Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman or anything that relates to that. That belongs to CBS INC. I am just borrowing them for a while. I just might keep Sully a little longer. All of the new and strange characters belong to me, even though I might want to sell Isabella! Maybe you would like her for a while?
Adrianna woke up again and found herself on the same buffalo bed, but the difference was there sitting in front of her, was a man, who had his eyes closed.
Adrianna was now just sore and so she slowly tried to put herself up and it did not work. With all of the commotion that she was making, the man did not move. He was only wearing some velvet pants that were freedom fighter in nature and a black headband on his forehead. He looked very strong, like he was a warrior with a very muscular body. He also had a big scar on his upper chest that went to his heart to the bottom right hand of his stomach. His hair looked to be spiked and was jet black. Adrianna was not sure what to think at all. Was he evil? Was he good?
She looked at him, not sure what he was going to do. She leaned low against the wall and watched him. He looked to be breathing deeply, as he was mediating. He must have heard her because he opened his eyes. Adrianna stared into his beautiful but cold blue eyes. She was mesmerized with his eyes and just sat there, not moving.
He stood up and walked toward her, roughly forcing her up and pushed her against the wall. His body was against hers and their mouths were inches apart. She had the strange desire to kiss him.
His mouth moved closer to her and before she knew it, he was kissing her deeply. Adrianna was so weak and vulnerable that she let him in and let him take possession of her mouth. Their tongues clashed together as he roughly explored her mouth. He seemed to want more from her because he took his mouth off hers and started to kiss her neck. Adrianna had never been kissed on the neck before and she started to moan. She held onto him and started to breathe more rapidly. Then, just as soon as he kissed her, he stopped and let go, walking out of the cave and not looking back.
Isabella decided to travel with Michaela and hope that her stupid sister would come to the town and not wherever she was. She liked the town in a way and not all of the people were bad. She especially liked the telegraph man and went ahead of Michaela to see what was going on with Mr. Telegraph man. He was doing a telegraph for the asshole banker and Isabella knew that it was time to annoy the banker.
When she came in, he saw her and groaned.
"What are you doing here?" He asked obviously annoyed at her.
She went to him and hugged him as he tried to get off her. "My little bitch! I want to know how you and your very, VERY tiny penis are doing?"
He just looked at her, "Do you people have any manners?"
Isabella looked at him and angrily took out a pen. She then went to the counter and took out a glass container that seemed to contain ink. She dipped the pen into the container and grabbed his arm. She ripped some of his left sleeve and with tremendous strength, wrote penis on his arm. She gave him back his arm and laughed at him.
"Now you're part of the pen15 club, biach!" Isabella said as she slapped his ass as Michaela came in.
"You are a freak!" He said, very angered at her behavior.
"I know you are, but what am I?" She said mockingly, remembering some futuristic expression.
"You are stupid and dumb and immoral and not fit to even exist, foreigner!"
Isabella put out her hand and started to laugh. "You know I was born in Connecticut, right? My family is from an island off Spain and I am the only member who was born here. My family had been here for two years punto and there is no way that you can call me a foreigner! Don't disrespect the family at all, or I will show you a little experiment!"
She then left, not saying a thing to anyone else.
Isabella's next victim was the old man who owned the general shop. She knew the perfect plan to annoy him, and all it had to do was with asking for a simple product. She sniggered as she walked to the mercantile store thinking of her evil plan. All she had to do was ask for a nonexistent item!
She lazily strolled in, looking at a few of the items. The store was crap, there was no denying that. It had crap all over the place and she even thought there was crap for real, but realized that it was some type of brownish food that didn't look very edible at all. He saw her and as she was looking at the books, he walked to her, not liking the fact that she was even in this store.
"What do you want?" He asked very gruffly and Isabella feigned a very taken aback expression.
"Excuse me señor! I am just a PAYING CUSTOMER HERE!" Isabella said, trying to contain her laughter.
"Well then buy something! Or do you not understand that much English?"
Isabella pointed directly at his chest, touching him.
"Look here, Señor! I am a simple college girl, born in the United States who has parents and siblings that were born in an island off Spain! I think that you can at least tell me where a very useful and general item in your store is! It is common and all of the general stores seem to have it. If you have a great mercantile store, you must have this item!"
"Oh right. What is it?" He asked looking around the store.
"You have probably heard of it, as every real mercantile owner has. It's the PCST converter!"
The man looked at her as if she was crazy, as everyone tended to do.
"The what?" He asked looking fazed.
"The port censor security tablature converter, but I don't have to tell you about that! You must have it in stock, or maybe you ran out, this is a very popular item!"
He shook his head, disgusted at her. "There is no such thing!"
