*Here it be chapter three(actually chapter 4 but I couldn't resist the
rhyme even if it doesn't make sense) continue to R&R and if your wondering
I've introduced new characters in this chapter and it is still to do with
Flint the time detective.
Bloodpact Chapter 4; The Arrival
''Have they taken zee bait?'' asked the servant knowing not to trust his superior when it comes to remembering matters of such importance.
His superior twirled the goblet in his hands putting it at angles that wouldn't really show the deep scarlet liquid that was resting in there.
His face was shadowed by the immense darkness that surrounded him.
The servant had always hated coming up here but he was always loyal to his master. He would have preferred anywhere else in the vast palace than this room. Whenever he came here it'd send shivers down his spine and give him that cold lonely feeling, that feeling of hatred, of dread and that thirst for blood.... that was probably the reason his master enjoyed this room so much.
''Yes...the plan is unfolding quite nicely, step one is....complete,'' replied the master.
He twirled his finger through the deep scarlet liquid, he then put his finger to his lips and tasted it,
''Perfect, Bring me a refill servant and I shall consider sparing you pitiful life. Oh and bring me the sphere I shall have to see them myself.''
The servant hurried off to obey his masters order and returned with a small mirror and a goblet.
The master eagerly took the mirror and goblet then looked deeply into the glass.
First all that was seen was his handsome face reflected in the shining glass. He admired his features for a few moments then took the goblet and lifted a drop of the scarlet liquid. The Master spilt the small drop onto the mirror surface and the glass began to whirl round and round in swirls like ripples in a lake.
The swirls began to multiply and form shapes and a picture of something began to show. It was quite blurred at first and all that were seen were dim foggy outlines, but after a while the small blurs began to form shapes and features.
The master looked carefully at the little shapes standing on the tall mountain above the raging waters, as the rain fell heavily on their drenched cloaks.
''So, they have arrived,'' said the master an evil grin spread over his handsome young face he let out a cackle which made the servant shiver even more.
''Sh-shall I s-send O-odaiya?'' asked the servant being careful on his wording as not to make the master angry.
''That will not be necessary right yet. We shall let them get accustomed and homely in our fair land, probably leave them for a while,'' replied the master. ''So that we may catch them off guard.''
He suddenly twisted his chair around and turned to the servant. ''How old is the girl?'' He asked focusing his cold eyes on the pitiful servant.
''15, I think your majesty,'' replied the servant.
''Even more perfect,'' hissed the master. ''You may leave now Mansiss, oh and I'm rather hungry so bring me my lunch straight away!''
The servant left with both fear and surprise. Surprise with the fact that he'd used the servant's name and fear of what would happen if he wasn't quick enough.
The servant quickly dashed into the kitchen and hurriedly ordered Rose to hand over the master's lunch.
Rose handed him the tray and shot a disapproving glare towards him, which he most flatly ignored.
As he left she turned to Cathy,
''These servants have no manners these days and neither does the new master!'' She exclaimed her young rosy face red from anger.
Cathy brushed back a lock of dark brown hair.
''Well you have to admit the new master is rather dashing,'' she said rolling up the dough. ''Especially more dashing than the last one all he was, was a bag of old wrinkles.''
''Hey, don't let the family hear you say something like that, they'd turn you out suspecting that you were some sort of spy who was planning to start a rebellion.''
''What? A rebellion.''
''Oh I can tell that you must be new to these parts. Well you've got a lot to learn Catherine and your still young enough to learn it.''
''But you're only about 5,6 years older than me,'' said the young 15 year old.''
''Yes but I've got more experience now hurry with that dough we've got to have this ready for tonight's feast and the young mistress shall be inspecting soon!'' Exclaimed Rose.
''Will you girls quit chatting and get back to work!'' Screamed one of the older cooks in a frustrated tone.
''Its going to rain,'' said Merloch. ''We better find some shelter.''
Sara stepped out of the portal and almost suddenly her clothes grew longer and transformed into a long magenta dress.
Merloch turned around, ''You look nice but I don't recall you wearing that when we came here,'' he commented.
''Thanks but I'm not really into dresses.''
She reached for the basket which contained her clothes and pulled out a pair of jeans.
As soon as she took them out they grew longer and also became a dress this time lilac with frilly cuffs.
''It seems you don't really have a choice,'' said Merloch taking the dress and looking at it carefully. ''Now come on we better use the communicators to tell them we've arrived safely.''
As soon as he said this the rain suddenly began to pour down.
''I think we better find shelter first. There looks like there's a village up on that cliff.'' They took the two baskets and made their way up the mountain.
*** TBC... AUTHORSNOTE: longer than usual ennit!! Well there is much more to come so plz don't abandon me now and continue reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! R&R this chapter because I love reading ur reviews and I'd like to thank all the people who have been supporting me so far and continue supporting me!!!!
