Resident's Chambers

(Continued from Castle Grounds)



Leonidas watched as the nightmare continued to unfold. While everything about him moved in a tormentously slow pace the pain of each breath taken was as sharp as any dagger. No parent should have to bare witness to the death of their child. This day, it would seem, Leonidas would view not one but two. Each was haunting in their own right. Darren, the youngest, was presumed dead and yet his body had been stolen away. Leonidas, the eldest, was still among them but according to the Dark Lord his humanity was at an end.

The General did not know much about lycan aside from the obvious. They were human by day but mindless raging beasts by night. Silver proved to be their undoing but outside of these things all else was a mystery. Now his entire family would get a crash course this very night.

Leonidas stood rooted to the spot long after the Dark Lord and Dante retreated to the castle making their way to the dungeons. Pulling himself from the entrapment of his mind he forced himself to move. Retrieving his sword it was again sheathed at his side and he began the long ascent up the main stairs. Leonidas would take no note of any around him not even if they addressed him directly would he acknowledge their presence. He moved within the torment of the dream hollow and alone.

Labored steps navigated the castle returning to the point where it all began. Shade's door loomed before him rising up like a tomb. Deftly he would open the door stepping inside to behold his wife holding their child cradled within her loving arms.

At once he remembered other times that seemed so long ago now. When she held each of their children much as she was holding Saffron. He remembered the times of happiness, such as their births, when tears of joy streamed down both their faces. He remembered the bad, such as times they had been punished, though she was firm and set their punishments firmly it was always tempered with love. The weight of such memories was suffocating.

His eyes pulled from the sight unable to take it any longer. His failure would soon be complete all that remained would be the revelation. Crossing the room each step seemed to further age the General until his withering form came to stand before a window. His hands fell heavily on the sill as lifelessly he looked back toward the woods.

"We ran," his voice was hallow as he spoke, "following the path through the woods. At one point I could see Leo just before he entered the clearing." Leonidas paused his mind searching wildly for any way he could have somehow stopped what happened. "When I reached the clearing Darren was.." his voice trailed off. He would not lie to her and knew to even mask the truth would be futile as Saffron had seen everything. "Darren had Maybelle on the ground and Leo.." he couldn't bring himself to say it. His voice chocked and he looked to the heavens for strength. "A lycan came into the clearing. It must have escaped from the confrontation Kaden and Daemon where handling. Somehow it was Lac," he spit the name. It had been a hated name as he had been directly involved in the fall of their former home. Now it would forever be hated for what he had done to their family. "He took Darren's body and he bit Leo." Leonidas's hands began to shake and he dug his nails into the stone until they began to tear away and bleed. "I carried Leo back but the Dark Lord," his head would fall forward and he would stare at his bloody hands as if attempting to recognize them. "The Dark Lord says there is no hope. Tonight what was left of Leo's humanity will die and he will become a lycan." Leonidas closed his eyes and remained where he stood allowing his words to at last to penetrate fully.

Shade would sigh as he sensed Cecillia not being too worried about what was going on. She's newly arrived, why would she? Still, he was going to worry about her if she liked it or not. ~Your my sister, of course I am gonna worry...~ He had sighed as a prayer was offered... Please please please let her have some sense in some form or another! Though in that same breath he did remember that his sister wasn't defenseless. It's a brother's job to worry.

The sound of beating wings approached, causing the quiet one who didn't know what to say to look towards the window. Raven was there offering Saura her baby. "How bad is it?" Shade asked, watching the mother tear a part of the dress, to examine it. He would take a few steps to attempt to see, with eyes that would search for nothing but an injury, in case he needed to use the almost used up skill once again. Looking away from the area as it was noted that there wasn't anything there to heal. Looking away from it should the cloth decide to slip and he see something he rather not. Not that it would, but better safe than sorry.

Raven by this time was making his way out of the room, something bothering him. What it was he didn't say as Raven seemed to be focused on something, and weary of the spirit. What had happened? The fact that Raven didn't say anything made him worry more. What happened to the rest of them... IF this is as bad as Shade's foreboding instinct told him it was a certain champion is not gonna like this... "I am certain we will know more momentarily... How are you and Saffron?" Shade asked Saura, another attempt to say something as he was otherwise unsure of what to say. Leonidas came in, the look on his face... Confirmed what impression he had gotten from Raven. As the man spoke, feelings of despair and hatred filling those tones as the scent of blood wafted in the room once more. Things didn't end well at all. Maybelle might be safe, he didn't go into too many details on her, but maybe not means that she's alright more or less. As a paladin and a friend, he had to try to bring light back into the darkness that seems to have smothered the room.

"Friends," Shade spoke, trying to help them. Speaking to both at once, attempting senserely to use his charisma and strengh to help the parents remain strong. "I am sorry about your loss, I wish there was something I could do. As for Leo remember one thing. His heart is strong. It might not have much impact on what goes on during what will happen tonight, but his heart is strong. The soul has a chance at staying the Leo you watched grow up and the body is only a shell. Remember, you know people that have shifted with the full moon and in between are rather pleasant to get along with. Believe in him, and he has a chance to stay above the creature that bit him."

Towards Leo he would grimace at the hands. He had broken nails off and it had hurt like hell when the fight was over. Unsure of what Saura's abilities were, he would allow her to react first. Keeping in mind that she is his wife, it was her right to help him. All it would take is a hey you, heal me and Shade would once more. For now, he would reach over, if Wesa was in arm's reach to stroke behind his ears.

Saura:

If eyes were truly the windows of the soul, Saura’s stained glass orbs would show the deepest gratitude for the one who’d healed her daughter. She’d reposition Saffie to lay flat on her back and shift her own shapely form to the side of her little angel. Slender sun-kissed digits slide gently across the fine fabric of her crimson colored sari so that none of the deep ruby stain was left upon them, their cleanliness permitting her to gingerly sweep the hair off of Saffie’s face and leave a delicate kiss upon her forehead. Elegantly accented tones sound in reply to Shade’s inquiry: “She’s Perfect.” Her response carried a deep sincerity and although it fit within the contest of the question, it was more a declaration of a mother’s love than an answer.

The weight of heavy footsteps jars her out of that one perfect moment; a moment where she felt nothing but wonder at the deepest love she’d ever felt for her daughter. Mystic topaz hues shift to, but delay for a moment in conveying the bloody image of her husband into her consciousness, perhaps out of shock or even mercy-it was hard to tell which for as soon as gravity hit, a fractured sob gutturally breaks away from her.

Both hands bolster on either side of her, fighting to steady herself, struggling to retain what little hope she had for his report. It looked abysmal. Because of the whole state of his clothing, she knew that he was not wounded himself but the fact that he was covered in blood told her more than he ever could as to the state of their sons. During the painfully silent moments as he moved to take his place at the window, she prayed more fiercely than she ever had before-baring her soul in supplication to heaven-bargaining, pleading… Until the familiar timbre of her husband’s voice yanks her into reality, every word a devastating blow, until there was a numbing silence. Saura had two choices: 1. Retaliatory hate. Damage. Destruction. or 2. Hope. Revival. Healing. Either one led down a path that would change them forever.

Stained glass orbs fall upon her husband conveying a steadfast decision. Rising to her feet she moved toward him- a bronzed had reaching for his side to turn him toward her. As they would lock eyes, her’s would convey the radiant light of unconditional love; her hands reaching to firmly rest on either side of his head. Her words strong and unfractured: “Listen to me. There is always hope. Without hope I would have died long ago. It was hope that freed me from bondage. It was hope that led me to you. I have always heeded the Dark Lord-always taken his word for fact, but this time he’s wrong.”



Leonidas:

Leonidas felt the weight of the world begin to pressing upon his chest. His breathing would become labored as he drew nearer to the end of all he had to relay. As he stood there, head bowed, he prayed for a release. The numbness had taken its full hold to the point that even the sight of his own blood seemed entirely foreign.

The sound of his wife’s footsteps drawing near was nearly drowned out by the memories. He could still hear Darren's last gasping breaths, Leonidas as he drove the sword within his brothers chest, Saffron as she cried over her brother's limp body, but the final tear upon him would be the sound of his wife as she heard what had befallen their family. He wanted to throw his head back. To scream to the heavens and had she not touched him when she did the nightmare would have certainly thrust him through the window. Deftly he obeyed her unspoken desire and turned toward her. Leonidas had visibly aged years in the short time between the last she had spoken to him and now. His eyes held the hollow numbing of his soul showing clearly just how lost he was.

