Chapter 14
By MG
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Mamoru mentally cursed as he sat back languidly in the rear of his limousine; Usagi had completely humiliated him. If there was any doubt from her lackeys that he was basically her bitch dog, it was settled when she drank of him greedily that morning.
It burnt like fire and hurt like hell; it was obvious she was attempting to make it a painful exchange; she seemed to be the type to thrive on the pain of others. When he didn't give in to her with screams, she immediately got angry, throwing him out of the mansion and saying aloud that he disgusted her. He was thoroughly embarrassed to say the least when his limo arrived, his hand applying pressure to his neck to stop the flow of blood until it healed, an evident scowl on his face along with several blue bruises. One thing was for sure; he would have to greatly delay his plans to get anything from her. Usagi was not a woman to fuck around with, he had more than met his match in her, and now he had to find a way to extract her from his life.
As he dwelled on the matter he realized that there was only one way...only one path that could get her to forget her thoughts. And to do this, he would have to do the one thing he had never imagined it would come to…
He would have to pretend that he had fallen in love with her.
He spat in disgust at the thought.
~*~
"Robert!" Minako whined. "Where are we going?" She giggled as she laid her head to rest against his chest.
"Patience kitten." He replied playfully. "You'll get your ball of yarn yet." She sighed as he continued to carry her blindfolded to some unknown destination.
"I don't need a ball of yarn...I just need you." She purred.
"Keep that up and I think it's mighty possible that we shall not make it to our destination." His lips tickled her ear and she shuddered.
"No complaints here." She reached up and tugged playfully on his ear with her teeth, causing him to moan.
"You entice me...but I will not let you thwart my good intentions." He placed her down on her feet. "We're here."
"Can I take off the blindfold now?" She asked anxiously, her fingers already reaching for the white cloth.
"Wait just a moment." He replied as he began to walk around the room, moving things here and there and adjusting the lighting "Okay." She grinned like a schoolgirl on her first date as her fingers nervously pulled the blindfold away. When her eyes adjusted to the dim light, her lips parted softly at the view before her. He bowed head as she took in her surroundings in awe. She looked over the room at all the lit candles and rose covered sheets. His eyes searched the ground apprehensively as if looking for the words to speak before lifting his eyes to her once more. "Do you...do you like it?"
"Do I like it?" She asked him incredulously. "How can I not like it? I...it's...Robert, this has got to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me...I...I love it...I love you." She ended softly, tears falling from her eyes as she ran to him; he pulled her tightly within his embrace before releasing her. "Why did you-?"
"Do I need a reason to show the woman I love just how much I love her?" He interrupted. She smiled once more before turning away and taking a few steps from him.
"I can't believe how…oh goodness…tonight…tonight is…oh!" She continued in awe.
"How could I forget the best night of my entire life?" He brooded softly as he approached her, his arms snaking round her waist. She sighed, allowing the silence to take over as he rocked her back and forth. "How bout we show that bed a good time huh?" He chuckled, his lips centimeters from her throat.
"Why Robert!" She giggled. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Perhaps I am..." He whispered gruffly as his lips began to make a path of light butterfly kisses all down her neck, his fingers blindly loosening the bindings on her dress.
"Then let me not disappoint you." She turned towards him quickly, allowing her dress to fall mindlessly to the floor, before bringing his lips down to hers and kissing him hard and full.
~*~
Malachite unseeingly combed his fingers through her brown strands, his mind a complete ball of confusion. There was so much to tell, but yet so much to keep secret.
His free hand drew patterns on her backside; if he told her what he knew, he knew she would not understand. The problem was a matter of when and how. Perhaps he could strike some kind of bargain that could get him out of this fate; it just wasn't fair. He sighed when he heard her whimper, and felt a slimmer of wetness slide down his chest.
"Why are you crying?"
"I should be asking you of this. I feel great emotion coming from you and it makes me cry...something's wrong...something terrible...that you're not telling me." He cursed mentally; he should have known that even if he could block those thoughts from her head, that as part of his soul she would feel the intense feelings.
