Greetings from The Lady Mage
Welcome to chapter 12! Before we begin, I really must give some shout-outs! I keep meaning to do this, then remember right after pushing submit. -__- Anyway, thanx go to these faithful reviewers: Jubille-gurl, Anon, Lady K2, DarkAngelCoven, Iridescent eyes, Akemi Akibi, Vampyric Angel, Spikes-storm, and Redd. Love you guys!
Now, on to the story! Read, enjoy, review!!
Disclaimer: *The Lady Mage stands* I, The Lady Mage, do NOT own Underworld or any of its many wonderful characters . . . I just kidnap them and play with them when Mr. Wiseman isn't looking!! *sticks out tongue, realises what she is doing, sits back, clears throat.* Ahem, uh, Underworld belongs to their respective owners- I just own Nikkie, Sondra, Kindra, Damon, and any other names that appear here and not in the movie. *shrugs* Why are you still reading this? Go read the chapter!
Rating: Eh, PG cause I say so.
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"I . . . I don't want you to go." Selene whispered softly, watching Michael toss a handful of clothes into a duffel bag. He paused when she spoke, dropping the bag and coming to her side.
"I don't want to leave you." he murmered, embracing the vampiress. He tucked her head under his chin, and rested his cheek on top of it. "But I must. I made a deal with Lucian and with Marcus- I can't back out of it."
The vampiress sighed, nodded ever-so-slightly, but remained in his arms until Sondra began to cry a few minutes later. The now one-month old baby was laid out on the bed between two pillows, dressed in another little white sleeper. The two new parents quietly separated so Selene could tend to Sondra. Michael returned to packing.
Selene lifted the still-tiny baby and cuddled her until she was quiet. By then, Michael's bag was packed, and he joined his mate and child beside the bed.
"It will only be a few weeks." he mumbled, leaning down to kiss Sondra's patch of fuzzy hair. "You won't even be missing me before I get back."
"Six weeks is a long time to miss out." Selene returned, letting him take Sondra. She watched him coax a little smile from their daughter. "What if you miss something big? What if she gets sick? You won't be here to help me."
Michael turned to her. "No, but Kindra and Erika are still here. They can help you until I return."
"Kindra and Erika are not Sondra's father. YOU are."
Sondra yawned in her father's arms, then promptly spit up all down his bare chest. Michael paused for a few seconds before crinkling his nose and holding Sondra out to Selene. The vampiress smirked, watching Michael hurry into the bathroom before the pink spittle could reach the hem of his jeans.
There came a soft knock on the door before Kindra stuck her head in. She spotted Selene and Sondra, then slipped inside. The baby blood was sporting Selene's leather pants under what Selene recognised as one of Lucian's black buttonups, except Kindra had it tied at her waist instead of buttoning it up over her white tanktop. The girl also sported a depressed pout which she quickly attempted to hide.
"Lucian's ready." she murmered softly. "I'm to check on Michael and Marcus."
"Michael is almost ready." Selene said softly, using a handy burprag to clean the spittle off of Sondra's little chin. "You okay?"
Kindra nodded. "He's not even gone, but I miss Lucian already." she murmered, a genuine pout crossing her features for a few seconds. "I hope they aren't gone too terribly long."
"At least you still have Damon." Erika appeared in the nursery doorway, Nikkie asleep in her arms.
"Well, Lucian isn't to me what Damon is. Lucian . . . " The girl stopped, shook her head, and turned to the door. "Tell Michael and Marcus to hurry." she murmered, sounding rather melancholy. She paused at the door. "I only had to tell you that- as far as I'm concerned, you can stall them all you like." With that, the girl slipped from the room, leaving the two mothers to sulk together.
Kindra walked back to Lucian's room, not bothering to knock before slipping inside. He hardly acknowledged her as he finished buttoning up his maroon shirt, but his eyes did meet her's in his dressing mirror. She gave him a stubborn scowl, turning away and going about finishing the rest of his packing.
"Are you angry or are you sad, girl?" he asked her, turning to view her back.
"A little of both, I think." she answered honestly, zipping up his bag. "I don't want you to leave- I never do."
He almost smirked. "I'll be back before the lillies wilt." he said, pleased with her attatchment to him.
