CHAPTER ELEVEN - PROVOCATION
Rashel sat in the car. She'd locked the doors hours ago, but couldn't understand why she couldn't just go straight back into the enclave to help Quinn and Ash. And Mary Lynette. The whole reason they'd gone was to rescue her, and now they themselves needed rescuing. It was a typical Quinn plan, rush in, pummel anything that moved and ask questions later. Although this time, they'd been pummelled themselves. If she even managed to find her way in undetected, how could she possibly fight off an entire enclave, rescue Quinn and the others and get out alive?
Spontaneously, she unlocked the car door and jumped out. She ran down onto the beach and looked towards the cove. She would go up against all of the Nightworld to save Quinn, why had she left him in the first place? She got to the edge of the water and felt tears running down her face. The tide had been coming in whilst she'd made her escape, it had been good at the time, cutting off pursuit. Now it was bad, because she couldn't get back in. As soon as she lost touch of the ground, the tide would sweep her out to sea and what use would she be to Quinn out there?
She collapsed on the shore line, all the pain of her bruises and cuts re- awakening. It would be hours before the tide got out enough for her to reach the entrance. "Then I'll just have to wait. I can do patience." She told herself.
She looked out over the sunset, the sky itself seemed to bleed.
"Just hold on a little longer, Quinn. I'm coming."
She whispered, just before a group of silent figures surrounded her.
*** Mary Lynette was beginning to hyperventilate. She had absolutely no chance of winning this fight, yet she knew she had to try. She was Ash's only hope. She stole a quick glance and smiled, she had something worth fighting for. She took a deep breath and steadied her mind. Her Dad had always told her anything was possible if you believed it was and even though he was hundreds of miles away, he seemed to say those words to her now.
She could win this fight. I believe, she told herself. She walked over towards Dain and stood only feet from him, watching his face fall.
"Are you ready?"
"I don't want to do this. Are those vermin really worth that much to you?"
"Yes. I would rather die than see them killed as if they were ordinary vermin by the likes of you. They may be vermin, but they are my vermin."
Dain sprung towards her only a breath after she'd finished, but then again he wasn't the patient type. He struck out with the blades and drew a laceration along her elbow with a lucky flick; she rewarded him by performing a spin kick and knocking one of the knives across the hall. She backed off, breathing heavily and watched her cut heal over. She readied herself and raised an eyebrow.
Dain came at her half-heartedly, or it seemed to her. She could never land a full blow as he was being too damned defensive. He'd didn't really want to do this and was concentrating on defence, and not attack. Until he opened himself up a bit more, she could not win this fight. She did something really stupid then.
When she pinned him to the ground, he remained there, not fighting her.
Do you know what it felt like when I killed your brother? It was exhilarating, that's what it was. She could feel Dain's anger bubbling, she'd found a pressure point and she kept on squeezing. I used him, just like I used you. I played the scorned widow act so well that you didn't question anything I fed you from my mind. You were so easy to seduce, well, it was almost boring, but then again, your brother was worse."
She could actually see Dain fuming now, she'd really found his weak spot.
"You.BITCH!!!"
She leapt off him and stood several paces away from him, a coy smile on her face. Mary Lynette hoped that she was ready for the full force of his anger.
Without even moving, he threw her across the room with the sheer fury of his will. She tried to get up and failed, his mind crushing down on her. He stood up proudly and walked casually over to her, pressing harder on her mind with every step. She let out a groan and cringed with pain.
"You are nothing to me, less than vermin. You are a virus, you move from person to person, infecting their minds and bodies and controlling. I stop this now." He turned her over to her stomach and lifted his long knife high over her, watching with pleasure as her eyes grew white with fear.
"Did you really think you had any chance against me?"
He laughed and stabbed the knife hard down into her chest.
*** Rashel looked up at the moon. Everything hurt. She was dying, she knew, yet her tormentors still insisted on beating her some more. She heard a blood curdling roar and passed out.
