Ladies 100 reviews were reached and this marks a momentus moment which
means I am on a high! Thank you! Every last one of you!
Hehe. Not long till bday! Can you guess how old I'll be?
I know this will seem sudden to most of you, and yes I did kind of lose it in the last chappie. Never fear though. The end is near.
Da Dolphin: Shut up. I want pressie and I have yours to... somewhere. It's amazing how I can always find files in my computer, but not in my room...
Whoever who was an idiot not to leave a name. That does not help me cos like people who put you know who, I don't cos I know many millions of people who could put you know who: I haven't killed her yet. Thanks and I know Red is so adorable when mad, except when he is holding any kind of weapon.
Sky Drache: I KNOW *jumps about room* wheeehay! I am sooo good. Well not really, I just have Red.
Practikal Magik: I won't don't worry. Hehehe. *dances on ceiling* No I wasn't. I hate me bro, he is such a dick. ( Oh well I will survive! Hey hey, walk out the door, don't turn around now your not welcome any more. *sings some more*
Anatia: I haven't forgotten it either! I love this time of year, even if you do freeze ya arse off! Athough I am not in the least religious thank you!
Dolphin: He did and we had a great time.
JFL: NO problemo for you dude I am the one who is suppose to be inventive! Well I wasn't with this chappie but hey! (
She fucking hates me
Isabella watched as the nurse appeared back. The witch was old greying and had a glint in her eyes which suggested to Isabella that the nurse had more than she appeared to in her mind. The nurse looked at Isabella the glint flashed, blinding Isabella. It turned her world black.
-*-
"Hariden?" A young girl called. It was raining and the sun blazed as it fought to stay high in the sky. The evening was drawing in and little girls were not suppose to be out at this time. The girl had a number tattooed into her neck. A slave.
"Where are you?"
The girl was fresh and young. Beautiful. And his. The werewolf grinned, flashing his teeth in the moonlight. Her brother had been breakfast, this girl could be lunch. Innocence, she reeked of it.
He flashed his fangs once more as he dived out into the clearing and flattened the girl to the floor, squashing her to the floor. "He ain't here little girl, but I am. Will I do?"
The girl squealed once more as the fangs sank into her neck, then the forest was silent except for the sound of contented eating.
-*-
"Where's Harmony? She went looking for that good for nothing brother of hers, but she must be back by now." A kind elderly lady asked an equally old lady on the left. They both exchanged disapproving glances.
"I don't know deary. I- what's that?", the reply was cut off by a silence. The were in the town centre of a village. Silence was never a feature. The silence was deafening. No sound. They looked at each other, scared. The cows, the dogs, the people were all silent.
The canvas of the hut swung open. The forest was evergreen in the moonlight. Closer to the crones other huts lay empty. The whole are was quiet and deserted. Rooted to the spot, they waited for what they knew not. The trees rustled as the wind picked up again. It shook the canvas again, a they caught the silhouette of a tall man with a flowing black cloak bending over on the ground. A split second before the canvas swung close again, they saw the figure turn his head to see them, in the hut.
No sound came from the old ladies as the canvas swung open again. Sat on the two thrones the two old witches, head's of their village waited, for what they knew not.
It closed again, and to the ears of the old crones a sound like a final breath reached them, but they kept waiting, for what they knew not.
The silhouette appeared at the opening of the canvas again. His torso was black and all they could say was that he had a tattoo on his left arm. It was a wave with a dot underneath. "The fourth fighters." They whispered together. They waited for what they knew.
He advanced as the old crones joined hands gripping each others, one shaking with closed eyes, one still as a rock looking at what she thought was Hades himself. The cloaked figure raised his arm holding a silver dagger and they ceased to wait.
-*-
"I want to live forever. I want to be alive to see the world change. I want to feel pain. I want to feel joy. I want to live." The little girl smiled as her appreciative audience clapped. Her fiancé smiled and hung his arm around the girl. "Thank you."
