Ok. I finally wrote the second chapter. Sorry that it took so long but I've got major history paper and I've been busy with it. Plus I was too lazy :-D So here it is. Umm.one more thing.This takes place in Ravenloft. And also I only read one book "The knight of the black rose." and I read it a long time ago, so I remember only so much. I added a couple of characters. Please Review.
Chapter 2.

"Lady Kitiara? Faron, at your service," deep and harsh voice reached her ear. Kitiara opened her eyes and set up in her chair. A tall dark man stared at her with his amber eyes. He was grinning.

"Yes," she replied almost in a whisper. The features of his face, his eyes brought back a hint of an eerier feeling she once felt. His amber eyes...she knew the expression in them...yet she could not detect it in her memories....what was it? She growled under her breath.

"I am sorry If you--"

"You!" a loud voice interrupted him. He turned his head in the direction of the voice. "Get away from my costumer," Jeera was screaming at Faron, "you little--" her voice broke off as amber fire of his eyes started burning into her mind. She was straggling to breath. "H--he--hel--helpp"

Kitiara got up, her velvet cloak taking a shape of her slim figure. She placed her hand on Faron's shoulder. It was pale; you almost could see the shoulder itself through it.

"Let her be," she said. Her voice was stern yet soft. The man lowered his eyes letting go of the barmaid. Jeera collapsed with a gasp. "You'll get your share of fun soon enough. Now, take me to your master, Lord Valimore." Kitiara commanded.

"Yes, milady," Faron replied obediently. He slowly turned towards the door avoiding any eye contact with Kitiara. Her touch was cold and it stung his shoulder. A ticklish ball rolled from his throat to his guts. He swallowed hard. He felt this ball only once before, when he met eye to eye with Lord Valimore. He knew what was that ball then and he knew it now. Fear. He was scared. Scared of her cold touch. Scared of her commanding voice. As he moved towards the door he cursed that feeling in his mind over and over again. He didn't notice anyone around him except Kitiara who was walking behind him. There was something else. Something drawn him to her. But what was it?

Suddenly he halted, coming back to his senses of the surrounding world. He heard faint swearing of the barmaid at Kitiara. He turned on his heals and saw, what he thought, a cunning twist on Kitiara's thin lips under the shadows of her hood. He felt her gaze through him.

Kitiara turned around slowly and face the barmaid. Jeera closed her mouth instantly. She started shaking all over. Her legs started to feel weak and she fell on her knees. Kitiara slowly moved her hood back. Her face was pale. She looked dead. She brushed back her dark curls from her eyes. Dark eyes were full of life and hatred. She stretched out her arm and put her two slim fingers under Jeera's chin. Lifting the woman back to her feet, Kitiara whispered, "You have a choice. Your life or her's" Kitiara gestured towards Mila who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, "Your beloved niece who you sworn to protect." Her voice was steady and cold.

Jeera was breathing hard. Kitiara's touch numbed her tongue. She swung her hand pointing at Mila who was terrified. "Her," Jeera managed to say.

Kitiara moved her hand onto Jeera's throat and with two fingers blocked the barmaid's airways choking her to death. "Wrong answer." She let go letting Jeera's lifeless body dropped dead on the floor. There was a dull thud. Mila gasped.

As she turned around, Kitiara's cloak moved revealing her long muscular legs. She gradually moved towards the door, her robe floating on the gusts of wind. Faron opened his mouth to ask her a question as she passed by. Kitiara halted him with her hand, "There would be time for questions later. Now you will take me to Lord Valimore."

"Yes, milady" Faron bowed low as she exited the door and followed her out.