Chapter Eleven: Attack on Creole
"Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi…
(No mountain, no point, no meaning…)"
By now it was common knowledge that Miguel had fallen for Jezabel, and in it all Jez couldn't stop herself for falling in as well. She had never felt such emotion for any boy from earth, but here it was different, there was something about Miguel that she couldn't help adoring. Maybe it was his rationality that wasn't overly serious, or maybe it was the fact that Jez had finally found someone that wasn't a weakling, like those on earth. He wasn't cocky like the jocks, but he wasn't nerdy like the chess club, he was perfect. Strong and intelligent all mixed into one.
Finally, Kana and Jez had trained enough for them to be eligible in a battle, they had finally managed to hold their own in a battle, or at least long enough to make an escape. But, there was something about Jez's way of fighting. She had adopted what seemed like a kamikaze way of battle, she would rather die and take as many with her than be taken prisoner. Dilandau blamed it on her previous training on Earth, and he made it clear that he wanted no casualties on his side in this miniscule battle.
But, none the less, the battle date was drawing near, set for two days from now. Orange, 20th Moon. Naturally, Eva related this information to Van. He had only told Creole to be on their guard, and that Zaibach may be attacking with a small force, but enough to annihilate the small city.
Creole was a peaceful city, holding little or no weapons of combat. There was the royal guard, but they only acted if there was an immediate threat to the safety of their people. Zaibach had the upper hand here. In prolonging the battle date the town's people had been lulled into a false sense of security, the attack hadn't happened, and why would Zaibach attack such a poor, passive city? Others had been under attack and had fallen, some by the infamous Dragonslayers, some not.
During those times that the Dragonslayers had been out in the battlefield Jezabel had trained with the Cheetah Warriors, or if they were dispatched as well she took the liberty of snooping around the Vionne, finding out what she could. In this way she had found some very interesting information, maybe not all of it pertained to the mission, but a little history course didn't hurt either. So far all she had read into was ancient type things, but what threw her for a loop was how Atlantis – an Earth myth – had found it's way into Gaea's history. After looking up more about it, and a few trips to Lord Folken's chambers, the mystery became apparent. The draconians or winged people, were really Atlantians. In their search for power and control they became more powerful than the gods, and thus creating their own death. But, as the power of Atlantis was to grant wishes, before their demise the winged ones created a world parallel to Earth, they called it Gaea.
The two days came and went, and before Jezabel knew it, she was waiting with the rest of the Dragonslayers for a briefing in the wee hours of morning, or actually more so waiting for the orders to go. Everyone knew what happened when Dilandau was sent on a mission, the victim was annihilated, wiped forever off the face of the map. No matter how much General Adelphous (sp?) told him not to get carried away, which was like trying to tell the river to go uphill, everything that Dilandau was sent to conquer came to Zaibach in ruins.
Amongst all the casual talk, and bickering, Jezabel tried to relax, but somehow it wasn't possible. She was nervous, and questioning what she was doing here. It was too soon to blow her cover, even Van had told her that when she explained her inner turmoil to him. (Thanks to Eva's transmitter) On one side she was fighting for the enemy, while trying to take them down from the inside. But conversely Zaibach was home to her. Jezabel had friends, and didn't feel like she stuck out so much as in Earth – which wasn't the case, but at least here she felt like she belonged. Yet, all in all it didn't seem right to be fighting for Zaibach, to attack innocent people under the name of evil. Or did it feel right to fight side by side with your friends?
The maelstrom of emotions kept whirling around in her, she'd have to sort it all out later. But even with these thoughts submerged she could help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever she saw Miguel, but he was the one person Jez could not tell, his loyalty for Zaibach was deep, and hers…was not.
Jezabel jumped back to the present at the sight of her commander, Lord Dilandau. She had never seen him like this, like a caged animal. Every muscle was tense tightly coiled just waiting to lash out at some poor unsuspecting creature. His eyes, so resembling the color of blood took in the stock of men at his disposal. It would a small battle, something just to prove Zaibach's strength and intolerance to traitors. But, a battle was a battle, and there was something Dilandau hated.
