Chapter Eleven
"Ah! Good! Christ be praised! Against all the odds Satan could possi- Alecto! Let me see you! You have triumphed! Young Alecto! Let me see you! You are here!" The knights and the caravan had arrived back at Hadrian's Wall. The journey to return was a slow, yet rough one. The knight's dismounted their horses and looked on with sad faces as Dagonet pulled the dead body of Hope from his saddle.
The bishop was smiling and trying to grab the young boy Alecto. Alecto seemed scared, and slightly disturbed, as he pulled away. Not far from where the knight's stood, Lucan jumped from the carriage and ran to find Dagonet.
"Lucan!" Guinevere shouted as she exited the carriage behind him. The roman soldiers drew their swords and made to go after Lucan.
"You! Boy!" They shouted as they reached to grab Lucan. Galahad drew a dagger and pointed it to one of the roman soldier's necks. Behind him, Dagonet had handed the dead body over to Jols, and took Lucan into his arms.
Faith stood aside, watching the scene play out before her very eyes. Hope had made her watch the King Arthur movie so much; she knew this scene by heart. But it was not the same. Instead of Dagonet being dead, her older sister was dead and she felt the weight of her death weighing heavily on her shoulders. She glanced to the side and saw Destiny holding Miracle in her arms. Miracle had awoken only an hour ago, and she was still crying for the death of her lost sibling.
"Great knights. You are free now!" The Bishop chuckled nervously "Give me the papers. Come, come! Your papers of safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire! Take it, Arthur." The Bishop laughed nervously as Arthur approached him.
"Bishop Germanius. Friend of my father." Arthur glared down at the older man, giving him very little breathing room. Arthur huffed and turned around, walking out of the courtyard. Lancelot walked up to the roman soldier that held the box with their release papers, and snatched them away. He walked around the circle of knights and handed each of them their papers.
"You are free. You can go!" The bishop exclaimed. Tristan walked up to the roman soldier and examined the box. After inspecting it for a few minutes, he decided it was worth keeping. Tristan yanked the box away and walked out of the courtyard.
Faith watched as Galahad and Gawain escorted Miracle and Destiny out of the courtyard. Destiny had paused at the gates and turned to look at Faith. Faith could see tears forming in the young girls eyes once more, and her heart clenched from the pain. Destiny forced a small smile before taking Gawains hand and following him away.
The small funeral they held for Hope was simple and consisted of only the knights, Lucan, and Guinevere. Miracle, Destiny and Faith all stood holding each others hands. The grave was originally going to be unmarked, but Arthur had insisted upon having it marked with a sword. He claimed that even though she wasn't a knight, she was a warrior.
"In the short time that we knew her, she brought happiness into our lives." Arthur began "Let us not forget this woman, Hope Derised." The knight's nodded their heads and walked away slowly. Lancelot lingered by Hope's grave, an unreadable expression on his face.
The three girls kneeled at the foot of Hope's grave and mumbled silent goodbyes, biting back the tears that threatened to fall. Destiny felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Lancelot standing behind her.
"Come. We must go to the fortress hall."
"I want answers! And I want them now!" Arthur shouted, his voice echoing through the room. The girls stared at him, slightly dumbstruck. "There is something about you that doesn't make sense!"
"Whatever do you mean?" Destiny asked sarcastically.
"You use words that are not our own. Devices that I don't recognize, you are not from our world." Arthur explained as he sat down.
"Well we told you when we arrived here that we were from Rohan." Miracle sighed.
"You claimed you were from Gondor." Arthur glared at the girls and Miracle shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Miracle mouthed a meep and ignored the hard kick she got across the shin from Faith.
"You're hiding something and I want to know what it is!" Arthur shouted, slamming his fist against the table. Galahad jumped slightly and looked at Arthur surprised.
"Our secrets are our own. You do not have the right to demand anything from us." Faith stated through clenched teeth.
"Hope is dead. How many more lives are you willing to sacrifice before you tell us who you really are!" By this point Arthur was fuming with anger and his knights were staring at him astounding. Never before had they seen their commander so angry.
"I do not have to tell you anything!" Faith shouted as she stood up, knocking her chair over. "Hope died because she didn't stick to the plan!"
"So you had a plan?" Arthur asked.
"Yes" Faith replied.
"Then you knew what was going to happen on the ice!"
"Yes, I did!"
