She didn’t know what he saw in her eyes, but she saw in his a love so deep it made her breathless. He awkwardly fell to a knee, considering his pants were still down around his ankles and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles, before pressing it to his cheek.

“Help me…love you more.”

His words, when they came, confused her.

“I-what? Brock?” She stared in his eyes, wondering what he was getting at. Didn’t he love her already? Or were there different kinds of love?

She looked at him, really looked at him and it finally clicked. Her free hand flew to her mouth in surprise.

He wanted her to dominate him.

She blinked, once, as she stared at him in surprise.

She had never thought of herself as a Dom. Could she do that to him?

He was staring at her, an eagerness to please her shining in his eyes. As she thought about it, she had to admit, she got a little bit of a thrill thinking about it.

“You would do that? Submit so completely? I don’t know, Brock. What would you get out of it? I don’t think I could be that way, with you.” she replied, hesitant to say yes completely. She wanted to know what he wanted from this.

Brock himself didn’t know how to describe the way he was feeling. Almost like the sensations he got from allowing himself to fall prey to her, made the sexual experience all the more heightened. As a man, he was used to be in control, taking the lead, making a woman beg for more. He had shown to Pandora what he was capable of, but Pandora was a strong woman in her own right, and to be tamed…to be falling at her feet in submission to her, just felt so good. He was confused by this, maybe she would see him as less than a man, but he only knew what he felt, and he wanted to feel it again and again. Could it be possible to become addicted to a woman’s touch? Her smile? Her scent and her skin?

“Would I do it? Yes…oh God yes. Pandora, you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel it. The power you had over me. Tell me it didn’t excite you.”

Brock was staring up at her, bare chested and naked aside from his fallen pants, which he didn’t seem to care for at the moment.

“I’m dying to please you, Pan.”

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She listened as he spoke of his wishes and desires, amazed that he wished this from her.

“Would I do it? Yes…oh God yes. Pandora, you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel it. The power you had over me. Tell me it didn’t excite you.”

She couldn’t lie. It excited her beyond measure, if the dampness between her thighs was to be believed. She nodded.

“I’m dying to please you, Pan.”

She stared at the earnest expression on his face, the hopeful look in his eyes.

“Brock, you’ve never displeased me so far. Don’t think that you have. Every time I am with you is like our first time all over again. You are an amazing man and I am still in awe that you wish to lavish all your attentions on me, even if I don’t think I deserve it.” She leaned in to press a kiss to his lips before pulling away. “May I think about it?” she finally asked after a few moments of silence, pressing both hands to his cheeks. She needed to talk to Kali and Simone about this as this was all new to her. She’d never had a man want to give up control to her like that and it was mind-boggling.

What Pandora didn’t quite understand was what Brock truly was. What he was asking her was not just about being a submissive, but in a way to control the very demon that was buried within him. If she controlled him, she could stop….what would inevitably happen, should he lose control. But was she ready to face that side of him? Few ever were. He waited anxiously for her word, that she would accept his pleas, but she said she really needed more time for such a monumental decision. He understood of course, but at the time he was simply overwhelmed by the depth of feeling he was experiencing.

As she held her hands to him, cupping his cheeks, Brock accepted her request.

“Of course, Pan. Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

That was enough for him, for now. Sated, he slowly rose up and then decided to take off his jeans properly, along with his boots and socks. He had no issues with being naked before her. He was a man, and he was hers. He didn’t realize however that she wanted to talk this out with her friends. That was probably a good idea to keep from him. This relationship only had two people in it, Brock and Pandora.

He had a lot to learn about the ways of women.

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Moving to Crystal Cove was the best decision that Mara had. Bringing her family and taking her friends into moving here when they were looking where to move to, was even better. Unfortunate, Mara died in a accidental fire at the Bennett’s old home. Knoing both families lost so much, made them stronger and brought them closer. Home to Grayson’s son and adoptive daughter Jackson Gilbert, Amelia Gilbert P.

Moved to this home, 12 years ago and have been happy ever since.

This is Amelia’s room, with a balcony. Not knowing yet, the history her family had and what she was, was just one of the many things she was going to have to face, soon.

Jackson might have stumbled on to his family line’s history, but can he handle it? And will he find out what his sister’s fate might be?

She deiced to go pay a visit to Aaron and have some nice home cooked meal. Amelia lifted her arm, and looked the watch in her wrist. He should be home. Grabbed her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, car keys in hand. Locking the door, she pressed the car button for it to start and got in. Turning up the music and headed to the B&B, ready for some chicken fried chicken, mashed potato, and broccoli with cheese.

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I POSTED FOR AMELIA GOD MOD BECAUSE SHE IS IN THE HOSPITAL 

Amelia and Isys, were talking on the way over to her house about the party and how things were going. Finally arriving at Amelia’s house and packed the car, turning the engine off. Both girls stepped out of the car and started heading into the house. Isys stayed behind on the porch because her mom had called. Amelia looked to see Melissa’s car and a smile planted on her face. Opening the door, she heard the T.V and walked towards the living room. “Melissa! Hey! She went up and pulled her into a hug, then let her go. “Isys is on the phone with her mom I think. So tell me how you got the car?! I had to beg and have amazing grades to get my parents new car after the whole…you know.” Getting a new car 6 months after the accident was hard because her dad wasn’t their to take her car shopping, but Jackson did a great job. Placing her keys on the coffee table, she sat down on the couch next to her.