Bloodpact Chapter 4; The Arrival
''Have they taken zee bait?'' asked the servant knowing not to trust his superior when it comes to remembering matters of such importance.
His superior twirled the goblet in his hands putting it at angles that wouldn't really show the deep scarlet liquid that was resting in there.
His face was shadowed by the immense darkness that surrounded him.
The servant had always hated coming up here but he was always loyal to his master. He would have preferred anywhere else in the vast palace than this room. Whenever he came here it'd send shivers down his spine and give him that cold lonely feeling, that feeling of hatred, of dread and that thirst for blood.... that was probably the reason his master enjoyed this room so much.
''Yes...the plan is unfolding quite nicely, step one is....complete,'' replied the master.
He twirled his finger through the deep scarlet liquid, he then put his finger to his lips and tasted it,
''Perfect, Bring me a refill servant and I shall consider sparing you pitiful life. Oh and bring me the sphere I shall have to see them myself.''
The servant hurried off to obey his masters order and returned with a small mirror and a goblet.
The master eagerly took the mirror and goblet then looked deeply into the glass.
First all that was seen was his handsome face reflected in the shining glass. He admired his features for a few moments then took the goblet and lifted a drop of the scarlet liquid. The Master spilt the small drop onto the mirror surface and the glass began to whirl round and round in swirls like ripples in a lake.
The swirls began to multiply and form shapes and a picture of something began to show. It was quite blurred at first and all that were seen were dim foggy outlines, but after a while the small blurs began to form shapes and features.
The master looked carefully at the little shapes standing on the tall mountain above the raging waters, as the rain fell heavily on their drenched cloaks.
''So, they have arrived,'' said the master an evil grin spread over his handsome young face he let out a cackle which made the servant shiver even more.
''Sh-shall I s-send O-odaiya?'' asked the servant being careful on his wording as not to make the master angry.
''That will not be necessary right yet. We shall let them get accustomed and homely in our fair land, probably leave them for a while,'' replied the master. ''So that we may catch them off guard.''
He suddenly twisted his chair around and turned to the servant. ''How old is the girl?'' He asked focusing his cold eyes on the pitiful servant.
''15, I think your majesty,'' replied the servant.
''Even more perfect,'' hissed the master. ''You may leave now Mansiss, oh and I'm rather hungry so bring me my lunch straight away!''
The servant left with both fear and surprise. Surprise with the fact that he'd used the servant's name and fear of what would happen if he wasn't quick enough.
The servant quickly dashed into the kitchen and hurriedly ordered Rose to hand over the master's lunch.
Rose handed him the tray and shot a disapproving glare towards him, which he most flatly ignored.
As he left she turned to Cathy,
''These servants have no manners these days and neither does the new master!'' She exclaimed her young rosy face red from anger.
Cathy brushed back a lock of dark brown hair.
''Well you have to admit the new master is rather dashing,'' she said rolling up the dough. ''Especially more dashing than the last one all he was, was a bag of old wrinkles.''
''Hey, don't let the family hear you say something like that, they'd turn you out suspecting that you were some sort of spy who was planning to start a rebellion.''
''What? A rebellion.''
''Oh I can tell that you must be new to these parts. Well you've got a lot to learn Catherine and your still young enough to learn it.''
''But you're only about 5,6 years older than me,'' said the young 15 year old.''
''Yes but I've got more experience now hurry with that dough we've got to have this ready for tonight's feast and the young mistress shall be inspecting soon!'' Exclaimed Rose.
''Will you girls quit chatting and get back to work!'' Screamed one of the older cooks in a frustrated tone.
''Its going to rain,'' said Merloch. ''We better find some shelter.''
Sara stepped out of the portal and almost suddenly her clothes grew longer and transformed into a long magenta dress.
Merloch turned around, ''You look nice but I don't recall you wearing that when we came here,'' he commented.
''Thanks but I'm not really into dresses.''
She reached for the basket which contained her clothes and pulled out a pair of jeans.
As soon as she took them out they grew longer and also became a dress this time lilac with frilly cuffs.
''It seems you don't really have a choice,'' said Merloch taking the dress and looking at it carefully. ''Now come on we better use the communicators to tell them we've arrived safely.''
As soon as he said this the rain suddenly began to pour down.
''I think we better find shelter first. There looks like there's a village up on that cliff.'' They took the two baskets and made their way up the mountain.
*** TBC... AUTHORSNOTE: longer than usual ennit!! Well there is much more to come so plz don't abandon me now and continue reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! R&R this chapter because I love reading ur reviews and I'd like to thank all the people who have been supporting me so far and continue supporting me!!!!
