To Tame a Beast

A, three week argument on the computer.. and here I bring you the next chapter! SO enjoy.

AG1: I'm now 16 years old yea!!!!(as in the last day of Sept.) and I get my car on Friday!!!!! Now if I can only get my permit...

Shesta: Baka..

AG1: '' Shut up

Chpt. 10 Gray Eyes

Darkness fell around the village as day gave away to the tired night. A little red head girl squirmed in her bed as she watched her mother by the fireplace in their one room home. The evening had gone and been spent working on the chores of the little house, and now that it had came her time to sleep, but she refused. There was a person missing from the home, and she wanted to know were he was. It seemed so hard to ask the question while her mother was working, she had been taught not to disturb others as they worked and wanted not to disobey.

"Mommy?" She asked quietly, hoping not to anger her,

"Yes Kenya?" She said slowly as she turned, and grabbed the towel off the table before walking over to her young daughter, who moved farther down into the blankets on the small bed. She sat down on the bed, and brought them up around her daughter. "What is it that has you so riled up that you can't sleep?"

"Where's Papa?" The mother sighed, as she ruffled the little girl's hair before blowing out the candle on the night stand, saying "He's at the old factory, working on some things. Now go to Sleep." She kissed her forehead and stood to walk back to her work when a small cry made her turn around. There in her daughters neck, imbedded was a small knife. She cried in horror, but a noise caused her to look over at the door, and not run to her dying child.

There, in the open door way with its eyes flaring and white bangs dancing a crossed its face, stood the she-demon with blood dripping down from its forearm. Her mouth dropped to scream, but it dead before it even come to her through as the dagger sunk itself into her forehead, her body crumpled to the floor. The demon's eyes darted around the room quickly before knocking over the candles closes to it onto the floor. It watched the fires crackle and dance on the wooden floor, before turning back to its works. The child and woman were dead. But its main target was not here, the woman had said the 'old factory', the beast snarled. The flames caught its eyes again, the want to bring the whole village to this end burned in its mind. The want for blood, but this was erased by the sounds of the hooves pounding against the earth not to far away. The she-demon snarled again as it stepped through the fires, to the two bodies. First pulling knife out of the woman's skull, then the she-demon looked down at the small child. So frail, young' it smiled as it pulled the knife out of her throat, and turned too looked out side the door, to see the first horse charge by. It smiled as it licked the knife clean. The hot blood dripping down on its throat, the she-demon savored taste and texture. It was time to hunt.

They shifted through the ruins of the old factory site. It was said to have been a weapons development a long time again, and now, he, Kisue, was hoping that it was still in working condition to produces weapons he would need to help Celtic win this war. He whipped the sweat from his brow and moved the next piece of scrape metal out of the way. The village had slowly been clearing and cleaning it up, so that it could be put to work again, but slowly so that Zaibach would hopefully over look it. He was the last one here, working the longest to help move it all, while those who followed him rested from the day's hard work. The thought of going home to a hot meal, and his wife wasn't a very bad thought now. He laid the scrape metal in the pile with the others and whipped the sweat off again. His dark brown eyes opened to see a sing white feather flutter down slowly in front of him.

"What the?" He reangled his body just at the right moment so that a knife whizzed past him, and deflecting off the metals in front of him. An animal screech burned his ears as he turned around to see his attacker above him, crouched down, blood dripped down the metals it was on. As it lifted its head, two red eyes glared at him, and another knife flew throw the air, he barely had time to move so that it would miss. The she- demon screeched again just before it jumped down to be leveled with him, landing much like a cat, and hinged back on her legs, drawling out a long sword. A smile played at the she-demon's face, as he drew his own sword, moving back a little unsure of what he was up against. (a/n: oo we have a smart one ladies and gents!) The redness of her eyes gave way to a small amount of sapphire as they watched him.

"Target Kisue required, objection: elimination." It grinned as the sapphire of its eyes fell back to the blood red, just before it charged him. Her sword slammed against his, causing sparks to fly. Her face was close enough for him to fell the uneven breaths of air.

"I know what you are... You're the project 009." He whispered in half belief, as she jumped back, growling. "You were created to..." His eyes widened at the realization of what was happening. He turned his head in the direction if the village to see the flames' light against the night sky. "No.."