Isabella started to laugh. "Ahh! A joker, I have here! You like to play jokes huh! Well I do not think this is funny at all. I have lost mine and need it badly. If you call yourself a competent businessperson, you would know of this! Everyone does, unless you are not a good store owner, qué?" Isabella crossed her arms and looked at the old man, who looked very steamed.
"Get out! Get out!" The storeowner took out his broom and started hitting Isabella. This seemed like a good time to leave and so she left, not looking back at all.
Adrianna did not know what time it was and she obviously did not know what day it was. For all she knew, a week or even a month had gone by. In that spans of time, she had not seen the mysterious man with the intense blue eyes. He was in there, she knew that much, but he never came when she was awake. He came at night and always brought Adrianna something to eat on the wooden pole. She hungrily skinned and ate the animal with the fire. Leaving the bones and fur for other things, like weapons. She was starting to get a little scared, something that she tried to not admitting to herself. This man had somehow saved her life and even fed her, but she did not know a thing about him, except that he gave good kisses.
As she started to think of the kiss, her blood would boil and she would start feeling things about the opposite sex that she had never felt. She had only kissed one man and that was Jasón. The only problem was she had never felt this way for Jas and any other man before. She had strange feelings for him, but there were mostly physical and that was not the kind of thing that she wanted now.
Her back was not as sore as before and before she knew it, she was walking around and exploring the cave. In what looked to be the most northern part, there was a fountain of water. This looked to be the only source of water she could find and hungrily drank it and found that it was very cold and refreshing. As she looked around in the various rooms, she saw no remnant of his past. He did not have any pictures and no personal touch at all. His bedroom only had one buffalo hide as his bed and some soft and white animal hide as a blanket. His clothes were the same everyday. He had a black trench coat that only had one clasp at the top, and so it looked like it was partly open for the rest of the coat. He also had some velvet pants and what looked like black undergarments. She was going to go further when she heard footsteps. She froze and they steps came closer. He grabbed her forcefully from the back and she groaned from the pain as he was forcing her against him. His arms locked with hers and he just stood there, breathing deeply, not saying a word.
He started to send soft kisses from her neck to her eyes and she moaned from the pleasure. He gave a cold laugh and turned her around. He looked her in the eyes with a cold and domineering look. Adrianna could tell that he did not like her here and wanted to teach her a lesson. He forced her on the bed and pressed against her. She looked for the strength to overcome him, but it would not come she did not want it to come. She wanted him to do whatever he was going to do. She wanted him, no matter how much she said she did not.
She just lay there as he was on his side and slowly inching on top of her. She closed her eyes, waiting for what he was going to do. He slowly unbuttoned the top part of her black and white checkered dress. It was a traditional dress that she decided was best to wear with señora Quinn around. She even wore the silky white slip top and slip skirt underneath. He continued to unbutton the top part of her dress until there were no more buttons. Adrianna opened her eyes, not sure what was going to happen next. He was looking at her chest, and took his hand to her suspenders and put his hand under it. He touched the slip top underneath very slowly, briefly cupping her breasts.
Adrianna breathed hard, not sure what was happening. Some strange man was on her and she was going to loose her virginity. Before she even thought of getting away, he got off her and stood up, his trench coat flowing at the movement. Adrianna got up and started to button the top part of her dress up as he hungrily watched.
They then stared at each other, not making a noise and not saying a thing. After what seemed like minutes of silence, he was the first to speak. He said it in a sensual baritone voice in a thick Russian accent.
"You Carlucci's are addicting." He looked at her intensely and walked away, but Adrianna did not want that to happen. She grabbed his shoulder as he was as the end of the room and he looked back at her, not looking happy that she was touching her.
"What do you want!"
Adrianna looked back at him and gave a deep breath.
"I want to know who you are and what I'm doing here."
He forcefully took off her hand and glared at her.
"You do not need to know that. All you need to know is that I found you and saved your life. When you are well enough, I will blindfold you and take you to your horse. You will not tell of my existence to another soul, including Aldamora." He said the last word differently, as if it was painful to say. He gave her one last glare and left, walking very regally into the distance.
Adrianna ever more confused about her feelings and who he was. The one thing she did know is that she wanted to know more about the man.
Isabella had decided to go to town with Michaela that day, very angry with her sister. She was acting very depressed, about as much as Colleen was, and so had a biological reason to be full of angst. Michaela noticed too and when she had a heart-to-heart with Colleen, she turned around and looked at Isabella, who was eating about ten worms and once with her mouth open, which gave a very good sight to anyone who had still not eaten yet.
"Isabella, I can tell you are upset, do you want to talk about it?"
She looked up at her and stood up, going to the side and puking them up, which was equally disturbing since there were still some that were alive and both Michaela and Colleen looked disgusted at the sight of puke with moving worms in it.
