Ok people I am here to express disappointment. I only got 6 reviews for the
last chapter, after 12 for the one before, was it really that bad? Well
anyways thanks to those who did review.
This is my favourite chapter of the entire Red so far. The one after is pretty good as well. Anyways this is like wow so good and if I don't get at least 10 reviews for this one it will be a hell of a long time before I post again. Thanks!
Redaura: a) Yes a sausage b) A year yes c) hahah. I am so good, You'll see d) Yeah total Red in this chappie e) oh wait there is no e. OH well.
Dolphin: Calm down. If you shoot me then you will have no one to write the rest of Red.
Kitty Maxwell: Wait until you see the end of this chapter, it's worse!
Kitten: You don't sound like a happy bunny. Why? I am very upset that you only wrote a word and nothing encouraging in them.
Nikki: I am so glad you think so. Everyone seems to be so he is it total of the next few chappies I think.
And finally this is dedicated to Redaura, cos she's a great mate friend andhas been supportive from the start. Thanks, you are the one who keeps Red alive, well not really, but you know what I mean.
This is set 1 year after the last chapter, in the great city of Rome.
Fireflies
The sky was beaming yellow in the twilight city. It was just setting and a new night had just begun. Crowds lined the street curious to whom may be arriving at this hour. The parade that preceded Isabella was more colours than in the rainbow. It was the anniversary parade of the defeat of Gaul. Coloured ribbons showed the triumph of the great city.
The great city. It was two years since Isabella had last seen it. It still shocked her. All the people, the different colours, but living in the human world Isabella remembered sights greater. A long time ago. That was almost all gone now.
Her horse shook his head. The glossy white horse walked behind the parade, it's feet making sharp sounds on the paved floor. Falme rode to her right and slightly infront making a very impressive sight on his liver chestnut horse. Marie rode next to Isabella on a speckled bay. Both she and Isabella rode side-saddle.
Their procession followed the mighty parade. The procession consisted of and the servants who followed in carriages piled high with luggage and gifts. The carriages carried the Meurtrier crests. The crowds stopped cheering as Falme then Isabella rode.
They stared. Two women, a witch and a shifter riding in the guardianship of a human, with servants following them. It was strange in the least. Isabella felt her cheeks burn and she moved her head down in a sign of insignificance. Marie was too astonished to.
It seemed to Isabella an age until they came in sight of anything she knew of recognised. Tyra's cousin held a house on the main walk. She recognised Tyra's sister through the window, staring down at her. "Falme. Stop. I have business to attend to."
Isabella slid off her horse, down to the paved floor. One of the servants took her horse as Tyra's sister came to meet her. Isabella had heard to rumours about what had happened to Tyra. Isabella herself had no exact idea, but with Red in the picture, Isabella could guess.
Tyra's sister, Louxia, came out. She was sixteen and marrying soon. The daughter of the most powerful shifter family in Southern Europe, she was a prize to be valued. She looked nervous, and her eyes flitted over Falme and Marie constantly.
"Hello, Isabelle. It's good to see you again." Louxia was joined by a young girl of twelve and Tyra's father. Louxia's eyes widened at the appearence of her father. She visibly shrunk and retreated away from him. From behind her Falme slid off his horse to back up Isabella.
"Louxia, it has been a while. I have no time to talk now, but as sure as the sun will shine then I will be round to talk. You have my deepest sympathies about your brother." Isabella struggled to hold her voice as she mentioned her late husband.
From behind her father Louxia nodded. Tyra's father spat at Isabella's feet as he turned away from her and back to his villa. Louxia shook and grabbed the little girl, pulling her back into the house.
"Has your business been completed?" Falme asked as he led Isabella back to her horse, nodding on the way to his soulmate who looked like she was suffering from a nervous breakdown.
Isabella climbed back onto the horse, her eyes had not left the house. Memories of her and Tyra's honeymoon, the first time she had made love in her 10,015years, of her and him being married there. Him and her walking down the street to cries of "Long life and marriage." And "May you bear many sons." A happier time in her life.
A baby started crying further back in the procession as they weaved there way through the streets. It was the only sound from them. Isabella could tell that it was getting on Marie's nerves. She turned her horse and headed back to the baby.
"Here," She said to an old woman who was looking after the baby unsuccessfully. "I'll take him. Come on little Dante. Little Dante." She stroked the side of his face, as she guided her horse to the front of the procession.
"Here it is." Falme said while swinging off his stallion. The villa was large with an archway leading into a courtyard. A fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard. Slaves came running out of the villa taking the horses.
"Do you want me to take him back now miss?" The old lady asked, her eyes were barely open. Isabella shook her head and entered the grand villa. The baby slept quietly on her shoulder, his breathing comforted Isabella.
Falme lead Marie and Isabella in the main entrance into a long hallway. "I will inform Red of your arrival. I think he is in there." Falme pointed to a stout wooden door. Isabella nodded thanks and walked towards the door.
