Pretty Praeda

by annabellefleur

What if the Dark Sister's hadn't been the first to find Miss Gray? And if Tessa were to arrive in London much more powerful (and witty) than anyone ever thought? Just what would happen if Tessa Gray was the strong one with a dark past, would she pretend to be innocent? R&R.

17. Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen:

I slid my glace over to Will's form and narrowed my eyes just slightly, my mind running in that high speed that sets my nerves on hyper-drive. I stepped backwards quickly, ducked to my knees within less than a second and waited a couple more seconds for the right time. I ran the tips of my fingers along the pile of rusted copper from the shackles that once held me and closed my eyes.

"Rendemento para min, permitan-me a manexar ti."1 I couldn't remember the last time I had used Galician magic or had been put in the predicament to be able to, it was quite fun actually. I couldn't help the smile that slowly spread across my face as the magic took to the copper, wrapping itself into the form of a shiny 10-inch blade with a dulled edge, enough to break skin, but not enough to wound.

I braced my left foot against the stonewall closing my eyes I rolled my neck and sensed Will's rushed movement, while also slowing my racing mind. I contracted my right foot just slightly and gripped my sword as I shoved off the wall meeting Will's raised blade with my copper one.

The sound of clanking metal screeched in my ears and I involuntarily flinched, Will mis-took this as a sign of weakness and grinned in confidence. I swung my right leg out in front of me shifting my balance easily to my left and hooked it around the back of his left ankle, making him lose his hard stance just slightly. I let go of my sword and let it clatter to the floor as I twisted the fibers of the air beneath my feet and levitated myself quickly off the ground, high enough in the air so I could grab hold of Will's shoulders and twist them in a painful unexpected way that made him drop to the floor on his knees.

I released the air fibers holding me six feet in the air above Will and dropped soundlessly to my feet, next to him. I stretched my arm out toward my sword and silently called it to me. "I just need to go for a walk." I said quietly as I turned away from them and stepped toward the thick wooden door. Will's left shoulder was dislocated and his right was close to follow the lefts suit, his ankle was throbbing and my emotions were running on high thanks to all the excess powers inside me.

I could feel the pain he was shoving down inside him as much as I could feel Charlotte's helplessness. It was overriding my own senses and in consequence it was slowly driving me insane, the one gift I have that no one other Maji has. I can sense and manipulate anyone's emotions, mortal or not, however, I despised the 'gift' and choose to not tell Dominus that I had ever awakened it.

As soon as my heated hand touched the metal latch on the prison door I flinched at my heat and the senses I absorbed; you see I didn't just feel peoples emotions, I absorbed them, it didn't matter whether they were dead or alive, if I came in connect with anything that held a strong emotional connection I relived there emotions, rather vividly not to mention.

I snapped my fingers, metal crunched; the doorknob buckled, and with my palm held out flat to the metal door's hinges they crushed inward. The loud sound of crushing metal as the door flew straight, embedding a solider who stood watch just outside in the cement wall voiced my escape.

I let my instincts travel me through the dim halls feeling the nostril flaring presence of the healer push onto me, like sludge do not test me vermin. My mind was a coiling strand of hot iron wrapping itself around the healer and compressing. It was all I could do but keep my feet moving; my body strung taut as a bow, mind buzzing with forgotten memories, heart singing with burning loyalties. Revenge sung to me, the way blood sings to a vampire, the force of my retreat nearly came to a halt with the pressure of it all.

I slipped soundlessly into a small room as the noise of rushing feet came towards me letting myself drift into the fibers was not ideal in the situation but I was far too tired to bother escaping the rough way so I drifted, every part of me being ripped apart as I lost solid form and disappeared.

1 "Rendemento para min, permitan-me a manexar ti." Translates from Galician to English meaning: "Yield to me, allow me to wield you."