Speech Glossary

::Telepathy::
/Jornal Entry/
//Thoughts//
"Speech."
*indescribable action*

Chapter 4

"Tension... It's so cold... I can't breathe..."

Ayla said softly as her pale hand lifted to her chest, her tiny fingers pulled at the cloth. After about half an hour of dealing with the Elves, Maeglin, Teshyra, Linesse, and Ayla were on their way back to Broken Manor, which was Amarra's estate. The elf priestess glanced to her.

"What's wrong Miss Ayla?"

"He's struggling... It hurts... It hurts so much..." A soft whimper came from the brunette as she curled her arms around her her frail frame, her body shaking uncontrollably. Teshyra made a soft glance down to Maeglin. ::We are almost there...:: The draco replied, as if he had seen the question in her faded green eyes. Tears had begun to slide down Ayla's cheek and Linesse embraced her, trying to comfort her.

"I wasn't allowed to tell anyone..."

Yavie's soft tone replied as her legs dangled on the outside window sill, Mateo stood just behind her with his arms wrapped gently around her waist. His chin rested upon her shoulder as both sets of blue eyes shot up to the ceiling when they heard the dull thump of Maeglin landing on the roof.

"That violin... Maeglin...�

Ayla quietly inquired, as if she was in pain from it's absence, the draco quickly turned back into his human form. He paused, his golden orbs scanning her before he vanished, reappearing closer to the girl, the instrument in his hand. Her fingers slid around the neck of the small wooden instrument, taking it from him before wandering across the roof.

"Will she be alright?"

The elf questioned as she glanced at Maeglin. The draco smiled and turned, taking the hand of his wife while placing his arm on his daughter.

"Aye... But I have this feeling... She won't be alone for long..."

He replied, leading the two over to the stone elevator. Falling to a sit on the tilted part of the roof, green hues scanned the scenery as the tucked the larger part of the violin under her chin, holding it between her chin and her shoulder. Lifting the bow to the neck, she strummed off a soft tone, which soon turned into a rhythmic melody as other tones joined the first.

It was entrancing...

Hypnotic...

Spellbinding and it was calling.

Softly moving down the hall, Korbin's hand rested on the doorknob of his room when the soft tune of the violin enchanted his thoughts and when he found himself moving again, he was curious for not even he knew where his feet were leading him. His dark hues glazed as he grew closer to the sound. The door he left behind slowly opened, dark orange orbs peering out the crack. A soft growl escaped her lips as her orbs narrowed, focusing on the faint glow coming from his neck.

"She'd better not...� Amarra's voice was low as her nails cracked the soft wood door. �I'll fucking kill her..." She looked to the ceiling. �Promise or not...�

As those words slipped her lips, Korbin vanished as the draco hit the edge of the hall. His glazed hues fell on the girl who was playing the entrancing spell. Coiling around her was a band of white magic. The draco soon fell half-lidded as he was lost in the illusion. He was standing in front of a cage, blood oozed out from the bottom and between the bars. His hand touched the metal bars and suddenly jerked away, they were like ice. His dark eyes stared hard into the cage and there he saw the soft movement of pale hands, within the creature�s lap was him. Korbin couldn't bring himself to pull away, so onward he continued to watch, horrified with what he saw. It was Amarra, plucking his veins from his body, with extremely gentle black magic, and stringing them together carefully to form a spider web. A smirk danced on her lips as her orange irises burned into him. His legs stumbled and he fell back, his talons digging into his arms as something embraced him, it was like a thick, white cloak. Korbin turned and stared at the being, then suddenly gripped his head, calling out in pain.

In actual time, he had only fallen to his knees, screaming out in terror and pain. Suddenly, Ayla's violin went up in angry scarlet flames and there stood the dark figure who caused it. Her orange hues catching the gaze of the girl's jade ones. She narrowed her eyes, stalking slowly towards the young girl in white, a dark, evil red energy burning around Amarra.

"You dare..." Her tone was as low as her eyes, her tongue slithered off each sound as Ayla began to scoot back, trying to get away from what she feared. "...to mess with what is MINE?!"

Her arm flung out, sending the girl skidding across the roof, only to stop at the edge. Amarra tilted her head to Korbin, her other hand cupping his chin and she pulled him to his feet. Her orange hues seemed to be burning like fire as she held her grip on his chin as she drew him near, suddenly jerking his head to the left, gazing at his neck. The mark glowed red. //Damn it. That little whore is still working her magic...// Her orbs flickered to Ayla as she released Korbin, the draco slumped back to his knees.

"You wretch." Amarra whispered as she made a slow stride towards the girl, her fingers were curled and between them formed a soft ball of red. Ayla was just barely holding herself up as dark crimson blood dripped to the roof.

"...you...you don't...own him..." The brunette spoke up as Amarra drew closer.

"What did you say?" Her hues narrowed and her tone turned cold, that caused Ayla to quake and shiver, her eyes glancing back from the roof to the ground below. She suddenly had trouble breathing and her hands clung to her throat, Ayla's fingers clawing at her own neck as she gasped. Amarra pressed her foot on the girl's chest, pushing her against the roof as the brunette strugged for air.

�Child... You don't know what you are fucking with.� Amarra's tone was very unlike herself and sounded deeper. Ayla's hands gripped the vampire's leg before her eyes slipped shut and her body fell limp. Amarra's hand relaxed as she bent down, casting a shadow of the seemingly lifeless girl.

�If only you had listened...� She reached out her bony finger to caress Ayla's cheek, playing with her soft brown locks. Rain began to fall from the darkness, sizzling as it hit the rooftop. A smirk now painted itself on Amarra's lips as she lifted herself to a stand, before she took a harsh step to the side, avoiding the tip of a flaming sword. She tilted her head to the sky.

�Puh-lease.� Her orange hues rolled before she turned to look at Korbin, whom seemed as if he was struggling to keep the sword in his hands.

�It's not like you to command other people.� Her hand reached out as she grabbed a hold of the flaming sword, again preventing it from touching her. Amarra gave a soft wink to the sky as she forced the blade to return from where it came. �I was born from flames mother fucker.�

�Oh, and remember, you promised me my time.�

She lifted her hand to Korbin and he turned, following her back into the Manor, leaving Ayla's body on the roof of the estate. Soft blue hues watched the pair from the shadows before giving a rough sigh. He eased himself over to the brunette, examining her for a moment and after breathing a sigh of relief, he lifted her from the roof as the rain came to a stop.

�Damn you Amarra.� The voice said before the blue-haired assassin disappeared from the rooftop.



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