"Nothing's wrong love...I just...I'm just worried about you is all...we have a hard days ahead of us." His thoughts were suspended for but a moment, his hands coming up to clasp hers before glancing at their joined fingers. "Minako…tell me something…what is it that Serenity wants of Endymion?"
"You mean you don't know?" She repositioned her body so that she lay over him, supporting her weight on her arms.
"Endymion is a stubborn man, when he is in trouble, he refuses to tell me." She could feel his chest move beneath her as he sighed heavily before continuing. "I wish I could read what was going on in his head, but over the years, he has learned how to block his thoughts from me…if he doesn't want me to know something, he will have no trouble in hiding it from me."
"That must be why we were never able to discern what he was…" She replied in wonder.
"He's very clever all right…but I'm worried about him. He has not been himself lately, and it has something to do with her…what does she want from him?" He asked once more.
"She wants his child…" At her low hushed words, he sat up abruptly.
"No.", was his choked reply.
"What? What is wrong with that?" She was confused, what else had he known that he was not telling her. He sat still, starring into empty space as she repeatedly attempted to breach contact with him. "Robert? Robert? Robert?" She pushed him forcefully back against the bed and straddled him, before reaching out and slapping him across the face; his eyes instantly focused on her own. "Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"Puberty." He solemnly replied.
"Excuse me?"
"She's going through puberty…" He passed his fingers gruffly through his hair before continuing. "You think I would have recognized the signs and her age as being the reason why now is such a detrimental time for this to occur…damnit…I've spent my time hovering through books and trying to figure out why she would wait hundreds of years before enacting the end of the world, so to speak." He cursed as he brought his hand to slam against the wooden backboard at the head of the bed.
"I don't understand…if she's over hundreds of years old, why is she now going through puberty?"
"You still think of yourself as pure human Minako…think about it from a vampire's point of view…in our terms, she' just reaching adolescence."
"But wouldn't that mean that I'm-"
"No…you're not full blood, you weren't born into the vampire life." He answered for her, knowing what she would ask. "If a vampire is part human part vampire, full blooded mind you; they go through puberty twice, once for the human side in them, and a second time for the vampire side in them."
"I still don't understand, what this has to do with anything?"
"First of all, based on everything you told me, Serenity shows all the signs of going through puberty…and I'd be damned, I really should have picked up on it. She's bratty, spoiled, easily angered, erratic...and...she wants a child, something slightly human to hold on to…that last and most definite aspect…" He sighed once more as he looked towards the window. "It's basically the world's worst nightmare…cause in this stage, she's going to be unpredictable, bitchy, hard to control…"
"How long does this usually last?"
"A year, two years...a hundred years..."He replied. "It starts off slow...and towards the end, all emotions become magnified."
"Slowly, over the years, I had always had this feeling that something was changing in her...I thought that it was just a phase, or part of her normal mannerisms...but she was never like this before...but before was a very long time ago." She paused for a moment, a weary look upon her face before she continued, slightly more determined. "How do we stop it?" He turned to face her once more, a frown on his face.
"Simple...she has to get pregnant…"
The room was silent as they thought over what they had just learned of each other; how would they proceed now? For Minako, however, more important matters dwelled in her head; matters that her and Malachite needed to discuss; she breathed in slow controlled breaths before speaking.
"Robert …there is something that I need to discuss with you."
"Oh?" He voice was a soft murmur as he brought his hand up to cup her chin gently, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip back and forth.
"Yes…" His eyes looked deep within hers, as he attempted to retrieve the information.
"What are you hiding from me?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
"Nothing…I just…it's better if I say it…than if you pluck it from my mind…" She closed her eyes tightly before continuing. "I'm...I am pregnant." She watched as he turned away slightly, his eyes suddenly distant. "I knew if I told you that you would try and confine me to one spot...and that you would make me abort the plan-"
"Do you know how dangerous this is?" He sat up quickly without preamble and gripped her shoulders tightly. "You live right under her nose, you would not only have to hide your thoughts but now your pregnancy...Elizabeth this is all wrong!" His grip on her arms tightened. "We can't now...something could happen...you're in so much danger than-" He paused in the midst of his tirade after getting one look at her tear streaked face, her sobs echoing about him. Why had he always forgotten than she was much younger than he, so much more vulnerable? "Oh darling I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to yell at you...I just worry about you so much...I-" She placed her fingers on his lips, silencing him.
