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Chapter 11
'Pandora.' Was the only thought that came to Lucius' head as he finally came out of his dazed stupor. He ran up the crumbling stairs, and narrowly avoided the flying knives and forks as he ran. He finally made it to their room, he was surprised when he found the door was still in tact. He put his hand on the door knob, after saying the unlocking spell, and opened it, before striding in. The room was as how it had been that morning, except that the window was wide open and still in tact, and a single, solitary, pure black feather lay stark against the royal blue covers.
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Pandora groaned as she slowly regained consousness. She opened her eyes, blinking the blurrieness back. She felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. Reaching back to rub the aching pain, her fingertips came in contact with something rough. Rubbing her fingertips across it once more she came to the conclusion that it was a makeshift bandage of some sorts. She frowned well atleast she knew her captor was atleast a teensy bit humane. It was then she decided to take in her surroundings. She was in a room, maybe the size of her own. It was dark, and smelt as though it had never been used in hundresd of years. A dark gray layer of dust covered the furniture in the room, the few and empty paintings that hung on the walls. The dust covered the floor, footprints could be seen stark, as though their feet had been painted black and had walked on a white tile floor. There were three sets of foot prints. One belonging a man, whom she believed to be her captors. The second belonging to that of a small bird, and the third that of a dog. The fire in the fireplace was roaring, meaning her captor had not been gone from the room for very long. She frowned again as she looked down at the quilts that covered her. compared the the room and other things in the room, the couch, quilts and the pillow beneath her looked as though they had been bought farily recently. As is her captor was expecting her.
She cried out in surprise and jumped around to look at the door as it opened and slammed against the wall dramatically. A tall man storde into the room, a giant silver wolf by his side. He was tall, every bit of six foot seven. His gait was lithe and graceful. His hair was black as a ravens feathers, tied at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon, it reached his mid-back. His skin the color of snow, and his eyes such and icy blue they almost looked transparent. He wore big heavy black boots, over black form fitting trousers (pants) that were covered in rips and patches. He wore a grey button up shirt that looked just as worn as his trousers did. His face was as hard, and cold as ice. His cold blue eyes made her shiver and back away in fear as soon as his eyes landed on her small frame. The wolf that was by his side jumped in a fighting stance, growling and snarling at her as though she could hurt him. He said something in a foreign language that she didnt understand and the wolf immediately stopped snarling and growling. He strode over to her and stood over her cowering form. He grabbed her arm roughly and dragge her up from the couch she had been lying on. He began to drag and yank her towards an unnkown destination.
"P-please let go of me! You are h-hurting me! P-please!" Pandora begged as she felt like her arm was going to be ripped out of its socket. The man slowed, and turning back to face her he loosened his grip, but then soon resumed dragging her to the unknown destination. His grip around her arm still hurt, but not as much as it did before. They came to a room that she assumed was the dining room. A large rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, besides the chairs, that was the one in the room. It looked as though someone had just cleaned the room.
He yanked her over to the head of table and shoved her down in the seat. He spoke to the wolf in the same foreign language as before, before he strode through another doorway on the other side of the room. Pandora, looked down at her arm which was turning a faint purple and blue. She frowned and tried to hold the tears back as she rubbed her arm gently trying to get the feeling back in it. When she looked back up the dog was by her side looking out into the room as if it was guarding her. She looked to the door as the man strode back in carrying three trays. He sat one down in front of her, and one on either side of her. The wolf sat on her left, while he sat to her right.
"Eat." He ordered. His voice dark and alluring. She opened her mouth to speak, the wolf growled and he gave her a look that said 'if-you-talk-i-will-kill-you.'She looked down at her tray. Steaming hot steak, treacle pudding, potatoes, vegtible soup and a roll. It looked delioucus but would he go as far enough as to poison her? This strange man? After all, capturing her just to posion her? No, it did seem right.
"It is not posioned if that is what you are thinking." He said, causing her to blush. That was exactly what she was thinking.
"I-im sorry...i just d-dont understand why you took m-me from my h-home. Why did you t-take me?" She asked looking up at him with big, watery eyes. He gave her a ferrel grin showing her a mouth full of sharp, pearly whites.
"Why to be my dinner lovely." He grinned and she gasped out in surprise. He burst out laughing, it was a loud, but deep laugh. She blinked, not quite knowing whether to be surprised or scared.
"D-dinner?" She asked. Which only casued him to laugh harder. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I-I-I..." She didnt even not what to say. He grinned at her.
"No, lovely, you are to be my bait. I shall not bring nor let any harm come upon you. You are too valuble for my lord."
"B-bait? F-for what?"
"Why, to catch a snake thats why."
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