As she cupped his face he fought through the fog of despair to comprehend her words. His hands would lift wanting with all that he was to touch her. To find redemption from the wrong he had done to her. "I failed you." Leonidas's voice cracked as his hands fell away not allowing himself comfort. What comfort did his sons have? How could he accept more then what they now received? Tortured he pulled from her his fists balling up to draw back only to be thrust against the unyielding stones. "I failed our family." Over and over he delivered blows to the wall. "I failed our sons!" Blood began to spray in sheets as the flesh ripped away reveling the bone beneath.



Saura:

As she beheld the very spirit of her husband wasting away, tormented within him-she couldn’t help but furrow her dark brows. Leo was the strongest man she’d ever known and now he was splintering right in front of her. Her heart sank as the three words she never imagined he’d say to her fall from his lips. She wouldn’t retreat as his disparaging ire manifested itself as he thrust his fists upon the stone repeatedly, tearing flesh from bone-splattering blood upon the walls of Shade’s chamber. Not missing a beat she would swiftly remove the fabric of her sari, leaving the cropped under-blouse and long skirt upon her shapely form. If she could slide in between the beats of his violent thrusts, she’d use the weight of his forceful fists to rapidly wrap his fists in the silken fabric-creating a sort of bandaged bonds so that he could no longer cause himself harm. If she was successful she’d pull his hands trapped within the silk to her to focus his attention.


Leonidas:

A type of bloody blackness surrounded him as he began thrusting his tightened fists against the walls. Leonidas could not even feel the blows which only proved to fan the flames. He began to throw his weight into the punches in a vein attempt. It was only the feel of his wife’s efforts that caused him to draw back one fist at the ready even as the other was encased. Any other who may have viewed the scene would have questioned the man's intent as he froze in place. Should the blow have been delivered it would have certainly knocked the woman out.

Leonidas had never once raised his hand to Saura or any of his children and this would be no acception. The fist was held in place not in preparation but in protection. He still held enough control over his sanity that he would not and could not allow it to fall. Silently he stood statue still as she wrapped the second fist pulling them toward her for his attention. Leonidas buckled at the knees falling hard onto the uncaring floor.

His head again bowed keeping his eyes from her as he could not look upon her face for the shame was too great. His hands would remain raised hovering before Saura as she guided them leaving the General to look like a man deep in supplication. A broken man begging for redemption.



Saura:

Her heart ripped apart at the sight of her beloved husband kneeling before her, head bowed-clearly unable to bring himself to look into her eyes. This was the man that fought for her love, the man who made her forget the horror of her past and gave her a future- gave her three beautiful children and years of unfaltering passion.

Bringing herself to kneel in front of him, with one hand, she’d cradle his strong yet broken hands to her chest and with the other she cradled the back of his head in an attempt to bring their foreheads together. She needed some kind of connection if he wouldn’t look at her-some sort of contact. If he’d let her she’d whisper in a soft yet steadfast tone-“This is NOT your fault.” Certain that he would not open himself to accept that she’d repeat “ This is NOT your fault.” Once more she’d stress it, hoping that he’d bring himself to hear it. “This is NOT your fault.”

Sweeping her head to touch her cheek to his, she’d speak-lips to lobe “Leonidas. Look at the bed.” She’d wait till she felt him respond and if he did not, she would continue anyway. “That is your daughter. The perfect daughter you gave me and she is as safe and whole as the day she came to us. She needs you. You are everything in the weight of her world. She is a perfect copy of you and I thank heaven everyday for that. For her sake if not for mine-please pull it together and believe that there is always hope.” Knowing the very soul of her husband, she knew he must feel useful in that moment in order to pull through. So she’d make one request and hoped it would shine at least a glimmer of light into this darkness. “Take us home.”



Leonidas:

He felt his hands pulled against her chest. Felt her kneel before him. Felt her loving hand coax his head to lower toward her own where flesh met flesh. Her words began to worm their way into his conscious mind tearing down the walls brick by brick. As she spoke beseeching him to hear her the emotional damn ruptured. Leonidas wept. His shoulders would shake, his mouth would open allowing the heart ache to be released, and the tears would flow. It was only by her strength that he remained upright rather then slumping against her in his grief. At her request his head would turn looking upon the bed where their daughter now lay.

As she continued he knew her words to be true. Somewhere deep within he had to find hope and it was the spark struck by his wife’s touch and the sight their daughter that would again ignite his will. Closing his eyes Leonidas would swallow hard against the lump that had risen within his throat. His head would turn his lips tentatively reaching for hers. He would then take a deep breath and slowly begin to stand.

Gently Leonidas would unwrap his hands from the fabrics freeing them as he turned toward the bed. Long strides would carry him there where he would lift their daughter much as he had their eldest son cradling her close to his chest. His gaze would then turn back to his wife making sure that she would be at his side.

Giving a nod to Shade as words were still impossible to form Leonidas would make his way back to the door. Nudging it with his shoulder he would push it back open then make his way the short distance to their family's private chambers.



Saura:

Silent breath releases in what relief could be felt as her husband found way to an emotional release. Returning his kiss, this one was different from all others they’d shared the beautiful gesture solidified that she’d gotten through. Thanking heaven with sweet prayers, her heart fills with a trace amount of the hope she’d pleaded with him to embrace. Saura would gently take the fabric from him her eyes pillars of strength and light. While he lifted Saffron into his embrace, Saura looked to Shade deeply expressive orbs convey an apology for what had just taken place in his presence, but making sure it lasted only a moment so that her husband would not see.

At the first possible opportunity she would make sure his chamber was cleaned from top to bottom but for now, her family was top priority. Shade was clearly sent from Heaven to her family and later she would be sure that he knew he was appreciated. Mystic topaz spheres connect with her husband as he turns to move toward their chambers taking her place at his side. Taking the short walk to their chambers Saura opened the door so that Leo could freely move through and would wait until he travelled a good ways into the room before she closed the door. Moving deeper into their chambers, she would retrieve a blanket to cover her daughter as soon as he would lay her down upon their bed.



Leonidas:

Leonidas would walk through the sitting room, down the hall, and into Saffron’s room. He took great care in keeping his eyes away from the closed doors of his son’s rooms. There would be time for that later for now it would be vital to nurture the seed of strength firmly planted by his wife and daughter. Tenderly he would lay her on her bed carefully to not jar her more then absolutely necessary. She needed her rest now more then ever. Leonidas would then watch as his wife tucked her in then led the way out of the room back down the hall toward their own.

Once inside he would turn back toward her opening his arms to enfold her tightly against him. “Forgive me for my selfishness.” His lips would whisper against her ear. “This pain is not mine alone it belongs to each of us. Please Saura,” Leonidas would pause one hand stroking her hair, “let me be your comfort.”

If not for the sake of friendship, it was the duty of a paladin to try to use their light to pierce through the despair of darkness. This was one of those cases that he should restrain Leonidas from his self destructive breakdown if not for the fact that Saura was present. She was the one person in this castle that was the most qualified to handle this, so Shade chose stay of of her way. Words of a true lover could be more powerful than the holy blade which rested in the room.

While the man chose to not get in the way of Saura helping her husband Shade kept a careful eye on what was going on. He's seen actions like this before, Leo could be capable of doing something if his mind was not his own. Shade didn't know how much sanity he still retained at the moment, and anything could happen. As it wasn't easy to watch the blood flinging at the walls. He was only able to watch because if Leo had snapped and gone insane, Shade believes the man of secure mind would rather he be watched than take a chance at harming Saura or his daughter. Insanity is truely that.

Small smile occured as Shade realized Leonidas was calming down. The gentle words of Saura were calling Leo back. The punching had stopped with the expertise of the wife. The wear and tear of the day was apparent with Saura, but she had suceeded none of the less. Which was good since Shade really didn't want to knock the man out. The tears that were born of the lightning that struck the family were flowing as Shade had looked down.