"If I poisoned them so that they did so, would you return any sooner?" She threw a pout over her shoulder at him, then turning to face him. "You better not let that rat-fink hurt you! You better not get yourself killed!" she said, her tone edging on warning. "And you damn-well better drag his bloody hyde back here so we can nail it to the front door."
This time, Lucian let the smirk cross his features. "Will do."
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"Kindra?"
The young vampire looked up from the baby in her arms as Damon stepped into Nicolas's nursery. The equally young lycan gave her a small smile, pulling the door to Erika and Marcus's room shut behind him. "I've been looking for you."
"I've been right here." she murmered softly, pulling the bottle from Nicolas's lips. Sleeping, he made no protest. "At least, I have for the past half hour."
"Lucian told me you had run off again." Damon said quietly, coming to the rocking chair Kindra sat in, and crouching down beside it. "You are upset."
"How do you know?"
"Besides the obvious?" he mumbled, eyes searching over her face. "I can smell the salt of your tears." His eyes moved back to her own, blue meeting green. "Lucian may be leaving for a little while, but . . I am still here with you."
The auburn-haired girl smiled. "Je m'ennuierais de vous davantage, (I would miss you more,)" she whispered, leaning forward in the chair. "Si vous me laissent. (should you leave me)"
Damon smiled rather wolfishly at her. "Alors je vous sauverai un chagrin d'amour et resterai pres de vous. (Then I will save you the heartache and remain beside you.)"
"Comment noble de vous. (How noble of you.)" Kindra chuckled softly. "J'etendrai Nicolas pour avaler. Nous irons quelque part nous pouvons parler. (I will lay Nicolas down. We will go somewhere we can speak.)"
The young lycan moved away so she could stand, and watched her as she carried the hybrid newborn to the crib, taking great interest in how gently she laid him down and how she kissed him goodnight. Once Nikkie was taken care of, Kindra turned back to Damon. He stood up to take her hand.
"La bibliotheque? (The library?)" Damon asked. Kindra nodded, allowing him to lead her out of the nursery.
The library was on the first floor, just off of the main hall, and housed well over a thousand books- some new, some older than Lucian himself. The room was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, with standing shelves along one side, and several tables for reading. Kindra and Damon slipped inside, shutting the door behind them.
Damon lead the young vampiress to the far corner of the room to an oversized, leather reading chair. He took his seat, then pulled her down into his lap. Kindra laid back against the arm of the chair, her gloved hands crossed on her stomach.
"Six semaines est un long temps. (They will be gone for a long time.)" Kindra murmered, resting her head against Damon's shoulder.
"Il n'est rien. Nous sommes les immortels. (It is nothing. We are the immortal.)" Damon murmered, bringing his tanned arms around her waist. "Six semaines est mais clignotement d'un oeil. (Six weeks is but an eye's blink.)"
"Si vous dites ainsi. (If you say so.)"
"Je. (I do.)"
Before anymore could be said, the library's grand doors swung open. A lycan woman entered the room, bowing ever so slightly to the two before speaking. "It is almost time for supper." she said with a smile. "We're having all the leaders favorites. At least they'll have one good meal in their gullets before they leave in the morning."
"We'll be along in a moment, Taya." Damon said with a pleasant grin. "Tell Mama I'll come see her in the morning, okay?"
Taya nodded, tucking her greying hair behind her ears. "Will do." With that, she turned and exited the room, pulling the doors shut behind her.
"Don't worry about Lucian too much." Damon said quietly. "He's strong. Nothing can hurt him. He'll return safe and sound." He gave his love a little squeeze. "In the meantime, I believe I should like to keep you company."
"I believe I should like that very much." Kindra grinned. Damon smiled back at her, giving her a peck on the cheek before helping her out of his lap.
"Come on or we'll miss supper." he murmered, an arm about her shoulders. "And you'll miss your chance to scowl at Lucian while he eats for a half hour."
Kindra giggled as she and Damon left the library.
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Lucian sat at the head of the long table, hands in his lap, watching Marcus and Erika tease one another, and Michael and Selene try not to join in- the two still unused to expressing affection in public. The table was covered in food- human, lycan, and vampire tastes alike. The small, private dining room was soothingly quiet, setting a calm mood for the three leaders' last evening before their manhunt.
