AN:
Kuon: thank you and I am glad you like it :) I believe you mean the Chort with "the creature who emerges to kill whoever threatens her"? You will need to keep reading the next chapters to find out.
Marmottine: Yeah, she is VERY horny, but can you blame her? Lamberts body is very toned and trained. He is strong and not bad looking (all in all attractive to her) and with her ex, who gave a shit about her, she wasn´t really satisfied. So now she gets what she was missing out on from Lambert now ;)
Again „Kitten" isn´t meant as an pet name! Not yet anyway ;)
Damn this chapter ended up longer than anticipated O.o But I just couldn´t stop^^
They had been on the road again for around two weeks when they encountered the first signs of the ongoing war: Soldiers in iron clad armour (the age ranged from adolescence to very old- meaning almost walking mummies) and injured crossed their paths and once or twice the young woman heard a recruiter.
Twice they changed their plans on where to make camp, because soldiers or mercenaries were close. The villages and villagers looked more and more depleted.
Little children ran to safety when they closed by and once they were even asked to leave. Not because the villagers were afraid of Lambert, but because Witch Hunters were close, and the village feared what they might do. Milli and Lambert stocked up their provisions as good as possible (fear was nothing against their need for coin) and were back on the road again.
The young woman and Lambert had sex together for another five times (during her horny phase). Twice in an abandoned house they were staying in, another time in a little cave in the middle of the woods and the last two times in a hot spring they had come across by accident (someone had built a little hut around it, so it was secured from beasts) and they had taken the opportunity as it came, AFTER Lambert had checked the area for any threats.
Both had been desperate for a warm bath and one thing caused the other, and soon bathing had been forgotten.
First Lambert had taken her from behind, playing with her breasts and nibbling at her neck the whole time, while she was leaning on the stones aligning the spring.
For the second round, Milli had strangled the Witchers hips and began slowly to rock back and forth, riding him. His hands had gripped her cheeks while her arms rested on his shoulders to stabilize her.
Every time they had sex, Lamberts swords had been in arms reach and Milli caught herself more than once laughing about this kind of protected sex.
They were two days away from Novigrad, when Lambert had suddenly pulled his sword and dismounted. Millie´s heart began to beat faster, and she held her dagger in a tight grip, while she had the reigns of the horse in the other.
"Stay on the horse, and don´t stop when I send it to run. I will find you then, understood."
"Yes. Lambert, what is-" Before she could end the sentence, an arrow flew past her face and a little shriek escaped her throat.
Out of the surrounding bushed and treelines armed men appeared, one of them had an arrow aimed at the young woman´s head.
They looked like mercenaries or militant farmers, but not like actual soldiers of a standing army, their weapons and armour were too mixed up.
"Who are you and what are you doing on this path?" One of the elder looking ones asked, his voice ruff and it sounded a bit slurred.
"None of your business." Lambert answered with a growl, rolling his shoulders. "Now get out our way!"
"You are one, we ten. Answer our questions or we will make you."
Lambert?
"Be my guest."
"Would be a shame if something would happen to your whore, wouldn´t it?" The spokesperson sneered, and the young woman saw Lambert stiffen and the look in his eyes changed.
Woah, wrong move buddy. Lambert looks angry now.
Not wanting to be caught in the middle of a (one-sided) swordfight and covered in the idiots blood, she spoke up.
"Ehm- excuse me? First, I am not a whore, thank you very much and second, you do realize that he is Witcher, right? He kills monsters for a living- do you really think you can stand a chance against him?" Her voice was trembling, fearing the attacker's reactions and her knuckles had become white, so tight was her grip on the reigns and dagger.
Her words seem to work, some of the men began to whisper between each other and fear filled looks wandered to her male companion, to her relief, one of them was the archer (who lowered his bow).
"Who else than a whore would be traveling with a monster?"
Lambert send her a look that said something along the lines of "what are you doing woman."
"That's none of your business, I just wanted to save your life but if you want to be a total and utter asshole, go on. I don´t care if he kills you."
"On whose side are you on? I-in the war I mean." A different man asked, his voice shaking with fear but filled with interest.