"No empty words...show me how much." She sucked in a breath as he lay her down on the bed silently and entered her.
~*~
Malachite lay still within the aftermath of love, realizing that sleep would simply evade him. After a time, he sighed and arose from the bed, setting up the easel and canvas he had brought, beginning to vent out unshed feelings on it. His fingers smudged spots on the smooth print here and there, making the pasteful blur of colors form the shapes he desired. He looked in between his subject and the artwork, capturing every detail he could, and adding a few of his own: the way the sun shone through her hair, the dips and curves of her smooth silky skin, and the prominent orbs that peaked up at him due to a slight growth; the features of motherhood coming alive in her. His eyes captured everything, all of which to him was the beauty that was her; she was everything to him, his light, his love, his heart, his all...was he ready to give that all up?
He heard her stir, but ignored the sounds as he picked up a brush and made a few more strokes across padded canvas.
"Are you not even a little bit tired? What are you doing?" Tired eyes glanced at him wearily as he continued his work.
Capturing beauty. He glanced at her with a loving smile, his eyes going back to his work of art.
I didn't know you were an artist.
You do not live for over a thousand years without acquiring a few talents here and there. He watched as she propped herself up on her arms, her hair falling off her shoulders. You're beautiful. She blushed and turned her head away, giving way to silence momentarily.
How old were you when you met me?
Does it matter? He smirked, his brow lifting slightly in amusement.
No…I was just curious...I guess…She looked back at him with a shy smile.
Let's just say that in comparison, as far as the mortality of a vampire goes and the standards for a human being…that I'm robbing the cradle. He chuckled at her shocked look.
But I thought you said you were only over a thousand years old!
Ma chere, I never said how much over a thousand. He sighed as his eyes fixed upon her. You have much to learn you know…you are only a young one in vampire standards.
Is that how you think of me when…Her eyes looked away, as she couldn't bring herself to complete the thought, but he knew where she was going.
My love…do you honestly think that I can even think when we make love? Come here…let me show you how beautiful you are. He extended his arm out towards her and she came obediently, albeit, a bit bashfully. It's the way you blush still when I tell you sweet things, and the way in which you look at me with such an innocent look…my love, you may be well versed in many things, especially of the sexual nature...And here he chuckled deeply. But you are still very innocent…but that is what I love about you. She placed her hand in his and he brought her to his side next to the window. Her mouth parted slowly as she gazed in wonder at the portrait of her sleeping on the bed, the white sheets barely covering her nude form.
"It's beautiful…but I don't think I-" She gasped aloud as her fingers reached over to touch the still wet paint.
"You look that beautiful and more…words could never describe it." He looked up at her with sincere eyes, his voice deep. Unguarded tears fell down her cheek, and she leaned into his palm as he reached up to wipe them away.
To me, you are the one who is beautiful. Your eyes are like dark emerald gems, your hair like red silk with the sun's light on it.
Come to me. I want to make love to you…I want to show you how beautiful you are. He brought her chin down to him and kissed her lips lightly as his other hand gently grasped her hip and made her to straddle him. Various deep colors were smeared across her body as he caressed her everywhere, his lips trailing over her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he lifted her above him and slid her easily onto him. He silenced her cries shortly, his lips reaching up to close the gap between them as he began to show her what beautiful really was.
~*~
Bare hands and feet kicked and punched, heavy and deep dents forming with each extension. Her breath came out in pants as she focused all energy on what she was doing; sweat dripping heavily down her body, her training pants soaked, her sports bra in the same condition.
She hated him.
How dare he fill my room with roses? Bastard! He's getting soft…the last thing I need right now is a fucking pussy dog under my control. She lodged another kick in the air, successfully forming a huge impression in the twenty-inch thick lead wall in front of her. Her punches packed enough power to kill someone on contact, but she needed to vent her anger somewhere. She pushed a stray tendril away from her face. Fucking hair keeps getting in the way; probably have to cut it…the good it would do, it'll just grow back anyway. In her minds eye she pictured him with a loving look in his eye, that thought sent her leg hurdling right through the wall, breaking it in half and sending it to the floor. Fuck! She looked at the broken wall before turning towards the obstacle course.