20 Minutes Later….

After a while of chit chat and picking clothing out to wear, she and the girls went down stairs to claim their bag and jackets. Finally ready to head out to the party house. Before Amelia got out of the house she wrote a note for Jackson and Margret. Hey guys, we waited for you all but, you guys took forever to get home. I was invited to a party at the Salvatore home. Its to celebrate school being over. If Jackson wants to come, hope to see you there. Love Mila! xoxo As she placed the note down, she took her phone of her pocket and messaged the guys. Walking to the car and got in with the girls. Heading to the Salvatore Manor. She was excited to see everyone and have some good, well deserved fun.

The low rumbling of Jackson’s voice as he was finally awoken by his clock broke the din in his room. Rolling out of bed, he padded out to the bathroom to shake the weazel and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating if he should shave this morning or not.

As per usual he was a late riser and the morning sun had long since gone to the top of the sky. Great, first day of the holidays and he was sleeping his life away. Flushing then washing his hands, he ambled out of his bathroom in his boxers and white T, wondering what to wear, since he hadn’t really made any plans for the day.

His cell was buzzing on the night stand, and he wandered over to pick it up. A text from Amelia. Great, she was so consumed by tech she couldn’t just come into his room and tell him what she needed? Reading the message he scowled. A party. He…hated parties. All people that would smile at your face, then start talking behind your back the minute you turned away. Sighing, he texted back that he would think about it, as his stomach rumbled for food.

Jackson seemed to recall something about leftover pizza from the night before, and did a small score fist that there might be some left.

Heading down to the kitchen, the note on the kitchen bench stood out like a sore thumb. Pink in colour with the swirling script of her sister. Jackson picked it up, grunting as he read it, then screwed it up and tossed it behind him, going on with his endeavor to eat the left over pizza.

Course, when he opened the fridge all he found was empty shelves. Where was the pizza? Glancing at the trash can, the answer lay there. A discarded box that was empty.

“Son of a ….” he said to no one as Jackson’s stomach growled louder. “Doesn’t anyone in this house shop?” Jackson had to wonder if Amelia ate it. Probably. There was no sense hanging around, he was going to have to go out to find a meal. Jackson raced back up stairs to get dressed, making sure to take his cell with him. If worse came to worse, he would go to the party after all.

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Having got the text from his best mate Aaron, Jackson grinned to himself. Always knew he could count on Aaron to get him out of his house and his funk. Of the two Gilbert’s he was the one that had the most problem adjusting. It was like Amelia was this social butterfly that just had to be seen at all the right parties and at the mall, whereas Jackson could quite happily stay parked in front of his Xbox all day and night. The only thing that got him out was his mates; Aaron and Logan. That thought reminded him that he needed to text Logan, since Amelia seemed to want her brother and his mates as some kind of back up. Why do sisters do that? I mean, sure if she had a girlfriend with a great ass to watch, he’d be in like flynn. However, he was more of the type of guy to hang out with other guys, not carry his sister’s purse at the next dance.

Sitting on the front porch steps he toyed with his cell as he waited for Aaron to show up. It was as he sat there, that he pulled up his sleeve and stared at the amulet he had put on. The same one that had been found with the journals and other artifacts that belonged to Jeremy Gilbert, his ancestor. He got an uneasy feeling about the amulet, and then covered his sleeve over it again.

His belly grumbled again from the lack of food, and he made a face.

“Come on, man.”

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Within a few minutes Aaron turned into the street where the Gilbert’s lived and honked his horn when he saw Jackson on the porch waiting.
“Hop in!” He greeted him with a warm smile, unlocking the doors for him. It was always habit that he locked the doors when driving. He had heard enough stories about people being pulled from their cars when they were stuck in mid day traffic. ” I feel so honored to be graced by your presence!” He teased. “…How are you?” He smiled warmly, lifting the food from his seat and holding it till Jackson was settled. Once they were sorted, Aaron would let out a loud “Woooooh” as he revved the engine and pulled away- heading for the Salvatore Manor.

The sound of the engine to Aaron’s car was familiar to Jackson, who rose to standing as he watched his best mate pull up at the curb and honk the horn. Aaron meant two things, friendship and food. Jogging down to the car, he opened the passenger door and jumped in as his friend was already urging him too.

” I feel so honored to be graced by your presence!” 

Jackson did a fancy hair flip at that remark, since the two were always clowning around.

“How am I? Hungry is how I am, and I smell food.”

Taking the food container off his mate, he let out a wild yodel as the two sped off for the Salvatore manor. In between mouthfuls of food, he tried to talk.

“I texted Logan but not heard back, so not sure if he’s coming or maybe has himself a date, you know?” Another mouthful of food as the car sped along, he glanced over his shoulder as his house faded into the background. Looking back at his friend, he said.

“I wonder if this old house of the Salvatores has a games room. You know, a place the guys can escape the girls that will probably be drooling over that guy….er…Damon, or whatever the f*ck his name is.”

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Salvatore Manor was bought in the year 1990 and only one generation has lived in it since. Zachary emancipated himself from his parents, when he turned 16, because of the traveling they did for so many years. In one of those trips, they went to visit a relative in Mystic Falls, and Zachary found something that he couldn’t believe possible, be he couldn’t even believe it himself. A picture with a girl he liked in one of his classes last year, Amelia, was from the year 1892. He though it could be joke, but now with that in his mind, he has to get to know her.

Zachary Salvatore, is the only one that lives in the Manor for now. As his parents pay for all this bills in a form of saying their sorry.

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“Such a cute, sweet, adorable baby brother.” She stood there pinching his cheek as she talked to him in a baby voice.