"He is on no ones' side, because no one is on his side!" She answered for her companion, fed up with the situation. But she knew, if she doesn't intervene, blood and entails would be flying any moment. And it wouldn´t be Lamberts.
Did I just kinda quote Treebeard?
"Last chance, let us leave or die. I killed monsters thrice your size, strength and speed!" Lambert growled at them.
"Leave this forest and don´t ever come back!" The second man told them before the attackers disappeared into the woods.
The horse was moving, before Lambert was fully seated again, but she was glad they would be out of there sooner than later.
Lambert kept his sword in hand for the next half an hour, just to be sure.
"Sorry about earlier. I just didn´t fancy to be covered in blood and gore and it to dry until we were able to find a stream to clean. And one Katakan encounter was more than enough if you ask me." Milli sighted, when Lambert hadn´t said one word the whole time.
After another minute or two of silence, he finally spoke to her.
"Me neither, but that was a foolish move. They could have easily shot you the second you spoke."
"I know, but I answered at least one of their questions. They knew what you could do to them after I told them you were a Witcher."
"And how did you come up with the ´I am on no one's side´ speech?"
"Its from a book I love ´ Lord of the Rings´ and because I didn't know what the right answer was, I thought it is best to stay neutral."
"Smart thinking. But next time, stay quiet-please." The last part was just a whisper, but it showed he cared for her.
"Thank you, and don´t worry I will, that was just too much stress for my liking."
"What is the book about." Lambert suddenly asked, and Milli began to tell him the tale on how Frodo Baggins was send off to destroy the one ring. About how the fellowship became friendship.
Lambert was not too interested in the story at the beginning, the only reason why he asked was because she seemed to love it. He was eager to learn a bit more about his companion without prying.
But soon he was engulfed in her descriptions of the Shire (although it sounded too peaceful for his liking) and the world in general.
He asked her once (when she spoke about the peaceful shire) if there were any monsters and she began to swarm about a demon like creature called the "Balrog" and how it was defeated by a mage called Gandalf, who died but would come back later.
"- A huge kraken like monster lived in that lake though and when Merry and Pippin throw stones in it, the monster attacked the fellowship and they had to flee into the mountain. It was full of Dwarven skeletons. By the way- do you have Dwarves here as well?"
"We do. To be honest, we will meet one in Novigrad. He is an old friend of Geralt´s and has an old brothel with another friend of his."
"So, we will be staying in an old brothel? As long as the sheets are clean, and no one mistakes me for a prostitute, I don´t really care." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Don´t worry. You are with me."
"Getting protective and possessive over me?" She mocked him with a grin, but she couldn't see the light blush that appeared on his face for a second, behind her back. "But I appreciate it. I assume we will share a room again?"
"Tired of me?" He mocked her back.
"Na. I am looking forward to it. Sleeping in a comfortable bed. Taking a hot bath, probably even more than one. Eating real cocked food. Getting the clothes cleaned-"
"Really, nothing else?"
"Something to drink, mead or something alike. It has feels like years when I had the last one." She grinned. "Just kidding. I could do with a massage. You are pretty good at them and maybe some fun later?" During the last part her voice had gotten deeper and huskier. With her horny phase of the month behind her, she wasn´t as needy as before, but sex was fun none the less. And who doesn´t like the feeling of being wanted by a very attractive person? She could enjoy the act more now that her body wasn´t screaming for release and her brain wasn´t clouded.
One of his hands had moved to rest on her upper thigh and his breath brushed against her sweet spot at her neck.
"I am eager to help. We could make a short rest and then ride through the night. Means we can be at Novigrad in the late morning. Me and the horse are used to ride through the night and you could sleep sitting."
"Fine with me." Milli stretched her body while answering, before settling against his chest.
And that's how they did it, the Witcher and his Companion crossed the city walls in the late morning, followed by hateful and interested eyes.
Now I hate my blue hair. Should I find something to cover that up, at least while we are here.
The usual shouts of hate followed them through the streets until they reached their destination.
Lambert stopped his horse in front of a house that reminded her of a mixture between old western saloon (with its balconies) and a timbered house like they had in her home town.