Without a second thought she ran quickly and scaled the 24-foot wall, reaching for the hoop dangling in the air without a breath and using it as leverage. She swung and flipped in the air, flying through another larger hoop near the floor at the end of the room.
Landing safely on the ground she picked up speed and ran and jumped to a bar that was 40-feet above ground. She swung on it round and round, sometimes stilling herself midair so that she was upside down on it and using her arms for support. I have been fucking that bastard more times than I can count and still he produces nothing. What the fuck is wrong with this damn world? She twirled from her upside down position on the bar and curved her body around it before pushing herself away and into the air again. She landed with a soft thud on the floor before running full speed once more towards a tight rope that was 50 feet above the ground and extended between two poles. She jumped for it and landed safely and upright atop it. She barely concentrated as she began to twirl her body around the rope repeatedly, using her feet to hold her up. If he doesn't produce soon, I'll just have to castrate then kill him. I have no time for fucked up male sperm. She swung her body up and into the air, and grasped the rope with her hands, her body in an upside down position above the rope before she threw her body in the air and then landed upright upon the rope once more. She bent her body at the knees, keeping her balance and assuming a fighting stance, before kicking the air repeatedly and slicing through it. She continuously fought the air fiercely, as if fighting a real opponent.
"Usagi?" She stopped mid-kick, allowing her body to fall and hang upside down from the bar, and glanced to where she had heard Minako' voice.
"I'm up here." She glanced at her upside down view of Minako beneath her.
"You wanted to see me?" Minako continued, a slight shake in her voice.
"You know, Katarina had her bastard child this morning." She bit, her tone harsh.
"I know." She acknowledged.
"She named him Helios." She spat. "What the fuck kind of stupid name is that?" She took a step off of the rope and caught it with one hand when she fell in reach of it. She immediately began to pull herself up and down before flipping herself into an upside down position upon the rope once more, her feet, the only thing holding her up.
"I don't know." She breathed a heavy sigh before voicing what was on her mind. "Usa...I'm worried about you…"
"You have no reason to worry, I'm fine as you can see." She snapped.
"No you're not, you're a lot more stressful than usual…and look at you, you're overexerting yourself!" She continued in a frustrated tone; even though she remembered what Malachite had told her so clearly, she refused to believe that she was losing her friend, she had to help her.
"I'm a vampire…I can take it." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes angrily in deep concentration.
"When was the last time you had taken a healthy drink then…and besides, you're a lot more on edge than usual."
"I have a lot on my mind…of course I am on edge!" She yelled as she jumped down easily from the height and landed on her feet.
"Usagi…I saw the wastebasket in your bathroom…I know how you must be feel-" She began as she looked down at her clammy hands. The basket had been filled almost to the brim with negative pregnancy tests.
"Who gave you permission to go through my stuff?"
"Usagi, you can't keep doing this-"
"Stop!" She suddenly exclaimed with the lift of a hand. "What's that smell?" She asked as she started sniffing the air and circling her like a panther on the prowl.
"What smell?" Minako looked tensely at her as she suddenly turned to her with a fierce look.
"You're pregnant." She stated evenly.
"I-"
"How many fucking days Minako? How many weeks? Why have you been hiding this from me?"
"I didn't want to upset you, I-"
"Bullshit!" She exclaimed with hard silver eyes. "You're hiding something from me aren't you? Or wait, I know...you stick around to gloat right? "
"Usagi what has gotten into you?" She cried.
"First Katarina, then Rei, now you! And worse yet, you actually love him!"
"What's wrong with that?" She suddenly blurted.
"See yourself out..." She looked to her fiercely. "And do be sure to tell my uncle if he crosses my path, I will not hesitate to make the necessary actions to make sure things go my way...even if I have to eliminate the obstacles before me."
"Usagi...why are you acting like this?" She said more softly this time; she hadn't wanted to believe that what Malachite had said was true…but he was right; Usagi was definitely not herself.