She shooed him out the door before changing into his sweat pants, and a crop top shirt from her sorority from Whitmore.

She shook her head and breathed in deep and coughed. Leaning over the car and using it as support, she breathed and steadied herself. That was crazy and scary, and what in the world was it and where did it come from. She tried to think of maybe a movie she saw that someone drowned, but nothing came to mind.

Walking in her relaxed manor, she pulled her cell out of her pocket and checked if her mother was calling. Tired of her crap, she put it on silent. Sorry, she has daughter-issues. Anyway, lets get ready for this lazy party! Oh, the guy standing at the door, is none other then, hot pants Zachary Salvatore. The guy with the long hair and tall, is Jackson Gilbert, Amelia’s brother. The girl that, I think Zach is talking to is Amelia but you can’t see her but you will in a minute. Everyone else is inside. Ready darling? She laughed and licked her lips, and with her free hand, fixed her hair. She was ready to take this lazy day, up a notch. Arriving at the door, she greeted Zach with a wink and wave of her manicured fingers, then blow a kiss to Amelia, who for a second had a serious look. She was stopped by the blonde girl, Caroline, stuck at the door. She furrowed her brow and walked inside next to Amelia. Giving her a ‘are you okay’ look.

“I don;t know, I was thinking about when I was a kid and we all had fun Easter egg hunting here at your house. A then, I saw myself under the water in a car….drowning. There was a lady in the front seat and a man I didn’t recognize in the driver seat.”She looked a little serious and then she shook her head and laughed without humor. “You probably think I am insane. Sorry. I don’t…I don’t know why I just rambled.” Listening to him, she looked at the small window and saw a blonde with Isys. “I wonder who that could be? Oh, Logan is out there too. She looks…like…I know her.” She thought about it. Did she know her at all? Watching her, she saw herself hugging her. Her curly golden locks perfectly clear in her mind, wearing her hair straight, but she looked just like herself. Shaking her head she sighed a little and smiled, looking back at Zach. Her look shifted, to Melissa and she shrugged then smiled at her.

Sidling up with Aaron he gave him a nudge in the arm as though wondering where to head out to first. The back patio area, or explore the house and what it had to offer. Bianca was already talking up a storm, something about sex and college. Jackson sneered as he eaves dropped on that convo for a second, cause that was all his attention span could take.
There were girls all over. From Isys to Bianca, then some blonde that he didn’t recognize that Isys had been talking too. She looked a bit of a sort.

Then again, Jackson was more into hanging with the guys, and sung out to Logan.

“Let’s get this party started, man!”

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Unlike the rest of them so far, Aaron continued his way into the house behind Jackson, and shrugged back with a twisted smile-therefore missing the appearance of this new girl, and of Isys leaving the car. They were in A huge manor, and yet everyone was planted at the door, how did that make any sense? At least he could breath now.

Aaron looked around the first main room. Some of the decorating was modern, while other parts of it were very classical- he liked it. His hands drifted by his sides and he examined some art hanging on the walls- hopefully it was hung up high enough from tonight’s war zone. He wouldn’t mind having a home like this, of course he wouldn’t mind having any home besides the inn. Sometimes he was embarrassed when he and carter got into fights. Anyone staying the the Inn could hear them, and that wasn’t fair to the customers, or to them. He’d enjoy this huge home while he could.

His thoughts were interrupted by the nudge of Jackson, and his smile became wide. “You know this house as well as I do. Either way it is waaaaaay too fucking quiet in here. So I’m voting we start a search party for 3 things…….4 thing during the duration of this party. 1: Music, television, I don’t care- anything besides just lady chatter. 2: Pool table- because if all goes down hill, we still win” He couldn’t help but to laugh at that point. “3: Food- but I don’t think we can just dive into the fridge, but I’ll hog tie Logan over here if I have to, 4: Boos- but I’m sure Bianca has that covered”. He laughed again, and purposely bumped his shoulder playfully into Jack as he called for Logan. “Yeah man! How else am I going to get loaded enough to confess my undying love for you Logan!?” He shouted, joining the start of Jackson’s fun.

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“Hey!” He said. He smiled at her. Then he looked at the girl, instantly feeling like this girl should be his best friend. He smiled at this girl.” I’m Zachary Salvatore, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

He raised an eyebrow at her explanation about how she wanted to be proper. He nodded.

“Yeah, same.” He said. “Um, come on inside, we have room for plenty.”

He walked a little outside and bent down to pick up Both Bianca’s shoes before turning and heading back inside towards where everyone was.

He walked over to Aaron, who was looking at the paintings.
“My mom says that supposedly, that was given to us by our Uncle, Stefan Salvatore, very old person.” He said. He knew everything about Stefan Salvatore, and about the new girl, Caroline Forbes. Stefan had hidden Zach before he was killed. He had seen Melina, Damon, and CAroline all there. He now just had to find a way to talk to Caroline alone soon.
He listened to Aaron as he listed what they needed. Then he listened to Bianca, as she tld them where everything was. He nodded up until she said something about skinny dipping.

“Dear god no Bianca.” He said letting her shoes fall to the ground.” We are not skinny dipping, I have to clean the pool, and I would rather not think about what had happened in the pool.”

He looked at her seriously

Lucy accepted Róisín’s response without question, finally standing and walking round her desk to the door. Róisín straightened and followed the woman out wondering how long it would take. There was no further sign of the woman (Felecity) whom Ro had seen entering the Gallery earlier, but she had no intention of asking. If she were to meet the woman, she would find out whatever was relevant then.