The lycanthropic alpha glanced to his right, just out of the corners of his eyes. Kindra sat in a little rocking chair that Damon had moved into the room for her. Sondra and Nikkie were both sleeping in their carriers at her feet, and the young 'nanny' was sipping at a cup of some concoction of blood, wine, and soda.
Feeling his eyes on her, Kindra turned her head to him, a pout playing at her lips. Lucian almost scowled- the baby blood somehow was managing to make him almost feel sorry for leaving his own damn castle. Standing next to Kindra, Damon just barely bared his teeth at him- as if he had almost forgotten who it was that Kindra was pouting for- but the young lycan quickly remembered.
"You know, you pouting like that does nothing." Lucian turned and said to the girl. Kindra raised one eyebrow as if in challenge, smirking to bare her set of pearly-white fangs. Damon glowered, crossing his arms. "The traitor must be found- and I want to be one of the men to catch him."
"You're doing just what she wants you to." Marcus said to Lucian. "She pouts, you scowl, she pouts, you feel guilty, she pouts, you stay here a day or two longer . . . " Next to him, Erika snickered.
"Would you take me for manipulative?" Kindra asked, resting her chin on her gloved fist.
"You're a woman. Yes." Marcus answered, then ducked away from Erika's hand as she tried to swat the back of his head. "Ow! Hey!" He turned in his chair so he could see Kindra. "We will only be gone a short while. You needn't worry."
"Asking me not to worry is like asking me to stop breathing. It is in my nature to worry." murmered the girl.
"Well, Kend, you have little to worry about." Lucian commented almost absently, lifting his cup.
"Have I?"
"Kend, that's enough." Damon said quietly, laying one hand on her shoulder.
The girl pouted once more, but kept quiet, relaxing back into her rocker, resting her hand on Damon's as the two kept watch while their leaders ate. She'd wait and speak later when not so many people would be in the room.
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Any thoughts? Next chappie will be another 'cute one' then finally- hopefully- story picks back up. -__- Eh, we can try. . . besides, I think that the cuteness is the only thing keeping some of you people reading this . . .
Questions? Comments? Review!!
The Lady Mage
Welcome to chapter 12! Before we begin, I really must give some shout-outs! I keep meaning to do this, then remember right after pushing submit. -__- Anyway, thanx go to these faithful reviewers: Jubille-gurl, Anon, Lady K2, DarkAngelCoven, Iridescent eyes, Akemi Akibi, Vampyric Angel, Spikes-storm, and Redd. Love you guys!
Now, on to the story! Read, enjoy, review!!
Disclaimer: *The Lady Mage stands* I, The Lady Mage, do NOT own Underworld or any of its many wonderful characters . . . I just kidnap them and play with them when Mr. Wiseman isn't looking!! *sticks out tongue, realises what she is doing, sits back, clears throat.* Ahem, uh, Underworld belongs to their respective owners- I just own Nikkie, Sondra, Kindra, Damon, and any other names that appear here and not in the movie. *shrugs* Why are you still reading this? Go read the chapter!
Rating: Eh, PG cause I say so.
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"I . . . I don't want you to go." Selene whispered softly, watching Michael toss a handful of clothes into a duffel bag. He paused when she spoke, dropping the bag and coming to her side.
"I don't want to leave you." he murmered, embracing the vampiress. He tucked her head under his chin, and rested his cheek on top of it. "But I must. I made a deal with Lucian and with Marcus- I can't back out of it."
The vampiress sighed, nodded ever-so-slightly, but remained in his arms until Sondra began to cry a few minutes later. The now one-month old baby was laid out on the bed between two pillows, dressed in another little white sleeper. The two new parents quietly separated so Selene could tend to Sondra. Michael returned to packing.
Selene lifted the still-tiny baby and cuddled her until she was quiet. By then, Michael's bag was packed, and he joined his mate and child beside the bed.
"It will only be a few weeks." he mumbled, leaning down to kiss Sondra's patch of fuzzy hair. "You won't even be missing me before I get back."
"Six weeks is a long time to miss out." Selene returned, letting him take Sondra. She watched him coax a little smile from their daughter. "What if you miss something big? What if she gets sick? You won't be here to help me."
