DIS: Yes, I'm back, at long last. I could give you all the reasons, but I bet you're eager (or not) to get to the chapter. Thanks to TeaG, louisiana-southern-belle, Angel, Chained and Torchered, and Cataracta for reviewing! Now, to the long awaited chapter!
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Chapter Ten, Lord North and Lord Essex(Warning! There will be more cannibalism and...disturbing things in this chapter.)
He was ever watchful. He despised Marik Ishtar. The man annoyed him to such ends. At least the Frenchman attempted to detain himself from women. But no, this damnable man went around, kissing women – some that were even married! – and the worst part was that he was doing it right in front of the Lady Anzu Mazaki. His eyes slid along the small group that had become close friends (somewhat) in the events he had made. A smile curved his lips. Yes. His next attack had to be soon. Soon. But who should he take? He wanted to take Chelmsford, mainly because his resentment towards the male was heavy, but his sister...His lips slid above his teeth, a baring of the white, glinting canines. Yes. She would be his next victim and Lady Mazaki would regret ever seeking hers and her family's help...
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The palace had begun to stink from the court and the Yuletide was only half over. The king decided they would move to the castle of Norwich for the remainder of Christmastide. No one objected to it, though Lord North had scowled at the announcement. This certain male had no desire to move onto a horse's back and restlessly ride to Norwich. Not only was it barbaric, but he cared nothing for Norwich. It would stink more than Gloucester, which made him seethe. Even more so was when he came next to the Frenchman, Canterbury and Chelmsford. He didn't normally have a problem with Chelmsford, but his actions towards the women of the court irritated him and the Frenchman...Well, he just looked in a pissed-off mood.
"Salut, monsieur," Bakura muttered friendly enough. Ever since his meeting with the Lord of Essex, Vincent Hastings, he had been sour towards everyone and had warned Anzu off even more times. "Quelle heure est-il?"
"Pardon me, chap," Lord North murmured, "I don't speak French, nor do I understand it. Latin is my preferred language."
"Mmm...Merde! Marik, is that...?" Marik raised his eyes and swore under his breath. When North raised his gaze to where the king's party had stopped, his felt dread drop in his stomach like a brick. The Earl of Avon had arrived.
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Yami had to admit that he missed England, even more so the beautiful ladies. He drew his horse up to the king's horse litter, where he was happily breathing in fresh, crisp air. King George gave him a questionable look, almost confused, then his face lit up. The Earl of Avon was pleased that his king had recognized him. He had been gone for a mere year or two. Was he truly that unfamiliar? "Your Majesty, how do you?" He inquired pleasantly. The king scrambled out of his horse litter and in response, Yami hopped on his horse.
"My lord, Earl of Avon! You are here! What a pleasant surprise," the two hugged, making Vincent Hastings, who was eyeing them behind him, glower with jealousy. "I am so glad you've made it, my friend. Would you like to ride with me and Lord Essex? No?" Yami shook his head.
"I must decline, Majesty. I have some friends I wish to catch up with. You will not take offense, will you, my lord?"
"No, of course not, Lord Avon. Please, do so. We must catch up when we get to Norwich, however."
"As my king wishes."
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"Oh, hell," Marik muttered as his sworn enemy waited for the line to move forward. Many people greeted the Earl of Avon and he responded just as eagerly. Many invited him to ride with them, but he declined each of them. His eyes moved along the line, then when he spotted Chelmsford and North, his eyes began to glint almost mischievously, before they became bright and he waited patiently, before bringing his horse beside Anzu and Isis'.
"Yami!" Isis exclaimed, her face lighting up. Bakura, immediately alert at the Earl of Avon's behavior, brought his horse next to Anzu's. That, of course, brought Marik next to Bakura and North next to Marik. It was like a chain reaction and Anzu didn't fail to notice it.
"I thought you didn't want to ride with me?" She questioned suspiciously, raising one of her chocolate brows.
"I didn't want to snap at you, ma petite," he told her gently, his bitter mood melting. "You must forgive me. I didn't mean to be so cruel."
"Chap," Yami spoke up to Bakura. "I don't believe I saw you the last I was here. Name, please?"
"Je m'appelle Bakura, etoi? Como ca va?" He had purposely spoken in French simply to confuse the Earl of Avon, who had given a blank look.
"French, am I correct? That's not one of my good languages, I fear," he explained.
