To Tame a Beast

Evilness!! Couldn't upload for a week. Very evil, at less I know that it wasn't just me, and I lost the bet that it was the computer. But then again writers block is still evil, still having problems for the other story, grrrr someone is going to get hurt, that and I reread my author's note, got to love the fact I forget to reread my work when I'm in a rush.....

Chpt 3 Dreamers

Guimel shifted a bit uneasily as he walked in front of the white haired girl. Thirty minutes ago he had lost a fight to her, and waited outside the door to Folken's instructions until she came out after Lord Dilandau had dismissed him. Now, he had been ordered to take her to the Dragonslayers' bunk. Was she supposed to be a new slayer? The taping noise behind him was starting to rattle his nerves. Her sword tapped steadily against the top on her boot each time she moved. He had tried before to start some sort of conversion with the girl, but she would either go 'Hn' or just plainly ignore him. Before he opened the door to the room, he could hear the voices of his comrades talking. This was going to be strange, having a girl in here.

"I wonder who it is for?" Shesta was saying as the slayers sat scattered around the room, the five of them either sat on the beds (that formed half a circle) or on the floor. A seventh bed was added, having a small bag sitting on top, but was over in a corner near the balcony. Gatty looked over at the door, and waved him in. They probably didn't see the girl yet.

"Hey, Guimel, what's up with the new Drag-" all the talking stopped when the girl stepped out from behind his shadow. She scanned the room over slowly, barely giving any of them a second glance.

"Aa, hi?" were the first words from Miguel that broke the silence of the room, but a quick glare from the cold sapphire eyes silenced them again. She walked past them to the bed at the far corner. The tapping of her sword continued until she undid the buckle and laid it down on the chest at the end of the bed. Guimel just shook his head, and stripped down out of his armor jacket. His shoulder still hurt a bit, but the blade of her dagger didn't go in all the way.

"What's up with her? And what happened to your shoulder?" Shesta whispered, as he laid back on his bed. Today was tiring enough to not need questions, he groaned inwardly.

"She's the new slayer; now go to bed all of you. We have a long day tomorrow." The others groaned as they moved to their beds, and as someone hit the lights. What was with this new girl? Not that he had a problem with a new fighter female or male. It was just, the way she acted.

She half listened to the groans of the boys', as she stood by the bed silently until the last of the lights went out. Walking over to the glass doors, she looked out on to the moonlight sky. How pathetic, after years of one cage, she willing came into another cage. Even more pathetic, she came here.

With a snort of disgust, Rei walked back over to the small plain bed. The metal chest at the base held the uniform and the rest of the 'junk' that came with being here. She yanked the leather backpack off the bed. It was small, but held all the things she could call hers. The replacement daggers for if the ones in her boots broke or were lost, the nine throwing knifes, the spiked ball that was normally at the end of her braid (but at Folken's request she had taken it out), a few stolen records, and a black pressed rose. Sometimes she wondered why she kept the last item, but after so long she had stopped caring. Rei stashed the pack under the chest's contents before kicking off her boots and plopping down on the stiff bed. How pathetic all this is...

(Dream)


She sat in the corner of the cell, sharpening the edge of the rock with a flat piece of useless metal. Her white bangs danced annoyingly in front of her eyes as she worked. The cuts along her arms had long since dried, but the smell of the warm blood still tingled her noise. The bruises along her inter thighs and her lower stomach where still darkening. 'Last time' were the only words running through her fixed mind. Last time, I let 'them' near me, last time I let 'him' touch me.

Sudden movement and a small cry from her left caused her to snap up from her work, cutting the tips of her fingers. The small, suppressed sob came again as her little cellmate appeared from the shadows. His silverish hair fell down to his chin, some of it covered his face but not enough so she couldn't see his eyes. Yet so innocent looking were those ruby eyes, yet never clean, always clouded with the drugs he was given.

"What ya doing?" he asked as he sat down next to her. A year younger he was to her, Why did they do this to children so young? She could remember some of the past cellmates. A blond girl that was killed in one of her trials, a small dusty haired boy who would have been nine by now but he had committed suicide. The next two she barely remembered but they had died in battle. There once had been two twin cats that shared this cell too, but she could never remember were they disappeared to. Now she shared this cell with two more twins. Though never both of them at the same time, sometimes it was the little blue eyed girl or this one. Not that it mattered they, both annoyed her. "Hey, are you going to answer me!"

It wasn't a question but a demand, she frowned. What were they teaching him? Shaking her head she went back to work, the blood from her finger tips covered the blade. The boy hung over her shoulder waiting for a reply, but when it didn't come he tried to snatch the weapon out of her hands only to fail as she jumped up quickly out of his reach. She stumbled as the pain shot up from her legs. The door for the cell opened, as she fell back down to the floor. The boy turned his attention to the light brown furred 'dog-man' that walked in, ane little blondish silver haired girl clinging to his leg. When she saw the boy she was off the Wolfman's leg and running to him.

"Dilly!!" She cried happily as she threw her arms around his neck. 'Dilly' struggled trying to get her off.

"Cel, let me go!"

"They said you could come back now. So me and Jajuka came to get you. See I told you they weren't going to keep you long!!" She looked past 'Dilly' and smiled at her as she tried to stand again.



She woke up in a cold sweat, how she hated dreams. Especially when she could never remember what they were about, just the faces that lingered on in her mind. The morning light creped into the room. Wasn't she supposed to get up before dawn? Someone's hand touched her shoulder. Grabbing the dagger from under the pillow, she gripped the arm and turned sharply on the bed, holding it to the person's throat. The frightened blue-green eyed Dragonslayer stared at her.

"Umm, Umm Lo-Lord F-Folken wants to see y-you." She loosened her grip on the boy's arm.

"Hn."

Mwahaha, that makes.... Nine projects in all... was going for a tenth but I couldn't come up with anything for him R&R