Michael turned to her. "No, but Kindra and Erika are still here. They can help you until I return."
"Kindra and Erika are not Sondra's father. YOU are."
Sondra yawned in her father's arms, then promptly spit up all down his bare chest. Michael paused for a few seconds before crinkling his nose and holding Sondra out to Selene. The vampiress smirked, watching Michael hurry into the bathroom before the pink spittle could reach the hem of his jeans.
There came a soft knock on the door before Kindra stuck her head in. She spotted Selene and Sondra, then slipped inside. The baby blood was sporting Selene's leather pants under what Selene recognised as one of Lucian's black buttonups, except Kindra had it tied at her waist instead of buttoning it up over her white tanktop. The girl also sported a depressed pout which she quickly attempted to hide.
"Lucian's ready." she murmered softly. "I'm to check on Michael and Marcus."
"Michael is almost ready." Selene said softly, using a handy burprag to clean the spittle off of Sondra's little chin. "You okay?"
Kindra nodded. "He's not even gone, but I miss Lucian already." she murmered, a genuine pout crossing her features for a few seconds. "I hope they aren't gone too terribly long."
"At least you still have Damon." Erika appeared in the nursery doorway, Nikkie asleep in her arms.
"Well, Lucian isn't to me what Damon is. Lucian . . . " The girl stopped, shook her head, and turned to the door. "Tell Michael and Marcus to hurry." she murmered, sounding rather melancholy. She paused at the door. "I only had to tell you that- as far as I'm concerned, you can stall them all you like." With that, the girl slipped from the room, leaving the two mothers to sulk together.
Kindra walked back to Lucian's room, not bothering to knock before slipping inside. He hardly acknowledged her as he finished buttoning up his maroon shirt, but his eyes did meet her's in his dressing mirror. She gave him a stubborn scowl, turning away and going about finishing the rest of his packing.
"Are you angry or are you sad, girl?" he asked her, turning to view her back.
"A little of both, I think." she answered honestly, zipping up his bag. "I don't want you to leave- I never do."
He almost smirked. "I'll be back before the lillies wilt." he said, pleased with her attatchment to him.
"If I poisoned them so that they did so, would you return any sooner?" She threw a pout over her shoulder at him, then turning to face him. "You better not let that rat-fink hurt you! You better not get yourself killed!" she said, her tone edging on warning. "And you damn-well better drag his bloody hyde back here so we can nail it to the front door."
This time, Lucian let the smirk cross his features. "Will do."
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"Kindra?"
The young vampire looked up from the baby in her arms as Damon stepped into Nicolas's nursery. The equally young lycan gave her a small smile, pulling the door to Erika and Marcus's room shut behind him. "I've been looking for you."
"I've been right here." she murmered softly, pulling the bottle from Nicolas's lips. Sleeping, he made no protest. "At least, I have for the past half hour."
"Lucian told me you had run off again." Damon said quietly, coming to the rocking chair Kindra sat in, and crouching down beside it. "You are upset."
"How do you know?"
"Besides the obvious?" he mumbled, eyes searching over her face. "I can smell the salt of your tears." His eyes moved back to her own, blue meeting green. "Lucian may be leaving for a little while, but . . I am still here with you."
The auburn-haired girl smiled. "Je m'ennuierais de vous davantage, (I would miss you more,)" she whispered, leaning forward in the chair. "Si vous me laissent. (should you leave me)"
Damon smiled rather wolfishly at her. "Alors je vous sauverai un chagrin d'amour et resterai pres de vous. (Then I will save you the heartache and remain beside you.)"
"Comment noble de vous. (How noble of you.)" Kindra chuckled softly. "J'etendrai Nicolas pour avaler. Nous irons quelque part nous pouvons parler. (I will lay Nicolas down. We will go somewhere we can speak.)"
The young lycan moved away so she could stand, and watched her as she carried the hybrid newborn to the crib, taking great interest in how gently she laid him down and how she kissed him goodnight. Once Nikkie was taken care of, Kindra turned back to Damon. He stood up to take her hand.
"La bibliotheque? (The library?)" Damon asked. Kindra nodded, allowing him to lead her out of the nursery.
The library was on the first floor, just off of the main hall, and housed well over a thousand books- some new, some older than Lucian himself. The room was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, with standing shelves along one side, and several tables for reading. Kindra and Damon slipped inside, shutting the door behind them.