Waiting.
No one made a sound as the General paced the room. Back and forth, again and again. He began to stroke the side of his cheek, slowly, measurably. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer, in a twisted fit of rage he drew a dagger and hurled it at the wall, embedding it in a wooden beam. "Let's move, we'll travel the rest of the way in the guymelefs."
"But sir," Gatti contradicted, "Lord Folken's orders are to stay here until he dismisses us." Gatti's comment was rewarded with the usual slap.
"I don't give a damn what Folken says. I take my orders from General Adelphos, not some ex-sorcerer. Now, let's move!" There was no arguing with him, unless you wanted to see blood spilt on the Vionne floor.
As one mass the Dragonslayers smartly saluted their leader and quick marched to the hanger. Climbing into the latest model of guymelefs, the Aroides unit, Jezabel ran through all the checks to make sure it was in good working order. The meters all read full, and without a moments hesitation she turned on the intercom. Before she knew it Jez was out and flying through the air like she had been born in it. It was exactly like the feeling she had when she first touched the Irish sword. It was still lying in her room, Jezabel didn't use it because she didn't want to damage it, and somehow the blade seemed too powerful to be used in basic training.
Jezabel relished in the damp morning air that whistled through the facemask, the new units were similar to the Oreades, with the only visible difference being that it had a different paint job. But unlike the Oreades this unit was not as light and easily destroyed. Everything that the supreme Oreades had lacked was fixed and updated in this new mecha. It handled like a dream, the slightest touch would send it in a new direction, and although the stealth cloaks wouldn't work in the air, they worked superbly on the ground minus the telltale wavering of the air. However, most opponents were too blockheaded to see the crucial clue between survival, and annihilation.
As the sun rose above the horizon shedding its fiery glow on the world below it, the great fireball was shimmering with a red tinge, and its very image seemed to proclaim of the blood that would be soon shed. Creole soon came into view; it truly was a small city. But barricaded around the city was an army…Van's army.
"Van!" Dilandau screamed, his voice filled with hatred that Jezabel had never heard before, or even thought could leek out of a human's mouth. But, she reminded herself, Dilandau was more monster than he was human. "Die Vaaann!" His battle cry said Dilandau charged the line - attacking the great White Dragon.
"Attack!" came a cry from the other side striking up a defensive position Jez crouched waiting. Out of the misty fog that rolled across the ground emerged a blue guymelef, 'Here goes nothing.' she thought before charging the massive piece of machinery. Forming a sword with her liquid metal the opponents met with a resounding ring that echoed the other mini battles taking place.
Jezabel had become quite skilled during her training at the Vionne, but this man exceeded her by far, in fact he was par with Dilandau, if not a little bit above.
"Who are you? I'd hate to kill such a weak opponent without knowing their name."
It was Allen, she's recognize that voice anywhere. It was still the soothing even tones, but this time it held a deadly ring to it. "I am Jezabel Gylynn of the Mystic Moon, Dragonslayer Recruit."
"I see," Allen knew better than to blow her cover, "I'm afraid that though you show great potential, you are the enemy, and I must kill you. Female or not. Besides, you need to charge more aggressively."
His sword swung up high ready to destroy Jezabel, she knew he wouldn't, but the threat seemed very real. Using the new guymelefs great agility Jezabel leapt away from this battle and chose one more suited to her skill level.
She had been trying to avoid any casualties, but soon realized that this could not be possible. The people of Creole didn't know she was on their side, and came at her to kill her. So in the end Jezabel stood fighting a defensive battle, fighting for her life. She didn't know who the enemy was, but figured whoever was trying to kill her was the enemy.
"Jezabel!" Dilandau's voice barked over the intercom, "Quit standing there holding a defense, we don't need that! Get your ass moving!"
