DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
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CHAPTER SEVEN - ARRIVAL
Dusk was falling when Xanna and Tar reached the outskirts of Briar's Creek. They parked the BMW under a grove of birch, deciding it best to approach on foot. They stalked through the night towards the old manor house at Tar's direction and when they came in sight of it, paused for a moment. Xanna looked at the curious familiarity of it. The old porch on the front. The cramped feeling of sitting together on the swing in the front. Knocking on the front door and seeing a beautiful vampire pulling her close to him.
He brought you here after he kidnapped you
He interrupted her line of thought and demolished the idea that they could be memories of anything other than her torture. Despite her instincts that said otherwise, she instantly grew a hate of this house and it's owners. She would burn it to the ground.
Rowan sat at the kitchen table surrounded by her close family. The only ones missing were on their way. She shuddered as she sensed Mary Lynette walk straight through the first guard she and her sisters had constructed thoroughly around the house. The second guard was stronger but again she passed through unconcerned. The third was supposed to be impenetrable and a bead of sweat ran down Rowan's forehead. She sensed Mary Lynette stop and consider the barrier. Rowan looked over to Jade and Mark, nervously holding each other and Kestrel, for once openly concerned, despite the shield of calm over her. Mark had been determined to stay, deciding he wouldn't leave unless Jade did to. The sisters had decided to make a stand against whatever it was they were facing here, in their own home, rather than being chased. Kestrel looked up at Rowan's gaze and they spoke privately.
She's coming isn't she.
She just passed the second barrier. Kestrel began to sweat.
She'll never make it through. Don't worry, Rowan. She took her sister's hand. Kestrel tried to smile optimistically for her sisters' sakes, but it was hard to hide her true feelings in such a tense atmosphere. Ash will come. Kestrel tried to bore confidence on Ash, but the thought of Ash coming to the rescue seemed a fantasy. She just hoped Jade and Mark could escape.
Xanna looked at the barrier, fascinated by the curls of smoke swirling around the house. She sensed it was dangerous to her, but she did not care. She had no concept of death, for she had never experienced anything of it before. She had no reason to be afraid. She looked back at Tar.
Wait for me here. This is my party.
I'll be waiting He said to her, having no doubts that she couldn't handle three witches and a human.
She turned back, just before she entered the smoke and kissed him, a moment of their earlier passion resurfacing. Watch my back
Always She smiled. Maybe she did have something to lose after all.
Xanna turned back to the smoke and just imagined the smoke becoming a part of her. She was a part of the smoke and she could become it if she wished. She slipped through and walked up the steps to the porch, letting the last swirls of smoke disembark themselves from her. The view from the porch seemed familiar to her and feelings of déjà vu left shivers running up and down her spine. She reminded herself that this was the house of her torturers and she would destroy it. The shivers ceased. She knocked once on the door, offering a twisted sense of courtesy.
Hearing nothing, she jumped and twisted in mid air, delivering a heavy kick to the middle of door, sending it flying inwards several metres. She stood on the threshold and tilted her head slightly, waiting to see if anyone would come to greet her arrival. Thinking them terribly rude, she stepped over the broken door, wondering what kind of a fight the filthy witches would put up, if any. Well, if they put up a good fight, it would draw the ash coloured one all the quicker. How convenient.
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER SEVEN - ARRIVAL
Dusk was falling when Xanna and Tar reached the outskirts of Briar's Creek. They parked the BMW under a grove of birch, deciding it best to approach on foot. They stalked through the night towards the old manor house at Tar's direction and when they came in sight of it, paused for a moment. Xanna looked at the curious familiarity of it. The old porch on the front. The cramped feeling of sitting together on the swing in the front. Knocking on the front door and seeing a beautiful vampire pulling her close to him.
He brought you here after he kidnapped you
He interrupted her line of thought and demolished the idea that they could be memories of anything other than her torture. Despite her instincts that said otherwise, she instantly grew a hate of this house and it's owners. She would burn it to the ground.
Rowan sat at the kitchen table surrounded by her close family. The only ones missing were on their way. She shuddered as she sensed Mary Lynette walk straight through the first guard she and her sisters had constructed thoroughly around the house. The second guard was stronger but again she passed through unconcerned. The third was supposed to be impenetrable and a bead of sweat ran down Rowan's forehead. She sensed Mary Lynette stop and consider the barrier. Rowan looked over to Jade and Mark, nervously holding each other and Kestrel, for once openly concerned, despite the shield of calm over her. Mark had been determined to stay, deciding he wouldn't leave unless Jade did to. The sisters had decided to make a stand against whatever it was they were facing here, in their own home, rather than being chased. Kestrel looked up at Rowan's gaze and they spoke privately.
She's coming isn't she.
She just passed the second barrier. Kestrel began to sweat.
She'll never make it through. Don't worry, Rowan. She took her sister's hand. Kestrel tried to smile optimistically for her sisters' sakes, but it was hard to hide her true feelings in such a tense atmosphere. Ash will come. Kestrel tried to bore confidence on Ash, but the thought of Ash coming to the rescue seemed a fantasy. She just hoped Jade and Mark could escape.
Xanna looked at the barrier, fascinated by the curls of smoke swirling around the house. She sensed it was dangerous to her, but she did not care. She had no concept of death, for she had never experienced anything of it before. She had no reason to be afraid. She looked back at Tar.
Wait for me here. This is my party.
I'll be waiting He said to her, having no doubts that she couldn't handle three witches and a human.
She turned back, just before she entered the smoke and kissed him, a moment of their earlier passion resurfacing. Watch my back
Always She smiled. Maybe she did have something to lose after all.
Xanna turned back to the smoke and just imagined the smoke becoming a part of her. She was a part of the smoke and she could become it if she wished. She slipped through and walked up the steps to the porch, letting the last swirls of smoke disembark themselves from her. The view from the porch seemed familiar to her and feelings of déjà vu left shivers running up and down her spine. She reminded herself that this was the house of her torturers and she would destroy it. The shivers ceased. She knocked once on the door, offering a twisted sense of courtesy.
Hearing nothing, she jumped and twisted in mid air, delivering a heavy kick to the middle of door, sending it flying inwards several metres. She stood on the threshold and tilted her head slightly, waiting to see if anyone would come to greet her arrival. Thinking them terribly rude, she stepped over the broken door, wondering what kind of a fight the filthy witches would put up, if any. Well, if they put up a good fight, it would draw the ash coloured one all the quicker. How convenient.