A sign above the entrance showed a woman with a lute and the name "Chameleon".
Lambert helped her dismount and motioned for his companion to enter first.
Upon entering music and the smell of booze hit her, making her falter in her steps and looking around.
The main room was filled with (mostly) man in any kind of drunken state and woman that could go through as either artist of some kind or prostitutes (some more than others).
Getting a little nudge at her back, Milli walked towards the bar, Lambert always so close she felt his body heat against her back. They hadn´t gone a long way, when a man (who looked like a bard) in pink and blue clothes came towards them.
"What do my eyes see for a beautiful flower entering my descend tavern." He said with a flirting sing sang.
"Ehm. I am with him." Milli answered baffled and motioned at Lambert with her thumb over her shoulder. Who grunted in response.
Throwing a look over her shoulder she saw him standing with his arms crossed in front of his puffed-out chest.
"Ah, Lambert. Long time no see. Say my lovely flower, what is a rose like you doing with a weed like him?"
"Watch it Dandelion. She´s with me and that's all you need to know."
"Easy there, Lambert. You know him, he´s always an easy flirt." A deep voice intervened with a little laugh. Looking around, Millis eyes felt onto a small male figure with reddish hair and beard and sturdy figure.
A dwarf
"Zoltan Chivay, at your service." He introduced himself to the young woman and nodded at the Witcher in greeting.
"Geralt was here just a few weeks ago. Said he would eventually come back any day now. Yer looking for him?"
"We are on the way to Kaer Morhen. Just stopping by and taking a rest from the life on the road. Maybe doing a few contacts, if Geralt left any that is." Lambert answered short.
Thought they know each other? Why is he talking to them with this neutral voice?
"So yer lookin´for rooms then?" The dwarf asked.
"Just one." The Whitcher´s answer raised eyebrows by his friends.
"It´s safer for her if we stay in the same room. With the drunks and her blue hair."
Looks wandered form her face to his and back before Zoltan nodded and took a key out of the inner pocket of his coat.
"This one is reserved for friends of the house. It is in the back and more secure than the others. Has its own little bathroom and a big bed with two divan couches that are big enough to comfortably sleep on. We have pipes installed, so there is no need on carrying buckets full of water through the house. Our stable boy will look after yer horse." The dwarf said when handling her male companion, the key and motioning towards the stairs.
"Come down later for something to eat and drink, so we can have a little chat. We have some fresh meat over the fire."
The whole time, Dandelion had played his lute.
"Does he never stop with that? The flower guy I mean." Milli whispered to wards her companion when they walked down the aisle to their room. "Zoltan seems nice though."
"They both are. Dandelion needs just time to get accustomed to. I still haven´t fully, he is just too annoying sometimes."
I feel you.
"This is the room we are staying in? Looks nice and comfortable." She smiled upon entering.
The room was decorated in warm colours and the bed in the centre (of the right wall) was overflowing with fluffy cushions. An open doorway to her left, opened up to a little bathroom and al in all was it very similar to the room they had lived in the first bigger village.
Only more luxurious.
Throwing her back into one chair, Milli disappeared into the bathroom and had to suppress a squeal; in the centre stood a huge bath tub made of polished wood, with arm- and head rest and anything else one could need.
Clean towels laid next to it, together with oils and soaps.
A movable metal pipe could be used to fill it with water (hot AND cold).
This is awesome. Never thought I would see something like this in this medieval world.
"Do you think we could bath before we go down to eat?" She asked, her eyes still cast on the tub.
"Depends how long you want to take in there, Kitten." Lamberts voice whispered into her ear and the young woman jerked together.
"I told you to not do that!" She scolded him, but as usual he only laughs. "And please, don't call me ´Kitten´ in front of others. Or I will find an especially cruel nickname and will do that as well."
He turned around with his hands in the air and a grin on his face.
"I just want to relax for a few minutes and then wash my hair- if I get it untangled that is. I don´t want to go sleeping with it all wet. And dying of a cold because of that, I am just glad I survived the water till now." The last part were only mumbles, but she knew Lambert had heart it.
"There should be enough time for you to take a bath and wash your hair. I will just bath later, if you take too long."
