Yay, i finally typed it down. I had started this chapter like 5 times, but i was never satisfied because it just didn't fit. It was weak. I dunno i wasn't feeling it, but then i started getting obsessive and started writing down every idea i had, and by doing this it became easier and FINALLY i got it lol. Omg i am so incredibly happy that White witch, black curse comes out in less than a month!!!! omg omg omg, but that also means i have a deadline. I wanna finish this story before it comes out. SO i am gonna be beasting lol. I also am excited to write some fanfiction for the fever series by Karen Marie Moning, It's awesome, If you like the hollows series definitely pick the fever books from the library or whatever.
So Saturday i went to watch the Underworld: Rise of the lycans, It was phenomenal!!! totally random but i had to add that in there lmaoo...
Anyways Thanks a million for your reviews, it motivates me more and more. : ) okay so i am gonna shut up now, and start writing the next chapter lol :P
There was a voice slowly seeping through my mind, dragging me little by little out of the darkness. And i felt no pain this time. It wasn't memories keeping me afloat. I clung to the sound of that voice. Following it, clinging to it like it was the last light in the dark. And of course it was.
Every second i became more aware that the voice was familiar. Low, with melodic undertones, simply beautiful. A voice that caused my heart to feel as if a fist was squeezing it. I knew that voice. It had once robbed me of my heart. I still haven't found it. My heart that is. As the voice became clearer i realize that my other senses were working well, i could smell him. Crushed leaves, and Cinnamon. And there was no overwhelming pain, not anymore. And I was glad there wasn't.
While I was in pain the seconds seemed longer, more like hours and the hours like days. And amidst of the pain i found comfort only in dim memories happy and painful alike. But they weren't enough because the devastating darkness would engulf me and there was only emptiness. Unbearable, ruthless, insatiable emptiness.
And there was this voice in the darkness, a voice that called my name, and beckoned me with it's melodies. But it wasn't his voice. It was a voice i was incredibly afraid of. The voice belonged to the being that had put me here, in this world of devastating nothingness. Alistair.
Everyday, or maybe it was every hour of darkness or pain he said to me "Just say the word Rachel, and it'll be over." And if i had the strength to loudly and angrily refuse him i would have proudly told him to turn himself.
For what felt like decades i held on, I held on to everything i was, a witch, a daughter, a friend, i held on to everything i love. I braved the storm, standing against the pain, fighting the darkness with every part of my being. But then i couldn't do it anymore, I was beyond exhausted, everything i held on to now seemed thousands of miles away, too far for me to grasp. And because there was nothing worth fighting for i gave up. I held on through the torturous pain for what felt like an eternity, but then when he said again for maybe the millionth time "Just say the word..." He broke me. Because i didn't remember what was worth fighting for, he broke me.
I said the words. I accepted. I do not know what but i accepted.
"Take me. I am yours." I told him....
This was his doing, Alistair's. I knew that because i accepted whatever he wanted I was going to be...freed. He was going to remove the chains on my soul, but wrap chains on my body.
"...Rachel, Come on open your eyes...wake up damn it..."
And my eyes did open. Trent's bruised face came into view. Bruised? Trent? What the hell was he doing here? He was leaning over me. I closed my eyes again, willing him to go away. I felt him move and there was a noise when he moved. Something that sounded alot like chains. Chains? I opened my eyes and saw where the sounds were coming from. There was a steel choker around his neck. There was a chain on the choker, a chain connected to the stone walls. Like an animal.
I took in the rest of the room. From seeing Trent chained like an animal i thought that maybe we were in a dungeon, or a prison, or something, but the rest of the room didn't seem like a prison. The walls were stone yes, but it was more like a guest room in a medieval castle. Tapestries, Tall windows, vanity, and the canopy bed in which i was laying.
I moved the covers aside and looked down at myself. I was wearing green robes reminiscent of those Minias, or Newt or...Alistair wears. Great. Just Freaking great. I was in the eve-rafter, i have no idea how i got here and Trent's chained to a wall. Waking up sucks.
I slowly got sat up, and went to get up, turning my back on Trent. My body was not working as fast as i wanted to. My movements were deliberate and slow tainted with the uncertainty of long disuse. When i stood on my feet, my legs wouldn't hold me and i fell on the stone floor. I scowled at my legs as if that would give them back immediately the strentgh i knew would come in minutes, or hours. While i was staring at my legs i heard the rattling of chain. His scent hit me like a wave, wrapping itself around me reminded me of things best left forgotten. He crouched in front of me, his hands moving towards me. Perhaps to help me up or maybe to strangle me. It was Trent after all. Businessman, drug lord, murderer,...amongst other things.