Thomas greeted them coffee in hand as they came to the end of the hall. His smile was warm. Róisín took him for the sort that could make most feel comfortable around him. She did not feel uncomfortable around him, per say, but there was an emphasis on most. Taking her drink from the offered tray, she gave him a nod with the barest hint of a smile before offering, “Thanks.” The warmth of the cup informed her that it was still a bit warm for drinking, but she tipped it to her lips all the same. She stared at the blank wall at which Lucy stopped for a long moment. How would her name look embossed over it? The idea was not one she would have chosen herself, and it was much showier than her taste. But considering Ro’s lack of ideas for the show, what grounds did she have for denying it? She gave a vague nod but was still considering it as Lucy went on, completely missing the fact that Maxwell walked out behind them. In response to the catering question, Róisín said, “Not sushi..something, European maybe? Or just usual for this area. Whatever.” Her tone was far away. There was no reason not to let Lucy use her name. Yet it made her skin crawl. That’s when it hit her.

“A pen name,” she said. Right. Perfect. How had she not already thought of that? Her comment fell on the heels of Lucy’s promise of non-vulgarity. Turning to the woman, Róisín elaborated: “I don’t mind if you put a name on the wall. But I’d rather use a pseudonym. It’s just occurred to me, really. But since no one knows me anyway, I don’t see how it would matter….I’ll go by Clarke Morrigan.” She had not, however, considered the implications for her presence at the showing. Róisín did not hear Thomas’s statement.

Lucy’s mind was already working out who to contact to organize the catering since sushi was a no go. There was a firm that specialized in this sort of affair with delicacies that were enjoyed by those of the area. Light finger food and of course served with wines and champagne from local vineyards. It always paid to network this sort of event, so to help with sponsorship, but also to encourage sales for local businesses.

Talk of the signage brought an interesting response from Roisin. She preferred to go by a pen name, as opposed to using her real one. It was not totally unfamiliar to Lucy, who showed her approval with a light nod, setting down her coffee on one of the nearest stands, and then taking out her iphone to take notes.

“Clarke Morrigan? Alright, I can have that worked on just after we conclude here today.”

It was just another thing to add to the growing list of jobs for the Assistant director. She took it in her stride of course, at least that is how it appeared.

Thomas was already hard at work moving stock and paintings off the gallery floor, and Lucy pocketed her phone before offering her hand to Roisin to shake, as though closing the deal, or finalizing business between them.

“I do want to thank you for taking the time to come out and present your thoughts on our ideas. I am sure this will be a wonderful night for you and your family. Feel free to look around before you head out. I have to go and change before I start handling the exhibits. It’s been a pleasure.”

That said, Lucy picked up her cup of coffee and went back into her office, where she had a pair of overalls and shirt waiting. When she emerged ten minutes later, it was hard to believe it was the same woman. She had gloves on and worn overalls that had some paint stains on them. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her hair fixed neatly in place. It wasn’t just her appearance that changed, but her demeanor as well – you could call it a transformation of sorts. Thomas went to pipe through some music for the pair to work to as they got stuck into the task of moving stock.

You could hear Thomas cracking jokes and laughing all the while Lucy carefully wrapped up some paintings and occasionally you heard her laugh at the lamer jokes told.

It was almost like Lucy was two different people. One for show….and the more elusive Lucy – the one you would like to meet.

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There was no more talk of details. Lucy agreed to the idea of a pseudonym without question. How that would go over with the showing would be a discovery for them both, especially since it suggested that perhaps Ro would not herself be there. What kind of debut show would that be? Then again, such a choice could inspire a bit of mystery which, while possibly cliché, could be quite marketable. Róisín waited while Lucy took notes on her phone. When the woman again spoke and referenced how wonderful a night it must be for her family, the girl’s lips tensed almost visibly but she made no comment and her face was unreadable.

Taking the offered hand, Ro nodded and wondered past Lucy into the rest of the gallery. She paid Thomas no heed as she was focused on her reconnaissance. However, she did not have any desire to remain long and was heading out the door as Lucy again emerged. Hearing her, Róisín glanced backwards over her shoulder and paused only to remain silent and continue out the door.

Sliding into her car, Róisín cranked the engine and swung out of the parking lot heading for Elias’s studio, stopping for tacos along the way.

Elias’s Studio 

Elias was snoozing over a cup of cooling Joe when he heard the bang and rattle of the elevator coming up the shaft. Rather than pushing himself out of his chair to answer it, he waited to see if the door buzzer sounded or if it was someone who could open it themselves, in which case it could only be Róisín. Sure enough the door clattered back on the metal frame as she rolled it open. He waited.

Pulling the door closed behind her, Róisín swung her sack of Tex Mex goodness in a circle. She had intended to go right into the studio, but then, eating in there was always a hazard. Clay dust tasted nothing like the powdered sugar it sometimes resembled. The light was on in Elias’s office, so he had to be there, likely asleep at his desk from the lack of noise. However, she found her assumption to be only half correct. He greeted her drowsily as she stepped inside: “You’re here earlier than I expected.” 

“And you’re still trying to wake up from your nap as usual,” she countered with amusement tinged snark. “Stopped by the gallery this morning…not bad. Thomas will be here later for everything.” Her tone was informative as she explained, and she did not look for any reply from Elias. She plopped down on the couch next to his desk and pulled out one of her tacos. Elias’s graying head stared down with distaste into his almost cold coffee. His eyes peered over at her puppy like: “Bring me any?”

