Hi I'm kind of low on my comments/replies, and I'd really love it if you
would leave me some so I had ideas on how to improve the story or stick to
the original plot I had in mind. Plus the Egypt supposed writing-its not
real just some font on my comp! Hee hee!
Chap 5
Pausing briefly once more, he listened to night. The footsteps behind him had disappeared. Relieved he continued running. They know where I live, they'd check over there first. He realized then he only had one option.
-The Same Time In Las Vegas In Thierry's Mansion-
"Thierry it's lunch time already! Aren't you coming down to join me? I've had to eat by myself for the past who knows how long now!" Hannah complained loudly to the door of his study. Suddenly it flew open. "Hannah I think I've got it! Come lets eat and I'll explain everything!"
".The prophecy we found in Egypt. yes that's the one. Well I've finally decoded it. That's what I've been doing for the past few days." Taking an old rusted paper from a folder beside him, he shoved it under her nose. "See here
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"Yes I can see but what does it mean?" Hannah asked curiously. "That's what I've been working on with the help of The Inner Circle Witches. They're the one's who found it. They think it's a prophecy from the past that's been forgotten because of time. It tells of two souls that were separated by time, and are still separated now. I don't understand that part yet, but the second piece of the prophecy will be here by next week so I should know by then. The last past here says to unite them and we'll see hope, or something to that extent. With the battle coming soon. we'll need every bit of hope we can get." Thierry thought to himself for a while, something he'd been doing a lot lately, while Hannah pretended not to notice. Sometimes just being there and not probing helped Thierry think things thoroughly even more. Flipping out his cell-phone he called Nilsson. "Call everyone up! It's urgent. I want them here by Monday night." Feeling more relaxed and relieved he tugged Hannah closer and nuzzled at her neck. (I'm sorry. How about we spend the whole day together. I promise not to use my cell phone - unless it's an emergency and we do something together. Anything you like.) (That's more like it) Hannah sent out.
-Back In Chicago-
Back in her apartment he paced furiously around her apartment. As soon as they'd gotten to her apartment he had closed all the windows and locked all the doors. Glaring at the small figure on the bed, he closed his eyes. This was not going to work. They'd trace him back here eventually. Even if he left her they'd still probably kill her, or send her off as some lamia's plaything. He wouldn't allow that to happen. He'd heard stories of soulmates that were separated by death. The one left living was never the same person as before. He remembered Thierry. No he wouldn't let her die. But he couldn't take her with him, it was too dangerous. So what was he going to do? Suddenly the answer was too obvious. Thierry. He knew Thierry was somehow involved in the Circle Daybreak, even if he wasn't too obvious about it. Only he could've because he'd known Thierry the longest, and he always felt something was up with him. Yes he'd leave her there. She'd be safe and out of his way at the same time. Yes that's it. That's it. We have to leave tonight, but she's got to go willingly. No telling what's out there patrolling at this moment. How was he going to make her come with him? Willingly.
Out of answers and exhausted he did the only option left. Kneeling close to the bed he heard her steady breathing. "No other way" he murmured to himself before he touched her cheek. It wasn't long before was again surrounded by a think mist of memories and thoughts. Only this time he was seeing her dream, and it was traveling slowly. It was her sister and her kids. He felt the great love she felt for them. He felt something probing in his head, this time however, it didn't hurt at all. Awed by the moment he forgot everything. He felt like he belonged. For once in a long time he felt calm and fulfilled. Not empty as he'd been for the last few centuries. Maybe this isn't too bad..
Getting up slowly and groggily he glanced at the time. Damn. It was already eleven. He remembered what happened. He recalled feeling weak and vulnerable. An old feeling he'd parted with a long time ago. A feeling he detested and loathed. A feeling of weakness he hated. What if Jonah came while I was in that trance? We could both be dead! Snarling at the thought, he remembered his plans. Gotta go pick up some things. "I'll be back" he told her sleeping body.
At his apartment he sensed others. About 3 or 4, but nothing he couldn't handle. One was walking up the stairs near the window he was crouching by outside. 3..2..1.. The fight began. The witch had put up a fight, but luckily no one heard anything. Kicking the body down the stairs he made his way up. Climbing slowly and keeping his senses alert he felt the other guard was asleep. The other one however was pacing around. Creeping slowly near the broken door, he gathered up a mental blow and threw it across the room. The guard dropped unconscious. Moving swiftly and quickly he gathered all his belongings and shoved it in his bag. All the while his senses were at work. He finished just the same time as he felt Jonah's presence. Deciding that the time was not right for the confrontation he grabbed his car keys and flung his two bags out the window by his bed. He heard them thud on the pavement as he jumped down and landed gracefully. Looking up he saw or rather felt Jonah's presence enter his apartment. Not waiting another moment he grabbed his bags and ran for his car.