A sniff and a tear would fall from his face. He knew the man's pain as well. Shade had no family at the moment but had experienced failure before. "Asra," the paladin would whisper. The name of the sister that was accused of a crime. Shade was unable to find her and now searches the world for. Rayne was fine and safe, but she had endured years of slavery because of his capture. Thus he understood how it felt to feel it's your fault when something happens, but to the degree that it was only his siblings.

It did even his worried heart good to see Leo pick up the daughter which was back safe and sound. The smile and ability to seem fearless to be strong was easier to do. Words were not needed in this case. This was a heavy blow and there really wasn't much to say. "If there is anything I can do let me know." Catching Saura's wordless apology about the room he would only smile and nod. Then shook his head as if saying don't worry about it. The room had a foul smell about it, but agreement was apparent, the well being of the family was more important and this wasn't anything a spell or maid couldn't take care of.

When they had left the room Shade winced at the gore of it. Cleaning spell would be better here... Not wanting to explain what took place here to staff and have crazy rumors flying about as a result didn't sound like a good idea. Whispering the spell for it, a light energy swept through it, cleaning up the mess that transpired here. Saffron's down seemed to be dried while Raven brought here so that was no issue either...

Cecillia's voice popped in, letting him know that she needed advice. So that he would give as he sat down for a moment. To unwind from the feelings that he experienced before he would go to the main floors to find the youngest of the trio. It had just hit him... This was actually the first time in a while that the three of them were in one place...

Wesa was uncertain as he wasn't sure if he was of help to Saura or not. Seemed to give her a bit of a smile? He would only be able to watch as Raven brought Saffie to Saura, and hop up on the bed as there was a search for a wound. Wesa wanted to see! Purr would be heard as he seen one not there. When Leo returned to give the news of what happened he meowed, to try to help call attention to stop the rampage. Saura was the one that did all the good in the world though...

Wesa had sat on Saffie's belly as Saura talked to Leo and started to clean the blood off the exposed areas. The winged one was able to heal her, but Wesa wanted to do something at least. Being careful to not expose more than the cloth did and to clean the area off. When he got what he could he sat by the girl's head and would purr....

Until Saura had called the attention towards Saffie. When Leo came forth to take his daughter Wesa hopped down. It was time to take go to the family's chambers? Alrighties. Wesa went towards the door, intending to meet the family there. What was this? A mouse? Another one in a day... These guys are getting brave...

Wesa hunkered down and chased the thing, catching it before the critter could get away. These things are brave, but two in one day sometimes happens... Usually around the time the temperatures are due to drop the field mice come seeking a warm place. A break to the neck happened as Wesa carried it to the window, this time knocking it down for the ants to feed on. Seeing to his family was more important than a snack anyways.

Wesa followed Leo into Saffie's room and watched him lay the girl down. Wondering where he should go. Should he stay and watch over her or follow Leo and Saura? After the tucking in occured Wesa hoped up on the bed carefully. Four padded paws walked the end of the bed. Sitting up straight he would watch the girl for a moment, then started to purr. Leo and Saura could probably use the time to themselves, and he wanted to watch over the girl for now... Though the injuries to Leo's hand bugged him...

As Saura tucked her youngest in, the vision of her daughter as a young child gives way to a beautiful girl on the cusp of womanhood lying before her. Rising back up, she’d glance to Wesa as if to say ‘take care of her’ and moved to follow her husband back to their private chamber.

It seemed like forever since she’d felt her husband’s solid arms envelop her; though somehow she felt as if she were in the eye of a great storm with more still to come.

Feeling warm breath upon her ear she would slowly draw back so that her eyes could meet his-hope apparent inside. It could have been denial, but she was certain her sons weren’t gone-they were most certainly in danger, but not dead.

Her gaze dropped from his eyes to the bloody mess staining his clothes. She’d nursed his wounds from endless battles but this time it was not his wounds but her sons’- not his blood but…theirs’. Tears welled but refused to fall-she would not shed a single tear; that would be a concession she refused to make.

Out of a sort of methodical habit, she’d slowly tuck her thumbs under the worn fabric of his shirt-putting a gentle pressure on his sides as they glide upward, signaling him to lift his arms for her. If he would let her, she’d pull it over his head and toss it aside. Next, she’d lower herself to her knees, unlacing his boots-first one, then the other.

A painful pang of sadness rose within her at the sight of wet crimson upon his boots. All she wanted to do was sink down and weep-the uncertainty too much for her to endure but she rained in her emotions…giving in would only make matters worse. If he would continue to allow her to do what she had done so many times before, she would place one hand behind his knee, applying gentle pressure upward so that he would step out of one boot and then the other.

Placing them perfectly to the side, she’d rise and draw him closer to the basin-a gentle motion urging him to sit in a nearby chair while she retrieved the bandages. She’d take a moment at the drawer to gather strength; her silly heart threatening to tear apart within her. Dark tresses lower as she closes her eyes faltering for a moment. Once she had collected herself she turned back toward her husband.

Setting the bandages on the basin table, she’d take a cloth and wet it, the calming sound of water trickling back down into the bowl as she wrung the access water out of the fabric. If he had chosen to sit, she’d come to stand before him and lower herself to her knees. Gentle hands widen the space between his knees to allow her torso to settle as close to him as possible-scarlet stain painting the bare bronzed skin of her waist. A slender hand reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead before she would gingerly drag the wet cloth across his crimson tinted jaw.

Their eyes met the longing as undeniable as the pain. One hand cupped her cheek the other following soon after. Thumbs brushed over her cheeks ready to catch the welling tears threatening to fall. He was lost in that gaze lost in her strength, lost in her heartache, but most of all lost in the love they shared.

Leonidas was the figure head of the family. It was Saura who had always been the true rock, their foundation. Even now she put aside herself that his needs may be met. The full force of her grief would wait for now her focus would be the care of those who remained.

Leonidas felt her hands deftly move over his body. First she would seek to remove the clothing soiled by the ebb of life’s blood. Next she would ease him into a comfort while she knelt before him cleansing him of the crimson stain as she had done so many times before. If only the memories could so easily be washed away. If only the lose could be expunged from a parents broken heart just as the cloth so expertly took away all physical trace. It however could not for just as the traces would simply seep into the remainder of Saura's attair so would the reminders of lose linger.

He would do as she directed because Leonidas knew it was in the care of her family that she found comfort. It was for that and because of the great love he held for her that he would deny her nothing. As he sat back within the chair his knees would part to her urging allowing her to freely draw nearer. His hands would also move forward the palms grazing down her own from shoulder to elbow to wrist but it was Leonidas's eyes that attempted to hold her fully and completely.

His chest would rise and fall. His pulse would remain steady. His lips would move in whispered tones. "I love you. Gods above but I love you Saura." Carefully his hands would move over her arms, "I swear to you on my life I will make this right."

Saura:

Raw nerves stand on end feeling the saturated grip of her husband’s shredded hands slide down her arms to affectionately grasp her wrists. This would draw her gaze to his own, usually her refuge from any storm. She wanted so badly to run into the sanctuary of his reassurance, needing him now more than ever. His words sank into her heart-she loved him so much she felt it in her soul; this man, this beautiful young Captain of the guard that stood before her just yesterday-steadfast and sure-asking her those two words full of hope and anticipation that would lead to this fate. She could have protected and preserved, she could have said ‘no’ and ‘goodbye’ but she wanted to be his wife, wanted to bear his child, wanted to die knowing she had a long, full life in his arms. He was her heart, her being and she wanted so badly for this nightmare to end so that this tempest of uncertainty within her would cease.

She would allow two tears to fall at his pledge-she knew he would fulfill his oath or die trying and that both vindicated and terrified her.



General Leonidas:

The emotion ran deep within her and Leonidas fought to understand what she was thinking. He had never been one to push as he knew from what happened in her past that her privacy was important. He had however always made it clear that he would always long to know her thoughts and her inner feelings on all matters especially where their family was concerned. Silently he sat within the chair waiting for words that would not come. As the twin tears riveted down her cheek a hand would lift and fingers brush them away, "please." His eyes begged her though he would not request further. Leaning forward he would now take her elbows pulling her to stand that he may pull her into his lap. Should she follow the unspoken request his arms would immediately enfold her drawing her tight against her chest.