~Brock is on the phone to his love Pandora in Hawaii~

Brock was pacing the lounge of his apartment, his cellphone in his hand. Aunt Charlotte was fixing herself a drink and watching him beneath the veil of her dark bangs. She could see the expression of his face alter as the phone obviously was picked up.

“Pandora?

Charlotte stopped what she was doing and watched – waiting. Brock was near the balcony, his eyes focused at his own reflection as he paused.

“Pandora?” This second time it was said in a barely audible whisper. Charlotte’s face creased as she could tell that whoever picked it up, wasn’t responding. Finally, Brock lowered his arm taking his phone from his ear. He appeared dazed almost. All he could hear was her light breathing. Oh he knew that sound. He had it memorized into his mind. Swallowing, he turned around and pocketed his phone and said simply.

“She answered….but then she hung up.” Brock’s face was riddled with disappointment, as he sat on one of the bar stools. He folded his arms and propped himself on the counter, as Charlotte finished pouring her drink. Clearly Pandora wasn’t ready to speak to Brock yet. Reaching out, she cupped Brock’s face and sighed. “Don’t give up hope.”

Just then on the television, which had been filing news reports from around the world for Charlotte’s amusement, there came a cross from one of the islands in Hawaii about a strange phenomenon that had caused an eruption of fire taking out many cars. Witnesses said they saw a woman with a cane leaving the area. It was then a hazy security camera shot that was too grainy to really show a face captured the moment. Charlotte tilted her head.

“Such strange creatures these humans are.”

Brock turned around at the right moment, and recognized the woman instantly.

“Pan?”

He knew what she was capable of and now he knew where she was. Spinning back around he said loudly to Charlotte.

“She’s in Hawaii.”

“Where?”

“It’s a group of islands in the Pacific – part of the United States.”

Charlotte sensed an even bigger issue than what Brock himself realized. “You mean to tell me that Pandora controls fire?”Brock nodded and as he did his eyes widened. “Oh…shit.” Oh shit was right. If it was one thing that Spider demons were susceptible to, it was fire.

Charlotte set down her glass and folded her arms. “Brock, do you truly love a women that can ultimately destroy you?” It was a big question and he had only one answer.

“Yes.”

Shaking her head, she knew that there was going to be no stopping him. “Then I guess you are going to Hawaii.”

Brock didn’t even have to say a word, he was already racing into his room to pack.

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~That night~

Brock had been up half the night investigating what he could off the police reports on the car park fire bombing in Hawaii. He had the name of the hotel and the city. Further investigation uncovered her apartment number and floor. He was well on the way to making the biggest most important trip of his life – to save his relationship with Pandora, if he still had one. The night light burnt bright in the den, and ever so often Charlotte would take a look in at him, as he was taking down information off his computer. At one point she brought him a cup of coffee and set it down in front of him, but he seemed to act as though she wasn’t there, so transfixed with the intelligence he was gathering. Watching him with concern, she had to ask.

“What are you going to do when you find her? What if she does the whole fire ball thing on you?”

Looking up from the computer screen, Brock answered. “Kiss this world goodbye?” Charlotte didn’t like the sound of that answer at all. Sighing she shook her head. “I was once like you. Would do anything for love. Then I discovered that love wasn’t enough.” Though Charlotte was older and perhaps wiser, Brock didn’t share her sentiment. “I can’t give up on what we had. If only I hadn’t been so stupid and bull headed.” Charlotte reached over and ruffled his hair. “You’re a male, its expected.” This had him laugh slightly, as Charlotte bid him a good night and retreated to one of the guest rooms.

~The next morning~

At the front door, Brock’s bags were packed and there was the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Charlotte was one that loved a sleep in, so she was slow to emerge, but of course the coffee was a very good reason to get up. She wandered out in a sheer black nightie that showed off all her curves. Considering she was the mother of two hundred odd young, she wasn’t looking too bad.

“Morning….what time is your flight? Or are you taking one of the family jets?”

Brock handed his aunt a cup of coffee and said simply.

“Flight is at nine am and….I don’t think my father would approve of me using the rescue ships for a joy flight to Hawaii.” Charlotte took the cup and smirked. “Joy flight? Is that what you are calling this. I say this is a rescue if you ask me, but…I understand your point. Your father has a temper….like my Mother so I am told.” The two clinked their coffee cups together and then Brock asked the obvious. “Are you coming too?” At this Charlotte shook her head. “I’m needed back in my world, my time here is….limited.” That was her way of putting things, since what she had left behind was a very important matter, that had her children’s lives in certain danger. Drinking the last of her coffee, she washed out her cup, before coming around to take her nephew’s hands. She held them and looked up at him with affection.

“I’m proud of you. For being man enough to admit your wrong, and now going to fight for a very special woman. I hope one day I get to meet her.”

Brock kissed his Aunt’s cheek as she smiled softly.

“Goodbye Brock.”

And like that….she simply faded from view, using her plane shifting ability to return to her own time….in her nightie.

Brock was now ready….to go find his Pandora.

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(Thread change Hawaii.)

He sighed and walked into Mikaelson Manor, along with another few people. Tatia had said something about surprising Klaus here, but he didn’t know if she would go through with it or not. He just hoped that nobody would get hurt. That always tended to happen whenever they pissed Klaus off. He just hoped that this time around, it would be different.

He looked around the manor, hoping to either spot Klaus, Elena, or Bonnie. He sighed when he saw none of them, then moved around the place, trying to see if he could spot anyone.