"Then why didn't you stop Hope from dying!" Lancelot shouted. Faith growled and threw her goblet across the room.
"This is an A B conversation, so C your way out of it!" Beside Faith, Destiny snorted with laughter. "I did stop what was supposed to happen. My sister risked her life to save your knights life. I believe you owe her you respect." Faith glanced over to Dagonet who sat holding Lucan in his arms.
"How would you know that was supposed to happen!"
"Why are you questioning me!" Faith shouted, clearly furious now.
"Because I don't trust you!" Arthur shouted back at her. The room became quiet, and Arthur and Faith stood glaring at each other.
"Were assassins." Miracle quietly said. Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. Faith and Destiny were angry that Miracle had revealed what they were, and the knight's couldn't believe what they just head.
"You're what?" Gawain asked.
"Assassins" Miracle sadly said "From the future. Some how we were thrown back in time to the day that you were supposed to get your freedom."
"Miracle!"
"We know everything there is to know about you, there are many legends and myths written about King Arthur and his knights of the round table. But in the year 2004 they made a movie that defied every legend that was ever written. It was a movie that started with the day the bishop arrived, and ended with the battle on Badon hill."
"We kill people for a living. Track them down like they are wild animals and slaughter them in their homes." Miracle paused and took a deep breath "Since we were children we were trained to kill. We had no choice." Miracle's eyes clouded with tears.
The knight stood at Miracle awestruck by her confession. They couldn't believe that the four girls they had come to enjoy the company of were trained assassins.
"Hope was…Hope was…" Miracle sniffled.
"When it was needed, Hope gave up her body to men to use as they pleased. So we could get closer to the target." Faith finished.
"Miracle never took part in any of the killings. She had only killed two men before and that was because they were holding a gun to her head. She mostly kept tabs on the targets, and did the background research." Destiny suddenly spoke up.
"Destiny mostly dealt with getting our weapons and following the targets around. If the mission consisted of two or more people, she would be involved in the killing." Faith spoke up as she sat back down, ignoring the exchanges between the knights.
"Faith sat around on her lazy ass until it was time to finish the job. She would go in, weapon of her choice in hand, and take out the target." Miracle began "We were a team and we worked together. We kept each other safe."
"Dagonet was supposed to die on the ice. We had a plan, and it would have worked. I was going to go on the ice, break it, and run back. No one would die." Faith quietly said "Hope ignored the plan and ran out instead. If she would have just followed the plan I would be dead and she wouldn't…"
The doors to the fortress hall busted open and in came Jols. He was followed by what looked to be Gilly and various others of Bors kids. "Arthur! Come to the wall!"
"Make way! Make way!" Someone shouted as Arthur ran up the stone steps. Guinevere leaned against the stone wall next to Lancelot and Faith. Miracle stood with Destiny in the corner, looking at the army of Saxons. Arthur looked out at the army of Saxons, then at the defenseless people that resided behind Hadrian's Wall. His gaze drifted to Lancelot and Guinevere.
"Knights. My journey with you must end here. May god go with you." Arthur's gaze lingered on Lancelot before he turned and walked down the stone steps. Lancelot looked at Guinevere, then shook his head and followed Arthur. Guinevere quickly scampered off behind him.
"Imma get drunk…" Bors said he stood up, followed by Gawain and Dagonet.
"I'll join ya, could use a drink myself." Destiny said as she followed the group down the steps.
Galahad stood from where he sat and glanced over to Miracle. Small tears were rolling down her cheeks as she stood out at the Saxon army. As if sensing someone was looking at her, she turned around. Their eyes locked for a few seconds before Galahad turned away and walked down the steps. Tristan followed him, and Faith trailed after behind them.
Miracle plopped down on the ground and rubbed her cheeks with the sleeve of her dress. First Hope dies, and the one man she ever loved probably hates her for what she did for a living. 'It's not my fault, its not like I had any other choice…' She thought to herself as she stood and straightened out her dress. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked down the stone steps.
"How bout 'nother round Vanora!" Destiny shouted across the tavern. She sat across from Bors and Gawain, holding a pitcher of ale in her hand. So far she had downed almost four pitchers, and she believed she was holding her alcohol pretty well. In actuality though, she was well on her way to being shit faced.
"Destiny, 'ave I ever told you how purrteh you are?" Gawain slurred from across the table. Bors, already drunk off his ass, tumbled over with laughter.
