AN: Thanks to those who reviewed, your reward is in your inbox as of right now. It's that pic of Amon. See you do get rewarded for doing a good deed! Okay so there will be another reward if you review this chapter. prbably something to do with robin. I dunno yet. See this story all the way through with reviews and I'll give you WHR nakedness LOL. That's a promise!
This chapter is LONG and packed with information so bare with me.
So please forgive me,I have made the tuesday deadline. I went to an airshow sunday and got horrible heat stroke and sunburn so I'm not feeling well. As normal the Q&A will be down below.
Warning: major OOCness in one part- you have been warned.
Chapter 2
The Irish Drinking Song: You're drunk!
or
Alcohol
By Sparky16
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
- In my daughter's eyes - Martha McBride
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Karasuma, Doujima. Amon muttered. He was surprised to see his old co workers standing at his front door. Why are you here? he asked, his face resuming the mask that it normally took.
What! we aren't allowed to say hi? Doujima said and pouted.
Sakaki saw you. I knew this was the only place you'd to be. Miho explained.
Amon nodded, accepting their answers. After all, Miho had a hand in helping him and Robin out of the country by keeping their secret, that they were indeed alive, from the others. He stepped away from the door to let them in. Robin is out. He answered their unasked question.
Doujima was more caught up in the now half awake toddler. Oh my gosh, she's adorable, can I see her? Amon gave the child up, knowing the child was not going to sleep now anytime soon. Maybe if he asked her to sleep...
Wasn't happening. Doujima now had Kanna's full, open eyed attention.
Miho chuckled. She's gotten bigger and cuter.She's making progress. Amon commented as he worked his way through the kitchen making decaf for himself, Robin and his uninvited guests. The two women fussed over the little one in the living room. Coos and giggles filled the other room and a small smile secretly formed on his lips. That little laugh always seemed to fill his heart with a light he couldn't explain from the very day she was born. He didn't know what he would do without that feeling and Robin was the only other that had the same effect on him. God be damned if something were to happen to either of his girls.
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Robin walked down Hoshi Ave, just 5 blocks from where Amon's apartment was. Her long auburn hair swayed behind her, brushing against the waist line of her light blue coat. Her bangs were braided and tied back. It was more adult and less distinctive than what her original style had been, and her hair was now much longer than what it had been originally. She turned a corner and paused as a sudden flash caught her eye. She looked across the street from where the flash originated from. She was standing before the library. She frowned as the memory of her past came back to her. She had battled an earth craft user in front of this very library and she was almost defeated if she had not broken through the ogham barrier. It was one of those memories she didn't want to remember. Still, that flash couldn't be ignored. She looked around and crossed the street towards the building and stopped only momentarily to see if she could hear footsteps. There were none. She walked along the bushes lining the front of the building and carefully checked around each corner. To someone watching, she may have seen a tad paranoid, and maybe she was feeling it as well, but she wasn't about to be careless. So many things depended on that fact. She sighed once she finished rounding the library. There was nothing. She let loose a sharp sigh and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end. This place gave her the creeps and she wasn't about to stick around if trouble really was nearby.
As she crossed the street and continued on she closed her eyes and let her memories drift back to find a happy time. Her thoughts fell upon in interesting moment. It wasn't exactly happy but it was interesting and the chain of events that had followed led to a sort of triumph. Her freedom from being caged and a new sense of self that came with a new name. She remembered it all to well in fact. Her and Amon had been on a train heading towards New Jersey and it had been no more that two months since the Factory fell. Already she was starting to feel like a caged bird and getting restless because of it. She knew Solomon wanted her and her partner at the time. She was the most powerful witch alive as it stood so far and her ability to pass on her genes and make more baby witches probably scared Solomon enough to cause them to shit a brick. She was, after all, the Eve of Witches. But then again, she found out that she was quite possibly something more.
She remembered sneaking out of the room that night, taking great care not to wake her sleeping guardian. He was always sharp, even in sleep and the slightest of her movements always woke him up. She swore that he could even hear a squirrel pass gas in his sleep. Nothing got by this man... until that night she snuck out of the train cabin to give her legs a little stretch. She had walked to the train cafe to watch the landscape fly by her and was instantly met by a young woman dressed in a white gown sitting across the room. She had long black hair that almost fell to her waist and the softest brown eyes that were so filled with love. She had a smile that was so gentle and warming. She was looking right at her and gestured to Robin to join her. Robin smiled in spite of herself. She knew this woman was dead by the soft glow that seemed to surround her but Robin held a gift for seeing and speaking to dead witches and frankly talking to the dead was a lot better than talking to a wall like the one that currently slept in her cabin.
Hello child, I am surprised you came in, most people shrug us off as figments of their imagination. The woman's voice echoed softly. Her voice was so warm and gentle, she meant no harm.
Robin had joined her instantly and took the seat on the other side of the booth. No... Because you're much more than just that. She said in her quiet voice. You're a deceased witch. Robin placed her hands on the table in front of her and the woman gently placed one of hers over Robin's. Robin wasn't surprised when she didn't feel anything but a light chill.
Ah, I see the Eve of Witches has come to fully understand her role and blessings, though you are still not convinced that you can do it.
Robin blinked in slight disbelief, how had she... How did you... know who I am?
Her smile only became more gentle. The dead talk to you know. Her eyes looked straight into Robin's. They seemed so... familiar. The witches in the factory. The woman pointed out. Robin nodded, accepting the answer but at the same time she felt so ashamed. Robin's eyes trailed down to table top but the woman spoke on. They understood, you gave them the release they wanted. She tried to reassure.
