabella raised her head to see the all the girls talking and laughing, passing round chips and fiddling with a wide screen tv. Marie and Sashqua were among them.
"Are you all right kiddo?" A merry human asked from a corner. Several girls came up beside her and pulled her onto the soft cushions surrounding them.
"How do you get this damn thing to work? They stuff us all in here and expect us to just watch tv, when they are the only ones who are old enough to remember how to. Men!" A witch beside the tv complained. Several nods and agreements followed.
"Push the black button." Offered Isabella. The witch did so and the tv flickered to life. A look of amazement passed through the crowd and questions followed but Isabella had drifted back into her own world. Marie placed a firm arm around Isabella.
"You know Alex thinks that I could be a model, you know one of those people who show off clothes. But he said that to Hayley as well I guess." A shifter, probably cat, by her blue eyes and black hair.
"Who's Hayley?" Sashqua asked, munching a crisp. The shifter turned her attention to Sashqua and explained.
"Oh yes, you wouldn't know. My soulmate is Tarcus Alexius, you know that really, really tall brown haired vampire. Yeah, Hayley is his wife in Rome, but he left her two thousand years ago, but he still visits her every year. She madly is in love with him. He only goes to visit her, because she is the most beautiful person in Rome."
"The Tarcus Alexius? Hayley Salva? The Helen of the modern world? You must be joking. My father met her once, I don't think he has ever recovered." Sniggers passed round the room. "And you let him go? I mean you let Alex go to her, though you know it's just to take her to bed?"
"Yes. I know he loves me, I am his soulmate. He takes her to bed, but I don't think he would ever love her. How can you really love someone, in comparison to the way you love your soulmate? Come on back me up here, Chantelle, I mean doesn't Tim go whore picking when in Rome?" A murmur of agreement passed from the witch fiddling with the tv.
"Ladies please refrain from discussing such unfortunate peoples when alone." Marie's soulmate poked his head round the door grinning. He quickly removed his head as many low flying objects came hurtling towards him.
"Hey, I worked in Rome on the streets for a while." Cried a vampire from Sashqua's side.
"I wonder why I recognised you." Marie's soulmate returned grinning at Marie.
"Falme Baxter! You.. You just drive me up the wall. Uhhhh." Cried Marie heading towards him. He grabbed her forward and dragged her out the room. Giggles came from behind the closed door. Laughs erupted from the girls.
"So" Started Chantelle, "Who's your soulmate?" She asked Isabella. "And what is your name?"
"Isabella Meurtrier Drache. Red Meurtrier." Isabella answer taking no pleasure in the amazed silence and the humour of the situation. The door opened. "Speak of the devil." Murmured Chantelle. Red ignored her and looked directly at Isabella. She got up and followed him out. He locked the door to the girls behind him and led her upstairs.
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hehehehehe..... all alone... what will they get up to?
Review and I'll tell you