Saura:

Saura allowed herself to be lifted onto his lap and safely enfolded into his strong arms. She wanted to tell him what tempestuous storm raged inside, wanted to open up to him but she was certain that would only make him feel more conflicted about his role in all of this. It was true her emotions raged within her, thrusting themselves mercilessly against the waning levy of her heart until urgent tones surge from her like a tsunami crashing down "I want them back in my arms, Leo." It was more of a solid declarative statement than anything else, a portion of her exacerbation clearly showing itself. Her chest tightens from the amount of anxiety that flowed within her, needing to DO something to get her children back to safety. Saura felt the warmth of blood trickling down her arm from her husband's wounded hands-there was sanity in that…stability-suddenly she rose, breaking their moment; she needed to mend his wounds so that they could move forward.



She held her breath, releasing It only when she needed in order to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. Dipping the cloth into the water turned it a sickly pink color. She'd wring it out again and turn back toward her husband. Speaking low and clear: "I do not envy you the pain you'll feel in the next few moments…Are you ready?" If he gave her the go ahead, she'd lower herself in front of him again-this time it would not be as pleasant as the last. She'd take a deep breath and look into his eyes as a sort of apology before she'd start, knowing this would hurt like hell and she would be the cause. Giving him a moment to prepare himself before she started the excruciating process of binding his wounds she held out her hand so he could place his within when he was ready.

He held his daughter and though he had no gifts of the mind he could feel the emotion rolling off her in waves. As they travelled through the plane he continually looked down attempting to know or somehow understand what could possibly have happened. His thoughts raced with possibilities each making less sense then the ones that followed. As a dark cleric he was used to working with black and white, action and reaction, there were no in betweens. This was completely beyond those realms.

"Baby," he began as he felt her tears soaking into his robes and felt the shudder of her shoulders as she sobbed. Brows knit tightly together as his heart began to break for his daughter and just as he thought he could take no more her mind opened. Dark eyes turned black as the rush began. He had always thought it must be like being in the middle of the sea when a storm hits. You are floating in the middle of no where as wave upon wave crashes against you tossing you this way and that until you are pulled under the surface.

Maybelle's emotions were chaotic to say the least. Her confusion and pain only amplified them causing them to come in quick bursts of imagery. He fought to make sense of what he was seeing while still remaining upright. Falling flat on his assets at this point would do nothing to help his daughter and would more then likely cause her to break off all communication. His arms tightened around her just as one hand would cup the back of her head. While he did not fall he also would not continue forward but instead remained within the dark plane until she had shown all she wished him to see.

As quickly as it had begun the tidal wave ebbed leaving him searching. "Shhh," bowing his head he kissed her raven locks, "I gottcha everything’s going to be ok." He kept his voice low and soothing as he once more continued toward their destination. The time had come. He could no longer avoid the inevitable.

Stepping out of an opening portal they arrived within Maybelle's room. Her things where just as she had left them this morning and as he brought her to sit down on her bed it struck him square in the chest. When she had left she had gone out into the day an innocent child. When she returned it was as if all innocence had been stripped away. As he stood before her that fact very nearly broke his heart. He had fought all her life to keep all the worlds hurts and evils from touching her but in the end this day had come in spite of his best efforts.

"Maybelle," he lowered into a crouch, "look at me." His fingers fit under her chin lifting it until their eyes met. "There are things you need to know. Things you need to understand about who you are." His hand would fall into his lap and he watched it briefly before looking back at her with a renewed strength. "It's time you know about your mother." He took a deep breath the hand lifting again to cup her cheek and he gave her a half smile. He hoped it would give her the reassurance he himself didn't feel at that moment, "and there is only one way I know to tell you everything." Again he would take a deep breath bringing his finger to tap at his temple.

Standing up he moved to her night stand keeping his back to her as he took an empty chalice. He would then lift a pitcher of water as if to poor the contents within but instead a sharpened nail would be drawn length wise down a smaller vein in his wrist. He would allow the crimson wine to fill the cup then tore a small bit of fabric from his sleeve to wind around the incision. Lowering the pitcher he would take up the cup returning to where she sat. "Close your eyes," he would wait for her to obey then bring the chalice to her lips, "drink." He knew exactly what she needed even before she had showed him and he knew that instinct would take over the instant the blood touched her lips.

Patiently he would stand until the chalice was empty. He would then place it to the side and move to sit beside her one arm wrapping around her tiny form. He would pull her again to rest against him as he dug deeply pulling back his memories.

Images of a picturesque garden filled with blood red and black roses veining along trellises. Onyx benches were present along a cobblestone path that wove through the labyrinth and within the very heart laid an intricately designed mausoleum. Standing before its splendour was a young man in dark priestly robes. A beaded rosary laid about his neck the inverted crucifix rising on his chest with each breath. Thick jet black hair had been meticulously groomed and cut to the collar. His back was turned to the path as the great doors opened revealing the tall lithe figure of a woman sheathed in a fine silk gown. As she stepped forward to greet him the resemblance to Maybelle was unmistakable. Her dark hair had been gathered under the bejewelled crown she wore and the clarity of her skin was like polished porcelain. They would exchange greetings then she would take his arm as they began to walk.

While no words of love passed their lips the intimacy of the simple exchange could not be denied and it was not long before they had drawn nearer to the end of the path. Both slowed to a halt remaining just out of sight as they simply looked into the others eyes. Her hand would lift in a tender caress to which his lips would press a reverent kiss on her palm. With a sigh she would take a single step back then flow over the path toward the awaiting castle looming just outside the garden.

His memory's would continue showing the woman as a Queen to a great empire and how she sacrificed herself for her kingdom. The many unions made not out of love but necessity for the realm and the enemy's that were born out of both spurned suitors and marriages alike. She would also see that the Queen held her own secret that left her hated by many. For the Queen was a ruler of the realm of vampires and she herself was the eldest of all.

Still more images began to form as the memory of their forbidden love lead to an unholy union. One that would allow them a single night together and would eventually yield the greatest gift of all, his daughter. They continued showing the revelation of their union as well as the consequences that had called for him to give up his own ghost that he may not be slaughtered by a jealous rival. Before his "death" however he would bestow upon her his ring the very ring bear had been holding for her all those years. This was how he knew she was indeed his daughter.

He allowed her to linger taking in the memory's one by one until she reached an understanding. He held her threading his fingers through her hair until she began to retreat from his mind. "I never wanted you to find out like this," his voice would trail off as he looked sightlessly at the opposite wall. "I wanted to tell you for so long but I wasn't sure how. You hadn't shown any signs," his head would lower attempting to see how she was reacting to all of it. "Everything is going to be ok," he would again kiss her forehead; "I promise everything is going to be ok."

~Together Dante and the Dark Lord began the process of securing Leo within his wide cell...thick cuffs fit around his ankles and wrists...another around his neck. The chains themselves had been forged seamlessly that there would be no weakness as the fledgling strained against them...cuffs and chains had been forged from Abyssmal metal within those very same flames making it impossible for an escape. Lycan by nature where strong however there was an even greater strength within a newly changed beast...the confusion along with whatever last human thoughts or imagry may have been fuse into an untamed furosity.

Taking a few steps back...Roan looked to where Dante stood inspecting their work...he would nod in silent acknowledgment. Within a few hours the moon would begin its travels across the night sky...once it found its zenith it would stream into the cell. Milky orbs fixed upon the boy laying there in the throws of unconscious fever...his mind was a dorment hell simply awaiting release. When it did...setting the beast free...all that they had done would keep their loved ones...safe.~

It's time my old friend...wait here...I will retrieve his father. All that will remain is to wait...

~Slipping within the shadows...the Dark Lord streamed to the Chambers where Leonidas's family resided. He stepped out within their daughter Saffie's room looking in on her slumbering form. He had seen her many times within his minds eye...this however would be the first time Roan would physically view the child. Taking in a deep breath he would step forward gently brushing back a strand of hair releasing a small portion of refreshing energy within her slight form.~

Guard her well Wesa...she and her mother will go through much this night...

~A smile would be given to the cat who rested at the end of the bed just before the Dark Lord would turn exiting the room. It was a short walk to where Leonidas was attended by his wife...he knew they needed each others strength...and after viewing the scene again he knew what needed to be done. Stepping into the doorway Roan sent a calm into the room through the honeyed barritone of his soothing voice~

Leonias...Saura...it is good to see you both again. Forgive the intrusion...I will not stay long. I had promised to retrieve Leonidas once all preparations had been made...however...I believe it would be best suited that the two of you remain here. The wounds you have suffered my friend are not great...yet they are enough to fill the entire dungeons with the scent of your blood...to one who's senses are newly heightened that could be...devistating.