Yes... I know. Dead or alive, though, nothing should've endured what they did and I still feel guilty. I put them there in the first place. Robin swallowed. It was the least I could do.
The woman's mouth formed into a slight smirk. A twist of fate by the devil himself.More like Satan. Robin countered, still inwardly cursing herself at the memory of what had happened and what they had found at that Hell formally known as the Factory.
Solomon is nothing like his namesake, exact opposite really. The woman said, determined to stir the conversation back in the right direction. Robin gave her a curious look. Solomon was a King of Israel, son of David and had great wisdom. His name means peace.There's a Catch 22. Robin muttered.
The woman waved her hand, not wanting to get into it. Such is life, you best learn that now dea.
Robin frowned. Yes, but after all that I'm still stuck asking myself why me?' and what now?' I have nothing to go back to and I dragged another soul into this that didn't deserve it... Robin paused for a moment. Did you just call me dea?Everything you need to know has already been written, it is just a matter of separating the truth from lies.Truth from lies... but what truth am I looking for? From the life I've lived it was nothing but a lie. It will be hard to find any truth.
The lady smiled once more. You have to be able to recognize what is the light of truth and what was said to bring the darkness on the chosen children.I'm just one person though. Robin said in slight despair. I can't find it alone.You are never alone, dea. Never. at this she patted Robin's hand.
The girl felt as though something cold like an ice cube was being tapped on her hand. Who else is there? and why do you call me that? she made a slight face.
What is a dea? the woman asked with a knowing smile.
Robin swallowed. A dea... a dea is another word for goddess. At this the woman nodded, but Robin continued to be doubtful. But I'm no dea, I'm Robin Sena, a witch. A genetically engineered witch with a false identity to a false cause.
The woman sighed and muttered as though she couldn't believe that this child wasn't catching on.
I'm nothing more than a monster created from greed and power.
It was at that moment that Amon had walked into the car. Anyone could've guessed that he finally noticed that she was gone but Robin did not notice his entrance. She was to engaged in her conversation with the other seat, at least that's what it looked like to Amon. He never could see the ghosts she had talked about.
Witch is a faux term. The woman spoke.
Robin raised an eyebrow.
The lady shook her head and smiled. Seek out Jonathan in Trenton, he will help your search for the truth.Wait, what do you mean? Robin asked once more. She wanted all the answers she could get.
He will help you understand dea. The ghost said in a gentle manner.
Amon was curious now, wondering who the hell she was talking to. Is she sleep walking?' he thought. He added this to the growing list of things he'd have to watch out for. Yes... no more sleeping at night he decided.
Robin saw the woman starting to fade. Wait, can you at least tell me your name?
The woman nodded, her gentle smile now showed some teeth.
Robin muttered her name and Amon's face grew dark while the voices inside his head were telling him to murder his older brother.
Is there any more you can tell me? Robin asked. Something I should know?
The woman leaned her cheek against her hand and looked off slightly to the side. She sighed. Tell that son of mine to get some rest, looks like hell.
At that Robin's eyes widened and she turned around just in time to see Amon approaching her and reach out to pluck her from her seat. He had just gotten her to her feet, his large hands still on her shoulders to guide her back to the cabin, when Robin figured he thought she was sleep walking.
Come on, back to bed, Robin. he said softly but his face showed nothing more than frustration. I'm going to kill Nii-san for telling her my mother's name.'
Chika says to get some sleep, you look like hell. Robin repeated her words in a sleepy fashion.
His grip tightened around her shoulders slightly and he frowned in disgust. Nice time for her to start caring. he said gruffly and continued to lead her back to the cabin.
She remembered when she finally hit New Jersey and they quickly found a little motel to stay in for the time being. The conversation with Amon's mother still fresh in her mind, Robin wondered if Amon would ever let her go out and find this Jonathan fellow.
Robin, you were sleep walking, it was nothing more than a dream. Amon had told her, like a father told his child, It wasn't real.
Oh but it was real and Robin knew she had an ice cube's change in hell of Amon helping her find this person. She would have to take matters into her own hands now and that was precisely what she had done.
Amon had always been protective of her, no matter what the situation and he had rules that she had to follow in order for them to stay safe. They were plain and simple enough to follow.
Rule #1. Don't go out on your own.
Rule #2. Don't socialize, dead people don't talk. (at least in Amon's mind)
Rule #3. Avoid any outside media
Rule #4. Don't tell anyone who you are
Rule #5. No talking on the telephone
Yes those rules were simple enough and sometimes they did drive her insane but she knew they were all in her best interest and protection... right?
Well sure, she supposed they were, but then again rules were made to be broken as well, right? And what Amon didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She was a big girl, she could look after herself for one or two outings by herself and best of all she knew how to make it work without her warden's knowing. Sure it would be simple. Amon liked to sleep during the day while she stayed cooped up in the living room, bored out of her wits. During the night he'd stay up and watch over her while she slept. (This was a habit after the train incident.) Yes, this would work perfectly. She would sneak out during the day for about an hour or two then return for a check in to make sure her absence wasn't noticed and then go out again. Rule #1 broken.
Robin remembered waiting for an hour or so to make sure Amon was asleep before she snuck into his room. She needed something from him. His cell phone.
Rule #5 gone right out the window!
It had taken great stealth and great precision as well as an extra 30 minutes just to get the cellphone from Amon's coat pocket which was slung over the back of a chair close to his bed side table. The slightest sound could have woken him up, after all he could hear a squirrel pass gas while he slept! He said so himself, she remembered, in a rare moment of humor to comfort her some night ago after they had been chased by hunters.
