Shadow Demons
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: *Sings* Guess who's back? Back again? Aisling's back! Tell a friend!
Bakura: What are you babbling about now, woman?
Aisling: None of your business, Bathead. Anyway, here's chapter three of Shadow Demons. Kind of angsty, but no vamp. action in this part. There's a lot in the next part, though, so, like I said before, you don't like, leave, but don't flame me.
Iris: Umm, hikari? You're going to scare people away.
Aisling: No, I won't. Can someone do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: *Sigh* Aisling does not own Star Wars, but the plot and anything original is hers.
Aisling: In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own, so piss off, k? *Just then Marik comes in* Uh-oh. Psycho alert. Gotta go! On with the fic!
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Chapter 3:
"Celestia!" Qui-Gon muttered, almost to himself.
Then he headed for the balcony with Kantoris following closely behind him. A few moments later, Qui-Gon stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a piece of silky, teal fabric lying on the ground, abandoned by its owner. There was no sign of Celestia, anywhere.
Qui-Gon leant down, picking up the delicate shawl, and stared at it for a long moment. It was definitely Celestia's. But there was something oddly out of place about it that he couldn't quite place for a minute. But then he looked closer and saw, there, on the top edge of the shawl, where the fabric would have just barely brushed against Celestia's pale throat, were several small droplets of blood.
Celestia's blood.
Qui-Gon shook his head in denial. "No. Oh, God, no," he whispered in horror, his voice barely audible.
Kantoris joined him a moment later, a look of sincere concern etched into his sharp, young features. Qui-Gon didn't even notice.
"Is everything all right, Master Jinn?" Kantoris asked.
Qui-Gon turned back, only seeming to notice his presence for the first time. He shook his head. "No, someone has taken my apprentice," he answered, his tone filled with a deadly calm. Whoever had done this would pay.
An expression of horrified shock crossed Kantoris' face, and he looked genuinely outraged for a brief moment, but then it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. "Who would do such a thing? I don't understand how anyone could have slipped past our security," Kantoris remarked, the somewhat indignant tone in his voice concealing any ill intentions he may have had towards the Jedi in front of him, or the man's apprentice, for that matter.
"I don't know," Qui-Gon muttered, almost to himself, as he stared out into the distance.
"We will do what we can to help, I assure you, Master Jinn. I'll tighten security and send out a search party to find her," Kantoris said, his dark eyes filled with a fierce determination that further masked his true nature.
Qui-Gon shook his head again. "With all due respect, your honor, there is no time for that, and I do not want to frighten anyone. I fear that by the time we did form a search party, it would be too late," he said.
Kantoris nodded, inclining his head slightly. "Very well, Master Jinn. Safe journey to you, my friend. I hope you find your apprentice," he replied.
Qui-Gon offered a slight bow. Then he leapt down from the balcony and landed on the ground fifteen feet below as gracefully as a cat. He took off into the darkness, the sound of mocking, maniacal laughter following him into the night. He sent out a prayer to the Force and whatever other deity may have been listening to him. He only hoped that he was not too late.
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To Be Continued...Mwa hahahaha!!!!! Really evil cliffie!!!!! Please, R&R!!!!!! Don't make me beg, here. I hope someone at least looks at this fic, because it's really disheartening when someone puts their heart in something like this and no one even bothers to care. I'm not trying to be rude, so, please, no one take it that way. Anyway, I'll try to have the next part up asap, and I promise it'll be longer than this one.
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: *Sings* Guess who's back? Back again? Aisling's back! Tell a friend!
Bakura: What are you babbling about now, woman?
Aisling: None of your business, Bathead. Anyway, here's chapter three of Shadow Demons. Kind of angsty, but no vamp. action in this part. There's a lot in the next part, though, so, like I said before, you don't like, leave, but don't flame me.
Iris: Umm, hikari? You're going to scare people away.
Aisling: No, I won't. Can someone do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: *Sigh* Aisling does not own Star Wars, but the plot and anything original is hers.
Aisling: In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own, so piss off, k? *Just then Marik comes in* Uh-oh. Psycho alert. Gotta go! On with the fic!
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Chapter 3:
"Celestia!" Qui-Gon muttered, almost to himself.
Then he headed for the balcony with Kantoris following closely behind him. A few moments later, Qui-Gon stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a piece of silky, teal fabric lying on the ground, abandoned by its owner. There was no sign of Celestia, anywhere.
Qui-Gon leant down, picking up the delicate shawl, and stared at it for a long moment. It was definitely Celestia's. But there was something oddly out of place about it that he couldn't quite place for a minute. But then he looked closer and saw, there, on the top edge of the shawl, where the fabric would have just barely brushed against Celestia's pale throat, were several small droplets of blood.
Celestia's blood.
Qui-Gon shook his head in denial. "No. Oh, God, no," he whispered in horror, his voice barely audible.
Kantoris joined him a moment later, a look of sincere concern etched into his sharp, young features. Qui-Gon didn't even notice.
"Is everything all right, Master Jinn?" Kantoris asked.
Qui-Gon turned back, only seeming to notice his presence for the first time. He shook his head. "No, someone has taken my apprentice," he answered, his tone filled with a deadly calm. Whoever had done this would pay.
An expression of horrified shock crossed Kantoris' face, and he looked genuinely outraged for a brief moment, but then it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. "Who would do such a thing? I don't understand how anyone could have slipped past our security," Kantoris remarked, the somewhat indignant tone in his voice concealing any ill intentions he may have had towards the Jedi in front of him, or the man's apprentice, for that matter.
"I don't know," Qui-Gon muttered, almost to himself, as he stared out into the distance.
"We will do what we can to help, I assure you, Master Jinn. I'll tighten security and send out a search party to find her," Kantoris said, his dark eyes filled with a fierce determination that further masked his true nature.
Qui-Gon shook his head again. "With all due respect, your honor, there is no time for that, and I do not want to frighten anyone. I fear that by the time we did form a search party, it would be too late," he said.
Kantoris nodded, inclining his head slightly. "Very well, Master Jinn. Safe journey to you, my friend. I hope you find your apprentice," he replied.
Qui-Gon offered a slight bow. Then he leapt down from the balcony and landed on the ground fifteen feet below as gracefully as a cat. He took off into the darkness, the sound of mocking, maniacal laughter following him into the night. He sent out a prayer to the Force and whatever other deity may have been listening to him. He only hoped that he was not too late.
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To Be Continued...Mwa hahahaha!!!!! Really evil cliffie!!!!! Please, R&R!!!!!! Don't make me beg, here. I hope someone at least looks at this fic, because it's really disheartening when someone puts their heart in something like this and no one even bothers to care. I'm not trying to be rude, so, please, no one take it that way. Anyway, I'll try to have the next part up asap, and I promise it'll be longer than this one.