"You sure that´s ok for you?" She asked through the open doorway, but only got a positive sounding grunt as an answer.
It was easier than first thought, to fill the tub with warm water and while it filled, Milli grabbed clean underwear out of her back.
"Do I need to wear a dress? I mean this is your friends establishment after all."
"Better wear one, there are some strange guests down there that could mistake you for a witch."
"Because of that, Is there a way to cover the blue with dye or something else? I don´t like the stares."
"Maybe, we can ask Dandelion for help later."
I will wear a dress then.
With a small sigh, the young woman grabbed one of her dresses and disappeared back into the bathroom.
Her body immediately relaxed upon emerging into the almost hot water and she felt her skin prickle
Sooooo, nice. Mhm.
Milli just laid there and relaxed, thinking about nothing really, when a little itch on her back began to bother her.
But as soon as it appeared it was gone, and she counted it to the fact that her skin was probably dry or irritated by the primitive clothing or dirt.
Carefully she opened her simple Dutch braid and combed through her hair with her fingers.
Lesser knots than anticipated were in her way and after just five minutes of brushing (with a real brush) her hair was all freed.
What kind of soap should I use? Mhm- better ask the one with the super senses, he will smell it more than I will.
"Lambert, I don´t know which soap I should use and because you have the more sensitive nose, I give you the choice. Rose, Honey or hugh Lavender- ignore the last one. So, Roses or honey?" Milli asked smelling both soaps over and over again, she liked both.
"Honey." Was his one-word answer and Milli hurried to wash her hair.
Damn. It almost reached the middle of my back. What is in this damn air or water that it grows this fast? Well, at least I can braid it now probably.
It took her four times of soaping and cleaning her hair and twenty minutes, until it wasn´t feeling greasy any more, and she thought it to be clean. After washing the rest of the body. She stepped out and covered herself into one of the big towels, that was softer than it looked.
Another ten minutes later she was dressed and returned into the main room, brushing her hair.
I could try two pigtail five strand braids. I only need one more string of leather.
When she looked up, Lambert had gotten rid of the outer (heavier) layers of his armour and was sharpening his swords.
Sitting down next to him, she began braiding her hair and she hadn't realized she was humming, wasn´t it for his strange look one moment and it took her some time to realize it was the A-Team theme.
Finished with both braids, Milli smiled at Lambert and they walked down into the tavern, both had become very hungry.
Zoltan and Dandelion waited for them at a little bar at the far corner and motioned them over as soon as they came down the stars.
"Ah, the lovely Iris is gifting us with her presence."
"Name is Milli. Not iris." She simply answered and greeted the dwarf, that let out a deep laugh.
"So tell us Milli, what are ya doin´ with this scoundrel?"
"Traveling?" She answered unsure, if it would be ok for her to reveal their little secret. "We met a Month or so back and I am very very far from home and he offered me to come with him. We are headed for Kaer Morhen." She explained, but they didn´t entirely belief her, she saw that at their expression.
"That's not all. Is it." Zoltan mumbled and nodded after a short look at Lambert. His expression was answer enough.
"Well then. You have a long way ahead of you, rest here for a few days and stock up on your supplies. There are a few contracts for you to take. And your lovely companion can stay in the safety of the chameleon or walk around the market next door." The Dwarf answered.
"Although, I wouldn't recommend going outside with your unusual but beautiful haircolouring." Dandelion said, sending her a little wink at the last part.
"We wanted you to ask you about that. Is there a way to dye it in another colour for a few days to a week?" Lambert asked the bard with a deep whisper.
"Yes, there is. Why don´t you go outside and gather the contracts and while you do that, I will get a friend to take care of her hair." He sang.
Lambert send her a short questioning look to get her approval before nodding at the man.
"It is settled then. After lunch, you go inside the city and I will spend some time with your little companion." He declared with a grin and the woman send Lambert a look that said `If this goes wrong, you are dead!´, making him chuckle.
I like my colour, usually, I kill you if it looks like poop!
After a lunch, consisting of grilled meat with some bread and an ale (Dandelion had offered Milli some wine, but she had declined), the companions split up and Milli followed the bard into their room.