Stay with your wife Leonidas...give her the strength and comfort she needs from you now. Allow him this Saura...it will heal you both all the more that when you are again reunited with your son...you will have the strength to greet him...

~Roan looked between the two as he spoke...the calming affect he had sent within the room lingered...building until it would fill the room and linger long after he had gone. Stepping forward a hand would rest upon Leonidas's shoulder...the other cupping Saura's cheek. He remained that way offering unspoken reassurances for a few more moments before the shadows began to gather about him...taking him from the room to return him once more to the dungeons~

Fayte was drawn deeply within the depths of an induced slumber where all had been quiet...naught but darkness ensued here. Cool, serene and peaceful it was until the moment her physical self was taken from her dungeon cell and placed upon the feathered mattress of a massive bed. Moonlight bathed her prone body in it's soft evanescent glow. Still within the repose of sleep though this time through her own will the inward calm immediately turned into something akin to an abominable nightmare.

~ It was not the incessant whisper of her name that woke her within her dream state, nor was it the revolting scent of damp stone or the overpowering musk of mold. It was the frigid cold that woke her. A cold that seeped beyond the flesh, beyond muscle and bone but indomitably penetrated the marrow within. Shadowed orbs opened with frightening clarity and her lips parted in the throes of a silent scream. Fayte knew the moment her eyes opened exactly where she was. Stale water dripped in an unerring pattern to her left, echoing through the darkness in its continuity. Shadows hovered above her, twisting and writhing in a grotesque exhibition played by the backdrop of a single flickering brazier.

~ How had she got here? Was she not placed within the dungeon of Eternal by her mother's order? Or was that a dream conjured only to torment her with the longing of hope that it had brought her. In that dungeon she felt safe, secure, sheltered even. Free from the horror that resided here with her now. "NO!!!" she screamed this time out loud in the absolute refusal to believe she was back within her true prison. Pale hands lifted to blanket over tortured features covering the shame she felt.

~ For long moments she lie there in painful seclusion accompanied by the light sobs that drifted in echo's around the stillness of her form. The compelling whisper of her name caught and held her attentions drawing her anguish into that of fear. She could not deny her uncle's call nor pretend she did not hear whether she wanted to or not. This was hishis Abysmal plane. Everything that was her belonged to him...here she was no more then a pawn sitting upon his own personal chess board.

~ Fayte rose slowly kicking first her feet from the solid granite slab that served as her bed like altar before pushing herself off of it. Booted heels sunk deep within the unknown slick mire that coated the flagstones. Again her name was muttered in the darkness, forceful in it's will. Her steps carried her forwards as if on their own accord, moving through the thin flickering light shadowing the hall's lengthy passages. Even though she walked with her eyes sealed shut she knew the exact path to take. Fayte was afraid to once again open them to view the horrors that resided within Lac's Abyss.

~ The sounding click of scuttling talons greeted her as his guardian minions stepped out of her very path, though she could hear the continuous babble of demonic voices that moved behind to follow in her forward progress. The stench grew stronger, overpowering her senses and she knew she arrived within the vast expanse of his so called -throne- room. The moment her foot hit the first step leading upwards to her uncle's altar she fell to her knees upon it. Only then would chill amber spheres open to glare upon his form.

~ Once so long ago her gaze would have held naught but total love and adoration, but through all the lies and pain both physical and mental that worship soon turned to total and utter hate. The fault though was her own, she had made her mistake...and now she would live with the consequences. Her family had turned their backs upon her as she had to them...for what? For power? For the glory of the Empire all in her Uncle's name? The answers to all those questions were a simple yes. As a child she had been ambitious to the point of unwillingly destroying all those she had ever thought to love. Even then she was his puppet, controlled by his will alone. When she finally realized the true beast he was she tried to fight him to no avail. Fayte was easily overcome and imprisoned within herself in a comatose like sleep for centuries.

~ Lips parted once again in an attempt to demand the reason for his summons only to be interrupted by the harsh guttural grounding of Lac's words. "You have failed me once again, spawn of Amelee!" Fayte's eyes widened frightened by the accusation in his words. The demonic minions behind her began to converge closer as if awaiting their master's cue to attack. "Why is my true summons yet unanswered?" How could she fail to answer a summons when she was here now upon his first call. Her brows knit in confusion...what was he saying? What true summons? His voice continued on breaking through her thoughts. "You will rue the day you were born child if you fail to attend me with the information I seek by the next setting of the sun! Now go...."

~ She rose like a spring stumbling back into nothingness. A fierce joy arose within her for no more then the space of a heartbeat before falling away into fear. This had been no more then a nightmare...a mental summons that pulled Fayte inwardly into his Abysmal realm and not truly physically. Yet... Lac's will was once again set upon her and she had not the strength to fight it. Or did she? There was a strength supporting her...she could feel it or rather feel the one lending it to her. He was there standing by her side. Even though she could not see him she felt his presence...just as she always had.

~ Within the dream she reached for him, pale hands grasping frantically. At that moment the world supporting her seemed to have vanished from beneath and she fell. The darkness enclosed constricting around her descending form. Fayte's panicked thoughts formed his perfect image within her mind's eye the moment her mental voice shrieked outwards. "Roan!"

Her perspiration dampened body flailed upon the bed as she fought to pull herself from the nightmare induced by the Demon Lord. Sobs and murmured words had reverberated within the greater deity's sealed chambers. It was the comforting presence that drifted around her that ever so slowly drew her forth from the torment. Yet before she could pull herself fully from the slumber a single shift to the side sent her careening off the tall bed. Fayte hit the floor with a loud painful thump. Startled into awareness the mental shriek resounding again and again within her mind was no more then a precursor to the vocal scream of Roan's name.

With total solidarity Vanyel sat in his own personal suite of rooms. Sitting in a meditative position any onlooker would think him to be calm, serene, perhaps becoming one with everything, that is untill his eyes forcefully snapped open.
Crimson depths would frantically scrutinize every detail of his surroundings. Everything seemed to be in order, in its proper place but something felt wrong. Like being a stranger in a new land .He stood quickly to continue his inspection, closer this time perhaps then it would make sense. Confusion started etching into his features more and more, that is untill his gaze met a mirror. All other emotions were wiped clean by shock.

Were everything else was right he finally saw what was wrong. His clothes were wrong, his scar was no longer there and his hair, by the hells who cut his hair. Even though it was the same for almost everything else, could this really be his own body? That's when it finally dawned on him, the very reason he was alerted to begin with. His shadows, were gone. The very connection was no more, but yet he could still feel Shade. Rushing to the bedroom his eyes feel upon the sword immediatly.

He grabbed it up only to let it fall, the sword was nothing but a shell, the very spirit of Shade now lived in the metal gauntlets he now wore. Feeding off this confusion, familiar rage crept into his mind. The last thing he remembered was waiting to see his Aunt Amelee "Wait. That must be it." he said his voice more akin to a sinister growl, his breath quickening as the rage rooted itself deeper and deeper.. "They must have done something. They feared my potential, my destiny. Yes, it must be. They will pay!" he let out a horrid roar as a wave of energy was released all around him, shaking the rooms. "This power. Like my ki but different. It will do." he said quietly as he grabbed the sword and went to exit his suite. With fury tugging his strings he kicked out the door to the halls and have a look around, panting like a vicious beast. "I demand to speak with Amelee, NOW!" he shouted as his head peaked yet again,resulting in another release of energy. If someone didn't heed his call, well he just smiled at those possibilities.

“One day a hound, out hunting by himself, flushed a hare from a thicket and gave chase. The frightened hare gave the dog a long run and escaped. As the disappointed hound returned back towards home, a passing goatherd said jeeringly ‘You are a fine hunter! Aren’t you ashamed to let a little hare one-tenth your size give you the best of it?’