Rashel sat in the car. She'd locked the doors hours ago, but couldn't understand why she couldn't just go straight back into the enclave to help Quinn and Ash. And Mary Lynette. The whole reason they'd gone was to rescue her, and now they themselves needed rescuing. It was a typical Quinn plan, rush in, pummel anything that moved and ask questions later. Although this time, they'd been pummelled themselves. If she even managed to find her way in undetected, how could she possibly fight off an entire enclave, rescue Quinn and the others and get out alive?
Spontaneously, she unlocked the car door and jumped out. She ran down onto the beach and looked towards the cove. She would go up against all of the Nightworld to save Quinn, why had she left him in the first place? She got to the edge of the water and felt tears running down her face. The tide had been coming in whilst she'd made her escape, it had been good at the time, cutting off pursuit. Now it was bad, because she couldn't get back in. As soon as she lost touch of the ground, the tide would sweep her out to sea and what use would she be to Quinn out there?
She collapsed on the shore line, all the pain of her bruises and cuts re- awakening. It would be hours before the tide got out enough for her to reach the entrance. "Then I'll just have to wait. I can do patience." She told herself.
She looked out over the sunset, the sky itself seemed to bleed.
"Just hold on a little longer, Quinn. I'm coming."
She whispered, just before a group of silent figures surrounded her.
*** Mary Lynette was beginning to hyperventilate. She had absolutely no chance of winning this fight, yet she knew she had to try. She was Ash's only hope. She stole a quick glance and smiled, she had something worth fighting for. She took a deep breath and steadied her mind. Her Dad had always told her anything was possible if you believed it was and even though he was hundreds of miles away, he seemed to say those words to her now.
She could win this fight. I believe, she told herself. She walked over towards Dain and stood only feet from him, watching his face fall.
"Are you ready?"
"I don't want to do this. Are those vermin really worth that much to you?"
"Yes. I would rather die than see them killed as if they were ordinary vermin by the likes of you. They may be vermin, but they are my vermin."
Dain sprung towards her only a breath after she'd finished, but then again he wasn't the patient type. He struck out with the blades and drew a laceration along her elbow with a lucky flick; she rewarded him by performing a spin kick and knocking one of the knives across the hall. She backed off, breathing heavily and watched her cut heal over. She readied herself and raised an eyebrow.
Dain came at her half-heartedly, or it seemed to her. She could never land a full blow as he was being too damned defensive. He'd didn't really want to do this and was concentrating on defence, and not attack. Until he opened himself up a bit more, she could not win this fight. She did something really stupid then.
When she pinned him to the ground, he remained there, not fighting her.
Do you know what it felt like when I killed your brother? It was exhilarating, that's what it was. She could feel Dain's anger bubbling, she'd found a pressure point and she kept on squeezing. I used him, just like I used you. I played the scorned widow act so well that you didn't question anything I fed you from my mind. You were so easy to seduce, well, it was almost boring, but then again, your brother was worse."
She could actually see Dain fuming now, she'd really found his weak spot.
"You.BITCH!!!"
She leapt off him and stood several paces away from him, a coy smile on her face. Mary Lynette hoped that she was ready for the full force of his anger.
Without even moving, he threw her across the room with the sheer fury of his will. She tried to get up and failed, his mind crushing down on her. He stood up proudly and walked casually over to her, pressing harder on her mind with every step. She let out a groan and cringed with pain.
"You are nothing to me, less than vermin. You are a virus, you move from person to person, infecting their minds and bodies and controlling. I stop this now." He turned her over to her stomach and lifted his long knife high over her, watching with pleasure as her eyes grew white with fear.
"Did you really think you had any chance against me?"
He laughed and stabbed the knife hard down into her chest.
*** Rashel looked up at the moon. Everything hurt. She was dying, she knew, yet her tormentors still insisted on beating her some more. She heard a blood curdling roar and passed out.