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blah blah blah. However, I do own Tar, Dain, Zarach and Bono, but
unfortunately, they haven't been paying their rent so I don't make any
money out of them either. Damn. Reviews are really appreciated.
CHAPTER TEN - CONFUSION
Rashel woke up. Her head was pounding and her body, oh god, her body felt like she'd been run over with a steam roller. She tried to turn over and cried out into the darkness as she remembered her fall. How she had survived, she didn't know; but she knew one thing. She was alive and as long as she stayed that way, she wasn't going to give up. She turned over, groaning at the pain of her dislocated shoulder and her numerous bruises and went towards the daylight.
"I'm coming Quinn." She whispered to the light.
Rashel squinted in the daylight, her eyes burning with tears. The tide was coming in fast, she'd have to hurry to make it back before she was cut off. She sat down on the edge and rolled off the rocky outcrop onto the sand. She set off on a loping run through the shallows, the salt water seeming to eat her skin alive from the inside out. It seemed like forever before she was back in the car park, before she was inside the car, taking the car phone out from under the seat and dialling Thierry's number. Forever before she heard his voice.
"Hello?"
"It's.Rashel." She stuttered out, still breathing hard from her run.
"Rashel, what's the matter? Where's Ash and Quinn?"
"There's trouble Thierry. Ash and Quinn have been captured by the brotherhood and are being held inside somewhere. I don't know anything about Mary Lynette, I never saw her. Goddess Thierry, I don't even know if they're still alive."
"Of course they are Rashel. How did you find the entrance, we've never been able to penetrate the brotherhood before?"
"We were shown by a shifter called Zarach."
"Zarach?" The surprise in Thierry's voice shocked even Rashel, leaving the line silent for a minute.
"Have you met him before?"
"Yes. A long time ago." He paused thinking over the situation. "Keller and Galen aren't far from you. Stay in the car and lock the doors, I'll send them straight over to you now. Rashel, you're the only one that knows how to get into the enclave now."
"I'll be waiting."
"Look after yourself Rashel."
"I will."
The phone went dead.
***
Mary Lynette felt radiant and powerful, wild and beautiful. She circled with Dain, watching his muscles, looking for any hint that he might make a move. She grew tired of circling, knowing that they evenly matched. She struck out with her left knife, slashing high enough to try and weaken his lower guard, but he was too quick for her, blocking before she'd even decided what to do. That was the problem, he'd taught her most of the moves she was using with knives. How could she find something that he was unfamiliar with?
The only thing he hadn't taught her was basic combat, without weapons or telepathy. If that was the only way to win this fight, then so be it.
Mary Lynette stepped back from the circle they were tracing between them and held her knives out in front of her. She dropped them and listened as the metallic ringing sound echoed through out the halls. She stepped past her knives and kicked them out of the way. If she was going to win this fight now, she would need a miracle.
*** "What the hell's she doing?"
Ash was going mental inside his cage, both mental and physical. He looked over at Quinn, wanting him to agree with him, explain it to him with that cool confidence he always had; he wanted him to just say something.
"I don't know Ash."
Ash was astounded and silently stared at Quinn for a full minute, before slowly turning his head back to the fight.
"What I do know is, if I were her, I'd be making use of that tremendous telepathy in some way. I can feel it coming off in waves from her, even from all the way over here."
Ash cocked his head at Quinn, he'd forgotten that Quinn was considered a strong telepath among vampires, or at least normal vampires anyway. He had a valid point though. Why wasn't she fighting with every weapon she had?
*** Dain was taken aback. Why on earth had she thrown down her weapons? Perhaps it was a result of the clouding he'd been projecting into her during the fight. He'd not wanted to use too much telepathy on her, slightly concerned that she might pick up on it and retaliate in force. He really would have a tough fight on him then. He wasn't even sure if he could beat her without seriously harming her. What would he do if she died?
The feeling of intimicacy he'd experienced with her that morning still flashed through his head. The feel of her lips upon his neck. The feel of her breath on his cheek. The taste of her skin. The smell of her hair.
Xanna made a move towards him. He really didn't want to do this. He had no choice, he told himself. If he defied the enclave, he would disgrace his brothers, his parents, everyone he'd ever known and most of all he would be defying himself. Was she worth that?