When i saw his hand reaching towards me, i flinched. I hated myself for that reaction, for showing him weakness. But i couldn't help myself. I saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't looking at me with hate. His face bruised and beautiful stood proud and stoic. There was the tightness around his eyes that told me my flinching bothered him. Or maybe it was being chained to a wall that bothered him. I am betting on the latter one.
Surprisingly his hands reached out a second time. But as weak as I was I've always been proud.
"Don't touch me." My voice sounded odd to my ears. With a raspy undertone.
"Fine." He said a few seconds later and his face shutdown completely. Putting on the cool businessman persona. I was surprised and a bit awed that he could keep such a poker face while being kept in such a degrading way. But then again it was Trent, and he was a master in the arts of deceiving.
I slowly moved my legs, stretching them, bringing my knees up and down, giving them movement and getting rid of the stiffness. I felt Trent settle on the floor across from me, looking at me but i decided to ignore him. I didn't want to talk to him or look at him for that matter, no more than necessary. But being the only person i was here with who might actually know something i decided to swallow my pride and talk to him.
"What are you doing here?" I said. I didn't know how to express the many questions inside of me. SO i settled for a simple one.
"I got dragged here trying to bring you back." If I wasn't but a few feet away from him i wouldn't have heard him. Before i could think any about it i looked up to his face. IT told me nothing. He had a sinister mocking smile in his face. Typical. He was going to blame this on me.
"Well nobody told you to try to save me, and besides i don't need you or anyone to save me." I knew my lips had gone into a tight line.
"Yes of course." Thick sarcasm flowed through his voice. I just scowled at him. And he sighted. When he sighted i could see the real stress in him. Everything he wanted to kept hidden came to the surface.
"You've been in a...coma for the past 6 weeks. Ms. Tamwood came to me for help, and out of the kindness of my heart i decided to help you-"
"Out of the kindness of your heart? Who are you trying to kid Trent-" Saying his name aloud sent tingles down my spine, and tighten my heart.
"You were suffering from the same illness you did as a child. We were able to cure your body...but you wouldn't wake up, for weeks we waited for you to wake up but you just wouldn't wake up...One of my witches stirred a spell, or rather a...curse. Somebody would go into your mind to try to bring you back. I choose to...connect with you, but instead of connecting with your mind we were brought here...At first i thought that perhaps this was your mind, but then the demon made sure i understood that we weren't in your head. That we are in the ever after." He smiled bitterly.
"Who took the imbalance?"
"I did." He simply said. He took an imbalance to save me. What the hell?
"Why?" But he didn't answer my question, so i asked another one.
"Did he tell you why we were here?"
"Because you accepted. You choose to be here."
I did, didn't i. Trying to escape the pain, i accepted whatever he wanted. And so he hauled my ass here. Body and soul. And since Trent was connected with me at the moment, i guess he came along for the ride.
"Morgan, What did you accept?" His voice was careful, and if i didn't know any better i would have thought it was fearful for whatever i had this time brought upon myself.
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Are you sure?"
"I don't know Trent!" Desperation colored my voice. It is difficult not knowing. I stood from the floor. Holding on to the side table. My legs had gained the some strength upon this second try. I paced slowly around the room. Each step giving my limbs strength and sureness. Trent had stood also, and sat on the edge of the large bed.
"Rachel..." I turned to look at him. "When you were unconscious, you sometimes moaned, and writhed as if in pain. What was happening?" I guess he understood the difference between body and soul. And for that i decided to answer him.
"I was in pain...In a torture chamber that was my body, burning alive from the inside out, for what felt like a very long time." I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.
He simply nodded as if he understood. We stood there staring at each other, not blinking.
Our stare down was interrupted by the door opening. And in stepped Alistair. Tall beautiful. His hair white hair shinning under the lighting. He took my breath away. It wasn't his beauty that took my breath away though, it was the fear. He was beautiful, and evil which in the end made him all the more terrifying.
"Rachel, love you've awaken. Oh what a joy it is to see you've finally done so. WE have so much to get at." He said smiling at me while he said it. Yeah i believed that smile. After being tortured in my head for what felt like years. I believed the menace behind the smile.
"Alistair." I said breathlessly. Motivated by me speaking his name he crossed the distance between us and stood right in front of me. He smiled evilly showing his straight strong white teeth. He reached out to brush my hair from my face. I let him. I was frozen. I was frozen because something foolish and childish inside of me thought that if i stood very still he wouldn't notice me, he wouldn't harm me. He'd leave. But that wasn't the case. When his hands made contact with my skin my fear became all the greater, my breathing became ragged and uneven. I was gasping for air. I knew my fear was tangible. His smile deepened. He leaned into me putting his cheek to my cheek. He inhaled deeply, tasting my fear. Enjoying it. Unable to stop myself I closed my eyes. I felt his face move down to my neck. I was so afraid of him, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there hoping he'd go away soon. And when the seconds stretched, inside i became more hysterical. Tears slipped through my closed lids.
