Unknown island off the coast of Greece, 1222BC
Shouting and animalistic roars could be heard as she sat beside Arcadius, her brother looking less than pleased as he vibrated with anger, the occasional growl leaving his lips as he heard the insults that came from the blonde woman which were directed towards his sister. He glanced at her. She had been eerily silent since they returned, the blonde haired male practically breathing fire as he rushed over towards the older immortal woman.
Lysandra looked at the tiny creatures that were crawling through the sand absentmindedly. Anything to distract her from what was being said, or rather shouted horribly. She's a whore, came floating into her bubble from the words that were screamed. I was by your side first! I hunted alongside you for over three decades! I helped you escape from the Romanian's when they destroyed your territory in Northern Greece! I did everything, and then some little human comes in and replaces I, one of the oldest immortals in existence? I will not stand for it! Came the phrases that were hurtful to her heart.
Arcadius placed a hand on her shoulder. "I told you where his desires and wishes laid, little sister," he murmured, gently rubbing the bone in her shoulder with his thumb. Lysandra didn't respond, merely stared ahead at the ocean, the waves rolling up to greet them noiselessly. He sighed gently. "Lysandra, you've done nothing wrong. He chooses his own future, and he choose you. You have not done a thing." He soothed.
Only then did she respond. Her ruby red eyes met his slowly. "I know. It is her words that hurt." She answered quietly. "I never wished anyone any distress. I cannot help how my heart feels." She added and he nodded. "Exactly. You have nothing to feel ashamed of. You love him." He responded with a small smile and she nodded. "I do, yes." She agreed.
"Arcadius, that word you wished to have with me?" Came a distant call, and the giant of a man patted her shoulder before he got up and vanished in the same second. She could hear the distant screaming temper tantrum but further away, telling her that the blonde woman had stormed off in anger. She glanced back, seeing her brother walking into the large tent that belonged to Caius. The drapes fell shut behind them, and she turned her gaze back to the ocean, a soft sigh tumbling from her lips as she closed her eyes.
Fire bathed a warm glow around the drapes of red and gold, not that the light was needed to see one another. Arcadius crossed his arms over his muscular chest. "What are your intentions with my sister?" He asked lightly, and the blonde man gave a smirk. "I believe you already know the answer to that one, my friend. I know you heard my conversation with Athenodora and my warning to her that if she ever attempts anything again, I will detach her head from her body."
Arcadius gave an open-mouthed smirk. "I heard. What I want to know is, I suppose, if you will treat my sister appropriately and never betray her? Will you keep her safe, protect her?" He pressed and the blonde man chuckled a cruel chuckle. "Of course. She will never desire for a thing in this world of ours. She will be protected and guarded at all times. Her safety is guaranteed, I assure you."
The taller man gave a nod of his head. "Then I have no qualms with this. My only wishes were her happiness and safety. You swear to provide both, I will respect your wishes. Athenodora, on the other hand, could prove to be a problem." He commented dryly and the blonde man nodded, fingering a scroll on the wooden table that was in the front of his chambers. "I have already considered that. You are to keep her distracted while I approach Lysandra, and then you make yourself scarce. I highly doubt you wish to hear me as I claim your sister."
A look crossed the newborns face. "You would be correct. I will explore the outlying islands and hunt for three days with the utmost carefulness, making sure I cross no investigating creatures, immortal, beast or human. What would you wish me to do with Athenodora?" He asked.
The blonde man smirked cruelly. "Whatever it takes to keep her from me."
Caius stormed from his sanctuary. His crimson eyes landed on Lysandra immediately as she sat on a fallen tree that she had dragged beside the ocean to sit upon as she watched the waves. Athenodora was further up the beach, scowling as she observed both himself and the other woman who was engrossed in her own world that she didn't sense him approaching.
It was only when she took a seat beside him did she notice him. Her lips curved up slightly as she looked at him. "Did you and Arcadius converses well?" She asked softly. He withheld a groan as he looked at her moving lips, at their softness, something he had never felt, instead electing to nod his head once. "We did indeed. Would you walk with me? We need to converse ourselves." He asked.
She nodded, a small smile on her face as she stood up, gently sliding her hand through the arm he extended. She glided nimbly over the sandy beach, following him into the small tropical forest that covered the middle of the island. He stopped only when they were no longer within sight of the beach.
A small noise of surprise came from her lips as he pressed her against one of the grand old trees in front of them, her eyes wide as he turned her around to face him. "Caius," she murmured, her eyes focussed solely on his. He merely raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. She didn't, so he spoke. "Your brother has given me his approval."
Her lips parted slightly and she glanced around. "Oh," she breathed, looking back at him. "Is that why you brought me out here?" She asked timidly and he smirked. As if he would claim her in a forest on a dirt floor... He tittered. "Absolutely not. I will not do such an act for the first time in a hovel." He answered brutishly, his mouth turning down before he looked at her squarely. "I brought you out here to ask what you ask of me in return." He answered smoothly.
He watched as her brows furrowed in that delicate way they did. "What I want from you?" She repeated and he nodded, clasping his hands in front of him. "You may have anything your heart desires." He explained and she blinked once before she looked at him, taking a step forward.
"Please", came a desperate call from behind them. Anger roared inside of him and he spun around, his cloak moving at an unnatural speed behind him too. The beast inside of him urged him to tear the blonde woman apart limb from limb, but a gentle hand on his shoulder soothed him. "Don't, Caius," came the breathed words in his ear. It pleaded with him, with the side that had not an ounce of mercy in any cell of his body. He shrugged her off and glared ahead. "Go and wait for me in my chambers." He ordered harshly, the hand slipping from his shoulder almost immediately, a rush of air telling him that he was now alone with the woman who was causing him much grief. Where was Arcadius? Why wasn't he watching the wench?
"Leave," he spat at her, anger flooding her own features. "Out of respect for times past, I will allow you to leave alive and intact. Hesitate and I will tear you limb from limb and dance on your ashes with no remorse," he snapped.
Rage swirled in her crimson eyes. "I will go and gather your enemies and I will bring them here to slaughter you and your little creations!" She hissed and he laughed, a smirk twisting his features. "Go as you no doubt will, but you will not be here in time to stop the mating, Athenodora. I will make her mine within the nightfall, she will bear another mark of mine, but this one having more meaning. I will take pride as she writhes beneath me in knowing how it will anger you from a great distance away. You have lost, and I have won. Go, and never return, or I will follow through on my promise." He snarled, striding away and towards the only thing that mattered -Lysandra.
Authors note: Warning in place for next chapter. It will be pure and undeniably smut. If you don't like it, don't read it and then complain. It is an M-rated fiction for a reason, and I don't like whiners who have been warned beforehand and then complain -_-