"Don't ask me what has gotten into me! Ask yourself what the fuck has gotten into you. Following some man around like a little bitch! I told you once before Minako, I don't like weak people in my inner circle...weak people pull you the fuck down...so go follow your owner like the fuckin' whore you are..."
"That's it, a hundreds years old friendship and you just throw it away?" She yelled out bravely, tears streaming down her face. Truth was, she was scared as scared could be. She knew that Usagi was must stronger than she would ever be, and at any moment she could snap and turn against her.
"Hundreds years year old relationship is the reason why I haven't killed you for treason." She turned away. "See yourself out before I change my mind...and do not bother to show again until after everything is said and done."
~*~
Usagi stalked angrily to her bedroom, she needed a little something more to compensate for the anger she was feeling right now. She needed blood. Her lust and thirst for it was so great that she could barely believe. She was about to call upon Mamoru when she sensed another presence in the room, heard a deep voice filter through her head.
She must be disgusting if I had to be paid a thousand dollars to take this job. This must be some weird mafia joke. Good thing that I brought my gun with me, just in case.
She looked to her bed in the far side of the room and through heavy ivory curtains to see a man lying silently, in the nude. She arched her brow in wonder as she walked over, she wasn't sure how this human had gotten in her room, but never was anything so conveniently placed.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" She asked him when she had become close enough for him to see her, pulling her exercise clothes of slowly and baring skin as if his presence didn't matter to her.
"The name's Andrew." He smiled, his light blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "I'm here to fulfill all your needs."
"Who sent you?" She inquired skeptically.
"Your husband...says to give you this note...and then he gave me instructions to do whatever you wished." As twisted and sick as this sounds, I can't say that I'm not pleased at the outcome.
"Did he?" She arched her brow as she reached for the envelope as he handed it to her; she placed her finger beneath the flap and opened the note.
"I don't know what kind of relationship you're in, or what kind of man your husband is...but I'm here to do a service..."
"A moment." She replied as she read the letter.
A gift for you,
If you really want a screamer, try this gift for size. Don't worry, after he was bought, I bought his owners silence. Money talks. Drink; don't eat.
Why would he expect otherwise? She quirked her brow at the words before continuing to read.
If he lays a hand on you...well, let's just say that I want a reason to personally rip him the fuck apart...I want him alive when I reach. Not completely…but just enough.
Your lover
She laughed as she crumpled the note in her hand before easily removing the rest of her clothing from her body; this was definitely going to be fun; she needed something to play with while her servants were out doing as told. She smirked inwardly as one thought crossed her mind; when was the last time she really tortured someone? She looked back up to Andrew with a smile, before mounting the bed like a cat.
"You ever heard of the phrase…" She licked her lips slowly, watching with amusement as he followed their motions. "Manage a toi?"
"I know…of it" He smiled knowingly as she crawled above his prone form, his eyes openly assessing her figure.
"Do you like what you see?" She bent her head and licked his chest with one swift movement; he closed his eyes, his hands reaching up to caress her thighs. "Uh-uh-uh." She lifted his hand off her body and his eyes snapped open in response. "Look…but don't touch…those are the rules."
"What kind of fucking rule is that?" He replied anxiously.
"He'd kill you, you know." She smiled sensually as he stared at her with wanton eyes. "If you touch me." His eyes gazed darkly at her as she slipped her finger in her mouth and pulled out in a tantalizing slow motion, before trailing that finger down his stiff manhood.
"I have a gun." He replied quickly. "Two bullets in the head and you'll be all mine."
"You do?" She glanced up at him in mock humor.
"I always carry one, there are a lot of dangerous people out there."
"Dangerous people?" She giggled at the thought. "The only one dangerous here…is me." Her hands slid up his muscled arms as she pressed her lips against his own.
"Death has never been so sweet." He breathed in between kisses as he reached out to mold her breasts in his hands. "Ow." He retracted a bit, from their shared kiss, before quickly sitting up. Ignoring his sudden motions, she raised her self on bended knees and began to trail light kisses all along his neck.
He sat bewildered as he drew his tongue across his lip and tasted a salty liquid, his fingers reached up to gently palpate, to be sure that what was there was actually there.
"You fucking bit me!" He accused.