What are you doing?
Robin jumped five feet into the air and had looked to see Amon laying in his bed looking right at her though half lidded eyes. she stuttered in her quiet voice.
Why do you have my phone?I-I wanted to talk to Nagira. she half lied. She was going to talk to him, yes, but for different reasons than what Amon had thought. She supposed that Amon was thinking she was bored and as he rolled over she heard him mutter a fine' and she left the room quickly. She waited a bit before making the call, she didn't want Amon to overhear her and when she did call, Nagira had thankfully gotten the information for her right then and there. Apparently this Jonathan was no stranger in the witch world, however Nagira was only able to give her a relative location, nothing exact. The rest would have to be up to her.
Yes Rule #2 was now considered to be buried 6 feet under.
Robin had felt almost giddy at the chance to be able to act like something of a normal teenager, sneaking out from under her guardian's nose. How she had managed to make it to the neighborhood where this Jonathan resided without looking as paranoid as she felt was far beyond her comprehension, but once she stepped off the bus she felt herself relax. This neighborhood seemed peaceful and clean. Little houses lined the streets and the small trees along the sidewalks all had fences around them. This was definitely a family section of New Jersey.
She didn't have to ask very many people where this man lived, she was almost instantly pointed to a small little green house that was said to be his residence. She had knocked on the door and was met by an old man somewhere in his 50's. They regarded each other for a moment or two then he smiled at her.
Chika told me you would come young Eve. his said to her, You're hear to learn the truth, yes? Robin remembered the shock that over came her. Chika's spirit had spoken to this man too?
Robin forwarded back to her present reality as she made a quick turn into the corner store to pick up something for their lunches tomorrow. Shopping cart in hand, she strolled down the isles picking things up and looking at them then either depositing them in the basket or laying them back on the self. As she did so her mind was drawn back to the conversation she had had with Jonathan that day.
She remembered his living room well. It was small but very cozy. The pale yellow walls were littered with framed pictures, awards and metals, on closer inspection they had been MVPs from baseballs games of his youth. Display cases lined the walls as well, all of them filled with various books, baseball antiques, an old leather glove, a few signed balls, more photos - most of them were autographed, and a few more awards. The hardwood floors beneath her feet were surprisingly warm for such a cool day outside. A small wood fire place was off to the left side of the room against the middle of the wall and it had a small fire going. There was an old stuffed arm chair at the far corner of the room and an over stuffed leather couch and love seat framing the rest of the room. Robin was seated on the love seat, Jonathan seated over on the couch. Both had a coffee in their hands.
Witches, was a term used in Salem and even early england to punish those who supposedly bewitched others. Jonathan started. In fact, it was just people looking to hurt innocent souls mostly.That's horrible. Robin said, making a face.
Jonathan nodded. What people call you, The Eve of Witches is quite the play on words.What do you mean? Robin asked.
Jonathan said and took a sip of his coffee, Eve is a Magna Mater, A Great Mother, yet, the term witch counters that. Robin just nodded. If you look at what a magna mater is, a goddess, it makes more sense.But why call us witches if we're something along the lines of gods, why wasn't I called a dea in the first place? Robin asked.
Witch is a term to belittle those with power, why would you call someone a goddess when you want to belittle them, when you want to suppress them and use them?Good point. Robin said, slightly ashamed. She should've known the answer.
By this day and age, the term goddess and gods are not used. Lets face it, Catholicism is the biggest religion, a monotheism, and christianity's past with multi gods and goddess isn't exactly on friendly terms. Jonathan sighed. I mean, the christians tore down the temple of Artemis because it was the goddess Artemis, and not the sole god, which, on a side note, Artemis was also a Magna Mater too.
It was one man's desire to bring back the gods and goddesses, Toudou's, by creating a Magna Mater for other Deas and Deos already existing today. His hope was that by creating you, young dea, that you would lead the chosen children, other witches, out of the darkness and help them reclaim their true glory. Something that Solomon has been trying to repress and hide for centuries.So I really am the witches hope. Robin stated. Jonathan nodded. Amon is never going to believe this.You're guardian? Jonathan asked, Robin nodded in reply. Yes, rumor has it that he is not an easy man to sway, but I may have a way to fix that. He is a man that likes facts, correct? Robin nodded again. Jonathan reached over to a little side table that had a lamp, telephone and note pad with a cup holding a few pencils and pens in it. He grabbed a pen and scribbled something down on the pad then tore the page and handed it to Robin. She looked to see that it contained names, numbers and addresses. Contact these people, they will be able to give you more information than I, and be able to hand you solid facts to convince your Guardian.
Robin swallowed, more meeting people? More making herself known in public? This was going to piss Amon off, especially after this stunt. Then again, you are only in trouble if you get caught, right?' Robin's mind reasoned. She nodded to herself, she may be disobeying orders but it was far more better than being kept in the dark and locked up in a room day in and day out. Thank you very much. I'll look into them right away, but I better be going now before Amon gets worried. she told her host.
He grinned at her. Snuck out did yah? He laughed when Robin blushed. He waved it off. The dea needs to be free, not hidden away if she is to help witch kind. Your guardian needs to learn this and you need to show him. Not through fighting but through logistics and maturity. Do what you must to get the facts to him. He probably won't be happy about it but he will realize that it's the truth.
Robin nodded. Thank you very much for your help.
Jonathan just waved his hand and grinned at her. Don't mention it, and good luck. and with that Robin left to get back to the motel. Thankfully she hadn't been caught... that time.