Isabella wiped up the excess puke from her mouth and licked it off her hands. She then sat down and looked at both of them.
"Sorry about that sexis. I was just not hungry."
"Did you need to do that?" Colleen asked, still disgusted.
"Yes, just to see the expressions on your face," she said it looking very seriously.
Michaela shook her head, as Isabella continued.
"This was not that way that I wanted to spend my week off. I come to this poor excuse for a town to be by my sister's side and then after my pen15 pal goes off and disrespects us, she goes off on her horse to run, as she always does. This is what I am used to and it annoys me. I want to be with my sister, but she always has something that makes her stay away from me! I hate her!"
Isabella had tears in her face, obviously upset with what happened and Michaela rubbed her shoulder and even gave her a little hug.
"I'm sure she will come back," Colleen said, trying to cheer her up.
"I don't want her back. She can go off as long as she wants, I do not care! I do not want her to come back! I wish she was dead." She then started to cry, putting her face between her knees.
"You might get your wish."
It was Aldamora, looking a little scared on horseback, one hand holding her abdomen that was obviously growing with life inside, the other holding her reigns. Michaela looked at her, worry on her face.
"What is wrong, Aldamora?"
She breathed deeply and was about to tell her all about it when Isabella interrupted her.
"Isn't it obvious? She killed her and is now going to tell us all about it in full detail."
Aldamora shook her head, looking even whiter than before.
"I was born a Santis, but am no longer one. I was never one. You do not have to be afraid of me. I will not hurt you, especially since I am pregnant. You must trust me, your sister does."
Isabella looked at her and she seemed to have believed her.
"I have heard a rumor that Santis are not evil during pregnancies and even if I didn't believe that, my sister trusts you, and she barely does that to anyone else."
She took out her hand and both freedom fighters shook their hands.
"So what is wrong with my sister? This had better be good." Isabella said, crossing her arms and looking directly at Aldamora.
"The truth is that I have no idea where she is! She has not come by the village in a few days; the last time was a day before you arrived. She seemed to have just disappeared. I asked around town and a few told me that she was talking to some banker from Denver and just left on horseback. Is that true?"
Isabella nodded her head, not saying a thing. Michaela nodded too, "That is the last time we saw her. Are you positive that you have not seen her anywhere?"
She shook her head. "No, I have asked everyone possible, even going to the Cheyenne village and asking Chief Black Kettle if he or his braves have seen her. I am scared; she has not been like this in a while. Even when she was angry with you Michaela, I would see her around or she would come to the village."
Isabella took in all of the information, regretting what she had just said. "Do you have people looking for her?"
"We have, they have gone everywhere! We cannot find her at all."
Isabella looked a little frightened, but tried to keep up a brave face.
"I want you to keep looking for her. She is either hiding from us or is hurt. I know she is brave. I will pray for her and hope that she will come home soon."
Aldamora gave her a kind and warm smile. "You are brave Isabella Martiz."
Isabella smiled, hoping that she was right and she was not dead, like she thought.
Adrianna sat at the fountain feeling a little dizzy. She knew it was her head injury. She splashed a little water on her face and closed her eyes. She did not think she could stay awake that long and felt like passing out. She looked at the fountain and saw him looking at her from above. She did not think she would see his face again, but she had and as he picked her up and carried her to her sleeping place so that he could put on the ointment for her back, she felt like she was in a strange world.
He looked her in the eye and she looked back at him.
"What did you mean?" She asked as he started to unbutton the top part of her dress.
"Shut up Carlucci and let me do this. I do not want contact with you; do not make it harder for me by talking."
Isabella let him take off the top part of her dress. He did not look her in the eyes as he forced her on her stomach and forced up her slip top. He then took out the ointment and massaged it on her back. He had rough hands, as she knew before, but they seemed even rougher on her back. She did not like feeling this way for a man that was not Jasón, but she could not help it. His touch was mesmerizing and she had the distinct feeling that he would be a good lover. Adrianna blushed at her terrible thoughts and was glad that he could not see her face. He would laugh at her and probably leave. She did not know his name or anything about him, but there was this feeling of kindred spirits that came across from her. She was an assassin, a killer who had a terrible past and this man was a hunter, a mountain man who was probably running away from his past.
When he said Carlucci, he said it with hurt and anger. She had the feeling that he had been hurt before, maybe by a relative. Adrianna did not delve at all in the family of her mother's and knew that there was no way she would of, it was not the way she was. If a family member had hurt him and caused him to be this distant man, then they should be ashamed of themselves.