He sent a quick text to Elena. Then locked his phone and looked around. He sighed looked up.

His ears twitched as he heard a steadied beating heart downstairs. He could hear voices cluttering around the mansion as peopled flawked in, “We shall.” He replied as his right hand latched onto the doorknob. He swung it open and began to proceed out of the bedroom; toward the staircase. As he stood at the top of the staircase with his sister at his side; Elijah smiled as if it were the old days when Rebekah and himself, entered night clubs at their leisure.

(Move Along Without Me For A Small Spell. A Few Hours.)

Chapter One

The Summons

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

CharlotteCarrendar:- ~ROAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!~ Distant thunder claps did no justice to the might of the ominous roar of the Silver dragon, whose great clawed feet were destroying the foliage, whilst a silver haired girl sped through the undergrowth clutching a very special prize. Nipati or Nip to her friends; leapt over rocks and fallen logs, the wind whistling in her ears while her heart beat at a fast pace. The girl had taken a great risk by stealing the dragon’s egg from its nest. In her mind, it seemed oh so easy but now as she clutched the stolen egg, the angered mother was hot on her tail. Closer…closer came the heavy pounding of gigantic feet, the monstrous tail wiping out whole sections of vegetation in but one powerful swing. Razor sharp rows of pristine glistening teeth knashed together – a terrible prison if one were to become the dragon’s next meal. The dense forest was proving to be rough going – the terrain had not been cleared, nor were there any tracks on which to run. It was so easy to trip and fall if one did not watch where they were going, and it was this that caused our heroine to fall, for as she took a look back over her shoulder at the rampaging dragon she was about to come upon a carefully covered hole in the ground. One minute she was running, the next ~POOF!~ she vanished from sight….falling falling..falling till landing with a thud upon a large pile of leaves and twigs at the bottom of the hole. High above, the dragon continued on its search, completely missing the hole, and going off into the forest . Nipati had held her breath for what seemed like hours, only to release it with a loud “phew” In her hands, she still had the treasured dragon’s egg. An item that was sure to gain her enough gold to buy herself a house, or a ship…or a castle. Sitting up Nipati glanced about her. It was a tunnel or the part of many. The light from the surface gave her some vision, but it was clear that climbing back up was out of the question. Taking off her back sack, she quickly stuffed the dragon’s egg inside, before rising to standing as remnants of leaf litter fell back to the unruly pile. Which way to go? Left or right? Nipati closed her eyes tight and then sung out “Left!” Marching down the tunnel, she had no idea what other great things she was going to find. Silver eyes glowered as she adjusted to the lack of light. Up ahead, a faint orange glow appeared, and the sound of an old woman who was singing an incantation. Nipati crept onward, her shadows lengthening behind her as she approached the underground home of the Witch of Magor. <3>

