Part 3
Tiarina was already sick of the site of the room she
was stuck in. And of the well-dressed English guy who
came in to force-feed her that vile stuff in the cup.
What was it? She sat on the large bed, chin in hands,
not exactly sure what she was supposed to be doing
with herself.
There was a gnawing inside her that was slowly getting
worse. It had been there the first night she had
arrived here. Never gone away, though the stuff she
had to drink kept her mind from thinking about.
Now it was daylight she stood up and walked to the
large arched shaped window, looking out onto manicured
lawns, a grey-blue sky hung above. Lifting the glass
she could feel a cool breeze hitting her face.
^Well *that's* bloody stupid^ she thought with a
snort. If someone was trying to keep her hostage why
would they leave the damn window unlocked? He hadn't
thought of that. She wished she knew his name...that
might help her *remember* something.
She looked down - a mistake. She felt a swill of
sickness in her stomach as she realised she must be at
least six stories up. She guessed she might have had a
height phobia at sometime in her life. She moved away
from the window.
She turned to hammer on the door, deciding the next
time the guy came up - she was going to kick the shit
out of him and demand some answers. She was feeling
better now, and wasn't going to sit on her ass and
wait for something terrible to happen to her.
Ten minutes later the door opened. But it was a
different guy. Smaller. With unusually coloured
blue-green eyes, not quite blue, not quite green,
eerie in the pale face surrounded by the black hair.
"Who're you?"
"What the hell is that fucking racket?" His smirk was
almost...kittenishly playful. "The doors are warded, so
are the windows. You didn't think you could break them
down did you?"
Tiarina eyed him curiously. The guy spoke with an
unusual accent, something that sounded foreign, but
with a hint of something else, maybe a Western tone to
it. "Who're you? And what the hell am I doing here?"
"Technically, I'm supposed to give you this and knock
you out if you get irritating." The guy smiled
unpleasantly again, showing small white teeth.
Tiarina's eyes rolled.* Her* being difficult didn't
sound like it was going to be the issue. A thought
struck her, the guy was smaller than she was. She
could push him aside and make a run for it...even though
she had no idea where she would be going. Would that
be totally stupid?
"Yes," the guy said with a sneer. "You'll just get
yourself recaptured, and Draven will have a field day
torturing you. You really want that to happen?"
Draven..."He's the snotty guy?"
The other guy laughed. "That's...one way of putting him.
Stuck-up, pain in the ass obnoxious bastard was what I
had in mind."
The name meant nothing to Tiarina at the moment.
Though it sparked something inside her...a feeling of
dread that she had once made a terrible mistake of
some kind. "Are you going to ay least tell me your
name? Right now I'm thinking you're description of
Draven is closer suited to you."
The guy laughed his irritating, melt-your-insides
laugh. "I've been called worse. Demios. You won't know
who I am. Even if you do get your memory back."
So there *had* been something done to her memory. She
looked around the tower room again. It reminded her of
the fairy-tales about princesses trapped in towers. It
didn't look at the moment like she was going to get a
handsome prince to come and rescue her. "What's this
Draven person got against me?"
Demios shrugged and yawned. Tiarina found herself
shuddering at the site of his teeth. "Boring story.
You were supposed to marry him, didn't, you ran off,
screwed someone else, and disappeared. He wants
revenge. As a plus for him, you happen to tie in with
something *I* want. Though he doesn't know I have my
own plan. If you got any brains, don't make a racket
like you were, or you'll be dead. Which wasn't part of
any plan." With that, Demios left the room, locking
the door behind him.
Tiarina cursed herself for missing her chance to
escape. She didn't know what was up with Demios. He
had deliberately given her a bunch of information she
was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to know. His own
plan...he was up to something. Draven...whoever he was...was
up to something. Demios's little history re-cap
stirred nothing in her.
She had information...which was useless considering she
didn't know what to do with it. She walked back over
to the open window, as if something inside her was
telling her she could use it to escape. But *how*?
From what she could see there was nothing to climb
down. Warded...that spoke of magic, which meant she
wouldn't be able to get out anyway. And who in their
right mind would throw themselves from a six story
window and hoped they landed on something soft without
splattering their brains all over the concrete?
What was missing?
