I'm still not sure where this story will end up but I'm working on it. Hope you like this new chapter.
Chapter 2Footsteps echoed within a long marble corridor, the strides swift and powerful. Along the corridor candles lined the drafty, stonewalls to either side, illuminating the tunnel to the barest minimum. The light cast high, dark shadows, which seemed to wrap and coil around the silent figure as he passed. Not that he minded, he'd been made for the dark, created from it, and it was all he'd ever know.
Coming to a large oak door, he thrust his hand out muttering a simple incantation and it opened wide to let him through. It shut swiftly behind him and the click resonated loudly throughout the high ceiling.
The room was enormously large, overpowering and darker still than the corridor leading to it. The only source of light came from two candles placed to either side of a jade thrown. The figure stepped up to the immaculate thrown, the small embers lighting up his bronze skin tone with a healthy glow. His face was sculpted beauty, hand carved by the gods themselves. His hair shone the deepest black, glittering with deep blue highlights. They complimented his brooding eyes. Eyes that held the power to look straight through a person's soul and strip them of their essence.(sigh, I so wouldn't mind coming home to that everyday).
The male form seated himself and surveyed the ominous room with contemptuous eyes. Things seemed to move deep within the shadowed corners of the walls. A scraping against the marble floors here or a ruffling of movement there, it was enough to bring a mortal man to madness. The young ignored it already in tune with the dark magic that played trickery in the shadows and hung thick in the air.
His muscles were tense, his shape mind running over the events of the day, or more importantly his early phone conversation. It had left him irritable, and those not lucky enough to avoid him, found themselves the prime target of his temper.
Even knowing that he had left her emotional control in tatters hadn't made him satisfied. She had left him feeling incomplete and aching with a loneliness only she could fill. It had angered him immensely that she could affect him so, a powerful being such as himself, who if he so chose, could crush her at will.
Her voice had been soft, a sweet melody to his ears sending his body a flame with heat. He'd had to stifle a groan at the sexual frustration caused by her teasing voice. He could practically taste her on his tongue, smell the strawberry-vanilla scent of her perfume, feel the smoothness of her peach colored skin with his sensitive fingers. He had imagined her on his desk, her body quivering, hot and begging for his touch.
He'd thrown his phone across the room in his anger, his muscles flexing with barely contained rage as he watched with little satisfaction as the phone smashed against the opposite wall. He wanted her, craved her, and she would surrender completely to him when he took her. It was only a matter of time.
He'd stood up in his chair, his large, masculine hands spanning the cool wood of his desk and gripped the edges. Calling on the healing powers of the land to calm his overriding emotions, he let out a hissing breath.
He was a patient man. Living just under a millennium could do that to a man. He'd waited several hundred years for her, what was a few more weeks? Walking out of the office feeling in control but empty, he took the rest of the day off, and she never strayed far from his mind.
A harsh knock at the door brought the young king back to himself, and he brought his head to stare at the door. Bringing his face to one of cool indifference he called out.
"Enter"
His voice was a booming command, his tone laced with impatience at being interrupted. A young man entered quickly and a sneer made its way to king's face as his sharp eyes looked over the unwanted guest. He was tall, just about the king's height, with the same build, and the same hard, beautiful facial structure. The only differences were the man's white washed blond hair and forest green eyes (sound familiar?). He wore jeans, a white beater under an unbuttoned T-shirt, and sneakers.
"Just checking in." His voice was neutral, his head bowed in submission to his superior. The young man's eyes looked up too searched those of his Prince's, they gave nothing away; they were always guarded.
"You came here with other intentions, do tell me, I'm not about to guess on the mater." There was amusement in his tone that did not reach his eyes. They stayed hard and lined with malice.
"I wish to know about her. What you plan to do with her."
It had taken a moment to question himself if he should ask. He knew he spoke of a sensitive subject matter when it came to the girl, and questioning his prince's decisions could mean your death, but he'd asked for directness and he'd obliged the demand.
"You think its business of your to ask me these questions?"
"No sir, I--"
"Do not worry I plan to take very good care of her." His voice still held amusement but hard steel lined the words. His eyes sparked with black furry, and if he pushed the matter he would have no qualms with unleashing it.