Robin was going through the check out stands now, her mind still wondering back and forth between present day and her past.
Amon had caught her once, but only once. She had just walked through the door when he asked her where she had been and she made up a quick lie that she couldn't get reception in the room so she had to step outside. She was scolded for it but it hadn't mattered at the time. She was now halfway through her contacts that Jonathan had given her and some Nagira had added to her list. Slowly she was collecting facts, hard, cold evidence to prove who she was and that always took her one more step closer to her personal freedom. God how she was getting tired of being locked away day in and day out. Still though she kept it up, sneaking out, talking to other people (sometimes none of which had anything to do with her contacts, it was plainly for social affair), calling contacts and collecting facts. She was now at the point of convincing Amon where they should go for their next stops. Egypt, China, Scotland, even Italy once. Her excuse was she should at least have some pick and he played along right into her hot little hands. Slowly but soon she was going to gain the upper hand whether he liked it or not, in the mean time, she was willing to let him be the man in charge.'
Finally Robin had reached her last contact, one out in Ireland. She had been waiting for this day to come for sometime. Now she was going to present the facts to Amon, now she was going to tell him the truth, now she was going to make her stand, now she was going to show her true power. Now she was going to piss him off and more than likely turn him into an alcoholic!
She remembered the man at his laptop, typing away, not paying much attention to his young ward but that would soon change. She approached him and sat at the edge of the table. she asked to gain his attention. Amon did not look up from his screen however, he knew what was coming, another tantrum about being cooped up and that the Eve needed to be out and about. She had told him so many times before that she needed to be with her children', her fellow witches, the chosen children. Amon always responded to her with the same lecture about trying to stay alive and how it was all in her best interests. By the end she always felt smaller somehow and always hurt by his accusations against her on how she was being so childish, chasing false fantasies and such. Well now all that was going to change and she was going to take her final stand against it. It was time to open Amon's eyes to the truth and it was time to regain her freedom.
she asked again, and again his eyes did not stray for the computer screen, but he did respond with a tired what?' She scowled and slammed the laptop shut on him. She wanted his full attention and damn it she was going to get it! Well now she got it and now there was no turning back. From there on, Robin launched into everything Jonathan had said to her some weeks ago and continued right on into points and facts that she had heard.
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Jesus, Robin Amon said in annoyance. This again! And what's more you broke the rules about using my phone just so you could indulge in your little childish fantasies. Are you crazy woman?
Oh yeah, he was pissed.
Robin however was standing her ground, all of her arguments fueled by rage and pride. They aren't childish fantasies Amon, it's the truth!
Amon chuckled bitterly. he shook his head, a grin of utter disbelief on his lips. Robin do you even know what the truth is? I'll tell you what the truth is. The truth is we are running for our lives trying to stay alive. We are being hunted Robin! Try and get that through that thick little head of yours. You better bloody well smarten up and come back down to earth before you get the both of us killed!
Robin stood strong. No Amon, that's our crisis and we are not the only ones in this world suffering from it! Witches all around the world are being driven into the darkness and it is up to me to stop Solomon's suppression of them. They need their dea to lead them Amon, they need me. her voice full of urgent sincerity and hope. Why can't you accept that Amon?
At this he laughed. Was he mocking her? He looked back at her now. Honestly Robin, you can preach this bullshit all you want but where are the facts, the evidence to back out your mindless banter. It's a delusion little girl and nothing more.
Robin gruffed and stormed out of the room. Amon finally thinking he had won just set himself back down into his seat at the table when he heard something slam on in front of him and looked to see a rather thick file laying there and a rather furious Robin standing with her hand on it.
she said and started to walk away.
Amon looked at the file then back at Robin's angry form as she walked back to her room. What is this? he asked in slight shock.
Robin then turned around to face him, her expression cold. It's your she seethed. You know, those cold hard facts for my mindless banter that you wanted?
Amon's eyes widened. How did you get these? he stammered.
Robin had a triumphant smirk on her face. She merely chuckled. I went out and collected them myself while you were asleep.
If Amon was pissed before, well, he was livid now and Robin knew it. His chair went crashing to the ground as he stood up in a fury and marched over to her and grabbed her by her shoulders. You deliberately disobeyed my orders to stay inside and not to talk with other people! What on earth were you thinking you stupid little girl! Are you trying to get us both killed! He shook her for emphasis.
Robin's face remained firm, her voice was hard as steel; she stared him in the eyes. Get your hands off me Amon. I'm not your little girl' and you are certainly not my father. she hissed.
Amon was shocked, shocked and furious. Was this really Robin talking back at him?
Robin sighed and she walked out of the store and continued on her way. She remembered how mad she had made Amon and how he stormed out of the apartment after a few more fuming words, insults mostly. She remembered being furious beyond reasoning and remembered thinking I'll show that son of a bitch' and stormed out and went straight to a local tavern. If Amon could drink his stress away then she would try it too. The bar tender didn't even bother to ID her, he just handed her drink after drink. It wasn't long before she had downed somewhere between 2 to 3 pitchers of beer and was nicely tipsy. The bar tender had commented that she had a good tolerance and she just grinned. It was then that she heard the front door slam open and her attention was drawn to a familiar figure covered in snow. She smirked as she saw his angry glare and he walked in going right up to her. She turned around as he rested both hands on the counter behind her, an arm on either side of her. Her smirk was plastered to her face. She could feel his anger.