He smiled happily down at her. "You won't." He smiled again and kissed her head, smiling at another one of his guests.
"Won't what?" She asked snuggling into his arm. He just smiled down at her.
"Won't what?"
"Live forever." He answered taking a drink off a slave. Blood was sweet. Lord of Berlin, he was entitled to do as he wished. Smiling down at his future bride he stroked her cheek. She smiled happily up at him. Her father nodded respectfully at him over her shoulder.
"I know, but it's a nice dream. I would love to be old, telling stories down to my grandchildren." He kissed her once more then whispered in her ear.
"But you won't." Just as she took in the meaning of theses words a knife slipped in her stomach. She collapsed at the same time as her father. Her love looked down at her still smiling. He was still smiling as an arrow hit straight threw his neck.
-*-
Isabella blinked sleepily. The nurse was still looking at her. The visions had not been a dream. "Who were they?" She asked no fear showing in her voice.
"Them? They were my memories, my dear. The first was my little sister. I was hiding behind her at the time. In a bush. I did not move or breath until the wolf had finished with my sister. Then I ran. The next memory was when I came home."
"I ran into a cloaked figure who had a weird tattoo on her arm. He then killed my grandma and great aunt. He then left. I never found the rest of my village. The disappeared. Thin air. I don't know anymore. The final one was when I went to stay with my father in Rome. I became engaged to a young vampire."
"You know what happened next. He killed me, then was killed himself. Or at least he tried to kill me. A rival assassin killed him and took me to hospital, where I have stayed as you can see." The nurse continued while she was working. Moving about the room, cleaning.
"What has this to do with me?" Isabella asked.
"Well, my dear, as you know the assassin that killed my husband was a fourth fighter, which I believe your husband is. I also believe that my husband was connected with them. I also know that they have killed everyone I love. I also know that I need your help." The nurse turned to look at her. Her eyes pleading with Isabella.
Realising what she was doing, the nurse turned her back to Isabella and continued working. "What can I do?" Isabella asked.
"I also know that the fourth fighters have killed anyone who they are paid to. I know how much suffering they cause. I know who you are. I know that your husband has fought to keep you alive. I know that you have just been kidnapped unsuccessfully by the relatives of victims of the fourth fighters. I know that you are caring and compassionate. I know that you will do anything for the common good."
"I know your husband needs to suffer. I know your husband will do anything to keep you from suffering. I am asking you to help me." The nurse came over to Isabella looking down at Isabella sympathically.
"I know that your husband will be back for you in a minute. I know he only left you here because I have been here for years and he knows me. I know your husband loves you more than anything in the world. And I know I will die for this, but I need your help Isabella." Her imploring eyes searched Isabella's eyes. "For the good of mankind, I know he needs to suffer. Suffer beyond belief. Help please? Help the fight of good against evil?"
"What can I do?" Isabella asked watching the nurse wipe her hands on the dirty cloth she had been using to wipe the sides with.
The witch looked deeply into Isabella's eyes. "Die quietly." The witch placed the cloth over Isabella's mouth and nose. Isabella felt a panic rise in her, a fear of dying was natural instinct. She screamed mentally. She felt Red jump five feet.
Her world swam infront of her. Her lungs burned and her bruised body was numb still. Her eyes were choking with tears as her eyes pictured her son. Her husband. They would most likely kill each other.
Isabella's mind faded infront of her. ~I will be back in 10,000years, Red. I will see you then. With our son.~ Isabella died quietly.
-*-
Red burst into the room. Isabella's body, he had felt, give up. His soul was ripped in two again. He felt all his emotions die in his soul. His wife lay in the bed. A witch was looking at him. The witch who he had saved when she was almost killed by her fiancé. She hadn't known it was him. She had reminded him of Isabella in appearance, when she was younger.
A cold fury took over him. The nurse removed the cloth from Isabella's mouth. His Isabella. He felt Niocoli come in behind him with Redfern. "Do you.." Niocoli asked not bothering to finish the question.