He charged her in a blind rage, each time their weapons met, sparks fly around them. Each time that met he would nick her bit, forcing her back. There was no growl of frustration, just a small smile as he pushed her farther and farther into a corner. She danced with him, as he pushed her in to the corner surrounded by scraps of the fallen building; the game had come to its end. The she-demon reset her stand as she prepared to charge, but the sudden pounding against ground made her drop her sword a bit just as a fuzz of white fur tackled the man before her. There was a cry from the man as he fell from the weight, as the creature buried it's fangs into his throat, and a snapping noise as it broke his neck. The she-demon reset her blade as the white creature raised its head, blood dripping from its mouth, and slowly started towards her. It drew its ears back, and its tail dropped between its hind legs as its cool blue eyes watched her teases at its approach when she didn't charge.

It whined when it stopped just short out of the she-demons reach, she hesitated as it whined before letting her sword drop; the heat of battle was gone, for there was no need for it now. The she-demon titled her head as the creature laid down on its stomach, trying not to look threatening. A small, metallic chain around its neck caught the she-demons eyes, as she walked up to the creature. Its gray eyes watched her as the she-demon knelt down beside it, putting the chain off.

His fist slammed down against the large table in the center of the little tent, the pieces of the map jumping from there places. His old eyes narrowed at the figure in front of him, sitting own in the chair, face and body hided from view by the lack cloak. The two male figures stood beside it, hands lying on the halts of their swords.

"You promised me results! You said you could help me win this war! Yet you have done nothing but stand back and watch! And now my son is dead!" The old king yelled, his voice echoing in the small chambers of the tent, where only a few candles gave light to the room. Just enough light to see the map, and the out lined figures of the three before him. The figure sitting down waved its hand, slowly.

"We promised you results, aAnd we have given you more then you need. Data on the troops, positions of the guard posts, and managed to give you the help of two other countries. Your son would have still be alive if he had followed orders, that is not our fault." The female voice said smoothly. "Besides, everything is going as planned. Within a month the operation will be ready, and Zaibach will meet its down fall. You should worry more about getting prepared for that then you idiotic son. If it's an heir you worried about, you have a brilliant nephew that has done more then that son of your."

"This has nothing to do with that! I have lost half my army, and for what? To wait around some more?! When is this plan of yours coming into real play, Vickie?" the man snarled.

"When its time.. All the pieces haven't been put into play just yet. You want a true victory King Braska to have the other countries stand with you. But that cannot be handed to you, it must be planned out." There was strain on her voice as she spoke, but was hidden well enough from his ears. This conversation was going on to long. "And besides only fools run it fists first."

He slammed his fist down on the table again before charging out of the tent. There was along, drawn out silences as they watched the night sky appear from the tent flaps.

"So.." The youngest male figure started as he walked around the table picking up and replacing the pieces that the king had knocked off the table. "Why again are we putting up with him?" The female sighed as she pushed the hood down off her head. The pale, thin blue hair fell around her shoulders. Her face was even paler then the surface of the white moon. Her drained blue eyes fell on the small, melting candle on the table.

"Because, without him, we have no resources to do what we need to. Without him, we have no way in keeping Zaibach from noticing us." Her voice wavered as she stopped. It was weak and almost to low for a normal set of ears to hear. The elder man laid his hand against the woman's shoulder to keep her from falling out of the chair, her breath was in short gasps.

"Maybe you should sleep now, Vickie, you're going to-" Her weakly lifted hand cut him off.

"I'm fine. I've only over done it a bit." She waved him off as he tightened his grip on her. "The arguments with him are starting to take their tolls on me. It may have been better if one of you had taken up this position then me.. I'm starting to get weaker faster."

"Neither of us are as good with words as you are." The elder one said, as the younger one finished putting the figures back on the map where they belonged all but a small red one.. She sighed a bit, in acknowledgement before continuing.

"Hopefully this week has not been in vein. Tell, what have you found?"

"Her." The youngest said, with the last of the small pieces were placed on the map, near a small city, Anomic.

The smell of smoke, and sweat burned his sensations as he let his horse be lead off to the stables as they come back into the Vione's hanger. How he missed battles like that, were he crushed the lives of those round him with his on bare hands. Being able to look over his hand work just before the flames devoured it all. He had his back turn to where the guymelefs were lined up, as he watched each of his slayers come back on. Mentally counting off each one as they jumped down off their horses sweaty, and exhausted. When no more came after Shesta, Dilandau cursed when he realized he was short one, the girl.

"Who was the last one to see Rei?" He yelled to his men, as they tried to stay in a straight line, but it didn't seem to want to stay that way. Shesta was the first to raise his hand a bit.