"I don't believe you have 'awain!" Destiny grinned and leaned across the table and placed a loud wet kiss against Gawains forehead. Dagonet shook his head and took a small sip of his ale as Vanora placed another pitcher down in front of Destiny.
"Destiny darling, I believe you've had enough." Vanora stated with her hands on her hips. Destiny stood up and staggered around the table.
"I think you're 'ight!" Destiny grinned and grabbed Gawains arm, yanking him up from the table "C'mon gorgeous! Escort me to your room!" Gawain grinned and happily obliged.
When they reached his room Destiny pushed him back on the bed and began taking his clothes off. Gawain, drunk out of his mind, smiled and looked up at the ceiling in a daze like state. Destiny unlaced his breeches and yanked them half way down, then grabbed the bottom of his tunic and pulled it up over his head. She smiled and leaned down, placing a soft kiss against his lips.
Gawain reached out and tried to grab Destiny, but she smacked his hands away. Grinning, she moved down his body to his waist and licked his belly button. A low moan sounded through the room as Destiny crouched down between his legs and slipped his boots and breeches off. He was now lying on the bed, completely naked, and he felt the situation was rather unfair.
"Are you going to strip luv?" Gawain slurred as he sat up and tried to grab her. Destiny smiled him seductively as she backed away from him and slowly slid the sleeves of her dress of her shoulders. Gawain felt his head spinning, and he fell back against the bed.
Pretty soon he felt Destiny crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. He looked up at her, and was surprised to see that she was completely naked. Her breasts were rather small compared to most of the girls he slept with, but he didn't really care. He reached up and lightly ran his fingers over the top of her breasts, and he felt a sudden rush of arousal when she let out a soft moan.
His hands traveled down her sides and to her waist. He grabbed her hips and tried to roll over on top of her, but she pried his hands off his body and pinned them down on the bed. He looked up at her slightly confused, but all complaints diminished when he felt her reach down between there bodies.
Faith was walking in circles with her hands behind her back. So many thoughts were running through her head, and they just kept making her angrier and angrier. She stopped next a stall with a saddle on the door. Without thinking she grabbed it and used all her strength to toss it across the room. Yelling out in frustration she grabbed a bin that was filled with oats and threw it through the window. Occupied in venting her frustration, she did not notice Tristan stroll into the stables.
"Angry?" Tristan casually asked as he slowly walked up, peeling an apple with his dagger.
"Shut up!" Faith snarled as she turned around to face him. Tristan ignored her and glanced over to the saddle that lay on the ground.
"That's my saddle." Tristan calmly said.
"I don't give a shit." Faith glared at him as he took a bite out of his peeled apple.
"Just because your friend is dead, it gives you no reason to destroy other people's belongings." Tristan said "Hope was an idiot."
Faith glared at him, her nostrils flaring in anger. She strolled forward and drew her arm back to hit him, but he caught her fist before it made contact with his face. "Hit me, and I'll kill you." He took another bite of his apple and looked at her as if daring her to hit him.
She raised her other fist in the air and drew it back to hit him. He dropped his apple and caught her fist. He glared down at her through his bangs and pushed her back roughly. She stumbled backwards and made contact with the wall, and before she could ever blink Tristan had her arms pinned over her head. He leaned forward, just inches away from her face.
"Don't vent your anger out on me woman." Tristan growled as he tightened his grip around her wrist.
"Bite me jack-" Tristan's lips came crashing down roughly against hers before she could finish what she was saying. She bit his bottom lip hard, causing blood to seep into there kiss. The kiss was rough and showed no gentleness or kindness. Faith opened her mouth to scream at him, and Tristan took this opportunity so shove his tongue into her mouth.
He pressed his body against hers, his hard arousal pressing against her stomach. Faith's head began to spin in circles as a sudden weird sensation washed over her. Tristan removed his hands from her wrist and let them fall down to her waist. He roughly grabbed her hips and lifted her up from the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands moved to her thighs and he slowly slid her dress down as he pressed up harder against her.
All these feelings were confusing to Faith. This had not been the first time she had ever been with a man; she was far from ever being a virgin. But when she was men she never felt these weird burning sensations in the pit of her stomach, or the sudden wetness between her thighs.
Faith began unlacing the front of Tristan's tunic and she roughly pulled it over his head. She wrapped one arm around his neck, and used the other to unlace his breeches. He suddenly reached down and stopped her hand, mumbling something about this being too public.