‘You forget,’ replied the hound, ‘that I was only running for my supper, but the hare was running for his life!’” – Aesop

The mage hurried as fast as his cumbersome robes allowed him. Turning from one corner to the next he wound his way through the castle, each step naught missing its mark. Ever since witnessing the carnage of the forests Cedric was deeply worried. Not only were there severe casualties showing that even some of the strongest minds and bodies of Eternal could not better the threat, the man could not shake the poisonous feeling that oozed through his mind. He could feel the Demon Lord’s power, although not at full potency it still carried the sickening undertones of power so grotesquely misshapen that it challenged to interfere with his own source of strength.

As his destination neared, Cedric slowed his pace, not wanting to barge in on the delicate situation Nicky and May must be going through. He padded towards the door, stopping before knocking. The mage could hear talking inside and managed to catch Nicky’s last words I never wanted you to find out like this… Cedric paused, somewhat ashamed of accidently eavesdropping. Perhaps he should wait? No! screamed his conscience, make haste, good man! What are you doing here contemplating like a child when serious damage could be averted by your presence?! He frowned in determination. Yes, Cedric would not stand still! Today will be a day when necessity is our strongest weapon!

Even with such fierce conviction he only managed a soft and polite knock on Nicky’s door. “Nicky? May?” Cedric called, his deep cultured voice so full of concern. “Is everything alright?”

I felt the long breath of pure exasperation leave my lungs and I looked to the ceiling as if to ask why. I had just reached the library doors where a sign had been posted that Cedric would be returning shortly. My hand had no more then reached the handle knowing that the Librarian would not mind if I waited inside for him when a familiar roar echoed through the halls. My Sire's brother was all too familiar to me as was his temperament. It would seem he was insistent upon seeing the Empress but with the rage he was in made it an impossibility. As my Sire was busy with the budding lycan it would be to me to deter the man.

Reluctantly I released the door handle giving it one last longing look before darting down the hall. As I ran I sent a flash image to my Sire letting him know what I had heard as well as my intent. Should he wish me to stop or to instruct my actions he could as I left the transfer open to his wishes. It would take a human's blinking eye for me to reach the hall where Van stood sword in hand roaring to the walls. A smirk played over my lips as I came to a stop just at the opposite end of the hallway. I couldn't help but find the image humorous and I knew my Sire would as well.

There was such a great difference in the brothers at times it was difficult to believe they came from the same father. Perhaps it was the weakness of the mother compared to the strength of the other that was the determining factor. All speculation aside there was a job to done.

I placed myself in the center of the hall in a very relaxed stance. Pushing up my glasses I placed my hands behind my back then spoke loudly that he may hear me over his own bellowing. "The Empress is indisposed at present. Is there something else I can do to assist you?"

Vanyel chuckled slightly as he saw Christian. His demeanor seemed to calm, except for the murderous intent those deep crimson orbs seemed to crave. "Well, well if it isn't my dear brother's lap dog. Perhaps I am a bit too emotional to have an audience with my dear aunt." Vanyel said his voice calm and even. With quickness Van drew his sword, pointing the crimson blade at Christian. "Perhaps then I should use you as a carving post, to sooth my frayed nerves." his words dripped with hatred as his voice once more became something akin to a growl. Though with a deep breath and a sigh calmness would again seem to prevail. Even his voice would drop to a soft tone as his lowered his sword. "You know me fairly well, yes? Then perhaps you've seen. The scar my brother left of, a scar I have yet to repay, is gone. As if the event itself never even happened. The connection with my shadows, is severed." at this rage would once again start to build within his frame.

Crimson arcs of energy started to dance across his gauntlets, drawing his gaze down to them. "This is a power I've never wielded before, I do not fully understand it. This is wrong, it is not my body." Vanyel struggled to keep his voice from reverting to that primal growl. His right hand gripped tightly the hilt of his sword. Though the murderous glare and hissing tone he would produce as best be described a mirror image of his father, Lac. "So either tell me what it is that they have done to me, or take me to Amelee. If needed I shall carve away your flesh from your bones untill I am satisfied that you have no answers."

~Deep within the darkened depths the sound of his name shattered the silence...it was such a heart rending cry that he instantly sent his full attentions to his chambers. The ring upon her finger had been used to summon Fayte or at least her unconscious mind...in her sleep induced state it had been difficult to descern dream from reality. Without thought the Dark Lord began the process of seperating himself...he had done this many times in the past but had not attempted it since the last time it had had such disasterous affects.

As Roan began to form the illusion that would be his alternate self his awareness would immediately be within...he began the necessary adjustments before sending his second self down to the dungeon's where Dante would be awaiting his return. He would then divert his path speeding to his chambers.

Entering the room long strides would carry him around the bed where she had fallen...look of deep concern passed over his features...milky orbs instantly melded to a deep forest green as he reached out both physically and mentally. With his mind he further fortified the magics of the room giving them extra protection as well as blocking any form of entry from all accept himself. He would further lace a masking spell that would keep any physical...mental...or even sensory probes from finding anything within the many rooms. With his hands he would tenderly lift Fayte from the floor only to pull her into his lap where he would hold her tightly~

Your safe...he can not harm you...I'm here now...

~His arms would enfold her so completely that her frame would seem to disappear within their embrace...his fingers would begin to slowly thread through her hair as his lips would lower to kiss her crown...her forehead...her temples...and along her jaw. The hand that had so lovingly ran through her thick mane now brushed over her neck to cup her chin lifting her features that she may look within his eyes and know he was really there~

"You have a plethora of descriptive vernacular at your disposal and the best you could come up with is 'lap dog'?" I drew out the final words in disgust. Are you sure this is your brother Sire? My head would shake as I let out a long drawn out sigh. "What was your second choice 'boot licker' perhaps?"

I stood looking down the hall at the man known as Vanyel. We had known each other through my Sire. Their hatred for each other was legendary. Something I could easily see from the very first meeting. My Sire was refined and while he felt emotions as strongly as any other he was not driven by their passions. He had learned the lesson long ago that this other had not. To be a slave to ones emotion is to be enslaved by any who knew so great a weakness. A blind man could have seen by the way Vanyel swing from calm to rage that this would be a short encounter.

I took a deep breath nearly yawning in boredom as I looked about the hallway taking note of measurements and placements of both doors and parapets. Taking up a relaxed stance one arm would cross while the other hand lifted to tap thoughtfully at my chin. "I was on my way to the library before you began this little tirade. Perhaps you should join me." My arms would lower as I turned sideways in invitation. "We could work a bit on your vocabulary. That way when the Empress is free you can do more then simply grunt and stamp your feet by way of communication."

At this point I turned my back fully to him keeping my damphiric senses at full alert. I would lift my hand to motion that he should follow as I took a single step forward to walk away.

The Council Chambers closed ominously behind her and the guard standing beside her lifted the fur coat that she had tossed his way when entering the room. The young woman waved it away, a clear furrow between her brows forming. During the whole meeting with her mother and aunt she could not get that damned man-boy from her mind. Christian. How dare he assume the place to shuffle her deftly into the council and closing the door behind her! Temper rolled through her body, the first line of defence against insecurity, the one thing she could claim came directly from her mother. Theadra had imagined various scenarios in her mind as the council spoke of this and that but she hardly paid attention. She could have let her mind’s eye wander over them again for the reader’s pleasure but most involved him crying and her laughing in triumph. Theadra always had an overactive imagination. She paused for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her mind before a thought struck her. “Excuse me…” she started, turning to the guard that held her fur stole like it was a live, biting animal. “Have you seen a young man…so high” she motioned with a hand “dusky blonde hair, spectacles?” Her voice was sweet, honeyed in order to coax as much information from the guard “Uh…” he replied “Yes…he went into the direction of the library.”

At once Theadra was off, striding with fierce conviction towards the library. She knew this place like the back of her hand. Some things had changed, of course but the layout was more or less the same. She had run through these halls with gay abandon at the horror of the staff and officials that usually stayed here. Voices stopped her however, a growling, low voice followed by a soft cultured one. She had found him. Limp hands hung by her side and fingers crackled with sparks that threatened ignition at the prospect of meeting him again. She would set his damn coat on fire. See how he felt. She walked slowly, casually as he did before in a mocking fashion. Soon she would come in Vanyel’s view. He had not seen his niece since she was a child and now coming around the corner was a vision in emerald dress and jewels carrying the physique of a woman, no longer a girl. But her face…that jaw line, those sensual lips and cat-like eyes was picturesque of his enemy – her father. She paused as though recognizing him. Something was going on here and Christian was about to leave with this man that was nothing but a fleeting memory. She walked past nonchalantly, casting a smug smile his way as fingers lifted ever so slightly, spitting into life as a tiny ember of flame was flicked to the bottom of his coat in attempt to cast it alight.

