Disclaimer: I didn't write one before cause I was new and didn't know you needed one. My bad, well lets see I don't own any of the characters you recognize from the AAR series. Hell I don't even own the title to this story. Well here's chapter two please Read and Review. Tell me what you think. The only thing that belongs to me in this story is the plot.
"Aubrey." Her voice was liked poisoned honey. "What a fine boy you have here." She eyed him carefully. Black eyes, Aubrey had never met anyone with eyes as dark as hers, they seemed to go on for ever. He held her gaze with his pale blue eyes. He didn't like the vibe he was getting from her. Of course he'd often been told that a dark aura surrounded him. A powerful aura it could be charismatic drawing everyone around him to him. Or it could be cold as ice. His mother used to call him her little masquerader because depending on the situation he could manipulate it to his advantage. He sighed he could think of a million and one other things he could be doing right now. This made Ather grinned apparently she thought his lack of amusement with her was funny.
"Father," He turned to face his dad.
"Yes son?"
"If you don't mind terribly, I have had enough fun for one night." He rose from his seat not waiting for a reply; he was going to leave even if his father had insisted he stayed. It was only polite to announce your leavings if in private. To his relief his father didn't argue.
"Sure son." He bid him good night with a nod of his head. He turned to Ather and she rose her hand up. As practiced Aubrey took it carefully and kissed it lightly. He had to prevent himself from shivering her skin had been like ice. She smiled as if seeing through him as if she could sneak a small peak into his mind. Black eyes. Oh so black he was caught in her gaze for a moment his hand still clutching hers. He felt the oddest sensation in the back of his mind; like someone trying to poke there finger through parchment. He immediately withdrew from her twisting his thoughts instinctively. This caught her by surprise but it only skimmed across her face as brief as Aubrey's kiss to her hand had been. Then her face was the same. Aubrey turned and left if his father had noticed something strange he had not commented on it. Of course Aubrey doubted he had. Father was a man of muscles, and not of the mind.
Aubrey stepped out into the cold night air; it felt good to be out of there he didn't like being enclosed for a long period of time. And something had been wrong about that woman. He started the walk home.
His family was not richer than any of the other villagers. They were just more powerful. And not just in a physical way, all Aubrey remembered was this village. He had never been any where else he presumed his father and mother had come from somewhere else but he didn't much care for there stories, so he had never bothered to ask. But still his family had a hold over the inhabitants of the village if something went wrong they came to his family. He could see the light in his house now. He was exhausted just a few more steps, and of course they had to live onto of the highest hill in the village. He walked past the barn glancing in for only a moment. The lantern burned dimly casting ghostly shadows across the barn walls. Faye was putting the rest of the horses back in there stables for the night. Faye at first glance appeared to be a man. But as you looked closer you realized she was too delicate to be one. She had medium length blonde hair tied back by string. And wore men's clothing her eyes were small and green. And where always flittering about the room like a mouse. She was small, his family guessed about 13. They would never know for sure for she'd never spoken.
She arrived a year ago. And they had assumed she'd runaway from home. She had a change of clothes and that was it. She was bruised and beaten, they assumed that was what had made her mute the horrors of how she became that way, she looked terrible.
It had been hard that year they couldn't seem to grow crops and they had to put two horses down from injury. Sprits were low, and then they heard of this young girl who had arrived in town and seemed to be looking for work. No one had wanted her because of her handicap but Aubrey's father had taken pity and hired her giving her a place to stay she worked for next to nothing and took room and board. For moths they had tried to get her to speak with no success. Finally they named her Faye, like fate because when they had need help most she had shown up. She slept in the barn mother brought her food out to her, she didn't like people.
He opened the door to his house a gust of wind throwing it all the way open and he herded it shut. The warmth in the room made his face flush. He took of his boots; his mother was leaning over the fire stirring something that smelled delicious. And Elsie his little sister was churning butter.
"I was beginning to become worried," his mother stood from stirring what looked to be chicken soup. She was a pleasantly plump lady her figure accented by her long black hair that flowed over her shoulder and framed her form.
"Is your father coming home tonight?" She asked as she did every night. Aubrey shrugged in all actuality he didn't know, but his father had looked pretty comfortable where he'd been.
"I doubt it," was his reply. His mother turned away pretending to stir the soup to hind the anger or was it sadness on her face. But when she turned around again the same pleasant look occupied her features.
"Well, will sit a place for him anyways." That was Aubrey's cue to start setting the table. He pushed past Elsie to retrieve the plates.
"He watch it." She scoffed at him her brows furrowing together. He smiled.
"What you want to make something of it half-pint?" Her cheeks puffed out indignantly and she shot him a look that could still serpents. He laughed and shoved her proceeding to take out cups and silverware. She tried to shove him but without success he only continued to set the table.
"Elsie," His mothers tone was firm. "What have I told you about ruff housing?"
"But I didn't start it. . ." She began but mother cut her off with a look that could kill serpents. She stalked away and Aubrey grinned.
"Why do you do that to her?" Asked his mother light-heartedly, while to waving him to come and lift the soup off the stove
"It builds character?" Aubrey shrugged; it was more in the form of a question then a stated fact. He lifted the soup and his mother dished it out.
Dinner was quite as usual, except for Elsie's constant chattering of her day and the boys she'd seen in the market. Aubrey was getting ready to rise full and content he was ready for bed but and urgent knock came to the door. My mother rose setting down her napkin and proceeding to the door. They knocked again. "Just a moment please," was my mother's answer. She opened to door and Aubrey threw himself past booth people. It was the neighbors. What met his eyes was orange and yellow flames licking at the stars the horses were out of control. Chaos. If they didn't stop the fire soon it would spread to other houses and farms including there's. The whole village was out pacing buckets of water up the hill person by person and throwing it on the fire. Aubrey didn't hesitate he ran jumping the fence and continuing to run. He heard his mother's screams for him to come back it was too dangerous but he ignored them. He arrived as the second level caved in it just a matter of time until the roof went down.
Someone was holding Mrs. Lon stocks, while Mr. was helping to put it out. She was shouting and fighting to get away. He could just barely make out her words over the roar of the fire. "She's in there Chelse, My daughter you have to let me go she was feeding the horses when it happened." They didn't let go. "She's gone." Yelled one of the people restraining her. "No. She's alive I know it."
There was child inside Aubrey didn't exactly fell like playing hero but he couldn't turn his back knowing someone's life was in danger. He ran forward into the fire. He heard screams of his name and people running towards him until all he saw was yellow and red, and the roar of flames.
The heat was so intense it felt as if his skin was bubbling wax. He had to find her and fast he searched frantically trying desperately to avoid the flames, which were growing in number be the second. He was struck by a thought he could die in here. But he pushed it from his mind. He had to find her. He caught sight of a form surrounded in at the end of the barn towards the stables a piece of the second level had landed of her. He ran forward. He pushed and pushed until he managed to get it enough off her to pull her out, she was light, lighter then she appeared to be. She was dead. But there was no sign of burns or blood. Something was not right. How the hell did a barn catch of fire in the middle of winter, this girl wouldn't have been careless enough to knock over a lamp, a groan from the ceiling reminded him to get the hell out and making his way out on the same path in he emerged from the barn. "Chelse!" The people let the mother go and she ran forward to embrace her daughter. She looked from her daughter's body to Aubrey's face. Aubrey shook his head. The mother crumbled to the ground in defeat clutching her dead child. The father ran over held the two of them. The roof collapsed.