Fate
Summary: Kyle and Catty. Daughter of the Moon and Son of the Dark. Fates entwined by a force stronger than they know.
Chapter Two
'Suddenly Catty sensed that the darkness from
her father and the Scroll were only unexplored strengths
that she had to learn to integrate into her own. She no longer
feared the dark.'
The Prophecy, p. 268
"Open your mind," whispered a voice, low and tempting, daring her to release her dark heritage within her. "Open your soul to what you are and except who you are."
The darkness within Catty swirled like a dark storm cloud, stalking the edge of her control, threatening to succumb her goddess heritage.
Her father's voice continued but it was only a weak whine compared to the compared to the rumbling inside her.
"Listen to the promises of the Atrox," continued her father, his voice even more dangerous. "He knows what you need to thrive, to live freely. The Atrox is right; those weak humans are scum. Reject them and join him."
Catty felt ready to say yes, to forgo her powerful good side, to say yes to the Atrox. The darkness given to her by her father was powerfully overwhelming and threatening to subdue the side of light inherited from her mother.
She tried to fight, she truly did. Catty thought of her mother, Kendra, and her birth mother, who did not want Catty to do with her life as she had done with her's. She thought of Shannon, the thing left of her best friend, Tianna, who had sacrificed herself so the Daughters would never have to fit the Atrox in human form, certainly not so that Catty could give in.
She thought of her fellow Daughters, Vanessa and Serena, and the need to see them again before she made any decision of any kind.
And lastly she thought of Kyle Ormond, a boy she had thought ordinary enough who turned out to be a half-demon with a prophecy tacked to his name as big as her own.
That he had lied to her about his heritage only fueled the anger and darkness within her. The barrier that was her control was beginning to crack. Soon it would be nothing more than a crumbled floodgate, too weak to stand against her father.
A crash of something not in her mind startled her back to reality. It startled her father as well and his momentary withdrawal from her mind gave her enough time to hustle together the rest of her weak mental power and fortify her mind. She had more strength than she had originally thought, as she did not even fell her father's powers probing her mind again.
He shot her a glare of pure hate and frustration, storming out of the room before she could do anything more.
Catty heaved a heavy sigh and fell back into her chair. She could not take much more of this. She gave a faint smile of the memory of when she had first arrived, kicking and screaming, so strong her father had hit her several times out of pure anger at not being able to invade her mind. Slowly, though, her resistance began to wear down, and he insisted on seeing her for "tea" every day in which time he would invade her mind and persist to wear her down.
Another noise made her spin. The servi who had knocked the table ornament over had rustled the glass as he made to sweep up the glass with a small broom.
It was the same servi who had helped her escape the night she had first entered Nefandus with Kyle.
The mere thought of his name made her fists clench in anger and, in an instant, the darkness was rumbling at her door again. Catty forced herself to relax and, having no anger to feed off of, the dark cloud rolled away.
The young boy continued to stare at her with huge, dark brown eyes. Eyes that were empty and hopeless.
His lips moved but she heard nothing. "What," asked Catty, confused. He looked terrified, was he going to warn her?
"Go," repeated the boy.
"Excuse me," she said, moving closer. The boy backed away quickly and his bare feet crunched in the glass though he did not flinch.
"Go to friends," repeated the boy in a choppy statement. He was looking around frantically, as if expecting her father to appear. Then he fled.
Catty wandered back to her room, pondering the strange warning. Was it really a warning, though? What was wrong with her friends? Were they in danger? That thought almost sent her scurrying to the nearest portal but she forced herself to slow down and think.
Would her father sabotage her into turning dark by using her friends as bait? Yes, definitely. Were they currently in danger? Possibly. When was the last time she had been to Los Angeles and seen her friends and her mother, Kendra? At least a month.
The thought of having been away for so long made a wicked grin curl upon her features. It seemed as if now were the time for a little trip back.
short, my apologies.