What are you doing here? he said calmly but she could tell it was taking every inch of his being to talk to her like that without making much of a scene. Robin just answered him with her smirk. Apparently that had been the wrong answer and she felt his iron grip on her arm pull her up and walk her out of the bar quiet and casually. It continued like this until the got into their apartment and Robin suddenly felt herself thrown up against the wall and his body pinning hers there. It was now she could smell the heavy alcohol on his breath.
Her smirk widened. You going to bawl me out for going out and getting drunk when it's obvious you've done the same, Amon? she stated more than questioned. She received a glare that could make hell melt but she was feeling brave and she was feeling drunk. She was going to push it further. Pot going to call the kettle black? she chuckled.
You ignorant wench. he hissed. Robin inwardly flinched at the name he called her. She knew he was mad.
Before he could continue however, Robin regained her drunken confidence but her anger was clearly evident. You can't ground me Amon, you are not my father and I'm a little old for that don't you think? God knows you can't do anything to me at all. You're nothing more than a watchdog that's all bark and no bite. You can't even touch me. In fact I know you can't cause you fear me and she let out an almost evil laugh. She suddenly felt her being thrashed up against the wall and being shaken again with every word the angry man spoke.
You listen to me and you listen to me good little girl he empathized the last two words. Robin only smirked and let out a small chuckle. You are all that matters to me and if you want to throw away your life then that's fine with me, I'll leave right now and let Solomon come down on you like a pack of wolves. What I do; I do for you. I didn't have to agree to be your pet as you seem to put it, hell, I could kill you now if I wanted. I suggest if you want to live you start following orders you ungrateful brat.
Robin was frowning now and she was looking into Amon's chest, not wanting to make eye contact. That's not it. she said in her soft voice.
Then tell me what you think it is. he hissed.
A slight smile resembling a smirk was back on her lips and she brushed her finger tips across his chest. She felt the sharp intake of his breath and he backed up from her touch, stumbling slightly from drinking. She laughed at that moment and reduced it to a chuckle quickly. The expression of shock on his face was absolutely priceless to her. Her grin was almost seemed menacing as she stood there in place and put her hands innocently behind her back and cocked her head slightly. Then as she spoke sweetly to him she started slowly towards him. Are you sacred of me Amon? her actions causing him to back up. Is the little puppy frightened? Does this little girl really scare you, Amon? she taunted but her voice was dripping in sweet innocence as she kept approaching step by step with each question and he kept backing away at the same pace. He felt his back hit against the wall and he mentally cursed, his heart was thumping a mile a minute and he was sweating. This girl-no-woman was scaring him, not intimidating him, scaring him. Had she finally lost it? or was it the drink making her act like this? Where was his gun? She finally stopped in front of him, her body ever so lightly brushing his. Her smirk turned into something between an evil smile and one that was innocent. Is the widdle doggy afraid of his mistress? she whispered.
Oh now she was pushing it. Now she was getting brave, mocking him as if she was and referring to him as some sort of slave. She reached up and started tracing strange patterns on his chest again and he tried backing away. She caught this and lowered her hand back behind her back and grinned up at him. I knew it. she practically purred. You're afraid to touch me and of my touch. I bet it pains you every time you lay a finger on me. What's the matter Amon, are you afraid of something else? Maybe you're own control? Your manly urges?
Oh that did it. He was scowling at her now and stepped forward, bumping her back, in a split second she found herself against the wall again and his face was lowered slightly to her level.
Watch your words, Robin. his voice dripped venom. He was on his last nerve now, Robin knew, she continued to smile though. You better watch your mouth or you'll regret it and the day you met me.
She chuckled, obviously not stunned by the threat. Yes the alcohol was really settling in now. Regret? Regret what? My life has been full of nothing but that word except when I met you. Now you're telling me I'll regret that as well? She laughed playfully and slapped his arm. Oh you're funny!
Amon however was not amused. Robin you're drunk. I'm drunk. I'm going to let you go and you and I are going to go to bed and when you wake up we are going to have a very long and hard chat about all of this and your actions over the past few months. Now... this conversation is done.Oh we're not done here yet. her voice cut in with a tone of seriousness. Not by a long shot. I'm tired of you being such a prick to me. I'm a person to, not a bird you can keep caged, and now I figured out why you do it. Why you hide me away, why you don't show any humanity towards me. You're scared of me and scared to touch me. You're afraid of myself and your self. Afraid you will lose control and do something you will regret. He stepped back and she knew why, she was taking control again and with aggression and it frightened him. He knew it and she knew it. She was probably hitting him dead on. It had probably been like this for months now and he was getting angry at her because he couldn't control his own urges on some days. Well he was human, he was a guy, this was just as hard on him as it was on her but at least he could go out and try and rid himself of his frustrations but even that proved to impossible some days. He had morals too and he wasn't about to cross any lines he didn't need or want to and the internet could only do so much for him as well. He backed away but she suddenly clasped both her hands around his face and pulled him forward, their foreheads barely brushing one another. Her smirk was something of pure mischief and evil now. Tell me Amon, are you scared now? is that why you're sweating? are you going to start shaking? Why not prove the little puppy dog has a little bite? and on that last word she smiled evilly and pretended to nip the tip of his nose.
That's it, he knew she had to much, and damn him for drinking and crossing a line he knew he was never meant to cross. Robin had remembered it as almost a blur when he started to kiss her, and it was rough and hot. She grinned to herself slightly and sighed as well in slight sadness. It had not stopped there and she had continued to egg him on. She remembered the shocking feeling of regret and sudden wanting to stop when she felt his hands start to make quick work of her clothing, but then there was that stubbornness and anger, the urge and sudden want that she was feeling that pushed her on.