IceTe3a: The dust settled on the ground what once was a thriving city built upon green flowing fields was lost, as all that stood before mankind was a darkened day, the green grass only there in the slowly fading memory of others as bloodstained dirt was now laying where it once was. The city and its houses now ruins for the ages as bloodied bodies laid scattered across the floor, the castle itself was crumbling as the structure bearings gave way. The walls of the front castle falling down stirring up dust and shaking the ground as the stone slabs hit heavy upon the floor. There sitting on a throne he sat his right leg cocked over the arm rest as it gently swayed to and thro, his left leg bending at the knee as his bloodstained black boot was resting firmly on the floor his chin resting on his left palm as his elbow rested on the arm rest. A breeze flowed through the now opened castle buffering all it hit with force, as it caressed his pure snow white hair, he was in his usual get up a black long trench coat opened fully to show his tattooed and scarred bare chest, torn and cut at the bottom mostly from battles and near hits; his blackened leather jeans and of course his bloodstained blackened boots, one could see these were not the clothing from this era as his name was well known across countless lands and worlds only those bold or drunk enough whispered his name in form of tale. His eyelids open slowly exposing his piercing green eyes as his hues fall upon his broadsword “Rebellious” it was a 8’4 giant blade with the weight of the eternal souls it has killed only able to be lifted by himself. He was able to wield Rebellious with a single hand at great speeds something he had trained himself to do over the years, created by his father ‘Sparda King of daemons’ (Before Ice killed him) the blade itself was made from a mix of Sparda’s own powers and the powers of everything evil; the blade itself seemed to be alive as it constantly cried out for the blood of others. A sudden moan along with scraping caused his hues to flick down the stairway to the throne as he saw the would be king painfully trying to crawl away leaving a trail of blood behind him. A clash of thunder or so it seemed to be was heard as Ice appeared in front of the king his left hand grasping the front of the kings clothing as he held him up in the air in front of him “ Wha.. What.. are you, Monster! Demon!! Devil!! I curse you” the king managed to bellow out in-between his painful cries a simple devilish smirk slowly appeared across Ices features as he raised his right arm bending at the elbow it started to give off a dark aura and turn transparent, Many have seen this for themselves but none have survived it was a painful way to kill someone by ripping out their souls and keeping it for themselves, Ice had done this many times before to steal the powers of another being or keep their souls as a trophy to remind him of a fight he once had. “No.. No.. Please…” he king muttered as tears rolled down his cheeks. His right fingers stretch and crackle as they suddenly plunge deep within the king’s chest with ease leaving no entry wound to be seen as the king screams out in pain, his fingers clutch as his arm slowly pulls back a light blue ghostly figure of the king appears being dragged out by his hand as it moans and cries out in pain the king giving one last loud cry of pain as his soul is ripped from his body. Now lifeless Ice tossed the kings body down into a pile of other lifeless bodies to rot away in the extreme heat of the sun, slowly to be cooked and prepared for meal for the ever watching crows. His hues glance over to the soul of the now dead king as he watches the kings facial features show the extent of his pain, No smile; no laugh not an emotion registered from Ice as the soul shrinks down into a glowing white sphere, if one were to look into the glowing sphere they could see the face of the soul this is how one can tell who’s soul it was. Suddenly the soul disappears back to Ice’s crypt to be later organized into a shelf with his many other soul’s he had collected over the years. His right arm flicks out as his blade comes hurling towards him answering to his summons catching the blade by the hilt he attached it to his back, the blade never had a strap or a sheath it just seemed to stick to his back almost magically. Turning on his feet to see what he had done his hues fall upon the now lifeless city only living thing left standing were crows as all else had fallen to the wrath of ice, this was no battlefield nor was it a castle under siege more simpler than that it was an onslaught, his lips part slightly as he lights up a smoke taking a drag deep into his longs as his eyes flash from green to bright red and back to green “Who’s next” escaped his lips softly along with a cloud of smoke.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The tunnel gave way to a decorated room, like you would find in any dwelling. With furniture adorning it’s spaces, along with book shelves and racks of potion bottles. Chalices and wine bottles; skulls and bones. A mystical place indeed our silver elf had chanced upon as she had fled the angered dragon. Seated in the middle of the room, was a withered woman, hair as white as snow and eyes that held no pupils. Blind perhaps, but one does not always need their eyes to see. Nipati accidentally stepped on a mouse, which squeaked as it ran off into a dark corner. This brought up the witch’s head and she sniffed the air, which was ripe with the scent of Nipati. “Oh ho ho ho, who dare wander so carelessly into my home?” Her voice crackled and hissed, as she pushed herself up into standing. Before her stood a black cauldron that was filled to the brim. The liquid contents gave off steam as a fire burnt brightly beneath it. Pointing a bony finger at the girl Elf, the Witch sneered. “I know your kind, child. Surface dwellers who think they can just do as they please. Oh but you are reckless to think you can just walk in here, dear and take from me.” Nipati froze at the witch’s words. How did she know that Nip was a little thief? “My…my mistake. Lovely home, but I think I will be going.” Nip was about to turn, when the witch cackled loudly. You could hear the cauldron pop and fizzle, letting off large bubbles of air that rose up and then popped before hitting the ceiling. From high up on one of the shelves, a small statue of a crow had been keeping watch on the Witch for more than a hundred years and on this very night, its eyes chose to shine bright. Red…red like the coals from the pits of hell. There was a loud gust of wind that swirled and blew its way through the tunnel reaching the witch’s abode and causing her to gasp. It seemed that fortunes were changing on this day and though the witch had seen the coming of the destructor, she had no idea just how bad things would get. A hollowed sound like that of a crow cawing filled the air and the flap of wings. Falling down from the shelf…a black crow’s feather which landed at the witch’s feet. The witch sensed the movement of the feather through the air, and reached down to snatch it from the hearth. Sniffing it, she turned her attention to the silver haired elf. “The falling of a feather from the Devil’s own crow.” Nipati had no idea what the witch was on about. “I’ll just be on my…” The Witch clutched her chest as a vision came to her; death, so much death. “He is never sated. There are not enough souls on this earth can meet his desires!” Nipati started to back up slightly as the witch clutched the feather tight. The witch continued. Eyes of white staring out at nothing, but the witch, she could see. “A throne covered in blood. Decay…ruins…Their hearts beat no more!” Now this was starting to be a bit much for the silver elf. Suddenly the crow came to life and left its perch on the high shelf, swooping down and almost striking the silver haired elf, who ducked and then straightened. “ACK!” She cried, trying to cover her head with her arms. The Witch could hear the bird, the sharp snapping of its pointed beak. It landed on a gleaming white skull on the far side of the room, ruffling its feathers out then squawking loudly. The Witch shuffled over to her cupboard of books, and then took out a very old and tattered one. Flipping it open, her fingers ran across the strange lettering, as the silver elf was slowly making her way out…backwards. “Child…come…read these words if you ever want to see sunlight again.” It was not a request…it was a demand. “Why?” The silver elf had stopped in her tracks, as the witch threw the book at her. Landing at her feet, the pages flew open to the exact page the witch had found. “Because that crow is going to peck your eyes out if you don’t.” The crow squawked again in a menacing way, as the young elf shuddered in fear. “Why can’t you read it?” The silver haired elf cried, frightened for her life now. The witch said simply. “I’m blind.” Little did she know that the Witch could read what was on the page, she just said that to throw the girl off. Slowly, the girl started to read the summons. As the words left her mouth, the room started to get very…very cold. <3>