All in all the encounter with Roblen did not last at long as I had expected nor hoped. Although even as I stood there playing as that silent unemotional husk leaning back along his usual placement against the wall, I could not only see but sense that I had gotten his full attention. Perhaps even irked him a little more then I had first intended. A smile drew slowly across my features as I remained long after he moved off and disappeared from sight. It was amazing to me even long after he left how his scent still lingered so strongly, almost but not quite tempting me to follow. With a will I did not know I possessed I held my place for to follow at this time would most likely lead to my demise. My shadow flame was in no mood to be toyed with...well not yet at least.

Pushing from the wall I leaned down and snatched up the discarded cherry cigarette he had flicked at my feet. Dark brows knit together as I interpreted its meaning as a sign that pretty much screamed 'Stay away from me.' Well that was too bad for I had no intention of doing such! Shaking my head I moved towards the wide doorway dropping the now unlit smoke next to the opened bottle of Arcian Whiskey. Yes, there was no doubt in my mind he would soon return in order to play our little cat and mouse game.

Stepping from the room I paused and glanced towards the long hall leading towards the Council Room. A quick mental scan told me all was now quieting down within...which in itself was a relief . After all I did not want my grandmother to feel any undue stress with her current condition and all. Turning away I began in the direction of the library if I could not pester my beloved Roblen then perhaps Christian would be up for the challenge. Anyway I still had quite some time to kill before Lord Roan would wish to seek me for our promised talk.

With a sigh I paused before massive library doors and quickly scanned the parchment hovering before them. 'Be back in 5 minutes.' Okay then... I thought silently to myself before turning away and glancing up the stairwell leading towards the resident's apartments. Something was definitely up. I could hear Christian answering someone. Subdued yet in a way his tone carried a hint of sarcasm...very unusual for him. "Boot licker?" My lips formed the words and I lifted the heavy hem of my verdant green gown and slowly carefully made my way up the steep stairwell.

I stopped just before the landing and poked my head around the corner. From this vantage point I could see no other but Theadra and Christian himself. My hand lifted to cover the gasp of surprise pushing past my lips. Dear gods...did Christian really just insult Thea's vocabulary before accusing her of grunting in stamping her feet by way of communication!? Dante would kill him. What to do...what to do?! I thought frantically to myself at the same time feeling that familiar flare of kinetic energy that carried none other then Thea's own heat signature.

She was going to burn Christian! My instincts told me to move around the corner and loudly declare myself hopefully putting a stop to this verbal altercation. But then again would he not deserve it for insulting her in the first place? Perhaps he did but it would no doubt be cruel of me to stand by and allow my future closest friend and my future cousin to have it out in this manner. "Hello! Is anyone up here?" I stated loudly announcing myself yet keeping myself upon the stairwell away from their sight. "It seems the library is closed...does anyone know when Ced...err the librarian will return to open? Its been well over five minutes...."

*continued from Castle Main*
He really was a prisoner of the world where he came from wasn't he? From the way his lifestyle is, Rayne would count her blessings that Roan ended that type of madness. That was while she was belonging to him, and a master that everyone wished they could belong to. He seemed to be the opposite, someone who appeared to be a tormenting one. A soul living in a state of despair. Not allowed to take any enjoyment of the world, the description that he gave of the music he was allowed to listen to didn't sound like the type that could put the spirit at ease either.

Goosebumps ran down her spine at the thought of living in such a state. Her tell someone who never harmed her to go back to that world and never return? She would constantly beat herself up and worry about her being at fault for his insanity. Logan appeared to be sane at the moment, he hasn't suggested anything to prove himself otherwise. Her years were spent learning to find joy in helping others and he made her feel needed. Picking the instrument off the shelf in which it rested, she went to walk over towards the edge of her bed, to sit down. A few strokes of the hand ran over the strings, testing the notes, to tune it where was needed. "It makes sense, to only be touchable when you desire it, or will it to be done...." She wasn't the greatest in the world with magic, but she could hold her if she needed to, and if something was explained to her she could pick it up and understand. Didn't mean she could figure out how to do it just by a couple descriptions of it, but she can get a basic understanding.

Confusion perked as he was trying to tell her something, perhaps something she did wrong? No??? He was searching for words when... What had this wytch done to him that he seemed to be treading cautiously about what she wishes of him when he came to get away from despair? The magic of the spell sent him to her, there had to have been some reason for the magics to have singled her out. "Sounds like you get told enough of what to do elsewhere. Here with me, please do as you will. You haven't done anything to suggest that you would harm me, and my instincts tell me to trust you Logan. I will be looking forward to the next time you decide you need a break." She gave a smile even as she hit a sour note. Oh dear, she reached forward, adjusting the string and rehitting the note. Ahh, better. She didn't have any particular song in mind, but allowed her hands to pick for her. Playing a song soft enough to hopefully not have him fight to be heard over. She was feeling calm and happy, so the notes sang to reflect that. "To be honest, when your hand was on my shoulder, I wasn't sure if it was safe or not to touch you. Or see if I could... The last thing I wanted was to upset you and cause you to leave sooner than you had or wanted to." This was defiantly an unusual event, meeting Logan, but so far, it didn't seem like a bad thing. "Want to make sure you know your welcome anytime. If you want to just be a lingering voice that's fine, if you wish to feel that's fine too."

He listened to the golden notes that sprung gently from the harp, his experienced ear sharpened at each sound that rang true. The ones that were out of tune were easy enough to fix, as he hovered a little closer to her. The sounds she made while moving about suggested that she was sitting on her bed... So... then where did that leave him? It wasn't proper for him to be on her bed... though really, he would only be sitting on it... sort of... if he gave himself a solid form... but it was much easier to think of himself as a being rather than just plain air... it was just too strange to think about being anything smaller than himself or taking any other shape or form. Strangely, she seemed to understand what he was trying to explain... Which of course, only brought to mind something else, "Do you study magic then? Or is it just something that is a part of you to do?" Did that make sense? He rolled his eyes to himself, almost like if he could throttle himself, he would. It wasn't that he didn't know how to have small talk, or how to behave... but this kind of conversing was sparse and yet it was almost a relief to get some respite to just simply be.

There was a string of notes, that Terra couldn't get right... As he went towards her he asked, "May I?" If she would allow him to do so... Very gently, first figuring out exactly where her hand was with psychic probe, he let his fingers touch over hers. She would feel his hand as if he was behind her, lead her fingers towards the knobs. His voice seemed to be close to her ear as he said softly, "You tightened the string just a little too much... it's better to do one tenth of a turn instead of fifth so that it rings truer... and you wouldn't have to waste so much much time tuning it, while your listeners get too impatient." A silent smile, as he recalled that she said that she played for the children. "You're not going to be playing twinkle, twinkle, little star, are you?" He chuckled as he suddenly withdrew to give her space.

When he touched her, she would feel that he was on the cool side, hands that were gentle and calloused in some places perhaps that didn't make sense. He was able to feel the softness of her hands, and allowed her scent to embrace him... Even though she had given him permission, at the moment he was just content enough to just have a few snatches. He sat near her with out actually giving any weight to his form, and he was momentarily surprised once again as he replied with a hint of astonishment, "Thank you... For giving me the choice... You really would not mind... if I come back?" Would he come back? He had a feeling he would... He had found his small yet certainly not insignificant sanctuary it seems... He had to think for a moment though... as he slowly replied, "You can touch me if you wanted to... You would really just have to let me know, or at least remind me... I won't get upset, I'm still trying to figure it all out... I didn't know what to expect when I got here, so it was just easier to come without the weight... and then not think of it..."

He listened to the soft music she played, the way the notes ran into another in it's melodic tune, he could not see how she was doing but judging by the sound he said, "You play very well... I bet you used to put all the children to sleep for their naps within ten minutes... Did you like taking care of them?" He remembered she said something about the empress.... and he had to wonder exactly where on earth was he? But in a way he didn't want to know, he was more curious about how she came to be still here if from what she was talking... the children have grown up enough that they might not need her anymore.