"Yes sir!" She pushed away the current adversary and leapt up into the sky, landing in the middle of the town. 'The towns probably been vacated, I don't think I need to worry about civilians…even so, there might be people trapped inside. If I use my flame throwers they'll probably still have fighting chance.'
Jez ignited her flame-throwers and set to burning down the small city. Building after building went up in a blaze before her, and the temperature quickly rose. Two giant cylinders of fire emitted continuously from her guymelef. She sprung from one sector to the next in a whirling dance of flames. A deadly dance of the inferno. Sweat was rolling of her face, blurring her vision. Her uniform was sticky rubbing and clinging to her skin. Like an angel of death Jezabel rose into the sky twirling around some unseen pole, simply relishing in the cool air swerving around the smoke columns of her wrath.
She landed on the eastern side of the town, the wind was picking up and the sun could not be seen anymore. Only an orange haze drifting in and out of the battle smoke from the southwest could be seen periodically. Men were swinging around dodging from battle to battle, while others forming a circle with their backs to one another created a carousel of death, a whirling mass of blades and blood.
Dilandau only briefly saw what Jezabel was doing, little by little he saw the town go up in smoke, and when the firestorm reached its peak he saw the black knight who started it all come shooting up spiraling around the tongues of flame, and pillars of smoke. "Jezabel…" he whispered. He was mesmerized for a moment, watching her zoom about casting the spell of passing, but nothing more, he had a battle to finish.
He and Van parried back and forth, Van had improved since the last they had fought. But, Dilandau reminded himself, so had he. The monster had become a demon, and he had truly fulfilled the name of 'The Diabolical Adonis.'
He ducked under a blow given from Van, and blocked the next one. Jezabel used that attack quite often, so Dilandau was prepared. The next one was also one Jez tended to favor, in fact their fighting styles were almost the same. He remembered the first time and every time after that he had trained Jezabel. Each instance he was certain that he had encountered the style before, now he knew where it came from. Jezabel had been found in the forests of Fanelia. Whose to say that she didn't already come in contact with Van before, he was going to have some questions when they returned to the Vionne. Jezabel was going to have some explaining to take care of.
Abruptly Dilandau left the battlefield, "We will meet again Van!" he yelled then added silently, "And then I will pay you for scratching my beautiful face…Everyone retreat!"
Instantly, the Dragonslayers obeyed. Leaving men still in fighting stances on the ground, standing in pools of blood among the fiery ruins of what was once Creole.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
"Jezabel! I want to see you right now!"
Involuntarily she jumped, "Yes sir." she followed him quietly down the hall, she could fairly see flames rolling off him he was in such a foul mood. They entered what she assumed to be part of his chambers. There was a desk, deeply scared with the gouges from the several daggers that were scattered among the maps and battle plans. "I want to know where you were before we found you." The fire-eyed general demanded.
"In Fanelia," she replied, "That was where I landed when I came form the Mystic Moon."
"Where in Fanelia? It is a small poor city, but a large country." His was still turned from her and she could see the muscles in his back quivering.
"I do not know, I'm still not very familiar with the geography of this world."
"Like hell." he muttered, "Then where did you get this?" Dilandau asked accusingly pulling out the Irish sword that Jezabel had borrowed. "This used be in the Palace of Fanelia."
"I don't know where I landed sir, but when I did I was attacked by the royal guard. I was then taken into custody until I escaped and borrowed a few necessities."
"This sword perhaps?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what it says? Many have tried to decipher it and have failed, even Lord Folken." He smirked, glad that he had found something that even the Stratagoes couldn't unlock. "And where the hell did you learn to use a sword? Surely not on the Mystic Moon."
"I know what part of it says. It's written in Spanish, and what I know translates to 'The Sword of the Irish' I'm afraid I do not know how to read the rest. The rest is written in runes." That wasn't entirely the truth though, Jezabel could read it, in fact she had known for a long time what it said, but she had kept this bit of information to herself.
