Hey it's me agian! I'm a bit light-headed tonight ((Literally, my hair now comes to my chin whereas before it was past my ass)) and listening to my goth rock. Bad combo. So, please forgive me if this chapter Royally bites.
Paradox
Chapter 5
I awoke to the sound of Harthos hurriedly dressing not two feet from my head. I rolled over with a sleepy groan. It was midday! Where in the hell was HE going?
"Mm? What's going on? Why're you up at this horrendus hour? No, scratch that. Why are you getting ME up at this hour?" I grunted sleepily. Harthos looked over at me, laughter in those illegally beatiful acid colored eyes.
"You snore. Did you know that?" he laughed. "The Sarafan are trying to catch us offguard. There's a huge party of them a few miles off. Catch." Harthos tossed me a sword that I quickly recognised as one of my own as I sat up.
"I do NOT snore." I protested, slipping on the clan tabard that was a part of the uniform. Harthos just looked at me and started cracking up. I threw my travelling cloak at his head as I rummaged through the wardrobe, trying to remember where I had put my other sword before my collapse into the blessed oblivion of sleep.
"Looking for this?" Harthos chuckled. I looked over at him to find my other sword in his grip, testing it's balance. "Fine blades. Both of them. You DO realize that they aren't a set, right?" he asked, eye scanning my form as I strapped the first sword around my waist.
"Of course. My mother gave that one to me. I stole this one ages ago from the Raven Armory." I told him, testing the buckle to the sword belt.
"Before or after you were turned?"
"Huh?"
"Did you steal the Raven before or after you were turned?"
"I...I uh... I WASN'T turned." I admitted, putting on the boots.
"What do you mean? Vampires are barren. It's impossible, what you're proposing." Harthos said, suspicious of me.
"My mother wasn't, I guess. I don't know how, but here I am." I shrugged. Reaching for my other sword, Harthos leapt to his feet, holding the sword about three feet above my head, out of reach, once again making me regret my unfortunate hieght. "Give it here!" I growled.
"And why would I do that? Why do you need two anyway?" Harthos asked, tossing the sword up and down and catching it as I jumped up to grab it.
"Because! I just do! It's how I learned. I know how to fight with one, but if we're going into battle I want both! NOW GIVE IT UP!" I roared, springing up as I warped my legs so that I could jump even higher. I caught the sword. While it was in Harthos' hands. I hung there for a bit before he finally let me down with the blade.
"You've got spunk. I like that." Harthos looked at me, an all too familiar look in his eye. It was the one that the other vampires had thought I was for when they saw a female in their midst. I felt myself bluch uncontrollably.
"I'm not a plaything." I snarled at him. "I'm a warrior. Now you'll banish any and all of those thoughts from that sinfully handsome head of yours before I destroy your looks." Harthos appeared hurt and I realized my error. The look in his eyes (the other's had a similar glimmer, but not the same) that I had taken for lust was in fact acceptence. I had seen it only once before. In the friend that my mother had robbed me of. "I'm sorry, I just haven't had any friends since I was little, so I'm not used to compliments." I muttered at his back, feeling like an ass.
"It's alright. I know the feeling. But if we're sharing this room, we need to get along at least as friends. I'm not like the others, who will view you as a sex object and nothing more. Just remember that." Harthos said quietly as he left the room. After I had strapped the other sword on, I followed his path to the pillars, where the Sarafan were headed.
I was going into battle.
Well, I gotta go. Next Chapter soon! REVIEW!
Paradox
Chapter 5
I awoke to the sound of Harthos hurriedly dressing not two feet from my head. I rolled over with a sleepy groan. It was midday! Where in the hell was HE going?
"Mm? What's going on? Why're you up at this horrendus hour? No, scratch that. Why are you getting ME up at this hour?" I grunted sleepily. Harthos looked over at me, laughter in those illegally beatiful acid colored eyes.
"You snore. Did you know that?" he laughed. "The Sarafan are trying to catch us offguard. There's a huge party of them a few miles off. Catch." Harthos tossed me a sword that I quickly recognised as one of my own as I sat up.
"I do NOT snore." I protested, slipping on the clan tabard that was a part of the uniform. Harthos just looked at me and started cracking up. I threw my travelling cloak at his head as I rummaged through the wardrobe, trying to remember where I had put my other sword before my collapse into the blessed oblivion of sleep.
"Looking for this?" Harthos chuckled. I looked over at him to find my other sword in his grip, testing it's balance. "Fine blades. Both of them. You DO realize that they aren't a set, right?" he asked, eye scanning my form as I strapped the first sword around my waist.
"Of course. My mother gave that one to me. I stole this one ages ago from the Raven Armory." I told him, testing the buckle to the sword belt.
"Before or after you were turned?"
"Huh?"
"Did you steal the Raven before or after you were turned?"
"I...I uh... I WASN'T turned." I admitted, putting on the boots.
"What do you mean? Vampires are barren. It's impossible, what you're proposing." Harthos said, suspicious of me.
"My mother wasn't, I guess. I don't know how, but here I am." I shrugged. Reaching for my other sword, Harthos leapt to his feet, holding the sword about three feet above my head, out of reach, once again making me regret my unfortunate hieght. "Give it here!" I growled.
"And why would I do that? Why do you need two anyway?" Harthos asked, tossing the sword up and down and catching it as I jumped up to grab it.
"Because! I just do! It's how I learned. I know how to fight with one, but if we're going into battle I want both! NOW GIVE IT UP!" I roared, springing up as I warped my legs so that I could jump even higher. I caught the sword. While it was in Harthos' hands. I hung there for a bit before he finally let me down with the blade.
"You've got spunk. I like that." Harthos looked at me, an all too familiar look in his eye. It was the one that the other vampires had thought I was for when they saw a female in their midst. I felt myself bluch uncontrollably.
"I'm not a plaything." I snarled at him. "I'm a warrior. Now you'll banish any and all of those thoughts from that sinfully handsome head of yours before I destroy your looks." Harthos appeared hurt and I realized my error. The look in his eyes (the other's had a similar glimmer, but not the same) that I had taken for lust was in fact acceptence. I had seen it only once before. In the friend that my mother had robbed me of. "I'm sorry, I just haven't had any friends since I was little, so I'm not used to compliments." I muttered at his back, feeling like an ass.
"It's alright. I know the feeling. But if we're sharing this room, we need to get along at least as friends. I'm not like the others, who will view you as a sex object and nothing more. Just remember that." Harthos said quietly as he left the room. After I had strapped the other sword on, I followed his path to the pillars, where the Sarafan were headed.
I was going into battle.
Well, I gotta go. Next Chapter soon! REVIEW!