"Rome will suffer." Was all the answer he got. His Isabella would be paid for with the blood of Rome.
Hehe. Not long till bday! Can you guess how old I'll be?
I know this will seem sudden to most of you, and yes I did kind of lose it in the last chappie. Never fear though. The end is near.
Da Dolphin: Shut up. I want pressie and I have yours to... somewhere. It's amazing how I can always find files in my computer, but not in my room...
Whoever who was an idiot not to leave a name. That does not help me cos like people who put you know who, I don't cos I know many millions of people who could put you know who: I haven't killed her yet. Thanks and I know Red is so adorable when mad, except when he is holding any kind of weapon.
Sky Drache: I KNOW *jumps about room* wheeehay! I am sooo good. Well not really, I just have Red.
Practikal Magik: I won't don't worry. Hehehe. *dances on ceiling* No I wasn't. I hate me bro, he is such a dick. ( Oh well I will survive! Hey hey, walk out the door, don't turn around now your not welcome any more. *sings some more*
Anatia: I haven't forgotten it either! I love this time of year, even if you do freeze ya arse off! Athough I am not in the least religious thank you!
Dolphin: He did and we had a great time.
JFL: NO problemo for you dude I am the one who is suppose to be inventive! Well I wasn't with this chappie but hey! (
She fucking hates me
Isabella watched as the nurse appeared back. The witch was old greying and had a glint in her eyes which suggested to Isabella that the nurse had more than she appeared to in her mind. The nurse looked at Isabella the glint flashed, blinding Isabella. It turned her world black.
-*-
"Hariden?" A young girl called. It was raining and the sun blazed as it fought to stay high in the sky. The evening was drawing in and little girls were not suppose to be out at this time. The girl had a number tattooed into her neck. A slave.
"Where are you?"
The girl was fresh and young. Beautiful. And his. The werewolf grinned, flashing his teeth in the moonlight. Her brother had been breakfast, this girl could be lunch. Innocence, she reeked of it.
He flashed his fangs once more as he dived out into the clearing and flattened the girl to the floor, squashing her to the floor. "He ain't here little girl, but I am. Will I do?"
The girl squealed once more as the fangs sank into her neck, then the forest was silent except for the sound of contented eating.
-*-
"Where's Harmony? She went looking for that good for nothing brother of hers, but she must be back by now." A kind elderly lady asked an equally old lady on the left. They both exchanged disapproving glances.
"I don't know deary. I- what's that?", the reply was cut off by a silence. The were in the town centre of a village. Silence was never a feature. The silence was deafening. No sound. They looked at each other, scared. The cows, the dogs, the people were all silent.
The canvas of the hut swung open. The forest was evergreen in the moonlight. Closer to the crones other huts lay empty. The whole are was quiet and deserted. Rooted to the spot, they waited for what they knew not. The trees rustled as the wind picked up again. It shook the canvas again, a they caught the silhouette of a tall man with a flowing black cloak bending over on the ground. A split second before the canvas swung close again, they saw the figure turn his head to see them, in the hut.
No sound came from the old ladies as the canvas swung open again. Sat on the two thrones the two old witches, head's of their village waited, for what they knew not.
It closed again, and to the ears of the old crones a sound like a final breath reached them, but they kept waiting, for what they knew not.
The silhouette appeared at the opening of the canvas again. His torso was black and all they could say was that he had a tattoo on his left arm. It was a wave with a dot underneath. "The fourth fighters." They whispered together. They waited for what they knew.
He advanced as the old crones joined hands gripping each others, one shaking with closed eyes, one still as a rock looking at what she thought was Hades himself. The cloaked figure raised his arm holding a silver dagger and they ceased to wait.
-*-
"I want to live forever. I want to be alive to see the world change. I want to feel pain. I want to feel joy. I want to live." The little girl smiled as her appreciative audience clapped. Her fiancé smiled and hung his arm around the girl. "Thank you."
He smiled happily down at her. "You won't." He smiled again and kissed her head, smiling at another one of his guests.