"Sit down, and let me do the magic, Rosalia please bring me the sachet with my dye."
"If it has the colour of poop afterwards, I will kill you!" She warned him with a growl, but he only laughed.
"How do you think my hair is this beautiful black? Don´t worry, I think a dark brown will suit you just right." He hummed while playing with her hair.
"I just braided it" Milli whined and sighted.
"And it was beautiful."
Just get it over with.
As soon as Rosalia brought the man his sachet he started to do his magic and after three hours of preparing and letting the dye settle, Milli was brunette, the blue wasn´t there anymore and her hair had a natural brown colour.
She decided to take the possibility and laid down on the bed.
Let's see how comfortable- oh hell yeah. This bed is heaven. Better get up again, or I will sleep here and now!
It took her brain some convincing, but after a short laydown of about ten minutes, she stood up again and returned to the main room, hoping her companion will come back soon.
She was talking with Zoltan, when a strong hand found its way to her lower back and the smell of booze showed her, it wasn´t Lamberts.
Her whole posture stiffened, and she remembered the night she was kidnapped.
"What a beau-beautiful woman. Why don´t we go upstairs into your room and have a bit of f-fun." He slurred into her ear and she nearly gagged.
LAMBERT!
"Not interested. Maybe try it with someone else." She told him, not even glancing in his direction.
"C-come on doll. hick"
"Still a NO."
The dwarf just wanted to intervene, when the hand was ripped away from her back and the man followed.
"She said, she isn´t interested. Now fuck off." A well-known deep voice growled.
Sounds angry.
"What is it to you Mutant. Want her to yourself, don't you? But who would fuck something like you." The drunk sneered.
If you knew.
"See you are back, Lambert. Got the contracts you were looking for?" Milli asked casually, sipping on her mead.
"I did. A vampire, two Katakans and some ghouls and wraith in the surrounding fields."
"Would you add a contract for a numskull as well? I just got one in." She said in a neutral tone and waved her hand into the area where the man was still standing in Lamberts grip.
"It´s on the house." He answered her with a dangerous smile in his voice, and the young woman was able to hear the man´s breathing hitch.
"Last chance, fuck off or die." Lambert growled and let the man go, who was so afraid, he ran against a pillar and knocked himself out.
"Was that really necessary? He was one of our customers after all."
"He was an idiot." Lambert shrugged and motioned for something to drink.
For the next couple of hours, the two companions and the owners drank and talked together.
Lambert and Zoltan talked about old times and how Dandelion had a knack for getting into troubles with husbands for flirting with their wives. The dwarf had to get him out of trouble more than once.
It was after her fourth mead (and Lamberts eight), when a loud yawn escaped her body.
"I think I will head off. " She excused herself and started to walk back to their room.
"Yeah, me as well. Need to be fit for the hunt tomorrow." His voice was a bit slurred. None of them saw the looks the Dwarf gave them.
Back in their room, Milli grabbed her night shirt and disappeared into the joined bathroom.
After a quick look into the mirror and a frown (at her now brown hair) she returned and went straight towards the bed. The alcohol had made her sleepy. But she frowned when her eyes felt onto her male companion, he was stretching his body and one hand was massaging his shoulder.
He´s hurt.
"Lay down." She mumbled sleepy and motioned to the bed.
"I thought you are tired and wanted to sleep." He asked with a deep voice and a wink.
"I am not speaking about sex. Your shoulder hurt, doesn't it?"
"My muscles are just a bit sore." He mumbled, uncomfortable she had caught him in pain.
"Lay down, I will give you a massage. Don´t want you to get killed, because you couldn´t move properly, do we?" The young woman answered with a stubborn yawn.
Not even thinking of denying her offer, he striped down to his long johns and laid down on the bed.
"I will need to sit on your ass." She told him and he chuckled.
"you sat already on something else of me. I don´t care." She rolled with her eyes and took a seat on the trained ass.
Comfortable.
With a firm grip she leaned forward and kneaded his hard muscles.
She began with his shoulders and slowly made her way down to his hips and back up. It took her five repetitions till his back began to soften, and her fingers were hurting by the time she was finished.
