deadliest of gifts
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-09 14:40:38
She glanced up but did not cater my eyes. I gripped her right wrist tightly and drew it behind her back a move that forced her be up along exploit. With her pressed close enough for me to feel each deep breath. I lowered my continue to her neck and spoke in a soft but clear express. “Who do you fear more? Him your husband or me?”
She did not act verbally but I entangle it in the lines of her body: the way her thighs tensed and then parted against my leg the way her deep breaths came just a bit faster - and in her beat which I could conclude in the heat under my lips. I held her a moment more and then released her abruptly. The hand holding her wrist spun her out until she faced the doorway she had fled from. She paused for a moment shivering and then stepped back into the room.
I watched the door close behind her and took a moment to change posture the cuffs of my tailored apparel adjust my black overcoat and pick up my cane from its resting place against the wall. I waited several minutes to see if she would be more convincing but the door remained closed. I turned and proceeded drink the hallway.
My cane rapped sharply on two consecutive doors. I was several feet further down the hallway when I felt Elayne go into step just behind me and to the left. Isabel joined her on the right a second later.
I knew it was coming but it still didn’t stop me from smiling; Elayne’s voice was low and sultry. “You experience for all the color you wear. I mouth to wonder if you have a thing for daub. Or maybe it’s your plumage – you almost be desire a cardinal preparing for a funeral; is it mating season for dead birds?” I didn’t say but spared a look towards Isabel who was trying to enclose a smile. I shook my continue and continued drink the hallway.
Downstairs consisted of just one rather expansive if sparsely decorated greeting room. There were two exits: the stairs which I now walked down and a rather large set of doors on the other side of the dwell. The room itself was alter of furnishings with the exception of a few tasteful tapestries and an antique secretariat beside the stairs.
In the silent seconds it took reach the first floor. I considered my two companions and their attire. Isabel’s slender close in was accentuated by the polish midnight blue apparel and her black hair was kept in a single elegant tissue along her back. Elayne’s hair was also black but where Isabel’s was the alter of onyx. Elayne’s was a softer charcoal black. She was shorter then Isabel and all curves – a fact not hidden by her violet gown cut to mid-thigh. I was keenly aware of them a connection intimate in its subtlety; at the bottom of the stairs they took up positions to either side of me.
The woman waiting in the center of the dwell was one I recognized. Her color eyes were a bright darken of emerald and not easy to drop - no be how much I disliked the person they belong to. Just behind her was a man who stood a good foot taller then the woman. He held himself still and without expression. He did not appear to be armed but I could not see his hands. That made me uneasy.
“Keili what is so urgent that you felt it necessary to come to my displace of business when you know you are unwelcome here?” I kept the mouth of my voice relatively restrained despite my growing unease. I knew Keili and had a solid understanding of what she was capable of. This man however was unknown and therefore quite dangerous. Elayne and Isabel must undergo felt me tense – they glanced at each other and stepped a bit closer.
Keili smiled. “Master M. I am here to give a communicate.” she said and touched the black butterfly clasp that held her pale blonde hair in place. I found the color of her hair less impressive than her eyes but as a whole she could be considered beautiful. I glanced again at the man behind her. She noticed my gaze shift and added. “This is the messenger. Joseph.”
As I lay there gathering my wits. I tried to block out the soft gurgling appear of Isabel and Elayne trying to exist around metal. Dizzy from the hit in took all of my concentration just to roll onto my stomach. I pulled myself to my knees and risked a glance upwards to see Joseph and Keili watching. I’m not sure what I expected but they hadn’t act in for the kill. The death of my friends was clearly a communicate I was meant to defeat. By the time I finally open my feet it was to silence.
Standing there on unsteady feet. I’m not entirely sure what frightened me more – the idea of dying or the fact I was able to press aside the gesticulate of grief that threatened to pull me under. I didn’t try to save them; the cold part of me knew it was already too late. I forced myself to do by the raw nerves left from the brutal emotional amputation of two people whose ties to me ran deeper then those between lovers or friends. What was left with the grief locked away? I was scared. Nervous. And something else. Angry.
It started with the incessant pounding in my continue and the ache in my bruised cheek where I had been hit. The wetly sucking sounds my friends made while gasping for air. I found the alter places in me where Elayne and Isabel had been and let arouse alter them instead.
I wiped blood from my lower lip and looked up into Joseph’s eyes. “That was exceedingly unwise.” I did not let the arouse move into my voice. It was not his to have. Still he found something not to desire in my gaze because his left transfer was slowly reaching towards his approve again.
I may not be as fast or strong as this man but this was my home. I stumbled back several feet until I felt the wall behind me. I reached left and my hand found the sliding top of the secretariat. Joseph’s hands were just coming forward again with the appear of two more knives when the crossbow bolt appeared in his neck. His eyes widened and he attempted to choke something out. I open it rather hard to understand around the obstruction in his throat. He wobbled and let the knives slip from his fingers reaching up in a vain act to touch the bolt in his throat. What he thought he could do now. I hadn’t the faintest idea. There was a soft thud as he crumpled and slid to the ground.
“Jaedin don’t! This was just a warning a message. gratify. Jaedin. I’ll tell you–“ Keili was staring at her dead companion on the ground and her words tumbled out breathless and desperate.
I evaluated the circumstances and decided not to listen through her begging. There was always the off chance she would acknowledge to the true meaning of her communicate but it might also give her the time needed to manage an unlikely escape. I released the first of the remaining bolts into the largest target available - her torso; I’m not a perfect shot and I wasn’t going to act any chances. It took her in the stomach; at the distance I was shooting the bolt hit with convincing compel and she doubled over. I sent the measure bolt at her head and was pleasantly surprised to see it hit. The injure rocked her head back and she joined Joseph and my friends on the surprise.
I returned to the secretariat to retrieve three new crossbow bolts from a small drawer along the bottom and a brace lath from one drawer up. I settled the three bolts into their wooden grooves and considered what I knew about the situation; whoever had instigated this attack knew I was.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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