Victoria day 4 part 7
Victoria couldn't believe she was there again in Pilis. The world has changed so much in the last 200 hundred years and yet the place looked the same. It sent a shiver down her spine. She stared out the window through the fog created by her own breath. It's was cold out, very cold but that just enhanced the darkness of the forest, the richness of the greens. Victoria wished that she could walk out of the vehicle and into that tree line, run her fingertips across the cold, wet, velvety branches and just disappear.
Her eyes turned toward Lilith in the front seat. She sat very quietly with her eyes straight ahead. Occasionally mumbling to herself, or to Quinn. She could no longer sense him and this troubled her greatly. Lilith was certain he was still alive, if his life force had been extinguished, she was certain she would have known. Victoria wrinkled her forehead at this, an audible sigh had escaped her lips. She wanted to explore Lilith's mind, know her secrets, perhaps then she would not feel so much like a lamb lead to the slaughter. Lilith would do anything to save Sands, even if that meant that she had to sacrifice everyone in the car, of that she was completely sure. Lilith tilted her head toward the back seat, and Victoria averted her eyes for she also had the gift.
Victoria wondered how much stronger she would have been if she had practiced the use of this strange gift the last hundred years. Would she be able to break through Lilith's walls? She smiled a little and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, bothered by many things. She could feel Connor. He hadn't picked up on her yet, but she could feel him. He was within a hundred miles. Victoria knew that it was unusual to be able to detect ones sire in that way. You must be in a closer proximity to feel them and they usually feel your presence first, but she had made it her mission to keep away from that man. Perhaps her ability to read minds had kept her more attuned to him, one step ahead. If Jacob Connor Mac Cloud had been smarter perhaps he would have been able to detect her. Luckily, he wasn't. Victoria exhaled.
Weary, Victoria closed her eyes and listened. First she heard the thoughts of Klein and Jackson, the thralls Sands and she had put under their control before things went terribly wrong. Both were concerned about the situation, but for different reasons. Klein worried that Sands was going to rip him from limb to limb once free and learns how much trouble he had had keeping Victoria safe from harm. Klein just prayed that she wouldn't be hurt.
Jackson had thoughts of a far different nature. Perhaps she had not enthrall him properly? Victoria wrinkled her forehead and opened her mind to him.
"Yes, Miss Dupree?" He asked sweetly.
"Are you ready Jackson?" she inquired.
"Very, Miss Dupree." He replied very self assured, but there is something he was trying hiding. She smiled at his poor attempt.
"Jackson?"
"Yes, Miss Dupree?"
"Don't worry so much, I'll be fine." Quickly she shut him out before he could reply. Strange, Victoria turned in the seat and looked at him briefly, for a moment their eyes locked. Strange. "Jackson?"
"Yes, Miss. Dupree?"
"You don't belong to me, you shouldn't be having those thoughts."
"I don't know what you mean Miss. . . , "
She cut him off. "You belong to the Guardians, not to me. I am just borrowing you, remember that." He smiled and nodded his head. Jackson listened, but his mind sought other possibilities. He desired to be turned and felt that Victoria was the one who would do it. Sands would tear him apart for those thoughts. Very presumptuous for a human to believe he could be anything more that what he was, or for Jackson to have perceived her to be so weak.
Clearing her mind Victoria tired to refocus. Her head still ached from her encounter with Viscalli. Such power behind that icy stare! She wondered if she could perhaps read Sands mind, help to locate him and bring this adventure to a quick end. She had not tried before, having felt it was not her place to pry. Sands seemed to have many secrets, then again so did she and everyone had a right to privacy. Perhaps one day he will trust me enough to let me in, perhaps if we live long enough. At that moment she was beginning to have her doubts. The line of black innocuous SUV's, fully packed with a heavily armed assault team was speeding down the road into what might be their doom. As the road curved she caught sight of the convoy, which twisted like a serpent. Victoria stared at the last vehicle. Only two passengers appeared to riding in it. How strange, all the others were fully packed.