"You lie." was all he said holding the sword dangerously close to her throat. "Now what does it say?" He had given her a choice, life or death. His eyes burned into hers, she would do anything for those gem-like eyes.
" 'Awaken this relic of Atlantian power…
The fallen kingdom is yours…
She that can wield this blade, your coming has been foretold…
Beware to those not of the Atlantian Queens, this sword is your executioner!' "
"Very good Jezabel, you learn quickly." His face was now inches away from her own, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, sticky and sweet. And those eyes…what could describe the eyes that held her transfixed by just gazing into the twin pools of blood? She would do anything for those eyes…what was she thinking?
Before Jezabel could react at all she felt soft lips on hers, and a slithering eel, gently trying to pry her mouth open. Jezabel complied without realizing it. His hand dropped the sword and it fell to the ground with a clatter, while the other was roaming freely along her back. She had never seen him like this…sensuous, like he actually had a heart. "Jezabel…" he whispered into her neck, picking her up picking up his fire-dancer and placing her on the bed in the room over.
Her uniform was becoming looser and Dilandau worked with the strappings, what was she doing? Just letting him take control of her? She had never let anyone go this far with her, and she didn't plan to let him go any farther, commander or not. Abruptly, Jez pushed him off of her. "What are you doing? Get off of me!" Tapping into her martial arts training Jezabel threw him off, causing him to land on the floor, an inaudible curse was heard echoing his thud, but Jez got the gist of it.
Springing like a cat she leapt and grabbed the ancient sword before Dilandau did, and held it to his throat. "I don't care if you are the most feared general in Gaea. You don't scare me shitless, and I don't intend to let you have your way with me. No one ever has, and I don't intend to start now. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, my dear." His smile was a mix between seductive and menacing, "Just you wait one day you'll come crawling back to me, and then we'll see who gets their way." He could have knocked away the sword easily with his concealed dagger, but didn't.
"I have never made a promise I didn't intend to keep, and I won't start with you." She saw his finger twitch at his side, "Don't even try to go for the blade, I already knew you had it on you." Turning around swiftly she ran out the door, stepping a little sideways before the dagger embedded itself in the doorframe. Turning around a corner she nearly plowed Miguel over, collapsing into his arms.
"Jezabel? What happened?"
Jez chose some rather colorful language in reference to her commander.
"Jez! Show him some respect."
"You know, I would if I could, but after what he just tried to pull! I'm sorry, I just can't at the moment."
"Come on, do you want to go for a walk? It'll help to cool you down."
She nodded weakly, fixing the loosened binding on her uniform.
Miguel didn't know exactly what Dilandau tried to pull, but he knew that if he ever tried it again, he'd have to answer to himself. Commander or no, respect can only go so far.
The two strolled off hand in hand around the Vionne grounds on the early summer's evening. All the while being watched by The Diabolical Adonis from his perch.
A/N: Well? Hey lots of ya have been asking about the sword, so I complied and you have seen the word again. Tiger Wolf: Yes the sword is a katana, I'm working on a picture of it right now for all you curious folks so I'll let ya know when it's finished. Very Evil Daughter of Lord…You know who… ^_~: Thanks for the idea, and it fit in with this chapter, but rest assured you have no idea what I have planned for this little "love triangle." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FireDemon: Even you don't know what's going to happen now…and I'm not going to tell you nenner, nenner, nenner. ^_^ Ah, you'll probably beat it out of me anyway. *shrugs* Tiggy of the wind: Are you even reading this? And to anyone else: Thank you for the reviews they are very much appreciated, and all those Gem the crazy cat loverz out there, she'll make an appearance again soon…I'm guessing 3-4 chaps from now. And one other small detail…I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow, and well I won't have access to a comp for EIGHT DAYS!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO! So if the next chap take longer than normal to get out you know why.
You know I said I wouldn't make a really long A/N again, oops….
Ciao!