Lambert had totally relaxed under her skilled hands and once or twice a silent moan escaped his lips.
Finished, Lambert stood up to take a last piss and taking care of a certain hardened body part (he didn´t want to bother Milli with it- he had offered her to help her, and didn´t expected the other way around. Not when she nearly fell asleep on his back, taking care of his hurting muscles).
Cuddling into the soft pillows and thick blanket, Milli was fast asleep, when Lambert joined her just minutes later.
His gaze wandered over her body, she was fast asleep, and his still slightly drunken brain wanted nothing more than place a kiss onto her parted lips and pull her into a deep embrace. It had just felt too good, laying beneath her and letting her take care of him in a non-sexual way. No one ever did something like that for him.
When the drunk man earlier had crossed the line, he had nearly broken his arm and wanted to kill him, in that moment he felt something he hadn´t felt before in such a situation: jealousy.
What are you doing to me, kitten. Was the last thing he thought, before drifting into a deep slumber.
-.-.-.-.-.-
The sun wasn´t up jet, when Lambert woke up again and got ready for his hunt. During the short hours of the night Milli had scooted closer to him (her back resting against his side) and he thought about staying in bed a bit longer.
"Need to get going. The sooner I am out of here, the sooner I am back." He mumbles and after a short look back, he disappeared through the door. Unbeknownst to him, that this day would end bloody.
After a quick breakfast, the Witcher followed the hints given in the contracts and made his way out of the awakening town.
Two hours later he had taken care of the wraith and ghoul nest and was now on the way to the location, where he hoped to find the bloodsuckers, but he was to late.
Upon closing in on the old barn, the smell of fresh monster blood entered his nostrils and his eyes saw a well-known horse.
Roach. That means Geralt is here as well.
"Oi Geralt! Those bloodsuckers were mine!"
"Lambert. Long time no see." The white wolf greeted his brother in arms and mutation.
"Didn't thought I would see you this soon."
"Have something to do in Novigrad and those bloodsuckers crossed my path. We can split the coin, wasn´t hard to kill."
"Or we drink with the coin something at the Chameleon. I have another contract for a Vampire, want to help?"
"What kind of Vampire? Katakan, Ekimmara? Higher one?" The white haired Witcher asked his friend interested, cutting of the dead bloodsucker's heads.
"A higher One. But I believe it is a Katakan that is old and strong enough to take the form of an human being."
"Sounds like a good job for two Witchers. Let me put them onto Roach and then tell me what you know."
Lambert explained his comrade anything he knew about the job and they prepared for the hunt.
In the meantime, in the tavern, had Milli joined the dwarf at the bar and asked if she could do anything to help. She was bored out of her mind, so bored she asked if was ok for her to cook something and the dwarf told her to do as she pleased.
Using anything she was allowed and able to, the young woman made some steamed vegetables with roasted meat and smashed potatoes.
It was enough to feed a football- team, or a Witcher with friends.
She had used the kitchen, so no one would bother her. Milli hummed some of her favourite songs and caught herself dancing once or twice.
Deep and loud laughter caught her attention, she knew one of them.
Lambert is back. Haven´t heard him laugh like that.
Upon entering the main room of the tavern, her eyes felt onto a broad build of a man with snow white hair and two swords on his back.
Another Witcher? Must be the Geralt Zoltan was speaking about.
"Didn´t know you could cook Dandelion." The second Witcher laughed.
"Oh, that wasn´t him. He would burn water if you let him near a cattle. Milli was bored and asked if she may use the kitchen." Zoltan mocked his friend and Milli saw Lamberts face lift with a smile, he remembered the stew she had cooked a few weeks back.
"Found yerself a nice companion. She´s polite and if the smell is any indication, a pretty good cook too. Don´t let her get hurt on the road, boy."
"Companion? Since when is Lambert, the ´lone and cranky´ wolf traveling with a companion and a female that it is? Thought you always thought they are too much of a trouble." The white Wolf asked his old friend interested.
"Opinions have the tendencies to change." Was her companions simple answer.
Not wanting to interrupt, Milli stood silently in the background, waiting for the males to finish their conversation.