He had finished and she sat up, her back feeling much better. He was on his knees and pulled her to him, holding her close as if she was his lover. He just stayed there, keeping her warm. Adrianna felt something warm and wet on her bare shoulder. She turned around rapidly and saw him, his face full of tears. He then got up rapidly and angrily wiped the tears off his face and ran out of the cave.
Adrianna looked at where he had walked and put on the top part of her dress. She was starting to think of him as more than a sex-crazed psycho. She almost thought she was falling in love with him.
Isabella woke up and sneaked into the house, to check on the blacksmith. She had prayed for him and for her sister a lot and hoped that they had come true. She did not know that man, but felt like she had known him for years. He seemed like a good and hard worker who was an ex-slave. She hated how the whites treated those that looked or acted different. If they were in the same position, she knew that if they were in the position of those they treated differently, they would act very different. That was probably why she acted the way she did.
She heard voices and as she came closer to the room, she realized that it was the little Brian and Señora Quinn. She was telling him a story, which was about Michaela. When she had finished Isabella came in and jumped up and down.
"Can I sit on your lap so that you can tell me a story? I promise I will be good!" Brian laughed as Elizabeth groaned.
"You know Señora Quinn; we have one thing in common?" Isabella said, sparking up a conversation.
"We have the same name! Isabella is the Spanish version of Elizabeth! Isn't that neat!"
She seemed to have annoyed her enough for her to leave.
Isabella sat down and Brian crawled up on her lap.
"Your ma is dead like mine is," he said to her.
"Yeah, she is dead. I do not remember it much. I was only four months old. I can barely remember much about what happened before our Uncle found us."
"I guess I was lucky to know my ma a little." He then hugged her as a tear fell from her face.
Adrianna woke up the next morning to see him force a blindfold on her face. She knew that she was going to leave for the day and was a little disappointed that that was going to happen. She walked with him, as they seemed to go through a variety of steep and dangerous steps. Twice she fell into his arms and twice he brought her to her feet, Adrianna felt how strong he was and had wanted to take the blindfold off and ask him whom he was, instead she walked ahead, past the rocky steps and onto the grass above. She was glad she was walking on grass, because the last few days of hard rock were painful since she had forgotten how much it hurt since her days as an assassin.
She soon heard neighing in the distance and knew that it was Lobster, since she had a distinct neigh. They walked closer to the sound and soon she felt the horse and he took off her blindfold.
They both looked at each other for a minute not saying a thing, as they seemed to do a lot. She looked away first and got onto the horse. She took out her hand and he reluctantly took it.
"Thank you," was all she said and he walked closer. She leaned down so that they could share one last soft kiss. He then took one of her fingers and put it in his mouth.
"You female Carlucci's are all the same. I have to learn how to resist your incredible beauty. Do not tell anyone of me, that is all the payment I want," he said it darkly.
Adrianna watched her walk off into the distance and felt a strange connection to the mysterious man.
She decided to go to Colorado Springs, having a distinct feeling that her sister was going to be there. She was going to be mad and wanting an explanation. She could not tell her the truth, even if she wanted to.
By the time she had gotten to Colorado Springs, the stagecoach was there and Isabella and Señora Quinn were saying their goodbyes. Lobster trotted to them and Isabella widened her eyes when she saw her.
Adrianna got off the horse and ran to her sister who had started to cry. Adrianna tried to calm her. She was in tears as she let go and looked at the bandage that was still there. Michaela noticed too and looked at her, as if she was going to examine her.
"I'm fine, I just fell off my horse and had to stay somewhere until I well enough to move. My expertise in neurology saved my life. I am sorry Izzy, I should have been here. I had no choice sweetie."
Isabella smiled and gave her another hug.
"It is ok sexis I had fun here. You would be surprised how one sexy student of physics could have fun."
They both laughed.
Isabella got on the stagecoach and looked out the window.
"I am going to miss you Annie, I barely got to spend any amount of time with you. We must get together next year."
"It's a promise," Adrianna answered, and then remembered something.
"Isabella?"
"Sí?"
"Did a female relative of ours ever hurt a man of Russian origin?"
Isabella squint her eyes and thought about the question her sister asked.
"The only thing I can think of is our cousin Princess Blanca. She had taken a fiancée who was a prince in the royal house of Apollinariya. His name was something like Radoslav. She used her body to make him fall deep for her, but she was after her brother, because he was the crown prince. She dumped him at the alter and his brother married her instead. He soon denounced him once he became king and no one heard from him since."
Adrianna put her hand to her heart, believing the story, since it did go with the way he acted.
"Why the heck do you want to know woman?"
"I do not know, I guess for reference," she said softly.
The stagecoach soon left and Adrianna felt even closer to this mysterious man and knew that she had to meet him, had to get to know him and his sad story.