Ice Eyes
"Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi…
(No mountain, no point, no meaning…)"
By now it was common knowledge that Miguel had fallen for Jezabel, and in it all Jez couldn't stop herself for falling in as well. She had never felt such emotion for any boy from earth, but here it was different, there was something about Miguel that she couldn't help adoring. Maybe it was his rationality that wasn't overly serious, or maybe it was the fact that Jez had finally found someone that wasn't a weakling, like those on earth. He wasn't cocky like the jocks, but he wasn't nerdy like the chess club, he was perfect. Strong and intelligent all mixed into one.
Finally, Kana and Jez had trained enough for them to be eligible in a battle, they had finally managed to hold their own in a battle, or at least long enough to make an escape. But, there was something about Jez's way of fighting. She had adopted what seemed like a kamikaze way of battle, she would rather die and take as many with her than be taken prisoner. Dilandau blamed it on her previous training on Earth, and he made it clear that he wanted no casualties on his side in this miniscule battle.
But, none the less, the battle date was drawing near, set for two days from now. Orange, 20th Moon. Naturally, Eva related this information to Van. He had only told Creole to be on their guard, and that Zaibach may be attacking with a small force, but enough to annihilate the small city.
Creole was a peaceful city, holding little or no weapons of combat. There was the royal guard, but they only acted if there was an immediate threat to the safety of their people. Zaibach had the upper hand here. In prolonging the battle date the town's people had been lulled into a false sense of security, the attack hadn't happened, and why would Zaibach attack such a poor, passive city? Others had been under attack and had fallen, some by the infamous Dragonslayers, some not.
During those times that the Dragonslayers had been out in the battlefield Jezabel had trained with the Cheetah Warriors, or if they were dispatched as well she took the liberty of snooping around the Vionne, finding out what she could. In this way she had found some very interesting information, maybe not all of it pertained to the mission, but a little history course didn't hurt either. So far all she had read into was ancient type things, but what threw her for a loop was how Atlantis – an Earth myth – had found it's way into Gaea's history. After looking up more about it, and a few trips to Lord Folken's chambers, the mystery became apparent. The draconians or winged people, were really Atlantians. In their search for power and control they became more powerful than the gods, and thus creating their own death. But, as the power of Atlantis was to grant wishes, before their demise the winged ones created a world parallel to Earth, they called it Gaea.
The two days came and went, and before Jezabel knew it, she was waiting with the rest of the Dragonslayers for a briefing in the wee hours of morning, or actually more so waiting for the orders to go. Everyone knew what happened when Dilandau was sent on a mission, the victim was annihilated, wiped forever off the face of the map. No matter how much General Adelphous (sp?) told him not to get carried away, which was like trying to tell the river to go uphill, everything that Dilandau was sent to conquer came to Zaibach in ruins.
Amongst all the casual talk, and bickering, Jezabel tried to relax, but somehow it wasn't possible. She was nervous, and questioning what she was doing here. It was too soon to blow her cover, even Van had told her that when she explained her inner turmoil to him. (Thanks to Eva's transmitter) On one side she was fighting for the enemy, while trying to take them down from the inside. But conversely Zaibach was home to her. Jezabel had friends, and didn't feel like she stuck out so much as in Earth – which wasn't the case, but at least here she felt like she belonged. Yet, all in all it didn't seem right to be fighting for Zaibach, to attack innocent people under the name of evil. Or did it feel right to fight side by side with your friends?
The maelstrom of emotions kept whirling around in her, she'd have to sort it all out later. But even with these thoughts submerged she could help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever she saw Miguel, but he was the one person Jez could not tell, his loyalty for Zaibach was deep, and hers…was not.
Jezabel jumped back to the present at the sight of her commander, Lord Dilandau. She had never seen him like this, like a caged animal. Every muscle was tense tightly coiled just waiting to lash out at some poor unsuspecting creature. His eyes, so resembling the color of blood took in the stock of men at his disposal. It would a small battle, something just to prove Zaibach's strength and intolerance to traitors. But, a battle was a battle, and there was something Dilandau hated.