********* Feeling lightheaded, she burrowed her head further into the pillow. Funny she thought I've been feeling crummy all week. Something creaked in the quiet background; her body froze. "Damn!" she heard someone hiss. The pounding of her heart was so loud, she was sure the intruder heard it as well. Pretending to be asleep, she grouped for the revolver. Releasing a sign of relief as her hand felt the cool touch of metal, she pulled it under the blankets and waited.
"That won't work. I know its not loaded," a voice said behind her. Startled she jumped up and readied herself for a fight. Facing her intruder for the first time she gasped. Her intruder was familiar, the same agonizing face. Her dreams! Yes! She remembered him. Tall, with sharp piercing green eyes, and cheekbones that at the moment were rigid and tight. He walked towards her; his presence sent a shiver through her and weakened her knees. He was slightly taller than her but he hovered above her with power and confidence just the same. Something snapped inside her as she realized just what kind of trouble she was in. Her body started shivering uncontrollably as panic replaced the fear. He was so close they were barely inches away. "Do you remember me?"
Not thinking she pushed him hard against the chest; surprised he hadn't moved her panic grew deeper. Scrambling away from him she accidentally tripped over his feet and waited for the hard floor to meet her. Instead she felt strong hands surround her waist firmly and pull her back up. Looking up at the intruder's eyes she became lost in the mist. Everything was new to her and for a few seconds she thought maybe she was dreaming. (This isn't a dream, its real) Confused at the thought she hadn't projected she felt confused. (OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?) She screamed when she put the pieces together. The man was in her head. Seeing and hearing every thought of hers. She struggled to pull herself away only to find that she had no control of her body. (LET GO PLEASE! STOP THIS) She begged him. (I can't) was all he said. (What do you mean? Is this some joke? Who are you? No what are you? And what are you doing to me?) She heard him laugh a low dangerous chuckle. (How about I just show you?) With that he sent her images of him.
**********
Images of him feeding, his fangs fully exerted, blood dripping from them, his eyes glowering in different colors. The body dropping as her released it. Girls screaming and begging for their life. He felt her recoil against him. Fear creeping in. (Wait I've saved the best for last. Guess what you are. You're my soulmate.)
Chap 5
Pausing briefly once more, he listened to night. The footsteps behind him had disappeared. Relieved he continued running. They know where I live, they'd check over there first. He realized then he only had one option.
-The Same Time In Las Vegas In Thierry's Mansion-
"Thierry it's lunch time already! Aren't you coming down to join me? I've had to eat by myself for the past who knows how long now!" Hannah complained loudly to the door of his study. Suddenly it flew open. "Hannah I think I've got it! Come lets eat and I'll explain everything!"
".The prophecy we found in Egypt. yes that's the one. Well I've finally decoded it. That's what I've been doing for the past few days." Taking an old rusted paper from a folder beside him, he shoved it under her nose. "See here
??????-?????????????????????????????-???-?- ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????- ??????????
"Yes I can see but what does it mean?" Hannah asked curiously. "That's what I've been working on with the help of The Inner Circle Witches. They're the one's who found it. They think it's a prophecy from the past that's been forgotten because of time. It tells of two souls that were separated by time, and are still separated now. I don't understand that part yet, but the second piece of the prophecy will be here by next week so I should know by then. The last past here says to unite them and we'll see hope, or something to that extent. With the battle coming soon. we'll need every bit of hope we can get." Thierry thought to himself for a while, something he'd been doing a lot lately, while Hannah pretended not to notice. Sometimes just being there and not probing helped Thierry think things thoroughly even more. Flipping out his cell-phone he called Nilsson. "Call everyone up! It's urgent. I want them here by Monday night." Feeling more relaxed and relieved he tugged Hannah closer and nuzzled at her neck. (I'm sorry. How about we spend the whole day together. I promise not to use my cell phone - unless it's an emergency and we do something together. Anything you like.) (That's more like it) Hannah sent out.