There was a loud noise. Something had fallen to the floor. I automatically opened my eyes. Alistair has still touching me but he too turned to see where the noise came from. Trent, dear god in my terror for Alistair i had forgotten all about him. He stood a good distance behind Alistair. He had made the noise, he had dropped something I was too thankful to even realize what. His lips were close to a snarl. His wispy white-blond hair had fallen to to his face, and his green eyes stood bright with hate, fear and defiance. With the collar and the chain he really did look like a chained animal.
I could see the menace in Alistair's face. HE was ready to kill someone.
"You are in need of some manners muck. I can do more than bruise your face." How i knew that he could give more than bruises.
He let go of me and started striding towards Trent. And for the first time since waking up, the fear for Trent was stronger than for myself. Perhaps it was because i didn't think that Trent could survive being broken. Or perhaps it was because despite everything, i still loved him, and i wanted no harm to come to him.
Before Alistair reached Trent i crossed the distance and stood in front of Trent.
"He's got nothing to do with this. let him go, please, you got what you wanted."
I moved a couple of steps and stood right in front of Alistair. I copied the gesture he had done earlier. I moved his hair from his face. Putting it behind his ear. My body was cold with fear, but i did it anyways. And he let me. Fear is a wasted emotion. It helps you with nothing. At my touch Alistair leaned in.
"Your fear is intoxicating." He said his goat slitted eyes half closed.
"Don't hurt him. Please."
"Why?"
"Because he's...he's...he's my friend." A soft snort escaped Alistair.
And because Trent was Trent and he was so full of pride he said "I am touched Morgan, but i don't need you to defend me from this demon." I could hear the tightness in his voice.
"Perhaps you do, muck. You've got pride, but when I am done with you you'll be begging me to stop. You shan't even recognize the word." Alistair moved me out of the way and crossed the distance left between him and Trent. They stood face to face. The elf with a collar around his neck, his face full of rage and anger, and the demon with his old presence and emotionless face.
I felt a change in the air. And before i knew it AL in his crushed green velvet attire was there along with Newt. Funny to think that the demon who had once hunted me, hunted my soul, now gave me incredible hope. Al always finds his way around disadvantages or contracts one way or another. And this time i was hoping he'd help me out.
"Newt love, I told you that he was the one keeping her. He kidnaps one that may be of your kin. He shows no respect. As good as Minias, he is. Waiting for you to turn your back to betray you." I've never been so glad to hear his upper crust British accent.
Alistair had something new to focused his attention on. He soon forgot Trent.
"Your in my domain."
"You've seemed to have forgotten your place Alistair. Your domain is my domain. Everything is mine." She cocked her head to the side. Looking physcotic and ready to strike. Alistair looked at her and i knew that he hated her. IF he had a chance to rip her to shreds he would do so. I wondered what their history was, but then i decided i rather not know.
"I'll forget your disrespect Alistair. I just came to send Rachel home. I was under the impression that you were keeping her here." She directed him with disdain.
"Come along Rachel. Oh and bring your elf too..." He turned and spoke to Alistair next. "And Alistair would you please remove the"- he made a motion pointing to his neck. "-collar from his neck." I could tell Al was enjoying this way too much. He had a very smug grin of his face.
The collar opened and dropped to the floor. There was a red ring on Trent's neck where it used to be. With Alistair distracted with Newt and AL, I was standing closest to Trent. He closed the distance between us and i felt his scent, his presence wrap around me like a blanket. And i was comforted. I felt surprisingly...safe.
"Well children, I'll have to send you home, Newt and I have grown up things to talk about with Alistair." He smiled with so much joy. Al was thrilled to be putting Alistair under Newts radar. And i was thrilled to be sent home.
"Rachel,-" He bowed his head slightly."- I'll be seeing you."
I felt Trent put my hand in his and again i Flinched. I moved away from him, away from his presence. A look of hurt crossed his features. But I stretched out my hand and took his hand in mine. Only our hands were touching. I couldn't bare anything else. Part of it was because of the way he broke my heart, but another part was that I felt as if any touch could hurt me. After being alone in torturous pain for what felt like maybe a hundred years i couldn't bare a touch. I longed for it, but i was afraid. I longed to go home and scrub myself red from the memories of endless torture. I longed to close my eyes and make it all go away. But i knew that i couldn't make it go away. That i could only live with it, and do what i do best. Survive.
And when i took Trent's hand in my own his lips opened slightly and his brow furrowed as it a thought came across him. His lips opened again to say something but it was too late. We were already jumping the ley lines.
You know the drill...To be continued : )