Waiting.
No one made a sound as the General paced the room. Back and forth, again and again. He began to stroke the side of his cheek, slowly, measurably. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer, in a twisted fit of rage he drew a dagger and hurled it at the wall, embedding it in a wooden beam. "Let's move, we'll travel the rest of the way in the guymelefs."
"But sir," Gatti contradicted, "Lord Folken's orders are to stay here until he dismisses us." Gatti's comment was rewarded with the usual slap.
"I don't give a damn what Folken says. I take my orders from General Adelphos, not some ex-sorcerer. Now, let's move!" There was no arguing with him, unless you wanted to see blood spilt on the Vionne floor.
As one mass the Dragonslayers smartly saluted their leader and quick marched to the hanger. Climbing into the latest model of guymelefs, the Aroides unit, Jezabel ran through all the checks to make sure it was in good working order. The meters all read full, and without a moments hesitation she turned on the intercom. Before she knew it Jez was out and flying through the air like she had been born in it. It was exactly like the feeling she had when she first touched the Irish sword. It was still lying in her room, Jezabel didn't use it because she didn't want to damage it, and somehow the blade seemed too powerful to be used in basic training.
Jezabel relished in the damp morning air that whistled through the facemask, the new units were similar to the Oreades, with the only visible difference being that it had a different paint job. But unlike the Oreades this unit was not as light and easily destroyed. Everything that the supreme Oreades had lacked was fixed and updated in this new mecha. It handled like a dream, the slightest touch would send it in a new direction, and although the stealth cloaks wouldn't work in the air, they worked superbly on the ground minus the telltale wavering of the air. However, most opponents were too blockheaded to see the crucial clue between survival, and annihilation.
As the sun rose above the horizon shedding its fiery glow on the world below it, the great fireball was shimmering with a red tinge, and its very image seemed to proclaim of the blood that would be soon shed. Creole soon came into view; it truly was a small city. But barricaded around the city was an army…Van's army.
"Van!" Dilandau screamed, his voice filled with hatred that Jezabel had never heard before, or even thought could leek out of a human's mouth. But, she reminded herself, Dilandau was more monster than he was human. "Die Vaaann!" His battle cry said Dilandau charged the line - attacking the great White Dragon.
"Attack!" came a cry from the other side striking up a defensive position Jez crouched waiting. Out of the misty fog that rolled across the ground emerged a blue guymelef, 'Here goes nothing.' she thought before charging the massive piece of machinery. Forming a sword with her liquid metal the opponents met with a resounding ring that echoed the other mini battles taking place.
Jezabel had become quite skilled during her training at the Vionne, but this man exceeded her by far, in fact he was par with Dilandau, if not a little bit above.
"Who are you? I'd hate to kill such a weak opponent without knowing their name."
It was Allen, she's recognize that voice anywhere. It was still the soothing even tones, but this time it held a deadly ring to it. "I am Jezabel Gylynn of the Mystic Moon, Dragonslayer Recruit."
"I see," Allen knew better than to blow her cover, "I'm afraid that though you show great potential, you are the enemy, and I must kill you. Female or not. Besides, you need to charge more aggressively."
His sword swung up high ready to destroy Jezabel, she knew he wouldn't, but the threat seemed very real. Using the new guymelefs great agility Jezabel leapt away from this battle and chose one more suited to her skill level.
She had been trying to avoid any casualties, but soon realized that this could not be possible. The people of Creole didn't know she was on their side, and came at her to kill her. So in the end Jezabel stood fighting a defensive battle, fighting for her life. She didn't know who the enemy was, but figured whoever was trying to kill her was the enemy.
"Jezabel!" Dilandau's voice barked over the intercom, "Quit standing there holding a defense, we don't need that! Get your ass moving!"