"Did I? Let me make it all better." She rested her self in his lap, her lips reaching up to suckle his bleeding one. He moaned as she continuously slid her tongue back and forth over the bruised lip, before bringing it as a whole within her mouth and suckling it greedily; his hand reached up once more to her breasts as he began to mold them in his hands once again.
"You like to do everything don't you?" He whispered darkly as one hand slid up her thigh brusquely, before cupping her mound; he was shocked, however, to find that there was no sign of arousal.
"Get your fucking hand...off my pussy." She replied harshly.
"Woe, woe, woe...colorful words..." He smiled, slipping one long sensual finger up and within her. "Come on...you know you like that...get wet for me baby." She leered suddenly, changing her demeanor as she could feel the offending hand wiggling within her.
"You wanna know what else I like?" Sensually, she continued, her hand pressed against his chest as she played on his ego, her lips sending long licks along his neck.
"Yeah baby." He moaned.
"This." She sunk her teeth in him, giggling when he cursed aloud and shoved her away, his hand reaching up to grip the laceration.
"You fuckin' bit me again!" He replied angrily when he noticed her laughing at him. "You fucking bitch!" He gripped her thighs tightly, pinching hard so that he could hurt her, not realizing that it didn't affect her at all. She reached over and licked the wound with one long stroke, laughing playfully all the while. "You think this is a fucking joke?" He wasn't sure what angered him more, the fact that she laughed through it all, or the fact that she bit him. "You fucking whore!" Suddenly she stopped laughing; it was no longer a joke.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" She whispered darkly into his ear.
"Don't like it rough anymore? Don't wanna play like all the other whores do?" He spat.
"You know..." She began silkily, glancing at his chest as she trailed her fingers over it, making languid patterns. "I enjoy playing with my food before I eat...but that part is over, as I am no longer amused." She looked up at him with hard silver eyes, before parting her lips to bare long teeth.
"What the fuck?!" He backed away, his back lightly hitting the golden rail design at the head of her bed.
"Let's play something new hmm?" She interrupted him. "Lets play...I bite, you scream." He arose from his position on the bed, attempting to get off, but she slammed him back with the flick of the wrist, his head hitting the rail with a mighty thud. "Where do you think you're going?" She licked her lips seductively as her gaze dipped from bleeding lip to gushing wound.
"Get off me you fucking whore!" He reached underneath the pillow and pulled out his gun, aiming at her abdomen.
"You know...if you keep calling me that...I WON'T...PLAY...NICE!" Her hand reached back to hit him hard across the face just as the sound of a gun going off echoed throughout the room. His body slammed against the rail once more as she fell back against the bed, blood dripping from her belly as she shook violently, her hand holding the place where the bullet entered. "Oh god...oh god..." His looked on through slitted eyes, blood dripping from his mouth, as she convulsed a little ways ahead of him; he knew her hit had probably caused some internal damage...but at least she was down.
He slowly lifted himself from his lain sluggish position, one arm coming up to hold what he knew were cracked ribs, his hand gripping the gun in his hand; he was almost off the bed when a small voice interrupted him.
"How rude." He heard her whisper through choked words, in a cynical manner. "You would actually...leave a lady to die? A minute ago, you wanted to fuck my brains out...and now you're leaving me to die."
"Fuck you." He replied as he spat one bloody tooth at her.
"Okay." She smiled as she sat up with ease, amusement filling her eyes as he stared at her body in shock, the blood smeared all over her abdomen, but no wound present.
"I couldn't have fucking missed!" He shakingly pointed the gun back at her, and she arched her brow in response. "I was right in front of you...you couldn't have-"
"Want me to help you aim better?" She pulled him over slowly, her hand holding onto the gun in his hand. When he was right before her, she pressed the nose of the gun in his hand at another spot on her belly and closed her eyes, her head falling back.
"What the fuc-" He hadn't been given a chance to finish when she pulled the trigger and another shot when off. He watched with wide eyes as a wound was created, more blood spilling along with the bullet, before it closed once more.
"Oh...what a rush." She shivered in pleasure as she opened smoldering eyes at him. "Was that good for you?"
"What fu-" His hand shook as she smiled sensually at him; he tried to release himself from her grasp, but she held tightly onto his hand, not wanting to let him go just yet.