"Won't what?" She asked snuggling into his arm. He just smiled down at her.
"Won't what?"
"Live forever." He answered taking a drink off a slave. Blood was sweet. Lord of Berlin, he was entitled to do as he wished. Smiling down at his future bride he stroked her cheek. She smiled happily up at him. Her father nodded respectfully at him over her shoulder.
"I know, but it's a nice dream. I would love to be old, telling stories down to my grandchildren." He kissed her once more then whispered in her ear.
"But you won't." Just as she took in the meaning of theses words a knife slipped in her stomach. She collapsed at the same time as her father. Her love looked down at her still smiling. He was still smiling as an arrow hit straight threw his neck.
-*-
Isabella blinked sleepily. The nurse was still looking at her. The visions had not been a dream. "Who were they?" She asked no fear showing in her voice.
"Them? They were my memories, my dear. The first was my little sister. I was hiding behind her at the time. In a bush. I did not move or breath until the wolf had finished with my sister. Then I ran. The next memory was when I came home."
"I ran into a cloaked figure who had a weird tattoo on her arm. He then killed my grandma and great aunt. He then left. I never found the rest of my village. The disappeared. Thin air. I don't know anymore. The final one was when I went to stay with my father in Rome. I became engaged to a young vampire."
"You know what happened next. He killed me, then was killed himself. Or at least he tried to kill me. A rival assassin killed him and took me to hospital, where I have stayed as you can see." The nurse continued while she was working. Moving about the room, cleaning.
"What has this to do with me?" Isabella asked.
"Well, my dear, as you know the assassin that killed my husband was a fourth fighter, which I believe your husband is. I also believe that my husband was connected with them. I also know that they have killed everyone I love. I also know that I need your help." The nurse turned to look at her. Her eyes pleading with Isabella.
Realising what she was doing, the nurse turned her back to Isabella and continued working. "What can I do?" Isabella asked.
"I also know that the fourth fighters have killed anyone who they are paid to. I know how much suffering they cause. I know who you are. I know that your husband has fought to keep you alive. I know that you have just been kidnapped unsuccessfully by the relatives of victims of the fourth fighters. I know that you are caring and compassionate. I know that you will do anything for the common good."
"I know your husband needs to suffer. I know your husband will do anything to keep you from suffering. I am asking you to help me." The nurse came over to Isabella looking down at Isabella sympathically.
"I know that your husband will be back for you in a minute. I know he only left you here because I have been here for years and he knows me. I know your husband loves you more than anything in the world. And I know I will die for this, but I need your help Isabella." Her imploring eyes searched Isabella's eyes. "For the good of mankind, I know he needs to suffer. Suffer beyond belief. Help please? Help the fight of good against evil?"
"What can I do?" Isabella asked watching the nurse wipe her hands on the dirty cloth she had been using to wipe the sides with.
The witch looked deeply into Isabella's eyes. "Die quietly." The witch placed the cloth over Isabella's mouth and nose. Isabella felt a panic rise in her, a fear of dying was natural instinct. She screamed mentally. She felt Red jump five feet.
Her world swam infront of her. Her lungs burned and her bruised body was numb still. Her eyes were choking with tears as her eyes pictured her son. Her husband. They would most likely kill each other.
Isabella's mind faded infront of her. ~I will be back in 10,000years, Red. I will see you then. With our son.~ Isabella died quietly.
-*-
Red burst into the room. Isabella's body, he had felt, give up. His soul was ripped in two again. He felt all his emotions die in his soul. His wife lay in the bed. A witch was looking at him. The witch who he had saved when she was almost killed by her fiancé. She hadn't known it was him. She had reminded him of Isabella in appearance, when she was younger.
A cold fury took over him. The nurse removed the cloth from Isabella's mouth. His Isabella. He felt Niocoli come in behind him with Redfern. "Do you.." Niocoli asked not bothering to finish the question.
"Rome will suffer." Was all the answer he got. His Isabella would be paid for with the blood of Rome.