Hope the food is enough to feed two monsterslayer.
Her thoughts were interrupted by another itch of the scars on her back.
"She seems to be shy and quiet as well."
Mhm, what?
"Oh trust me, she is anything but shy and quiet." Lambert said with a wink in her direction and she answered with a glare.
Don´t you dare!
"What´s wrong?" He asked, when he saw the frown on her face. Another itch.
"Nothing, just these stupid scars are itching all day already. There must be something in this damn city they don´t like." She sighted. Trying to scratch the itch away.
"I will take a look at them later, they should be healed but better safe than sorry."
"Yeah. You must be the Geralt I heard of, names Milli. I am traveling with the guy next to you."
"Greetings. What made you travel with this idiot?" Saying that, Geralt padded his colleague on the back in a friendly manner.
"A wolf, some villagers and a pack of ghouls." Was her simple answer, before stealing herself a drink.
"You didn´t, Lambert." The white hair stated and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, his catlike eyes burning into those of his opponent.
"All I wanted, was another horse."
"She doesn´t look like a horse." Geralt sighted with a smirk.
"I know, the village elders played me. I ended up with the blue haired pseudo witch." He sends her a little wink, so she doesn´t take it wrong.
"What are you doing now?"
"We are on our way to Kaer Morhen."
"And then? Leave her there? Lambert-"
"You know, I am right here and just for you info. I have nothing else to go and who didn´t want to live in a castle as a little girl?" Milli piped in, she didn´t like the way they were talking about her without her.
Both men looked at her and the white haired one sighted.
"At least Vesemir has company then. Gods know the castle could use a bit more life. But you should be sure, it can get lonely and boring in the mountains."
"I will find something to entertain myself. I always wanted to learn how to use bow and arrow or throwing knives. Learn to make mead. Whittle, I am sure there are a few sharp knives over there." Milli answered with a stubborn but light look and the Dwarf let out a hearty laugh.
"Reminds me more and more of little Ciri."
"Winters will get cold."
"I can learn to sew furs together. Although someone has to hunt the animals. Now why don´t we settle that discussion and eat something. Food is ready, and I am hungry." Milli declared and walked back into the little kitchen, not caring if the men are following her.
Filling her bowl with something from everything, she sat down on top of the little ´kitchen island´ and waited for the others to join or not.
She had just sat down, when one man after the other entered, Lambert was first.
"The rest is for you. I hope you like it." She declared and motioned between the bowls and food.
"If she´s staying at your Castle, I might come for a long visit. This tastes wonderful."
"Thank you, Zoltan."
"Aye."
The two witchers spoke about happenings on the road, and what new monsters they encountered and how to kill them. All the while nickering like an old couple.
Good that I watched NCIS and Expendables and co. Wouldn't be able to eat now otherwise. Hope we can avoid old battlefields, the few rotten corpses we passed were enough for me.
Let´s get the old couple some time alone.
Finished with her meal, the woman cleaned her bowl and spoon.
"I am heading back up."
"You want me to look at the scars?"
"Can make that tomorrow, its probably only the fabric that is irritating them. Spend some time with your friend, take a few drinks. And please try do not wake me up later."
She saw the worry in his eyes and couldn't determine if it was worry for her wellbeing or because of something else.
"I will take a long relaxing bath and then enjoying the comfortable bed. Can I borrow your shaving utensils again?" The last part was just a whisper and he nodded in approval.
Wishing the others a good night, Milli made her way up the stairs and towards the room, a smile gracing her lips. She was glad, Lambert finally had someone to speak and spend time with, that wasn´t her or some monsters he cursed while killing them.
Back in their room, she let the bathingtub with steaming warm water and grabbed her nightgown and Lamberts shaving utensils.
I wished I have my mobile phone with me, I could listen to some music then. Well I have to make it work without now.
Milli had been laying in the tube for an hour (trusting the way the candles had burned down) when her back itched again, but this time she felt something else as well. She felt eyes burning into the back of her head and shivers ran down their spine.
What is going on?
It felt a bit like the evening, when she was ambushed by the Katakan, and just like then, she slowly turned her body around, hoping she was only imagining the stare.