"No? Well how about here?" She moved the gun up further and pulled the trigger, her body shivering once more as blood spilt and stained the bed. "Or here." She pointed it beneath her right breast and pulled the trigger again. "Or better yet...to dispel all myths about my heart making me vulnerable..." And here she smiled evilly. "How about here?" She pressed it against the spot where her heart would be and pulled the trigger, giggling after it made its mark. "Ooo...that one kind of tingled!"
"What are you?"
"Like I said...the only one dangerous here...is me." She roughly pulled his body onto the bed, before pushing him forcefully back against the head of the bed. "And I'm kinda of thirsty...so be a good boy and scream for mommy huh?" She bit in to his flesh, his screams echoing throughout the room as she took nibbles here and there.
~*~
"We have company today Auntie Michie." Hotaru giggled as she continued to play with her dolls on the den table, her aunts keeping careful eye over her.
"Hmmm...it seems the time upon us is at hand." Haruka looked up to a thoughtful Michiru as she continually placed jars of medicine and herbs she had concocted earlier in the cabinets.
"Sooner that I expected." Haruka replied as she solemnly crossed her arms over her chest. "Perhaps we should alarm everyone to the day's events."
"I do not think that will be necessary." Michiru sighed as she raked her hair with her fingers. "The light in the darkness."
"The ray of hope you mean?"
"Yes, the book was very adamant about it...I think we should wait."
"Are you saying that we should not even fight back? That is ridiculous!"
"Calm yourself Haruka, that is not what I am saying."
"Well then, what are you saying? You asked me to help prepare the warriors and I have...now is the time to formulate a plan while we still can...time is thin!"
"I know...I also thank-you for being patient with me, but I have a strong feeling about this...I know we were meant to wait."
"That is what you said about Setsuna." The words cut deep; she wished she could retract. "I'm sorry Michiru, I didn't mean-"
"It's okay I-" She stopped mid sentence when an incessant pounding on the door broke their revere.
"They're here Auntie Michie! They're here Auntie Ruka!" Hotaru jumped up and down in her seat before bounding for the door. Michiru ran in her steed, scooping the little girl into her arms before she could go any further.
"Don't do that again sweetheart, you hear me?" She scolded frightfully as she looked into her black orbs. "You know that you are not supposed to answer the door ok?" She glanced over the child's head to see Haruka lifting a crossbow into her grasps, nodding her head as a signal; she looked back down to see Hotaru staring at her in wonder. "Now remember that game of hide and seek I taught you." Hotaru nodded her head vigorously with a wide grin; as far as she was concerned, it was just a game. This was all just one fun game. "You go hide in your best secret place where Auntie Ruka never finds you; stay there and be still and quiet just like I showed you until I come to get you, you hear me?"
"Will I get a surprise for not letting Auntie Ruka find me?"
"You'll get more than that if you stay as quiet as a mouse." She released her grasp on her, allowing her to run off and do as told before looking to Haruka with serious eyes. She threw her a crossbow and she caught it easily, reading herself into their planned position before nodding her head once more. The door creaked before opening slowly, a deep voice shouting a greeting.
"Hello?" The voice called out.
They jumped from their hiding places, both releasing arrows without preamble as they stared fearfully at the long white moonlight haired man standing before them with a smile, both arrows in his hand. Haruka pointed the arrow at his neck, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before yanking it harshly from her hands as if she were nothing. Michiru looked on in wonder, stepping back in fear, as she gazed up at him.
"Jeez, I can't take you anywhere!" Minako screeched as she looked up at him \.
"What?" He smirked.
"Why is it that everywhere we go people react to you this way? Just what have you been doing in that span of thousand years that you have not told me about?" She accused.
"I'm sorry." He addressed Haruka and Michiru with a smile. "But we have some important business to attend to, can we come inside?" Not waiting for an invitation, he walked past them and into their home, Minako close behind.
"You know...when I see it happening to someone else, it is very hilarious!" Makoto giggled as she walked in as well, Nephrite, Rei, and Jadeite following in her wake.
~*~
"How can we be sure that what you say is true...that you are not lying to us?" Haruka began fiercely, her defensive ways taking over.