It opened with a creak. An atmosphere of warmth hit Isabella as she entered. Red was sitting in a large chair his left side to the fire. He was swirling blood in a wineglass looking directly at her. "Evening my lady."
She smiled at him. Closing the door behind her, she entered the room. She picked the chair by the fire, opposite Red. He eyed the baby with amusement. "Is there any reason for that to brace our company?"
Isabella ignored him. "Are we to be married soon? I have already had an encounter with Tyra's family that I wish to forget." Red took his eyes off the baby sleeping peacefully leaning against his fiancée's chest.
"Yes I know." Isabella got an images of the bodies of Tyra's family, or rather what was left of them. She realised her was reading her thoughts and she scowled at him. "I believe that our wedding will happen when it happens."
Isabella rolled her eyes. She rearranged the baby so it lay further in her lap, it's head cushioned against her chest. "I hope that baby is female." Red said his eyes eyeing the baby's position. Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Will you stop getting jealous over a baby! He's to little to know what he's doing!" Isabella lectured Red. Red didn't seem impressed.
"It's male then."
"Yes, he is male."
"Can you swap it for a female?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You are so immature."
"Really? I am 12,000 years old."
"You know what I mean."
"I maybe 12,000years old but I don't understand women."
Isabella shook her head. ~Men~. She moved the baby further into her chest provoking Red even more. "So where are we getting married? And where is our honeymoon?" Isabella cocked her head sideways, sweetly looking at him.
He was still staring at the baby. "Uh huh. At the temple to Ares, under the supervision of the gods and with the Caesar in attendence. Do you have to have him there. I am sure his mother wants him back."
"What do you mean the Caesar?! The emperor?! That's not possible!" Isabella stuttered. Red was still staring at the baby. "Get over it." Isabella added looking down at the baby.
"Why isn't his mother looking after him?" Red persisted.
"Where is our honeymoon?" Red shook his head. He stood up and took the baby out of Isabella's arms. She reached out after it. "Hey, Red give him back."
Red went to the door. He called out and a servant came running. "Yes my lord?" The servant asked out of breath. Isabella recognised him as one of the servants who had ridden with them that day into the great city.
"Take this baby to it's mother. Now." Red ordered holding out the baby. The servant looked scared, his eyes moving between the soulmates. "NOW" Red shouted. The servant jumped five feet up in the air. He took the baby off Red and moved passed him into the room and gave it to Isabella. He then left then running as fast as he could.
"Why did he do that?" Red asked his voice dripping with danger. "Who is his mother?"
Isabella moved the baby up onto her chest again and stroked him. "Me."
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Who's the father? Red or Tyra? Hehehehhe. Bet you didn't see that one coming did you?
This is my favourite chapter of the entire Red so far. The one after is pretty good as well. Anyways this is like wow so good and if I don't get at least 10 reviews for this one it will be a hell of a long time before I post again. Thanks!
Redaura: a) Yes a sausage b) A year yes c) hahah. I am so good, You'll see d) Yeah total Red in this chappie e) oh wait there is no e. OH well.
Dolphin: Calm down. If you shoot me then you will have no one to write the rest of Red.
Kitty Maxwell: Wait until you see the end of this chapter, it's worse!
Kitten: You don't sound like a happy bunny. Why? I am very upset that you only wrote a word and nothing encouraging in them.
Nikki: I am so glad you think so. Everyone seems to be so he is it total of the next few chappies I think.
And finally this is dedicated to Redaura, cos she's a great mate friend andhas been supportive from the start. Thanks, you are the one who keeps Red alive, well not really, but you know what I mean.
This is set 1 year after the last chapter, in the great city of Rome.
Fireflies
The sky was beaming yellow in the twilight city. It was just setting and a new night had just begun. Crowds lined the street curious to whom may be arriving at this hour. The parade that preceded Isabella was more colours than in the rainbow. It was the anniversary parade of the defeat of Gaul. Coloured ribbons showed the triumph of the great city.
The great city. It was two years since Isabella had last seen it. It still shocked her. All the people, the different colours, but living in the human world Isabella remembered sights greater. A long time ago. That was almost all gone now.
Her horse shook his head. The glossy white horse walked behind the parade, it's feet making sharp sounds on the paved floor. Falme rode to her right and slightly infront making a very impressive sight on his liver chestnut horse. Marie rode next to Isabella on a speckled bay. Both she and Isabella rode side-saddle.
Their procession followed the mighty parade. The procession consisted of and the servants who followed in carriages piled high with luggage and gifts. The carriages carried the Meurtrier crests. The crowds stopped cheering as Falme then Isabella rode.
They stared. Two women, a witch and a shifter riding in the guardianship of a human, with servants following them. It was strange in the least. Isabella felt her cheeks burn and she moved her head down in a sign of insignificance. Marie was too astonished to.
It seemed to Isabella an age until they came in sight of anything she knew of recognised. Tyra's cousin held a house on the main walk. She recognised Tyra's sister through the window, staring down at her. "Falme. Stop. I have business to attend to."