Inexperienced since it was her first time she had played copy cat for a short period, getting his own clothing off, but she had shocked herself when they hit the bed and animal instinct took over. Pure animal instinct. After all, humans were animals too right? Well damn being human. The rest of it was really a blur to her since she had been so drunk and that night had seemed so sad yet stressful. There was no love that night. No, their act was the cause of their anger at one another and was only forced on more by the alcohol. All she remembered after being pinned to the bed was that everything had been rough and somewhat violent between that night, both equally in their own rights. A frown crossed Robin's lips. She knew she had been pissed both ways that night but even she was not aware that she had that in her, and that had shocked Amon more than a few times during their session.'
It was a fight for dominance. Who had won though? Had it really just been about the control and freedom? Or was it nothing more than statutory rape? Either way, both had gone to far that night.
Robin frowned at the memory of how she had woken up. She was laying face down on the bed with the weight of Amon's naked body practically on top of her. Her whole body was sore and she was exhausted. She could hardly recall anything of what had happened at the time. She had moved her arms slightly and let out a whimper of pain. How rough had they been during the night? She could see some bruises that were beginning to form on her upper arms from where Amon had used his hands to shake her earlier, drag her home from the tavern, and probably pin her on the bed. She was suddenly reminded of the churning in her stomach as the room began to spin, and the sun shining in through the window was not helping her hangover from hell.
She felt ashamed. Ashamed of herself and her actions. She had sinned horribly and she felt that no sort of redemption would over look this. Her body throbbed with pain as her senses slowly started coming back to her. She felt she stomach do a flip again and her head pound. Yes, she was sore, sick and ashamed and all of it began weighing down on her at that exact moment. She had forced her protector on her against his will how could she! He had been right about one thing though, she was starting to feel regret. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes and their hotness streak down her cheeks. Her small body reacted appropriately by started to shake with her small quiet sobs. This was enough to awake the man on top of her.
Robin stopped walking and shook her head. She knew both were hit with guilt and shame by what they had done and both were blaming themselves heavily. She had indeed gotten sick that morning but that morning everything about Amon changed. She knew why. Guilt. He knew he could never make up for his drunken actions last night, though she knew she had brought it on herself. Still, it was no excuse for his loss of control.
He had been right next to her as she prayed to the gods of the porcelain bowl, any contents that where in her stomach resurfacing into the toilet, holding her as her body shook and shivered from the effort of being sick and throwing up. He had been a practical doll to her, not leaving her even as she slept the sickness of the hangover off and for once he was being comforting to her, petting her head occasionally when she groaned at the evil headache.
She had, in turn, tried to tell him how sorry she was, that it had been her fault since she was the instigator and had deliberately disobeyed his rules. She knew he regretted his actions as much as she had regretted hers. He had been kicking himself to the point of leaving her almost a week later but she had stopped him and they knew they would have to talk about it. It had probably been the most uncomfortable moment the two had ever had in their lives. Screw the night of rough sex, this had topped it, but at least it was a start that would slowly mend things between them. Very slowly.
They would talk a little to each other, they would discuss things clearly and try to understand the other's views. It was a good start. Best of all, Robin had gained a small victory. She had gotten Amon to stop being such a bastard to her and gained a little more freedom. She could finally go outside. He agreed verbally that he would open up a little but it was going to take time. This was something they were not used too. Friday nights were spent at the dinner table or the couch at where ever they were staying and they would talk about themselves and ask questions. Some personal, some not.
At least it slowly eased things for me and him. Robin sighed to herself.
Though thanks to that night she swore off drinking for the rest of her life. She knew the most painful memory for Amon about that night was waking up. She found herself turning down another street, she wasn't aware that she had begun walking again, she was now two blocks from home. Two blocks from Amon and Kanna.
Robin growled at herself, she was trying to look for a happy memory, why had that night of all nights been brought up? Cause it gained her her freedom? Cause she found out she was a dea? No... that wasn't it. It was the other result of that one night. Kanna. She was her pride, joy and happiness. Kanna's arrival had changed everything for her and Amon. Her thoughts drifted again to the day she found out that she was carrying Kanna. She had just turned seventeen that day and they were in Australia. It had been over three months since that night Ireland. She had been violently ill for well over a week now since they had arrived four days prior to her getting sick. Amon was worried that she had caught horrible heat stroke and was doing everything in his power, and that was humanly possible, to keep fluids in her. Her body however rejected every drop of it. She knew Amon was becoming worried and so was she. One night, as a last and final desperate attempt to keep her away and out of a hospital Amon had called the nurses hotline and he was questioned.
The nurse must've asked a question that had struck a nerve because instantly he hung up on her and ran out the door, not saying a word to the sickly girl laying in bed. He had come back in record time with a bag. She heard rattling in the bag. She guessed he had gotten some pills for her to take. Well she had been right about that. He had gotten her to take them along with some water. She felt her stomach protesting to what it had been offered but had not thrown it back up yet. Her weak body finally gave way to sleep when she felt her stomach settle some. Amon had not left her side through the night. He woke her up very little during the night, only to encourage her to drink some fluids. Her stomach did not protest now. It was calm and she could finally sleep easy. Praise the miracle pill Amon had gotten. Little had she known at the time what the pills were for. She had remembered the next morning being so tired and weak that she needed Amon's assistance to use the washroom. It was nothing new, he had helped her the past three or four days. Robin had practically fallen asleep against him at the point but she could hear and feel him fiddling with something in a box. He never said anything and she hadn't noticed anything in her slightly slumbering state on the can. She woke up to find herself back in bed just as Amon was pulling the blanket back over her. A pill and a bottle of water later and she was conked. The next time she had awoken she could see Amon leaning against the door to her room with a downcast look on his face.
she breathed and he approached her slowly. He sat on the edge of her bed and continued to look at her forlornly as if she was going to die. He sighed.