"Yes sir!" She pushed away the current adversary and leapt up into the sky, landing in the middle of the town. 'The towns probably been vacated, I don't think I need to worry about civilians…even so, there might be people trapped inside. If I use my flame throwers they'll probably still have fighting chance.'
Jez ignited her flame-throwers and set to burning down the small city. Building after building went up in a blaze before her, and the temperature quickly rose. Two giant cylinders of fire emitted continuously from her guymelef. She sprung from one sector to the next in a whirling dance of flames. A deadly dance of the inferno. Sweat was rolling of her face, blurring her vision. Her uniform was sticky rubbing and clinging to her skin. Like an angel of death Jezabel rose into the sky twirling around some unseen pole, simply relishing in the cool air swerving around the smoke columns of her wrath.
She landed on the eastern side of the town, the wind was picking up and the sun could not be seen anymore. Only an orange haze drifting in and out of the battle smoke from the southwest could be seen periodically. Men were swinging around dodging from battle to battle, while others forming a circle with their backs to one another created a carousel of death, a whirling mass of blades and blood.
Dilandau only briefly saw what Jezabel was doing, little by little he saw the town go up in smoke, and when the firestorm reached its peak he saw the black knight who started it all come shooting up spiraling around the tongues of flame, and pillars of smoke. "Jezabel…" he whispered. He was mesmerized for a moment, watching her zoom about casting the spell of passing, but nothing more, he had a battle to finish.
He and Van parried back and forth, Van had improved since the last they had fought. But, Dilandau reminded himself, so had he. The monster had become a demon, and he had truly fulfilled the name of 'The Diabolical Adonis.'
He ducked under a blow given from Van, and blocked the next one. Jezabel used that attack quite often, so Dilandau was prepared. The next one was also one Jez tended to favor, in fact their fighting styles were almost the same. He remembered the first time and every time after that he had trained Jezabel. Each instance he was certain that he had encountered the style before, now he knew where it came from. Jezabel had been found in the forests of Fanelia. Whose to say that she didn't already come in contact with Van before, he was going to have some questions when they returned to the Vionne. Jezabel was going to have some explaining to take care of.
Abruptly Dilandau left the battlefield, "We will meet again Van!" he yelled then added silently, "And then I will pay you for scratching my beautiful face…Everyone retreat!"
Instantly, the Dragonslayers obeyed. Leaving men still in fighting stances on the ground, standing in pools of blood among the fiery ruins of what was once Creole.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
"Jezabel! I want to see you right now!"
Involuntarily she jumped, "Yes sir." she followed him quietly down the hall, she could fairly see flames rolling off him he was in such a foul mood. They entered what she assumed to be part of his chambers. There was a desk, deeply scared with the gouges from the several daggers that were scattered among the maps and battle plans. "I want to know where you were before we found you." The fire-eyed general demanded.
"In Fanelia," she replied, "That was where I landed when I came form the Mystic Moon."
"Where in Fanelia? It is a small poor city, but a large country." His was still turned from her and she could see the muscles in his back quivering.
"I do not know, I'm still not very familiar with the geography of this world."
"Like hell." he muttered, "Then where did you get this?" Dilandau asked accusingly pulling out the Irish sword that Jezabel had borrowed. "This used be in the Palace of Fanelia."
"I don't know where I landed sir, but when I did I was attacked by the royal guard. I was then taken into custody until I escaped and borrowed a few necessities."
"This sword perhaps?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what it says? Many have tried to decipher it and have failed, even Lord Folken." He smirked, glad that he had found something that even the Stratagoes couldn't unlock. "And where the hell did you learn to use a sword? Surely not on the Mystic Moon."
"I know what part of it says. It's written in Spanish, and what I know translates to 'The Sword of the Irish' I'm afraid I do not know how to read the rest. The rest is written in runes." That wasn't entirely the truth though, Jezabel could read it, in fact she had known for a long time what it said, but she had kept this bit of information to herself.
