Misery Loves Company
I'm not for you, You're not for me
I'll kill you first, You wait and see
You devil undercover
You're not a prince, You're not a friend
Your just a child
And in the end you're one more selfish lover
Do I need you?
Yes and no
Do I want you?
Maybe so
You're getting warm, You're getting warm
You're getting warmer oh oh oh
Did you plan this all along?
Did you care if it was wrong?
Once the table had been cleared of their breakfest meal, Reaver had beckoned to follow him as he strode out through a pair of doors off to one side of the dining hall. He'd made off so quickly, there'd been no time to argue with him, and seeing little point in it anyway, Nix had stood and followed.
"I have quite the surprise for you." She heard him say.
Actually having to make a physical effort to keep up with him and his long strides, Nix sped along after him through several corridors filled with the finest furnishings one could buy lining the walls and floors. Now by no means was Nix short, hardly, at five foot eight, but the industrilist was still several heads taller than her.
Eventually they finally came to a stop outside, and Nix had to blink several times and sheild her eyes from the mid afternoon light. It had, after all, been a day and a half since she seen the light of day.
"What are you on about?" She grumbled as her eyes finally accostmed themselves. Lowering her hand, she jerked back at the sight of Reaver now standing directly in front, facing her.
Smirking at her reaction, he flipped a wayward black tress from his eyes.
"I just thought you might want to be reunited with an old friend might make you a tad more, how shall we say, cooperative with our present arrangement."
Nix didn't like the sound of that.
"What are you talking about?"
Just as she spoke the words, a growl came from behind him, followed by a high pitched whine.
A tingle of apprehension crawled up the back of her neck, and she hoped that wasn't who'd she thought it was.
"Come on you filthy mong'wel!" Barry Hatch was pulling on a rope, having a hard time of dragging a dog out of a rather large building she would have never guessed was behind his even larger mansion. It was red with gold trim, and appeared to be a barn. The oddity of the building did not really register with her, all she noticed was the animal being cruelly tugged upon.
Her dog.
"Regal!" Nix made to move past Reaver, but he side stepped to intercept.
"Ah, ah, ah! You see he is in fit, if albeit mangy, condition. But I cannot promise the mut will remain this way if you continue to fight me on this."
Eyes whipped from her four legged friend and back to him.
"You bastard."
"To the contrary, princess, I knew my father. Now if you would like to settle down and be a bit more sensibile about this whole affair, I believe you will find I am asking for nothing more than the pleasure of your company." His face was as serious as if he were discussing nothing more than a buisness transaction, but there was a sparkle in his eyes and the arch of his brows told her he was getting a great deal of amusement out of this.
"...You say that, but I think what you are asking is something I am unwilling to give." Soft spoken and edgy, the visceral fear of what she knew he intended was nearly choking her.
It wasn't fair. All the things she was having to deal with, her brother, the seemingly impossible rebellion she was supposed to lead. Now to top things off, even to get Regal and her gauntlets back, it seemed she was going to have to dance to the beat of this mad drummer. When would the list of things end?
"Splendid. Now, maybe we should see about getting you fitted for a dress. There's this party I will be hosting shortly, so you would want to look you're best..." A fiendish smile curled Reavers lips as he thought to himself"
Ohyes...thiswasgoingtoprovetobemostdelightfulindeed.
Authors note: It's been too long since I've last updated, and my chapters continue to be short, but at least I am trying. I apologize to my fans, but at the very least, I have tried to keep something coming out.