But she didn´t. Leaning against the wall behind her, a woman in her mid-thirties stared at her with so much hate, the young woman thought she would fall die any second now.
"Who are you?" Milli asked as calm as possible but fear was evident in her voice.
Instead of an answer, the woman pushed herself away from the wall and took on step after the other towards the tub, her eyes never leaving her opponent.
Remembering that it is a stupid idea to have her back turned towards an attacker (or possible attacker), Milli turned around to face him.
"What do you want." Still no answer.
"Listen I am here with a Witcher, he is down in the mainroom with another one. You don´t want to face those consequences."
"Oh I know about the two Witchers down there. I was watching you, since you entered Novigrad. You know, keep an eye on the thread. But when I returned to my hideout, do you know what I saw? The maimed body of my mate, killed by the very Witcher you keep company."
Wait what? But she is a human, or isn´t she?
"Ha. Foolish mortal. I am a higher vampire. I am able to take this form and wander through the masses without getting noticed. I know I don´t stand a chance against one of those mutants, two are entirely out of the question. So I will have to do with you. Taking his mate, because he took mine." Her voice had turned into a hiss and a growl at the same time.
"We are no mates. Well yes we slept with one another a few times, but we are not mating. You wouldn't hurt him with that."
"I will find out myself." She growled and latched forward. Within a second, Milli was lifted out of the water by her throat and she tried to fight.
She was scratching and kicking and punching but nothing worked and the hand around her throat hindered her from screaming for help.
"What will I do to you? I know. I will suck out all your blood and leave you for him to find you. I will leave you in the middle of he bed, so he won´t realize it in his drunken state." A hysterical laugh, that could only be describe as pure evil escaped her and tears began to gather in Millis eyes.
I don´t want to die! Lambert!
The bloodsucker slammed the young woman down on the bed and out of the corner of her eye, she saw her form shift into that of an Katakan. She wanted to scream when she felt sharp claws grip into her skin and fangs into her neck. But nothing escaped her lips. She felt blood drip flow down the skin if her neck and she was able to see the reddening sheets.
Milli could literally feel the blood leave her body and she became weaker and weaker with any second and her eyesight began to darken.
Help. Wolf. Lambert. Chort. Please, I don´t care. Please don´t let me die.
Her thoughts wasn´t even ended, when her body was to weak to even think.
Down in the tavern, the laughter the Witcher shared died. Their medallions weren't vibrating, they were almost jumping from one side to the other.
"Milli" Lambert mumbled, and both sprinted up to the room they were sharing, swords drawn and ready to kill.
Slamming the door open with Aard, they Lambert entered first, his eyes immediately fell onto the maimed body of an Katakan. It was ridden into shreds, some of its guts were hanging from the ceiling and wall next to the door.
His heart stopped when his gaze found what he was looking for in the first place.
Milli, the woman she had began to care for and he thought could be something like Yennefer was for Geralt, laid in blood-soaked bedsheets, her skin pale -no white- and eyes closed. Scarlet red blood was covering the naked skin of her neck and back, drawing a deadly contrast to her skin. His senses didn´t catch the sound of a beating heart or intakes of breath.
He fell to his knees where he stood, all strength had left his body, but he couldn´t move his gaze from the picture unfolding in front of him.
The only normal thing he had in his life. The only thing that made him feel normal and was the closest to the life of a normal human (who hadn´t ended up as a monster hunting mutant) he so desperately wanted his whole life, laid in front of him, covered in her own blood.
His heart shattered, and tears fall down his face. Only barely was he able to see Geralt check the room, the dead something and finally Milli.
Kitten. I am sorry.
AN: I have no idea how Katakans and vampires increase their numbers or if they life in relationships (and I only noticed later that I ´lend ´ the mate- revenge thingy from ´twilight´)
. So I assumed this. Don´t be mad with me, if I got this wrong.
I hope I didn´t go ooc with dandelion and Zoltan, I haven´t reached Novigrad in my newly started playthrough jet, so I write them out of memory.
Please don´t kill me :P
And wow. Three chapters in one week. No promises I can get this going…