His hands gripping her bottom and both her arms wrapped around his neck, he carried her into the tack room and kicked the door close behind him. He wasted no time in pinning her against the wall again and tearing the laces of his breeches off. Faith used her feet to push his breeches down, and she almost yelped in surprise when he grabbed the elastic band of her panties and dragged them down her thighs.
Tristan growled in frustration when he couldn't get her under garments off because of the position they were in. He turned around and sat her down on the table and yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Faith looked up at him surprised before she sat up and pressed her lips against his. This kiss not as rough as the first one. Tristan's hands trailed down her backside, and he grabbed the bottom of her dress, which was bundled up around her waist, and yanked it over her head, breaking the kiss for a split second.
He pushed her back down on the table and settled himself between her milky white thighs. He stopped for a moment and looked over her body, admiring her beauty. His eyes lingered on her face, which was framed by her beautiful long black hair. His eyes traveled up and down her body, and he noticed that her hair was so long that some of it was covering her breasts.
He reached down and caressed her face softly with his hand, enjoying the loving look she was giving him. Without realizing it, he brushed the strands off hair that blocked his view of her naked chest away.
"What are you waiting for?" He heard her nervously ask. His eyes locked with hers as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
"You're beautiful…" The feel of his warm breath against her neck and ear sent shivers through Faith's body. She closed her eyes and moaned when she felt him kissing her neck, and working his way down her body. When he reached her thighs, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. And after that, it was all a blur.
Thump, Thump
Miracle softly rasped on Galahads door. She wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand as she waited patiently for Galahad to open his door. The door finally creaked open, and Galahad stood in the doorway in nothing but his breeches.
"Miracle?" He asked, slightly surprised to find her at his door.
"Can I come in?" She softly asked. Galahad stepped aside and let her walk into his room. He closed the door behind her and turned to face her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks seemed slightly red.
"Is something wrong?" Galahad asked, but Miracle didn't hear him. She was staring at his bare chest, slightly transfixed by his beauty. "Miracle?"
Miracle's head snapped up and she stared him straight in the eyes. "Do you hate me?"
"What?" Galahad asked.
"Do you hate me, now that you know what I am?"
"Miracle…I could never hate you." Galahad softly said. The truth was he was completely furious that she had not told him in the beginning. But after being alone for the last hour, and thinking everything over, he had decided that there was really no reason to be mad. Just the fact that she did lie to him and the knights.
"Then why…" Tears began to roll down Miracle's face as she spoke "Then why did you leave me?"
"I...I needed time to think. Everything that has happened, it is all so much to take in." Galahad walked forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry" Miracle sniffled and wrapped her arms around his bare back.
They stood like that for a while, just holding each other. Then Galahad began kissing her, caressing her body, and her vision became blurry from the new sensations she was feeling.
The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back, naked as the day she was born. Galahad was lying on the bed next to her, naked as well. He leaned over and began to passionately kiss her as his hand trailed down the front of her body, to her thighs.
Miracle stiffened a bit when she felt Galahads hand massaging the area between her thighs. He had done this to her before, but then she wasn't naked with him lying on top of her. Her shyness diminished as Galahad soon had her moaning his name out in pleasure as his fingers worked their magic on her.
"Gala…Oh bloody hell!" Miracle moaned out as her orgasm washed over her. She closed her eyes and gripped the blanket that was under her. Taking deep breaths, she tried to steady her breathing.
She felt Galahad roll over on top of her and settle himself between her thighs. Her eyes snapped open when she felt something hard pressing against her. She had never had sex before, nor had sex ever seen a naked man.
"Umm…Galahad?" She quietly asked. He leaned down, bracing himself on his elbows.
"What is it?" He huskily asked.
"Can we take this slow?" Miracle was pretty damn sure she was as red as a tomato. Galahad stared at her for a moment, as if he was confused, then he smiled.
"You're a virgin?" She nodded her head and Galahad leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'll take it as slow as you want."
Miracle sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck, waiting for him to start. She blushed more, if at all possible, when he reached down and pushed her legs further apart.
"Galahad?" she said quietly.
"Yes?" Galahad looked up at her slightly annoyed that she had stopped him again.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
A/N:
Oh my god…I'm probably going to get seriously flamed for this chapter, Lol. I suck at writing sex LOL. At least I tried! Which is the least I can say for a lot of writers x.x…anyways review, review! And I'll wuvvels you forever, and possibly give you an Oreo!
Jessipurr