Feeling any better? he asked.
She nodded slightly. It was great not to be throwing up but it sucked to be feeling so weak. her hoarse voice said. He complied immediately and soon had her sitting up and drinking water. She wondered about the look on his face and she wanted to ask but couldn't. Something in his eyes scared her and it made her afraid to ask. She thought about the call to the nurse hotline he had made, the run to the drug store, the medication he had gotten that had actually worked after trying so many others, and then his fiddling with some thing in the ba-... Her breath was caught for a moment and that was enough to make her choke on her water. She could feel one arm bracing her and the hand of the other rubbing her back as she coughed violently. Damn being weak. When she finally did catch her breath she looked down at the water bottle in her lap, her eyes watering from the lack of oxygen.
She started, she received the slight touch of his leather gloved hand brushing some of her loose auburn strands back behind her ear. She looked up at him and said something that shocked him only momentarily. I'm pregnant aren't I. she stated the question.
If it were any more possible he seemed to look even more forlorn and finally answered her with a nod and a whisper I'm sorry.
Back to reality, as Robin turned up the last block her thoughts shifted forward some what.
Amon was now in a constant mope blaming himself for what had happened to her and the state she was now in. That medication he had gotten for Robin was strictly for morning sickness and it had been her god sent. Hers was horrible. It kept her bed bound more times than she could count and it was even worse when she forget to take the pill.
A smile crossed Robin's lips.
Amon was still mopey at that point when she was just about to pull into her forth month, but he had become extra protective of her and always wary of what she was doing, eating, ect. She had to admit that it felt kind of nice to have someone worry over her, especially her partner. Her smile grew even more. The rocky ground that had been stepped on back in Ireland had smoothed over to the point where the two had come to a mutual understanding and became closer. Just after Australia he had shown her true love and what their night might've been like if they had not been so full of anger... not to mention sober. She had to admit it was one of the best nights of her life. But now came a bigger decision. A baby was coming and they had to decided if they would keep it or not.
Robin knew this talk was going to come and she had been preparing herself since the day she had found out about her pregnancy. An abortion. It was against everything she stood for. Her morals, her religious beliefs, her love, everything! But it was the only way. They would not bring a child into this world that could not know a good life, and adoption would be a dangerous option for the baby witch. Physically Robin was ready but mentally was a whole other story. Amon knew this as well but all he could do was offer her a shoulder for her to cry on when it would all be over. They had made the appointment set for that night after they had decided and as they headed towards the clinic Robin felt as though she were walking down death row to pay for her sins. She slid her right hand over her abdomen and pressed against it slightly. There was already a small bulge forming. Forgive me little one... she whispered below her breath so that Amon wouldn't hear but he had and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
It's for the best. was all he could say.
Well god be damned had they not gone to that particular clinic that night. God be damned had they not been walking down that very street towards said clinic, and god be damned once more had they not left half an hour earlier than need be because that had been the turning point in their decision and lives. Several Solomon hunters were waiting for them at the end of the block and four of them were craft users.
Both ex hunters frowned at the sight before them. Those hunters were grinning in a sadistic manner and looked so confident not knowing the horrible force of the deadly duo they were about to take on. Robin removed her glasses from her pocket and Amon removed his gun from within his coat. He knew he probably wouldn't need it due to Robin's strong craft but it was his precaution and he felt safer holding it.
A sudden blast of wind, water, electricity and ice flew towards them. Robin's eyes narrowed and she called forth her craft to defend herself and her partner, except only a flicker formed in front of her and she was suddenly thrown back as the crafts of the agents hit her full force. Robin landed on the ground roughly and her face scrunched in pain.
Amon called in utter shock and ran to his partner's side. He was almost there when he was suddenly blasted with ice and frozen to his spot from the waist down.
Robin shook her head and looked to see Amon frozen to the road. She had called his name just before wisps of water and wind, daggers of ice and bolts of lightning bombarded the pair. Robin coughed in pain and looked up at Amon who was defenseless. His hands and gun had been frozen in the the ice at his sides and he was hurt with burn marks from the lightning and cuts from the ice daggers.
She was panicking now. She was completely defenseless and so was Amon. Her flame wasn't working! She made at least several attempts to free Amon only to get attacked and hurt more badly. She was out of steam, her pregnancy, the stress, and her lack of craft was just draining her. She closed her eyes as she laid quietly on the ground. Amon was drifting in and out of consciousness as well. She was going to die here, she was sure of it. Both she and Amon were going to die here with their baby.
Forgive me little one. It looks like we are all going to see the father tonight. she muttered and closed her eyes. It was then she felt something resembling a warm embrace of a loved one engulf her entire body. She heard a sudden shatter of ice and she shot her eyes open to see the burg of ice that had held Amon captive shatter into thousands of harmless pieces, and then Amon's body being held slightly above the ground, a soft white glow surrounding him. The look on his face was complete and utter amazement. His gaze shifted to Robin's form and Robin looked at her self, she too was glowing. A giggle echoed through the air and the sudden yelps of the other agents caught the ex hunters attentions. They looked up just in time to see the agents being thrown back twenty some odd feet by some unknown force and hit the ground hard. The agents quickly got to their feet, the non craft users took out their guns and started to fire at the pair, the craft users retailed and threw all they had at the pair as well.