* * *
Tiarina was already sick of the site of the room she
was stuck in. And of the well-dressed English guy who
came in to force-feed her that vile stuff in the cup.
What was it? She sat on the large bed, chin in hands,
not exactly sure what she was supposed to be doing
with herself.
There was a gnawing inside her that was slowly getting
worse. It had been there the first night she had
arrived here. Never gone away, though the stuff she
had to drink kept her mind from thinking about.
Now it was daylight she stood up and walked to the
large arched shaped window, looking out onto manicured
lawns, a grey-blue sky hung above. Lifting the glass
she could feel a cool breeze hitting her face.
^Well *that's* bloody stupid^ she thought with a
snort. If someone was trying to keep her hostage why
would they leave the damn window unlocked? He hadn't
thought of that. She wished she knew his name...that
might help her *remember* something.
She looked down - a mistake. She felt a swill of
sickness in her stomach as she realised she must be at
least six stories up. She guessed she might have had a
height phobia at sometime in her life. She moved away
from the window.
She turned to hammer on the door, deciding the next
time the guy came up - she was going to kick the shit
out of him and demand some answers. She was feeling
better now, and wasn't going to sit on her ass and
wait for something terrible to happen to her.
Ten minutes later the door opened. But it was a
different guy. Smaller. With unusually coloured
blue-green eyes, not quite blue, not quite green,
eerie in the pale face surrounded by the black hair.
"Who're you?"
"What the hell is that fucking racket?" His smirk was
almost...kittenishly playful. "The doors are warded, so
are the windows. You didn't think you could break them
down did you?"
Tiarina eyed him curiously. The guy spoke with an
unusual accent, something that sounded foreign, but
with a hint of something else, maybe a Western tone to
it. "Who're you? And what the hell am I doing here?"
"Technically, I'm supposed to give you this and knock
you out if you get irritating." The guy smiled
unpleasantly again, showing small white teeth.
Tiarina's eyes rolled.* Her* being difficult didn't
sound like it was going to be the issue. A thought
struck her, the guy was smaller than she was. She
could push him aside and make a run for it...even though
she had no idea where she would be going. Would that
be totally stupid?
"Yes," the guy said with a sneer. "You'll just get
yourself recaptured, and Draven will have a field day
torturing you. You really want that to happen?"
Draven..."He's the snotty guy?"
The other guy laughed. "That's...one way of putting him.
Stuck-up, pain in the ass obnoxious bastard was what I
had in mind."
The name meant nothing to Tiarina at the moment.
Though it sparked something inside her...a feeling of
dread that she had once made a terrible mistake of
some kind. "Are you going to ay least tell me your
name? Right now I'm thinking you're description of
Draven is closer suited to you."
The guy laughed his irritating, melt-your-insides
laugh. "I've been called worse. Demios. You won't know
who I am. Even if you do get your memory back."
So there *had* been something done to her memory. She
looked around the tower room again. It reminded her of
the fairy-tales about princesses trapped in towers. It
didn't look at the moment like she was going to get a
handsome prince to come and rescue her. "What's this
Draven person got against me?"
Demios shrugged and yawned. Tiarina found herself
shuddering at the site of his teeth. "Boring story.
You were supposed to marry him, didn't, you ran off,
screwed someone else, and disappeared. He wants
revenge. As a plus for him, you happen to tie in with
something *I* want. Though he doesn't know I have my
own plan. If you got any brains, don't make a racket
like you were, or you'll be dead. Which wasn't part of
any plan." With that, Demios left the room, locking
the door behind him.
Tiarina cursed herself for missing her chance to
escape. She didn't know what was up with Demios. He
had deliberately given her a bunch of information she
was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to know. His own
plan...he was up to something. Draven...whoever he was...was
up to something. Demios's little history re-cap
stirred nothing in her.
She had information...which was useless considering she
didn't know what to do with it. She walked back over
to the open window, as if something inside her was
telling her she could use it to escape. But *how*?
From what she could see there was nothing to climb
down. Warded...that spoke of magic, which meant she
wouldn't be able to get out anyway. And who in their
right mind would throw themselves from a six story
window and hoped they landed on something soft without
splattering their brains all over the concrete?
What was missing?
* * *