"Isis," Anzu whispered, leaning forward to speak with her friend. "What of Seto?"
"Oh, he won't – "
"Avon." A growl erupted from a foreign tone that Isis recognized as her fiancé's. She winced and Anzu gave her a doubtful look, before she hastened her pace. "Get."
"But – " Seto deliberately kicked his horse, which went flying ahead of them. He snorted, his temper growing short. He had hated the Earl of Avon ever since the beginning, especially because he had been a competitor for Isis' affections. In the end, thankfully, Isis had chosen Seto. That is, after Yami had been gone for little more than a month or so. Yami had glared over at Seto and began riding with some others, who gladly spoke with him and asked him of his trip. The one thing Seto couldn't handle was how optimistic his rival was. Sighing, he turned to Isis, who was smirking.
"What?"
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart, Seto," she said with a grin. He blinked, then turned from her, muttering under his breath, feeling his cheeks beginning to flush.
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Norwich. Of all places the king chose, it was Norwich. He was getting angry, now. He was also starving...Blood and meat was what he wanted. As a woman took of her scarf, she turned her head, the muscles shifting under the skin. A shiver went up his spine and he felt his mouth begin to water. He wanted more than anything to run his fingers over the flesh and sink his teeth into the tenderness. It was so tempting...But he wouldn't. He couldn't.
The other was beside him by the king. The man hated him, just as the other hated him, as well. A growl erupted in his throat, then he swallowed it down as the king looked at him curiously with bright eyes. He couldn't reveal himself. No. Not yet...Not ever.
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Anzu gave a relieved sigh, stretching. She could feel the cold air slide past her face and she tightened her blanket around her, brushing snow off the railing of the balcony and leaning her elbows on it. She wondered if she had to choose between Marik or Bakura. She liked Bakura, but there was something alluring about Marik. He wasn't as open to her as Bakura might be. He didn't hang around her as much, either. What angered her as well was that he was – and she knew so – a whore. It was a proper word for him and she wasn't ashamed of admitting it. A sigh escaped her lips and she yawned, feeling exhaustion fall over her. She turned from the balcony, shutting the doors and pulling the curtains over it, before she fell onto the bed. The maid blew the candle out at her command and took her spot on the pallet near Anzu's bed. Sleep was the one thing she wanted now...
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His hands drifted above the woman's body. Isis Ishtar. Her skin looked so tasty, so smooth...So delectable. He simply had to have a taste. No, not just a taste. She was his, he had to remember that. He brought his dagger up and it dived into her. Her eyes flashed open briefly in shock and pain, before they slid closed. He smiled, then slid the knife down, blood and her insides spilling out onto the bed. Saliva dripped from his mouth and he shook of his daze, bending down and running his tongue on the long small intestine that was covered in blood. Shivers went up and down his body. At last, he couldn't hold it in. His teeth sank into the small intestine. He chewed, before swallowing it, sighing in bliss. She was more delicious than the Mazaki family of York was...
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The next morning, Anzu woke and jerked awake, hearing noises outside. Isis hadn't woken her up like she normally did. "Oh, no!" She gasped, padding out to the hall towards Isis' room and flinging the door open. "Isis, it's time...Oh my God." She stared in horror at the sight before her. Empty eye sockets stared at her, blood dripping from them, the jaw dislocated and her body torn up. She collapsed at the door, trembling with horror and fear, raising her hands to her mouth in shock, before she let out a ear-ripping scream, tears streaming down her face.
"Anzu!" Marik bolted in, followed by Bakura. "Oh shit."
"Mon Dieu..." Bakura whispered, kneeling down to Anzu, though staring at what was left of Isis Ishtar. "Marik..."
"Fuck!"
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DIS: (cries) Such a short chapter! And poor Isis! (cringes) That was rather gross what the cannibal did to her...Well, I have an idea for starting the next chapter, so...Yeah. I hope to have it up soon, but ya'll know me. Please review and I would prefer it if you don't flame this story. Kind criticism is always accepted, of course. Anyways, ideas would be nice and don't forget to review! Ciao!
Preview of Chapter Eleven: At the death of Isis Ishtar in the king's own household, all know that it has to be someone in the ton, but who is it? The King would never suspect it to be one of his two favorites, Lord North or Lord Essex. In fact, he's accusing the Earl of Avon, despite their close relationship. How will Yami get out of this and will anyone help him?