Here's what I basically have for the next chapter you guys.
Declaimer: yeah i own stuff just not the House of Night series, if I did it would be waaaay different trust me on that; but i still love the Casts like everyone else. Well most everyone...
"Don't be angry." Neferet was instantly contrite. "It is just that I cannot bear to share you."
"Then do not displease me!" he shouted, but already the anger was fading from his voice.
"Come with me from this room and I promise I will not displease you" Neferet said teasingly. I could hear the disgusting moist sounds of them kissing. Neferet's breathless moans were enough to make me gag.
After way too many totally R-rated nasty sound effects(that totally made me almost want to gag), Kalona finally said, "Go to our chamber. Ready yourself for me. I will follow you there shortly."
I could almost hear Neferet's No! Come with me now! Shriek through the room, but she surprised me by saying, "Come to me soon , my dark angel," and that sweet, sultry voice. Then there was the swish of her clothes and the opening and closing of a door.
She's actually manipulating him. That thought pushed my idea forward but I stayed on topic. I wondered if Kalona knew what was happening. Surely an immortal being would be wise to a vampire High Priestess's mind games. Then I remembered the spectral image of Neferet I'd glimpsed at the depot. How had she done that? Maybe turning to the Dark Side has given her different powers; maybe she's not just a fallen vampyre High Priestess. Who knows what being Queen of the Tsi Sgili really means?. This new thought scared me and not just because I didn't know what she could do but because I knew Neferet was in a position that Kalona wanted me in.
A rustling around my bed interrupted my awful inner musings. I lay very still. I wanted to hold my breath, but knew that I had to keep taking deep, even breaths. I swear I could feel Kalona's eyes on me and was unbelievably glad that the sheet had been pulled modestly up over my breasts and tucked around my body.
I felt the familiar chill coming from his body. Kalona must be close to me. He was probably standing right there, right beside my bed. I heard the ominous rustle of feathers and could imagine him spreading those beautiful black wings. He could be getting ready to pull me into his arms again and wrap them around me, like he had in my dream.
And that was it. No matter what my instincts were screaming at me, I couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer. Sure that I was going to be looking up at his indescribably perfect face, I opened my eyes to find myself staring up at me the mutated features of Rephaim. The Raven Mocker was bent over me, his terrible bird face just inches from mine. His beak was open and his tongue was flicking in my direction.
My reaction was immediate and automatic. Several things happened. I grabbed the sheet to me and scrambled backwards causing myself to hit myself against the headboard of the bed. As I did that the disgusting Raven Mocker hissed and spread his wings, looking like he was going to pounce on me, and then the door opened. Darius rushed din the room, took one look at the Raven Mocker hovering over me, and with a move that was as graceful as it was lethal, and reached inside his leather jacket to the knife he holstered there, pulled free, and threw. The blade stroke Rephaim high in his chest. The creature shrieked and staggered back, clutching at the pearl-inlaid hilt of the knife.
"You dare attack my son!" It took Kalona only two strides to reach Darius. With the strength of a god, grabbed the warrior by the throat and lifted him off his feet. Kalona was so tall, his arms so long and muscular, that he was able to slam Darius against the ceiling of the room. He held Darius there as the warrior's legs kicked spasmodically and his fists beat ineffectually against Kalona's massive arms.
"Stop it! Don't hurt him!" Pulling the sheet with me off the bed I staggered over to the two of them, not realizing until I'd gotten up how weak I was. Kalona's black wings were unfurled, and I had to duck under one of them to get to Darius. I didn't know what I thought I was going to do when I leaped off the bed. Even if I had been myself and not hurt and drained I would have been no match for this immortal being—right now, though I was trying to get his attention, I could tell that I was less troubling to him than an annoying mosquito would have been.
I looked at Kalona's face noticing the blazing amber eyes and how his teeth were bared in a feral smile, and those things made realize that Kalona was enjoying this. Slowly chocking the life out of Darius.
At that precise moment Kalona's true self was revealed to me. He wasn't misunderstood. He wasn't a lost hero waiting for love to bring out his good side. Kalona just didn't have a good side, it didn't matter if he was always like this it was what he was now. Evil. The spell that he had cast over me suddenly broke like glass. I just hoped that there was no chance that it could get fixed.