Victoria couldn't believe she was there again in Pilis. The world has changed so much in the last 200 hundred years and yet the place looked the same. It sent a shiver down her spine. She stared out the window through the fog created by her own breath. It's was cold out, very cold but that just enhanced the darkness of the forest, the richness of the greens. Victoria wished that she could walk out of the vehicle and into that tree line, run her fingertips across the cold, wet, velvety branches and just disappear.
Her eyes turned toward Lilith in the front seat. She sat very quietly with her eyes straight ahead. Occasionally mumbling to herself, or to Quinn. She could no longer sense him and this troubled her greatly. Lilith was certain he was still alive, if his life force had been extinguished, she was certain she would have known. Victoria wrinkled her forehead at this, an audible sigh had escaped her lips. She wanted to explore Lilith's mind, know her secrets, perhaps then she would not feel so much like a lamb lead to the slaughter. Lilith would do anything to save Sands, even if that meant that she had to sacrifice everyone in the car, of that she was completely sure. Lilith tilted her head toward the back seat, and Victoria averted her eyes for she also had the gift.
Victoria wondered how much stronger she would have been if she had practiced the use of this strange gift the last hundred years. Would she be able to break through Lilith's walls? She smiled a little and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, bothered by many things. She could feel Connor. He hadn't picked up on her yet, but she could feel him. He was within a hundred miles. Victoria knew that it was unusual to be able to detect ones sire in that way. You must be in a closer proximity to feel them and they usually feel your presence first, but she had made it her mission to keep away from that man. Perhaps her ability to read minds had kept her more attuned to him, one step ahead. If Jacob Connor Mac Cloud had been smarter perhaps he would have been able to detect her. Luckily, he wasn't. Victoria exhaled.
Weary, Victoria closed her eyes and listened. First she heard the thoughts of Klein and Jackson, the thralls Sands and she had put under their control before things went terribly wrong. Both were concerned about the situation, but for different reasons. Klein worried that Sands was going to rip him from limb to limb once free and learns how much trouble he had had keeping Victoria safe from harm. Klein just prayed that she wouldn't be hurt.
Jackson had thoughts of a far different nature. Perhaps she had not enthrall him properly? Victoria wrinkled her forehead and opened her mind to him.
"Yes, Miss Dupree?" He asked sweetly.
"Are you ready Jackson?" she inquired.
"Very, Miss Dupree." He replied very self assured, but there is something he was trying hiding. She smiled at his poor attempt.
"Jackson?"
"Yes, Miss Dupree?"
"Don't worry so much, I'll be fine." Quickly she shut him out before he could reply. Strange, Victoria turned in the seat and looked at him briefly, for a moment their eyes locked. Strange. "Jackson?"
"Yes, Miss. Dupree?"
"You don't belong to me, you shouldn't be having those thoughts."
"I don't know what you mean Miss. . . , "
She cut him off. "You belong to the Guardians, not to me. I am just borrowing you, remember that." He smiled and nodded his head. Jackson listened, but his mind sought other possibilities. He desired to be turned and felt that Victoria was the one who would do it. Sands would tear him apart for those thoughts. Very presumptuous for a human to believe he could be anything more that what he was, or for Jackson to have perceived her to be so weak.
Clearing her mind Victoria tired to refocus. Her head still ached from her encounter with Viscalli. Such power behind that icy stare! She wondered if she could perhaps read Sands mind, help to locate him and bring this adventure to a quick end. She had not tried before, having felt it was not her place to pry. Sands seemed to have many secrets, then again so did she and everyone had a right to privacy. Perhaps one day he will trust me enough to let me in, perhaps if we live long enough. At that moment she was beginning to have her doubts. The line of black innocuous SUV's, fully packed with a heavily armed assault team was speeding down the road into what might be their doom. As the road curved she caught sight of the convoy, which twisted like a serpent. Victoria stared at the last vehicle. Only two passengers appeared to riding in it. How strange, all the others were fully packed.