Isabella slid off her horse, down to the paved floor. One of the servants took her horse as Tyra's sister came to meet her. Isabella had heard to rumours about what had happened to Tyra. Isabella herself had no exact idea, but with Red in the picture, Isabella could guess.
Tyra's sister, Louxia, came out. She was sixteen and marrying soon. The daughter of the most powerful shifter family in Southern Europe, she was a prize to be valued. She looked nervous, and her eyes flitted over Falme and Marie constantly.
"Hello, Isabelle. It's good to see you again." Louxia was joined by a young girl of twelve and Tyra's father. Louxia's eyes widened at the appearence of her father. She visibly shrunk and retreated away from him. From behind her Falme slid off his horse to back up Isabella.
"Louxia, it has been a while. I have no time to talk now, but as sure as the sun will shine then I will be round to talk. You have my deepest sympathies about your brother." Isabella struggled to hold her voice as she mentioned her late husband.
From behind her father Louxia nodded. Tyra's father spat at Isabella's feet as he turned away from her and back to his villa. Louxia shook and grabbed the little girl, pulling her back into the house.
"Has your business been completed?" Falme asked as he led Isabella back to her horse, nodding on the way to his soulmate who looked like she was suffering from a nervous breakdown.
Isabella climbed back onto the horse, her eyes had not left the house. Memories of her and Tyra's honeymoon, the first time she had made love in her 10,015years, of her and him being married there. Him and her walking down the street to cries of "Long life and marriage." And "May you bear many sons." A happier time in her life.
A baby started crying further back in the procession as they weaved there way through the streets. It was the only sound from them. Isabella could tell that it was getting on Marie's nerves. She turned her horse and headed back to the baby.
"Here," She said to an old woman who was looking after the baby unsuccessfully. "I'll take him. Come on little Dante. Little Dante." She stroked the side of his face, as she guided her horse to the front of the procession.
"Here it is." Falme said while swinging off his stallion. The villa was large with an archway leading into a courtyard. A fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard. Slaves came running out of the villa taking the horses.
"Do you want me to take him back now miss?" The old lady asked, her eyes were barely open. Isabella shook her head and entered the grand villa. The baby slept quietly on her shoulder, his breathing comforted Isabella.
Falme lead Marie and Isabella in the main entrance into a long hallway. "I will inform Red of your arrival. I think he is in there." Falme pointed to a stout wooden door. Isabella nodded thanks and walked towards the door.
It opened with a creak. An atmosphere of warmth hit Isabella as she entered. Red was sitting in a large chair his left side to the fire. He was swirling blood in a wineglass looking directly at her. "Evening my lady."
She smiled at him. Closing the door behind her, she entered the room. She picked the chair by the fire, opposite Red. He eyed the baby with amusement. "Is there any reason for that to brace our company?"
Isabella ignored him. "Are we to be married soon? I have already had an encounter with Tyra's family that I wish to forget." Red took his eyes off the baby sleeping peacefully leaning against his fiancée's chest.
"Yes I know." Isabella got an images of the bodies of Tyra's family, or rather what was left of them. She realised her was reading her thoughts and she scowled at him. "I believe that our wedding will happen when it happens."
Isabella rolled her eyes. She rearranged the baby so it lay further in her lap, it's head cushioned against her chest. "I hope that baby is female." Red said his eyes eyeing the baby's position. Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Will you stop getting jealous over a baby! He's to little to know what he's doing!" Isabella lectured Red. Red didn't seem impressed.
"It's male then."
"Yes, he is male."
"Can you swap it for a female?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You are so immature."
"Really? I am 12,000 years old."
"You know what I mean."
"I maybe 12,000years old but I don't understand women."
Isabella shook her head. ~Men~. She moved the baby further into her chest provoking Red even more. "So where are we getting married? And where is our honeymoon?" Isabella cocked her head sideways, sweetly looking at him.
He was still staring at the baby. "Uh huh. At the temple to Ares, under the supervision of the gods and with the Caesar in attendence. Do you have to have him there. I am sure his mother wants him back."
"What do you mean the Caesar?! The emperor?! That's not possible!" Isabella stuttered. Red was still staring at the baby. "Get over it." Isabella added looking down at the baby.
"Why isn't his mother looking after him?" Red persisted.
"Where is our honeymoon?" Red shook his head. He stood up and took the baby out of Isabella's arms. She reached out after it. "Hey, Red give him back."
Red went to the door. He called out and a servant came running. "Yes my lord?" The servant asked out of breath. Isabella recognised him as one of the servants who had ridden with them that day into the great city.
"Take this baby to it's mother. Now." Red ordered holding out the baby. The servant looked scared, his eyes moving between the soulmates. "NOW" Red shouted. The servant jumped five feet up in the air. He took the baby off Red and moved passed him into the room and gave it to Isabella. He then left then running as fast as he could.
"Why did he do that?" Red asked his voice dripping with danger. "Who is his mother?"
Isabella moved the baby up onto her chest again and stroked him. "Me."
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Who's the father? Red or Tyra? Hehehehhe. Bet you didn't see that one coming did you?