I couldn't not feel a little sorry for him though.
All the while I was doing this my idea wouldn't stop coming into my thoughts. It was truly crazy but I didn't really have a lot of options know and I didn't know if I had enough energy to channel the elements.
I quickly stepped in front of Kalona, and slid my hands up his shoulders saying words that almost made me gag, I ignored the fact that the sheet fell from me when I slid my hands up. "Kalona, dear, please put him down, if you get to keep your toys I want to keep mine."
That made him drop Darius like a sack of potatoes, I flinched slightly but I knew Darius was alright cause I heard him groan slightly he may have a headache though I thought silently. I kept a straight face as he stared into my eyes.
"I'd rather have my toys whole like you would instead of in pieces. I'd really rather not use the elements to stop you so could you leave him alone, my dear." I said in the most persuasive voice I could.
Kalona looked at me suspiciously for a moment but his expression soon changed to one of pleasure. "Fine, Ay-a, my love—"
The rest of his words were cut off by Stark bursting in the room. I smiled for a second as happiness rushed over me at the sight of him. He looked exactly like he did when I first meet him, all the red was gone from his eyes and he looked more filled out. No more hollowed checks and skeletal figure.
Kalona quickly turned to him, and he had an arrow notched. I quickly ducked down and grabbed the sheet when I saw Stark staring at him. I blushed but hurriedly said, "Stark don't shoot!"
"If your meaning to shoot something it would probably be best to know what you're shooting at" Kalona said to Stark, eyeing the arrow. "If it was your idea to shoot the thing that was the cause of the priestess's screams then your arrow would be pointed at my son something I would not condone." Suddenly his eyes narrowed, " I see no reason why that would be your idea seeing as to the company in this room."
I could see his point, there was only Kalona, Darius, Rephiam, and me and there wasn't a single person in this room that Stark would dare shoot except for maybe Darius but I don't think he would.
"If there is anyone I want killed it's the warrior." He continued.
"What!" echoed through the room I realized it came from me. "I meant, love, you promised." I had to force the words out but they had the desired effect.
"Did I…" Kalona said with wonder.
I used his silence to my advantage, "Darius was just trying to protect me. It was a Raven Mocker who did this." I said pointing to the long jagged red line across my chest. "When Darius heard me scream and he saw Rephaim bending over me, it was only logical for him to assume I was being attacked again." Kalona held up a hand to Stark, halting the shot. With the fallen angel's attention fully on me, I continued, "Darius has sworn to protect me. He was just doing his job. Please don't kill him for that."
I held my breath during a long pause. Kalona stared at me, and I stared right back at him. The weird, hypnotic effect allure I'd felt for him hadn't returned. Not that he wasn't totally the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. He definitely was. Then I felt a little start of surprise as I realized exactly what I was seeing as gawked at him.
Kalona had gotten younger.
When he'd risen from his imprisonment in the earth, he'd been utterly and completely handsome, but he'd also been a man. Well, one that was abnormally big and had huge black wings, but still, a man. He'd had and ageless look about him, appearing anywhere from thirty to fifty. But that had changed. If I had to guess his age, I'd say he was about eighteen. Definitely no older than twenty-one.
He's the perfect age for me….
Finally Kalona stopped staring at me and slowly turned to Rephaim, who was crouched in the corner of the room, his terrible human hands pressed around the knife that still protruded from his bird chest.
"Is this true, my son? Did one of my children cause the priestess's wound?"
"I have no way of knowing, Father. Not all the sentries have returned," Rephaim spoke between short, panting breaths.
"It is true," Darius said.
"Of course that is what you'd say, Warrior," Kalona said.
Okay I'm gonna break it off here cause… well just cause. Don't expect any new chapters it seems that I'm a moron and didn't think this through. I'm moving and I my dad is really possessive of his laptop but I promise to work on my story and to not disappoint you guys to much. By the way I really don't get why you guys like this story, if I wasn't afraid my friends were gonna kill me I wouldn't even be posting it. There shouldn't be any grammar mistakes if there are tell me what they are and not just say they're there.