"She started to go a head of us. She must have gotten back before any of us." Dilandau opened his mouth to say something only to be cut off by his sister's voice.

"Dilly-kuns!!!!!"

He walked in the small study. Sleep was not going to come to him easy once again. With the arrival of the Ispanol, the strain on him would increase. With every use of the guymelef, it would drive her further and further down the path in insanity. He knew that. The guymelef had transformed from its original form to the black creature it was now, and slowly it would eat away at Rei's soul, killing her. Not that anyone really cared, it was the only guymelef that was compatible to her style of combated. Folken sighed slightly as he picked up the journal. It had more formulas, numbers, and scientific terms in it that he had to read, then what he ever saw his few years as a madoushi. That, and more then half of it was written in a language foreign to him, and a translation to it he couldn't find anywhere.

He laid the cloak down on the table, sort of lost in through when a scratching noise caught his attention. His maroon eyes turn to look at the closed black curtains that covered the doors. The scratching sound came again with more persists this time, letting him know he wasn't just imagining the sound or that it was just the wind. He walked over and pulled back on of the curtains slightly, only to look down into the gray eyes of a white wolf.

"How on Gaea did you get up he-" he stopped short when he noticed the tan arm half wrapped around its neck, blood dripping off it on to the creatures white fur. He pushed the other curtain out of the way, to see the limp white braid, tainted with blood lying on the vast floor, a long blood trail that lead off of the edge. The wolf scratched the door with an impatient whine, Folken opened the door slowly and back away. The creature hesitated for a moment before walking cautiously past him, bragging the white haired girl in behind him. Halfway into the room, her arm fell from around its neck with a 'thug' onto the metal floor. She groaned as she tried to push herself up on to her feet, but her body was distorted and would not move as one. Her legs lay limp on the floor, as her upper torso was half way off it only to fall back down. The wolf slumped into the shadows of the dark room gray eyes watching, as Rei half rolled to her side, breathing heavily.

Her sapphire eyes blinded a few times in an attempt to focus, but only to fail miserably and close again. Her breathing steadied a bit, as he walked over to her a knelt down. He touched the side of her neck to feel the rapid, irregular beat pulsing through her veins. Her eyes flickered open again, watching him, as he looked her over taking into note the long cuts reopened on her back. Her sapphire eyes closed as he shook his head allowing her mind to slip into the restless darkness she welcomed, hearing his voice far off into the distances as it whispered. "Stupid girl."

(a/n: I had the need to end the chapter here, just for the cliff hanger.. But since I haven't uploaded in a while.. I'll be nice and give you the extra paragraph or so)

He stood as he looked her over for anymore damage. Nothing more then minor cuts, multiple bruises. If he moved her down to the medical wing, it would only cause uproar, and Dilandau would only become more watchful. Making the testing part of her stay her much harder then it already was. On top of that, Dilandau or even Celena could become aware that they were not the only projects to survive. Ruining most of the madoushi plan to keeping the "infantile failure" from ruining any success in fixing the only error in the original project 009. This had nothing to do with the situation right now. With the fact she was once again unconscious, and that there was a white wolf lurking in the shadows watching him.

Folken sighed, he took his cloak from the table, and laid it over the white hair girl. In all, it would be better to leave her here for the rest of the night. Once she was more conscious and aware of her surroundings, he would be able to get answers. Also it would lessen the chance of her going berserk as will. The door slide open as he walked though its thresh hold out into the dark corridors of the Vione. Only to turn and lock the door as it slid close.

AG1: That's it I'm ending it there!! No more writing for this little angel! falls back in chair three weeks.. Is to long.. Thank goodness marching band kind of ends this week.. As long as our football time doesn't make districts.. Which they probable won't give that they SUCK! mumbles something about loosing to Bayside. stupid people. Anyways. I may have to bring up the rating for this story next chapter. sighs

Dilandau: what do you mean? This is supposed to be your PG-13 story you baka!

AG1: glares well maybe if you and Rei could get along I wouldn't have to bring the rating up!!!

Dilandau: O.

Rei: still pasted out on the library floor

AG1: coughs A-um, anyways I kind of dislike the way the chapter come out.. but on well.. I did get to the point Hopefully.. Now I can get As WE Dance's chapter done.. If I could just figure out how to us some of the other Escaflowne characters a little better... And I have to work out a few problems in this plot. (Folken/Celena anyone??) and character development. defiantly character development..

Elder& younger guy: When the hell are we getting names?!!!

AG1:nervous laugh when I come up with them.. heh heh