The young man's eyes rounded slightly in disbelief and horror. "So you plan to convert her, make her your queen?" He tried to keep the anger and mocking out of his voice but the king picked up on it anyway, his keen hearing never missed much of any conversation.
"You don't seem to agree with my decision, nor do you feel confident I will accomplish the task." He made it a statement, not a question, said to goad the younger man, and foolish as he was he picked up the bait.
"And you seem overly confident for someone who failed at the first attempt to turn her. She went crazy if I recall, she destroyed herself and nearly took the whole pack with her. Do feel my dislike of your repeating the past misplaced?"
The air around the prince seemed to come alive and spark with electricity. His furry rolled off of him in waves and the young man took a step back, His head low in apology and shame. The prince lashed out with his arm and brought his hand into a tight fist.
The young man stumbled to the ground, bringing his hands to his throat, which had suddenly closed up on him. Some invisible force was crushing his windpipe, cutting off his air supply. He tried desperately to claw for release on his throat as he choked and sputtered pathetically for air.
"You forget yourself and who's mercy you bow to. Do not, under any circumstances get accustomed to questioning me, or breathing will be the least of your problems when facing my wrath. My word is law, you'll do well to remember that."
He loosened his hand and the young man felt the pressure reduce around his throat. Taking in greedy gulps of air to fill his burning lungs he brought guilty, watering eyes to his prince's.
"She was my sister."
An image rose strong in his mind of her fragile body thrashing against the mattress she lay on. Frail limbs struggling against the ropes that bound them. She was screaming, her face drawn taunt, and her eyes large, empty, staring past everything. He'd vowed to never experience that again.
"Yes," There was no sympathy, no remorse from his prince, just plain deadly truth, "and you betrayed her."
He gave one swift nod in conformation; his eyes fell to the ground as his shoulders shook with the effort to control his painful emotions.
"I find myself hungry and your presence aggravating, when I return I don't want to find you here" with that said he swept gracefully past him and out the way he had come.
f course Endymion." The gruff words reverberated around empty air.
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(Elsewhere)
It was eight o'clock when Usagi crossed the threshold of her apartment. Leaving her shoes at the door and tossing her jacket on the couch she dashed through her living room and into her bedroom. Taking off her work clothes and slipping into T-shirt and overalls, she raced back through her living room and into the kitchen. 'Nothing like feel comfy when you're about to kick ass' she thought to herself.
She poured water into the kettle and let it boil on the burner of the stove. She took down a container of instant romen from a nearby cupboard and placed it on the corner. She needed a light snack before going out and taking on the night creatures of Tokyo.
Heading back to the living room she listened to the messages on her answering machine, apparently she had two.
"Usagi it's your Mother- I… I mean its Ikuko," There was a pause and a deep sigh, "I know your upset with us but there are secret work related things I think you want to know about. Give me a call Usagi," There was a sniffle and another sigh, "I miss you… we miss you." And the machine moved on to the next message.
"Usagi its Makoto, I have the awesomest most wonderful news ever but its not something to leave on the answering machine. I'll try you tomorrow when not killing nasties. Later." The machine kicked off.
'That girl' Usagi thought with a smile, 'knows me to well.' The smile disappeared when she thought of Ikuko, It had been three years since she'd moved out, on angry terms no less, and she hadn't really tried to keep in touch. She should call them, the news sounded important and they were her only family. The whistle of the kettle blew shrill announcing dinnertime and Usagi headed toward the kitchen.
It was a quarter to nine when Usagi grabbed up the necessary equipment, consisting of two stakes, a bottle of holly water, and a cross. Stuffing them in the different pockets of her overalls she grabbed up her jacket and headed out the door.
It was five past ten
when Usagi crossed into the park and it was at that exact moment when
the first shrill scream rang out across the empty playground.
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Well how was it for the second chapter? Dare I continue? Now I have to tell you that when I wrote the summery I had something a little different in mind but I think my story has taken a turn for the better. Please let me know you think, the more encouragement, the more I write. As for the next installment I'm going to try and produce a fighting scene and Usgai will kinda sorta meet her mystery phone man. Also I plan to do a little more explaining on the plot, It should be interesting. Oh yeah, How to you spell usagi's mother's name? Did I spell it right?