-Back In Chicago-
Back in her apartment he paced furiously around her apartment. As soon as they'd gotten to her apartment he had closed all the windows and locked all the doors. Glaring at the small figure on the bed, he closed his eyes. This was not going to work. They'd trace him back here eventually. Even if he left her they'd still probably kill her, or send her off as some lamia's plaything. He wouldn't allow that to happen. He'd heard stories of soulmates that were separated by death. The one left living was never the same person as before. He remembered Thierry. No he wouldn't let her die. But he couldn't take her with him, it was too dangerous. So what was he going to do? Suddenly the answer was too obvious. Thierry. He knew Thierry was somehow involved in the Circle Daybreak, even if he wasn't too obvious about it. Only he could've because he'd known Thierry the longest, and he always felt something was up with him. Yes he'd leave her there. She'd be safe and out of his way at the same time. Yes that's it. That's it. We have to leave tonight, but she's got to go willingly. No telling what's out there patrolling at this moment. How was he going to make her come with him? Willingly.
Out of answers and exhausted he did the only option left. Kneeling close to the bed he heard her steady breathing. "No other way" he murmured to himself before he touched her cheek. It wasn't long before was again surrounded by a think mist of memories and thoughts. Only this time he was seeing her dream, and it was traveling slowly. It was her sister and her kids. He felt the great love she felt for them. He felt something probing in his head, this time however, it didn't hurt at all. Awed by the moment he forgot everything. He felt like he belonged. For once in a long time he felt calm and fulfilled. Not empty as he'd been for the last few centuries. Maybe this isn't too bad..
Getting up slowly and groggily he glanced at the time. Damn. It was already eleven. He remembered what happened. He recalled feeling weak and vulnerable. An old feeling he'd parted with a long time ago. A feeling he detested and loathed. A feeling of weakness he hated. What if Jonah came while I was in that trance? We could both be dead! Snarling at the thought, he remembered his plans. Gotta go pick up some things. "I'll be back" he told her sleeping body.
At his apartment he sensed others. About 3 or 4, but nothing he couldn't handle. One was walking up the stairs near the window he was crouching by outside. 3..2..1.. The fight began. The witch had put up a fight, but luckily no one heard anything. Kicking the body down the stairs he made his way up. Climbing slowly and keeping his senses alert he felt the other guard was asleep. The other one however was pacing around. Creeping slowly near the broken door, he gathered up a mental blow and threw it across the room. The guard dropped unconscious. Moving swiftly and quickly he gathered all his belongings and shoved it in his bag. All the while his senses were at work. He finished just the same time as he felt Jonah's presence. Deciding that the time was not right for the confrontation he grabbed his car keys and flung his two bags out the window by his bed. He heard them thud on the pavement as he jumped down and landed gracefully. Looking up he saw or rather felt Jonah's presence enter his apartment. Not waiting another moment he grabbed his bags and ran for his car.
********* Feeling lightheaded, she burrowed her head further into the pillow. Funny she thought I've been feeling crummy all week. Something creaked in the quiet background; her body froze. "Damn!" she heard someone hiss. The pounding of her heart was so loud, she was sure the intruder heard it as well. Pretending to be asleep, she grouped for the revolver. Releasing a sign of relief as her hand felt the cool touch of metal, she pulled it under the blankets and waited.
"That won't work. I know its not loaded," a voice said behind her. Startled she jumped up and readied herself for a fight. Facing her intruder for the first time she gasped. Her intruder was familiar, the same agonizing face. Her dreams! Yes! She remembered him. Tall, with sharp piercing green eyes, and cheekbones that at the moment were rigid and tight. He walked towards her; his presence sent a shiver through her and weakened her knees. He was slightly taller than her but he hovered above her with power and confidence just the same. Something snapped inside her as she realized just what kind of trouble she was in. Her body started shivering uncontrollably as panic replaced the fear. He was so close they were barely inches away. "Do you remember me?"
Not thinking she pushed him hard against the chest; surprised he hadn't moved her panic grew deeper. Scrambling away from him she accidentally tripped over his feet and waited for the hard floor to meet her. Instead she felt strong hands surround her waist firmly and pull her back up. Looking up at the intruder's eyes she became lost in the mist. Everything was new to her and for a few seconds she thought maybe she was dreaming. (This isn't a dream, its real) Confused at the thought she hadn't projected she felt confused. (OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?) She screamed when she put the pieces together. The man was in her head. Seeing and hearing every thought of hers. She struggled to pull herself away only to find that she had no control of her body. (LET GO PLEASE! STOP THIS) She begged him. (I can't) was all he said. (What do you mean? Is this some joke? Who are you? No what are you? And what are you doing to me?) She heard him laugh a low dangerous chuckle. (How about I just show you?) With that he sent her images of him.
**********
Images of him feeding, his fangs fully exerted, blood dripping from them, his eyes glowering in different colors. The body dropping as her released it. Girls screaming and begging for their life. He felt her recoil against him. Fear creeping in. (Wait I've saved the best for last. Guess what you are. You're my soulmate.)