The two braced themselves only to see the attacks stop suddenly against a force field and thrown right back at the agents in a devastating explosion, destroying the agents instantly.
The glow around Robin and Amon vanished and their wounds were gone, their strength restored. They looked at each other in shock and fear. Amon then reached out and grabbed Robin, yanking her to her feet and forcing her to run to where they were staying. They left for shanghai within the hour.
What had happened? That had not been Amon's doing, he was still a seed. It was during the plane ride they realized it had been the baby that had defended and protected the two. It was their only answer. When they arrived at the hotel room the next day they figured it was pointless to be rid of the baby now. If the baby could sense danger outside the womb and it's defensive powers activated, then there would be no way a doctor would get anywhere near Robin to perform an abortion. And if they put the child up for adoption then Solomon would surely hunt it down and either kill it or use it as a weapon. They could not allow that to happen.
Reality. Robin walked up to the building and typed the access code to enter the apartment building's front doors.
The rest of those nine months had been hectic to say the least. If Amon was not worried about if the place they stayed at was safe enough then he was worrying over her. It seemed he was always asking her if she was tired, if she was hungry, if she was sick. She had him at her beck and call 24-7 and a little voice inside her admitted that she loved it. However Amon's worry over her had changed into her worrying for him. He always seemed so persistent to take care of her although she was perfectly capable right up to the last half of her eighth month when it became a strain on her small body to stand, walk or sit. That's when he declared her bed ridden till the birth. Never had she eaten so much meat, dairy and vitamins in her life and if she didn't touch it he would get on her back about it until she did. It was frustrating to say the least. By her eighth month they were forced to stay in Paris where she stayed locked up in the hotel room they had gotten. This one had been first class and it was the most comfortable one she had been in for a while. She knew why Amon had gone high class this time. Cleanliness, top service and top security. He intended on her giving birth here and she had. The night he had delivered their daughter with his own hands seemed to change something within him. Something that was connected to his outlook on life in general.
He had stopped moping, almost, and became a completely different person... to a degree anyway. Someone that was a little more tolerable to be around, a little more pleasant over all. She recalled how his grin never seemed to fade away after that. He became even more protective (if that were even possible) of both her and Kanna. He suddenly seemed to be productive as well, always doing research on his computer, placing calls to certain people. When ever she had asked what he was doing, he would give her a slight grin and reply or you'll see and that would end it. She soon found out what stuff' he had been doing. He was researching for a permanent home so Kanna could grow up and not have to worry about Solomon. That is when he found out about Canada and their dislike towards Solomon and through a most unlikely source. Father Juliano. Well Amon applied for visas that very second. They had always avoided Canada because they were under the impression that was was always cold and frozen not to mention a Solomon strong hold, it was a big country after all. Boy had they been wrong when they arrived 2 months later during the summer months. It was scorching and best of all, no Solomon. Following their arrival in Canada they had purchased an old farm in Alberta that was sadly on the verge of falling apart. It was all they could afford at the time but with a little hard work and a lot of elbow grease they had fixed it up and used their business sense to turn it into a dude ranch. In just over a year and a half it turned into a successful franchise and was quite popular with the old western set and families looking for a cheap vacation. They now had several ranches over Canada and they were making a nice living on it. Amon had done it for Kanna and Robin. Kanna's arrival had changed everything for them.
Amon was now constantly busy being a father, trainer to Kanna, and a farmer. To top off their new life, somewhere between taking care of their guests, being parents, farming, cattle drives and events, the two had found time to exchange vows. Yes, now life was perfect and they were determined to keep it that way.
She walked up to the front door of their apartment and twisted the knob to find it was unlocked. That shouldn't be right. Amon was told to lock the door and let her in when she came home. Had something happened? carefully she walked into the house.
A squeal of her daughter caught Robin's attention and instantly her heart leapt into her throat. Something had to be wrong! Without a seconds hesitation she ran into the apartment, ready to attack.
TBC...
Oh yes, that is going to look good! Will Robin cause trouble? will someone get hurt? is there really trouble at all? Find out next chapter on tuesday! Untill then!
Q&A:
Q: OMG ROBIN WAS R-R-Rrrrrr passes out
A: OH SUCK IT UP PRINCESS! pokes with stick Actually this was the section I was uneasy about. I wouldn't know what to call it since Robin was the instigator and continued on without saying no, and those two basically in more of less words told each other that they loved the other before hand (though they didn't say the actual words.) I think my friend said it best when she wrote You can't rape the willing.
Q: Kanna used her powers here but you wrote-
A: I KNOW what I wrote and if you were paying ANY attention you will notice all those times seem to have some sort of past tense, meaning they knew Kanna had awoken before she was born. That was the event! The part where she made a bond with Amon just confirmed it. that's all. I was actually very mean about it! the hints were extermly subtle. If anything think of it as a defence since Robin's power didn't work.
Q: Why did you show robin like that when she was drunk? she's such a quiet thing.
A: So is my mother but combine that with PMS?... it made my mom enlist in the Canadian armed forces! Be thankful I never made Robin join the army! PMS is differnt for everyone and combine that with alcohol can really change a person! Come out with me and my friends and we'll show yeah!
Q: I never got the reward you talked about, where's mine?
A: If you reviewed the last 2 chapters then it's in your inbox of your email that has provided me with. if not, email me your email. has this thing about web addresses.
Well see you next tuesday and please REVIEW! You get a prize if you do!
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