"Haruka dasatti!" Michiru replied sternly. "You must excuse her, we have been preparing for this time to come for a long time...we usually do not trust others...and while I think it rather demanding of us, I agree with her." She continued softly. "What proof have you that this is not some trick to get us to submit to an evil?"
"I'm sorry...we have no proof." Malachite sighed as he glanced from side to side. "You must believe me, we have no time, the Queen is making her plans as we speak."
"Who are you? Why should you care?" Michiru asked skeptically.
"I made a promise a long time ago...to my brother, that I would see to it that in the end, things were made right." He replied as he fidgeted with his hands. "And I will do all that I can to make sure that I fulfill that promise."
"You speak of Charles, the last reigning lord of the true alkali?"
"I know what he had done was not right...but I do not think that everyone should suffer for his actions...that is not fair to you, to us, to anyone." He stood up and began pacing back and forth, unsure of what he could say that would convince them that he was there for a greater good.
"You speak words of truth, and no...it is not fair...but now you must understand...our people have suffered many a things during this time by your kind, how can we trust you now?"
"I am sorry, the young ones disobey the laws more frequently than before...but you must not blame me for this, I am not their leader." Malachite replied.
"I do not place blame on you however-"
"Enough talking…do you not understand that it gets us no where? Many will die if we do not stop this foolish talk gypsy, we have the chance to stop a prophecy from-"
"Foolish boy!" Michiru continued. "You can NOT STOP a prophecy...do you know that your very actions only allow it to proceed along?" She paused for a moment, gathering her bearings before continuing. "A prophecy is always fulfilled whether you attempt to stop it or not...your actions are always what brings about it's fulfillment."
"I do not understand." Rei spoke for the first time, voicing her confusion. "Are you saying we can do nothing but sit and wait?"
"No...I am saying that a prophecy always finds a way." She responded softly. "Your actions, be it to sit and wait, or to try and fight it, always bring about its fulfillment."
"So no matter what we do, she will bring darkness to the world..." Jadeite whispered coarsely.
"You do not understand...you must think like a gypsy to understand." She smiled knowingly at some hidden secret as she crossed her arms over her chest. "A prophecy, is never specific, words are left out...phrases not complete...it is said she will bring out darkness, but it does not say for how long, nor what this darkness means...how do you know for sure that it is a bad thing?"
"Excuse me?" Robert sat down at once, focusing on her words. "Are you saying this may not end the way we think?"
"Precisely."
"Then how should react?" Nephrite stood up, his mind agog. "Should we be as if what we think will happen will occur, or should we be as if what we think is wrong...this is too confusing..."
"That is up to you to decide...now please, if you have no proof than we have nothing further to discuss."
"You mean after all this, you truly shall not help us?"
"I am sorry...we have to protect the oracle." They all stood up solemnly, unsure of what they could do to change her mind.
"You tell them too much Michiru...they could be spies sent here to kill the oracle!" Haruka spat.
"You must understand, we are under strict laws of prophecy...the one whom bares the light of red, the light in the darkness, shall show us the way...if you have nothing to show for this, then we can not-"
"Wait." Rei stepped forward suddenly; her eyes round as she removed her necklace from round her neck. "Is this what you speak of?" She placed the necklace in her hand, watching her eyes go wide as she looked up from the red ruby and then up to Rei.
"Where did you get this?" She gasped.
"It was a gift from my mother...for protection from those whom would wish to do harm." She spoke softly as she was reminded of her mother and her death.
"Sit down!" Michiru suddenly commanded fiercely. "I will let you meet the oracle."
"You mean you will help us?" Makoto exclaimed.
"If I had something to fear of you, the light would have gone off...but it did not...I trust you." She looked to Haruka with determined eyes before nodding her head. "Go get the oracle."
"Will the oracle tell us of the ramifications of the prophecy?" Jadeite asked anxiously.
"The oracle will tell you what she believes is important...and I do not know what that is." The room became silent as she entered, short black hair brushing against her shoulders as she looked upon them with deep dark eyes.
"The oracle..." Minako whispered; her voice caught in her throat.
"Is a child?" Robert finished for her.