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Hi, my name is Thayne
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 | [Blood Drenched Daggers] [[Chapter Three]] |
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 4.92 with 12 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-03-02 09:42:51 |
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Thanks Miranda/kklover9 for Nova
Thanks Izzy_zy_Rocker for Karina
Thanks Susie/wittlepunkerXx for Emily
[[Blood Drenched Daggers]]
[[Chapter Three]]
Nova screamed at the sight of the two women, more so at the one covered by glistening scales, the blood of her foe trickling down her nails. Her head whipped round, her eyes glaring at Nova’s small figure, as Thayne stood, unfazed by the fighters.
“Get out.” The woman growled, her voice hostile, as she backed towards the swamp.
“I need what I need.” The vampire hissed.
“Then you’ll pay for it.” The woman flipped backwards, climbing at an alarming speed; into the top of one of the trees that the house was build between.
Everything fell silent, as the vampire’s gaze fell upon Thayne and Nova.
“Who are you?” She asked, her voice sweet and gentle, but, cautious as she watched for a sign of her opponent.
“I am Nova, Princess of Atalan.” Nova squeaked.
“I am Thayne, rebel, rogue, a possessor of a scar. And yourself?” Thayne’s lips curved into a smirk.
“I am Emily Thorne, I am a traveller.” She eyed Thayne curiously as his eyes kept darting upwards as if he was tracking the woman Emily was fighting.
“W-w-what are t-t-t-those?” Nova stuttered, referring to Emily’s fangs.
“Fangs....” Emily shrugged as if it was a well known fact, obviously it was, but Nova had never been allowed to leave the castle, at least no without many body guards.
“Thayne...what was that...that...thing?” Nova asked as Thayne shushed her.
“WATCH OUT!” Thayne lunged forward, tackling the woman who had pounced out of the tree, prepared to tackle Emily, but instead was tackled to the ground by Thayne.
Thayne pinned her down, her ice blue eyes filled with rage, but deep inside, he could see hurt, sorrow, and rejection. Struggling for freedom, the girl frozen, her eyes meeting his. It was as if they were slicing passed the layers of each other’s souls. A large force thrust Thayne off of her, as she flipped to her feet. Thayne gripped where she had kneed him in the ribs.
“Thayne! LET’S JUST GO!” Nova screamed.
“Both of you leave!” He shouted sternly, referring to Emily and Nova, both small, petite girls, and it was obviously the girl standing before Thayne, prepared for a fight, was experienced, hurt, angry, and strong.
“NOVA!” Nova gulped, and reluctantly grabbed Emily’s hand, pulling her into the bushes.
“Who are you?” The girl hissed, circling Thayne like a shark.
“I could ask you the same question.”
The girl wore a black off the shoulders dress. It had rips that had been covered by neon green lace, the ends of the black skirt tattered and uneven. She had black boots that cut off at her knee. Her dirty blonde locks curling around her curves.
“What’s with the scar?” The girl continued to circle as Thayne began to do the same.
“A curse, bestowed upon me on birth. What’s with the scales?”
“You might say a curse. Both my parents are human, your regular, indifferent peasants.”
“Why do you live out here?”
“I believe it is my turn to question you. What are YOU doing out here?” She spat as Thayne shrugged.
“Travelling. I wish to remove my curse. Now answer me, why do you live out here?”
“When you look like I do, you are never accepted. You are beaten, verbally abused, whipped, shunned from society. Out here, I am alone, and there is no judgement for how I look. I ran away after my mother and father locked me in the basement on my twelfth birthday. They planned to let me rot beneath their house, I had to run, I had to escape.” She slowed her circling, her nerves relaxing slightly as Thayne came to a halt, allowing her to circle him.
“Why are you not attacking yet?” She asked curiously.
But before she could even blink she was pinned to the ground, unable to move.
“Now my final question.” She squinted her eyes closed, prepared for his fist to collide with her face.
“What is your name?” Thayne asked his face inches away from hers.
“Karina...Karina Nimbur.”
“I am Thayne Goody. How long have you been out here?”
“I thought you did not have any more questions....I am seventeen now, I have been here for just over five years.” Her voice filled with sorrow, as she turned her head away from Thayne’s.
Suddenly she was pulled to her feet, Thayne gripping her shoulders tightly.
“You are my captive.” He stated.
“Excuse me?”
“Travel with me. See the world; do not hide your face.” He said with a wide grin.
“I cannot. Leave. Leave now.” Karina stated, turning her back to him.
“Understood.” Thayne ran back into the forest, calling for Nova.
“THAYNE!” Nova embraced her friend.
“Poor Emily. She was attacked by a Romanian vampire over TWO HUNDRED years ago!” Nova cried.
“And she was to be married! But once bitten, she fled, she fled the country!” Nova added.
“I see you have gotten along with the vampire.”
“She is a sweet girl, despite the large fangs. And...you of all people understand what it is like to lose your family, to never see them again.” Nova replied softly as Thayne’s gaze lowered to his feet.
“Perhaps... the Spirit King could help her.” Thayne thought out loud.
“The who?” A voice came from behind Nova, where Emily stood, her pale lifeless cheeks reddened slightly.
Thayne strode towards her, bringing his face to level with hers.
“The single being who can remove this, remove my curse.” Thayne whispered as her blush deepened.
“I know this forest; I could find you a place to set up camp. But, I make no promises.” Emily piped.
Thayne nodded, taking Nova’s hand, and following Emily. As they came to a secluded area, a patch of grass, hidden by a large amount of thick trees. Thayne tied a large waterproof blanket from to four trees so that it would shield most of the small patch of grass. The blanket was tied high above the ground, and just below it hammocks were tied, made on thick cloth from Nova’s room in the palace.
“Thayne. I miss Romania.” Emily whispered as Nova had fallen into a soft sleep.
Thayne made sure Nova was wrapped up tight, before turning to face Emily.
“How old have you been for these two hundred years?”
“Eighteen, I was bitten almost three months after my birthday, the night before my wedding day. By my fiancée.” She pulled her knees up to her body, sighing into them.
“Today is my eighteenth birthday. My mother died on my first birthday, my father murdered her.” Thayne sighed as Emily looked up at him.
“I am sorry.” She climbed to her feet, taking Thayne’s hand lightly.
“I will travel with you.” She said smiling warmly.
“You best get some rest. Goodnight.” He replied taking his hand out of hers gently.
She nodded, feeling slightly hurt, before climbed into her hammock. Thayne sighed and climbed into his. He closed his eyes, falling asleep softly. Closer, and closer they got before gently carrying Thayne away from the girls, grabbing his bag that had within it the only map they had to lead them.
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