A bit shorter but as it sometimes happens I couldn't find a better part to split the previous chapter and this one. Do enjoy all the same. . .
A guide to Arielle was not needed. He could sense where she was, sensing people accurately without seeing them was one of Belfeiro's talents. He looked both ways and after letting his senses adjust to the new castle he turned right and went to the alcove at the end that led to the master's chambers. There he carefully pushed the door open and found the woman laying across the bed with her back to him, he grinned when she appeared to be sleeping.
He stepped inside the room quietly but suddenly slammed the door shut behind him. Arielle shot up and twisted around to face him, her eyes went wide with fear.
"You!" She shouted. "You made him leave!"
Before she knew it Belfeiro had her wrapped in his embrace. "Oh dear child forgive me!" He shouted. "I thought I would never get you back."
She was confused even more than she was already. She stared at the wall behind him dumb founded.
"What?" She croaked.
He pulled away. "My pupil! Do you remember me not?" He leaned back further and looked heartbroken. "Oh God no! How can it be!?"
Her eyes were so round and big, "First you attack me and then come to me this way? What the fuck are you doing?" At the foreign word she cringed, she remembered saying it but had no idea where she had learned.
He cocked an eye brow at her word choice. "Interesting. My girl your delicate brain has been washed in the turmoil surrounding you."
She slowly eased herself back across the bed away from him. "What do you mean?"
He sighed dramatically. "It's a long story but to make it short you have been living a lie." She looked at him to continue, which he did. "You were studying under me of course, years ago. Until He came. . .He wanted to fight us but only one can and he issued a fight with you. If he was able to disarm you and bring you to his knees he would. . .well he would take you away. Of course he beat you being the weakling that you are and I failed to protect you. After which he brought you here and God only knows how many lies he's filled you with. . ."
She turned her head to eyeball him with one of her reddish brown orbs. "What about the life I remember before this one? A place far away with strange metal beasts that move fast and the strange times and clothes that people wear. What about my time with Bronson and the Hartmann's?"
It took Belfeiro's mind a moment to comprehend what she was saying. "She must mean the land of humans. So her amnesia is filled with holes." He quickly thought of a way around it and grinned in a vulpine manner. "Why those memories are false my dear. After he took you from me he used and tortured you." He sat on the bed and reached out for her as if to comfort her, it was obvious she was becoming terrified of herself and The Kurgan by the way her breath was coming in jerky movements. "He lost you to the Hartmanns but for reasons I don't know he fought to get you back. It's a miracle he hasn't killed you yet. An Immortal such as yourself has a powerful Quickening."
The last sentence made her lips part and her breathing level out. "I'm. . .Immortal?"
He nodded slowly, once, twice. "Yes, you are," his voice was slow and careful. "A very powerful one who has yet to unlock your true potential."
"Where did I come from if not what I remember?"
His eye twitched, he had had enough of making up stories. He wanted to get to her and carry out his plan as fast as he could. "I found you wandering the Steppes of Russia. Obviously you aren't a native though but no one else knows where you come from.
From aboard his ship The Kurgan could feel the emotions emanating from his mate and he gripped the railings of his vessel so tight the wood fractured ever so slightly. His knuckles turned white and while the splintered wood pierced his skin he felt no pain.