Damon lead the young vampiress to the far corner of the room to an oversized, leather reading chair. He took his seat, then pulled her down into his lap. Kindra laid back against the arm of the chair, her gloved hands crossed on her stomach.
"Six semaines est un long temps. (They will be gone for a long time.)" Kindra murmered, resting her head against Damon's shoulder.
"Il n'est rien. Nous sommes les immortels. (It is nothing. We are the immortal.)" Damon murmered, bringing his tanned arms around her waist. "Six semaines est mais clignotement d'un oeil. (Six weeks is but an eye's blink.)"
"Si vous dites ainsi. (If you say so.)"
"Je. (I do.)"
Before anymore could be said, the library's grand doors swung open. A lycan woman entered the room, bowing ever so slightly to the two before speaking. "It is almost time for supper." she said with a smile. "We're having all the leaders favorites. At least they'll have one good meal in their gullets before they leave in the morning."
"We'll be along in a moment, Taya." Damon said with a pleasant grin. "Tell Mama I'll come see her in the morning, okay?"
Taya nodded, tucking her greying hair behind her ears. "Will do." With that, she turned and exited the room, pulling the doors shut behind her.
"Don't worry about Lucian too much." Damon said quietly. "He's strong. Nothing can hurt him. He'll return safe and sound." He gave his love a little squeeze. "In the meantime, I believe I should like to keep you company."
"I believe I should like that very much." Kindra grinned. Damon smiled back at her, giving her a peck on the cheek before helping her out of his lap.
"Come on or we'll miss supper." he murmered, an arm about her shoulders. "And you'll miss your chance to scowl at Lucian while he eats for a half hour."
Kindra giggled as she and Damon left the library.
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Lucian sat at the head of the long table, hands in his lap, watching Marcus and Erika tease one another, and Michael and Selene try not to join in- the two still unused to expressing affection in public. The table was covered in food- human, lycan, and vampire tastes alike. The small, private dining room was soothingly quiet, setting a calm mood for the three leaders' last evening before their manhunt.
The lycanthropic alpha glanced to his right, just out of the corners of his eyes. Kindra sat in a little rocking chair that Damon had moved into the room for her. Sondra and Nikkie were both sleeping in their carriers at her feet, and the young 'nanny' was sipping at a cup of some concoction of blood, wine, and soda.
Feeling his eyes on her, Kindra turned her head to him, a pout playing at her lips. Lucian almost scowled- the baby blood somehow was managing to make him almost feel sorry for leaving his own damn castle. Standing next to Kindra, Damon just barely bared his teeth at him- as if he had almost forgotten who it was that Kindra was pouting for- but the young lycan quickly remembered.
"You know, you pouting like that does nothing." Lucian turned and said to the girl. Kindra raised one eyebrow as if in challenge, smirking to bare her set of pearly-white fangs. Damon glowered, crossing his arms. "The traitor must be found- and I want to be one of the men to catch him."
"You're doing just what she wants you to." Marcus said to Lucian. "She pouts, you scowl, she pouts, you feel guilty, she pouts, you stay here a day or two longer . . . " Next to him, Erika snickered.
"Would you take me for manipulative?" Kindra asked, resting her chin on her gloved fist.
"You're a woman. Yes." Marcus answered, then ducked away from Erika's hand as she tried to swat the back of his head. "Ow! Hey!" He turned in his chair so he could see Kindra. "We will only be gone a short while. You needn't worry."
"Asking me not to worry is like asking me to stop breathing. It is in my nature to worry." murmered the girl.
"Well, Kend, you have little to worry about." Lucian commented almost absently, lifting his cup.
"Have I?"
"Kend, that's enough." Damon said quietly, laying one hand on her shoulder.
The girl pouted once more, but kept quiet, relaxing back into her rocker, resting her hand on Damon's as the two kept watch while their leaders ate. She'd wait and speak later when not so many people would be in the room.
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Any thoughts? Next chappie will be another 'cute one' then finally- hopefully- story picks back up. -__- Eh, we can try. . . besides, I think that the cuteness is the only thing keeping some of you people reading this . . .
Questions? Comments? Review!!
The Lady Mage