A white hot heat coursed through my veins entrapping me within my own lifeless body. Much like steel thrust into the blacksmiths fire I burned in transition made ready for the coming transformation. Though I knew not what it would entail I could feel myself alter dying bit by bit only to be reborn. My mind shied away from the meaning only to be thrust back into its full awareness by the flashes of my final memories. Before me was my love lying beneath my brother frightened and crying out to me. Then my brother was beneath me my sword buried within his chest. The sickening sound of crunching bone and rending flesh filling the void between my endless screams. Finally there was the beasts eyes’ piercing through my very soul holding me as helpless as a child until its teeth could sink deep within my flesh.

I writhed within my physical coffin tormented by the body's metamorphosis and my minds taunting. Seconds ticked into eternity with no hope of alteration. Insanity would soon take me if I could not find focus. A single strand to clutch like a child clings to its single sense of security. Frantically I searched swimming through all I ever knew and just as the eye of the storm sends a ray of light within the darkest night so too did my salvation.

She came as quietly as whisper entreating me to be still that I may hear her voice. Her light was before me beckoning me to simply remember to move past the torment to be near to her once more. Inch by inch I clawed my way through thrusting aside the pain turning from the memories until all that lay before me was the glory of her face.

'Maybelle', her name was now upon that inner voice calling with the grating of misuse. 'Maybelle', my mind called yet again strength begining to rise as I felt myself shooting upward toward consciousness. 'Maybelle', my lips now moved with my minds voice entreating her begging her to free me from the darkness. "Maybelle," I could now hear my own voice as air pushed past punished vocal cords.

My eyes shot open as a ragged breath caught within my throat threatening to chock the very life out of me. I did not merely sit up but rather shot upward the fear of what may have become of her striking to the core. I surged forward with a new found strength only to feel myself pulled back sharply. Confusion began to take hold as I looked down to the heavy chains securing me to the floor. There were shackles about my wrists and ankles as well as a single thick band of iron binding my throat.

"No.." I clutched at the chains pulling them as if by force of will I could break their hold. I felt panic rise within me as her face remained at the forefront of my awareness. I had to find her. I had to know what has become of her and I could not do so here. "NO!" Again the strength surged through me like that of a thousand men. "MAYBELLE!" I lifted my head to cry out and it was then that the brilliance of the moon's light touched upon my face.

Leo's mouth remained agape in a strangled cry as the fullness of the moon came into view. Chocolate orbs began to glow golden as the beast within roused. Nails began to lengthen to sharpen into razor tipped talons. Hair began to grow and thicken to a golden bronzed fur. His face began to contort the lower half elongating and row upon row of fanged teeth began to form. What remained of his clothing began to tear away under the growing mass of his newly forming body. Leo was being fashioned under the beasts hammer moulded into a half man half beast abomination.

His body folded into itself as bones began to shatter only to be realigned. Over and over he cried out his own voice becoming less of a mans and more of the snarling wolf. As quickly as it had begun the transformation completed and for a few brief moments he remained standing his upper body folded inward. The sounds of breath, heavy as it pulled within the expanded lungs, was the only sound that could be heard.

Leo's thick fur began to bristle upon his back and in a sudden leap he threw himself toward the bars straining against his iron fetters. His massive head again lifted as a mournful howl was sent up to the moon itself. It was the same name he had called within his final hours of humanity only now the beast must make its plea. For a moment his head would lower shaking the chains and tearing at the flesh until crimson began to smatter his golden mane. Straining ever muscle Leo would again lift his head sending his cry into the night.

Was that her sister she seen going up the stairs a moment ago? Cecillia wondered as she would have to catch up to her. "If I may be excused please?" Ceci nodded in respect, before beginning heading towards the stairs. Moving up and by the time she got to the next floor, Rayne was not in sight... Oh dear... Maybe if she... Cecillia wandered, hopefully finding somewhere or someone that can straighten her out in the right direction. Corner after corner Cecillia finally heard some racket...

Egh... Following the sounds of the voices anyways, the youngest of triplets decided that maybe someone would stop yelling long enough to point her in the direction of her eldest sister. What she saw is two men and Thea, with another stranger asking about a librarian. Hmmmm... The woman with an eye covered looked around. Thea seemed rather annoyed with this guy (Christian) that greeted her at the entrance, and he seemed to know her....

Hmmmmm... She didn't know anything about the family, that Christian was merely a servant of her father, so the usual comment about brains didn't apply. Nobody seemed to be upset with him escorting her when Thea seemed surprised by him. "Is he an ex?" Cecillia asked, noting the attempt to give Christian an... enlightening experience by the jacket.... People generally gave the ex boyfriends hell.... "Uh... hi!"

Cecillia was friendly towards them, remembering she is a stranger in the home. At least she knows one person here, as her older brother is doing something and she lost track of where Rayne went.

His hand, as she could sense him right next to her again as he wished to help. Keeping in mind that he had said not too long ago about not being able to see her, she would do more than nod. She would vocally agree, not by word but by a positive sound. The chill of his hand against her warm one wasn't surprising, but she wasn't used to it. The roughness of a couple areas didn't seem to be much shock value either. "For some strange reason it always gets turned too far. swear at times it does that just to pick on me." She realized that he was only teasing, she mentioned playing for children and had wanted to play for him. "Not quite the song I had in mind, if you would like to hear it next I shall be happy to oblige."

He sounded, Logan, it reminded her of the day she had her first choice in life. Something other than to run away or be a slave. The town she was in was horrible if you were of lower social status... She was given a choice to risk being sold to someone who would continue to abuse her, or take the therapeutic task of chasing after children and still be close to the young lady who had been responsible for changing her life. Maybelle was never one that took long to win the hearts and minds of anyone she meets.

'Terra' would nod, as she truly felt him to be a welcome presence. "Your welcome. I would love to see you beyond this one instance." She paused to listen to his thoughts on her touching him, realizing the failure to answer the previous question. "The use of magic is a common trait in my family. I study it when I realize there may be something of use, am strong enough to get by most situations at this point. Your form reminds me of the former ghost that lives around here."

The tune that she played, it was one that she knew well enough to let her digits find the chords without much thought, the song was turning out to be right. Between her ears and training, it didn't take much thought behind it. "Sometimes yes. Depending on if they wanted to take a nap or not. It does help with nightmares time to time. Taking care of the children in the castle was the primary duty, since the time I was... selected... for that task, it have found to be therapeutic."

The sounds of howling came through the unknown night time skies... Like really? Why did it sound seem like it came from inside the castle itself? From what she could think, Devlin shouldn't have had a lycan form tonight or was she to be mistaken? She knew he was back, that much was obvious from earlier. If not him, than who? Rayne had a feeling, continuing to play the song, a feeling that she really didn't want to know what to think. Still, last time she checked it was still daylight, has that much time really passed spending time talking to Logan? Was she really that engrossed that she lost track of all time.

"I am guessing since you helped me tune this that you can play? Thank you for the complement by way, it's appreciated." she was curious, more of something to talk about. As she thought about being able to touch him and what he was saying. That he didn't know what situation he was coming into. Luck was on his side today as it brought him to a peaceful situation rather than a rampaging chaos.

He held his daughter for a long time both remaining in silence. Had it been under normal circumstances he would have questioned if she were ill. Maybelle was not one to be so quiet for so long unless she was unwell. As it was these were definitely not normal circumstances so the lack of speech seemed almost right. He had given her a great deal to think about. The revelation of her mother as well as the understanding of the change she was going through. Not to mention the drink he had given her moments before. It was something she desperately needed right now whether she knew it or not but in and of itself would be a vast amount of confusion.

The knock at the main door caused him to start only to relax at the sound of his old friend’s voice. "I'll be right there," he lifted his head to call out then looked back at his daughter. "I'm going to go talk to Cedric but I'm not leaving. I will be right back I promise." He would kiss her cheek then give a reassuring squeeze. "I love you."

He would look over his shoulder several times before leaving her room just to see if there were any changes. Furrowing his brows in yet another wave of concern he would quickly make his way to their residence's main door. "Cedric," he would open the door then stand to the side, "come in." He would wait there for him to enter then close the door behind him. "Have a seat my friend. I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me."