CHAPTER TEN - CONFUSION
Rashel woke up. Her head was pounding and her body, oh god, her body felt like she'd been run over with a steam roller. She tried to turn over and cried out into the darkness as she remembered her fall. How she had survived, she didn't know; but she knew one thing. She was alive and as long as she stayed that way, she wasn't going to give up. She turned over, groaning at the pain of her dislocated shoulder and her numerous bruises and went towards the daylight.
"I'm coming Quinn." She whispered to the light.
Rashel squinted in the daylight, her eyes burning with tears. The tide was coming in fast, she'd have to hurry to make it back before she was cut off. She sat down on the edge and rolled off the rocky outcrop onto the sand. She set off on a loping run through the shallows, the salt water seeming to eat her skin alive from the inside out. It seemed like forever before she was back in the car park, before she was inside the car, taking the car phone out from under the seat and dialling Thierry's number. Forever before she heard his voice.
"Hello?"
"It's.Rashel." She stuttered out, still breathing hard from her run.
"Rashel, what's the matter? Where's Ash and Quinn?"
"There's trouble Thierry. Ash and Quinn have been captured by the brotherhood and are being held inside somewhere. I don't know anything about Mary Lynette, I never saw her. Goddess Thierry, I don't even know if they're still alive."
"Of course they are Rashel. How did you find the entrance, we've never been able to penetrate the brotherhood before?"
"We were shown by a shifter called Zarach."
"Zarach?" The surprise in Thierry's voice shocked even Rashel, leaving the line silent for a minute.
"Have you met him before?"
"Yes. A long time ago." He paused thinking over the situation. "Keller and Galen aren't far from you. Stay in the car and lock the doors, I'll send them straight over to you now. Rashel, you're the only one that knows how to get into the enclave now."
"I'll be waiting."
"Look after yourself Rashel."
"I will."
The phone went dead.
***
Mary Lynette felt radiant and powerful, wild and beautiful. She circled with Dain, watching his muscles, looking for any hint that he might make a move. She grew tired of circling, knowing that they evenly matched. She struck out with her left knife, slashing high enough to try and weaken his lower guard, but he was too quick for her, blocking before she'd even decided what to do. That was the problem, he'd taught her most of the moves she was using with knives. How could she find something that he was unfamiliar with?
The only thing he hadn't taught her was basic combat, without weapons or telepathy. If that was the only way to win this fight, then so be it.
Mary Lynette stepped back from the circle they were tracing between them and held her knives out in front of her. She dropped them and listened as the metallic ringing sound echoed through out the halls. She stepped past her knives and kicked them out of the way. If she was going to win this fight now, she would need a miracle.
*** "What the hell's she doing?"
Ash was going mental inside his cage, both mental and physical. He looked over at Quinn, wanting him to agree with him, explain it to him with that cool confidence he always had; he wanted him to just say something.
"I don't know Ash."
Ash was astounded and silently stared at Quinn for a full minute, before slowly turning his head back to the fight.
"What I do know is, if I were her, I'd be making use of that tremendous telepathy in some way. I can feel it coming off in waves from her, even from all the way over here."
Ash cocked his head at Quinn, he'd forgotten that Quinn was considered a strong telepath among vampires, or at least normal vampires anyway. He had a valid point though. Why wasn't she fighting with every weapon she had?
*** Dain was taken aback. Why on earth had she thrown down her weapons? Perhaps it was a result of the clouding he'd been projecting into her during the fight. He'd not wanted to use too much telepathy on her, slightly concerned that she might pick up on it and retaliate in force. He really would have a tough fight on him then. He wasn't even sure if he could beat her without seriously harming her. What would he do if she died?
The feeling of intimicacy he'd experienced with her that morning still flashed through his head. The feel of her lips upon his neck. The feel of her breath on his cheek. The taste of her skin. The smell of her hair.
Xanna made a move towards him. He really didn't want to do this. He had no choice, he told himself. If he defied the enclave, he would disgrace his brothers, his parents, everyone he'd ever known and most of all he would be defying himself. Was she worth that?