"You lie." was all he said holding the sword dangerously close to her throat. "Now what does it say?" He had given her a choice, life or death. His eyes burned into hers, she would do anything for those gem-like eyes.
" 'Awaken this relic of Atlantian power…
The fallen kingdom is yours…
She that can wield this blade, your coming has been foretold…
Beware to those not of the Atlantian Queens, this sword is your executioner!' "
"Very good Jezabel, you learn quickly." His face was now inches away from her own, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, sticky and sweet. And those eyes…what could describe the eyes that held her transfixed by just gazing into the twin pools of blood? She would do anything for those eyes…what was she thinking?
Before Jezabel could react at all she felt soft lips on hers, and a slithering eel, gently trying to pry her mouth open. Jezabel complied without realizing it. His hand dropped the sword and it fell to the ground with a clatter, while the other was roaming freely along her back. She had never seen him like this…sensuous, like he actually had a heart. "Jezabel…" he whispered into her neck, picking her up picking up his fire-dancer and placing her on the bed in the room over.
Her uniform was becoming looser and Dilandau worked with the strappings, what was she doing? Just letting him take control of her? She had never let anyone go this far with her, and she didn't plan to let him go any farther, commander or not. Abruptly, Jez pushed him off of her. "What are you doing? Get off of me!" Tapping into her martial arts training Jezabel threw him off, causing him to land on the floor, an inaudible curse was heard echoing his thud, but Jez got the gist of it.
Springing like a cat she leapt and grabbed the ancient sword before Dilandau did, and held it to his throat. "I don't care if you are the most feared general in Gaea. You don't scare me shitless, and I don't intend to let you have your way with me. No one ever has, and I don't intend to start now. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, my dear." His smile was a mix between seductive and menacing, "Just you wait one day you'll come crawling back to me, and then we'll see who gets their way." He could have knocked away the sword easily with his concealed dagger, but didn't.
"I have never made a promise I didn't intend to keep, and I won't start with you." She saw his finger twitch at his side, "Don't even try to go for the blade, I already knew you had it on you." Turning around swiftly she ran out the door, stepping a little sideways before the dagger embedded itself in the doorframe. Turning around a corner she nearly plowed Miguel over, collapsing into his arms.
"Jezabel? What happened?"
Jez chose some rather colorful language in reference to her commander.
"Jez! Show him some respect."
"You know, I would if I could, but after what he just tried to pull! I'm sorry, I just can't at the moment."
"Come on, do you want to go for a walk? It'll help to cool you down."
She nodded weakly, fixing the loosened binding on her uniform.
Miguel didn't know exactly what Dilandau tried to pull, but he knew that if he ever tried it again, he'd have to answer to himself. Commander or no, respect can only go so far.
The two strolled off hand in hand around the Vionne grounds on the early summer's evening. All the while being watched by The Diabolical Adonis from his perch.
A/N: Well? Hey lots of ya have been asking about the sword, so I complied and you have seen the word again. Tiger Wolf: Yes the sword is a katana, I'm working on a picture of it right now for all you curious folks so I'll let ya know when it's finished. Very Evil Daughter of Lord…You know who… ^_~: Thanks for the idea, and it fit in with this chapter, but rest assured you have no idea what I have planned for this little "love triangle." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FireDemon: Even you don't know what's going to happen now…and I'm not going to tell you nenner, nenner, nenner. ^_^ Ah, you'll probably beat it out of me anyway. *shrugs* Tiggy of the wind: Are you even reading this? And to anyone else: Thank you for the reviews they are very much appreciated, and all those Gem the crazy cat loverz out there, she'll make an appearance again soon…I'm guessing 3-4 chaps from now. And one other small detail…I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow, and well I won't have access to a comp for EIGHT DAYS!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO! So if the next chap take longer than normal to get out you know why.
You know I said I wouldn't make a really long A/N again, oops….
Ciao!
Ice Eyes