IceTe3a: Flicking his smoke from his fingers it bounces off the floor and rolled down the pathway as it stops right in a haystack, it starts to smoulder eventually setting alight soon enough the entire place was catching on fire. His piercing green hues watch as everything starts to burn before him, without a care in the world he sets off down the beaten pathway as the houses burned down near him ash and smoke filling the sky leaving a mark in the sky that he was here and now no one else was, most people who saw this stood well clear of it as it was a mark of Ice and they feared for their lives as they hid for shelter. Coming to the final gate of the city wall he doesn’t bother turning to look at his work once more as he casually walks out of the city leaving it behind soon to be forgotten from his memory, the path wasn’t clear to him as he never had a plan of where he would go next only wandering aimlessly across the land’s until something more interesting came up before him. Taking in a deep breath through his nose the scent of air was thick still as crows started flocking from all directions ready to gorge themselves in the feast he had left behind, leaving nothing but bones to dry and crackle under the sun. Walking forward for awhile the city now far in the distance but the damage he had caused was still viewable from here as the grass was all but gone for at least a little while longer, eventually the dirt meets the line of fresh untouched grass he paced forward with his long strides as more crows filled the skies flying towards the city. He could hear horses but they were running away obviously whoever it was noticed the burning city and decided to run the other way, smart on their behalf, He was not going to give chase as it didn’t seem the worth was there, one or two men perhaps hardly worth the short sprint it take to catch them. He hears a female’s voice for a split second as his hues glance around nothing to be seen for miles was he going crazy? He shook it off as he continued to walk more as the females voice echo’s again a bit longer this time he growls slightly “Show yourself!” he echoed through the plains still.. Nothing as he comes to a full stand, he listens for a second.. Nothing but the crows fighting over meat in the city walls until.. more loud and clear the females voice she was chanting something but what and where was she? His muscles tighten and restrict almost like her words were wrapping around him in a tight grasp, he tries to move but his body won’t respond her words get louder as he can feel them crushing into his body, A spell circle with ancient ruins appears around his feet on the floor as it spins around and around his body starts to turn transparent and fade out of this world and into the next as he see’s glimpses of the world he’s being summoned to, a young female and a older female than it clicked, he was being force summoned by someone but who would have the stupidity or guts to summon him to their exact location? And what exactly did they want, he was going to find out one way or another, as long as he got his free will and wasn’t summoned into a holding spell of some kind he’d show them true fear. By now on the other side on their world his body would be flashing in and out of phasing appearing in front of their eyes and disappearing once the spell was complete he would be fully summoned to their would standing before them with his piercing green eyes staring right into their souls.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The crow in the witch’s home squawked louder as the silver haired elf continued to read the summons, while the witch rubbed her gnarled hands together – licking her old cracked lips. The corners of her mouth creeping upward ever slowly. The Witch would never have had the courage to read the summons herself. For one she wasn’t that stupid. The girl would be easy fodder for the daemon she was sure. “Louder….louder, child.” She encouraged, starting to shuffle around her cavern like home while the air grew colder by the second. The summons must have a tight reign upon him by now, the witch thought. From far and away the angered growl of a man’s voice cried “Show yourself!” This had the witch cackle as she knew it was working. The witch clapped her hands together for such evil, such darkness that the world had ever known was going to soon standing within her home. “Keep going!” The witch urged as the silver elf’s voice grew louder –her silvery locks whipping about her face as the swirl of icy wind whipped around her. A deep groan and then very rock of the cavern started to shake, as though an earth quake was going to rip through the side of the mountain. Almost there…she almost was done. One more line…One more sentence. A crack of lightning so bright that the crow was startled and flapped its wings in fright. The book snapped shut in the Silver elf’s hands and then fell to the floor before bursting into white hot flames. This caused the silver elf to jump back, but when she looked up, a dark skinned man was standing in front of her. His body covered in tattoos and markings. He smelt of blood; fresh blood. Why, he still had blood on his hands. The witch crowed and started to laugh, before she licked her lips and then bowed before the Legend of the book. She sniffed the air and smiled with wicked intent. “My lord. Welcome. I am your humble servant, and offer you the soul of the silver elf who so foolishly summoned you.” The witch thought that if Ice had the silver elf’s soul that the witch would go unpunished for the summons. The silver elf squeaked and started to back up. It was a trap that the witch had set. Using the girl for her own wicked ends. Silvery eyes filled with fear. The day had started so well, and now she was facing her end. The crow however knew better than the Witch and squawked loudly at Ice. His red eyes blinking in a code. Who do you trust? The frightened child, or the cackling old bat?<3>

IceTe3a: His body fully shifts over to the other realm where he was summoned, his hues flicker around the room as he notices the old witch who was welcoming him to her home, he stood tall as he breathed slowly his body free to his own wills as he glanced over to the silver haired elf who had so unwittingly summoned him so the witch used her to summon him. How interesting, did the witch think she could feed his thirst for blood with a mere elf, she would be wrong. His right hand adjusts the black collar decorated with silver spikes running across it, as a chain hangs down to his mid chest, his hues glance over to a crow who was asking him of who to trust. Trust? He trusted no one with nothing, as all else that fell before his blade “Neither” he said simply as he turned to the witch stepping towards her he gave her a sideways look as he arched a brow “You should know better” he said as he raised his right arm into the air the witch was lifted off the ground although he was not holding onto her. “But know this, your ideal’s will come in full this world will burn” he said as he clenched his fist the witch burst into flames he turned to the crow as he dropped his right arm down to his side the witches flaming body fell to the ground “What are you looking at, A crow with a side of compassion? Don’t make me laugh” as he remembered the young elf his hues glance over to her as a devilish smirk appears on his face “Your turn” he said as he slowly walked closer to her arms by his sides he was cocky as all hell, not once had he been defeated and this little elf was not going to be the one to defeat him, coming to a stand before her, she came up to his chin in height as his hues glance down to the dragons egg he shakes his head “Don’t you know stealing is bad” said with a twisted voice escaping his lips.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For all that the witch could see in her premonitions and foresight, she could not see her own demise which would come sooner rather than later as Ice taught her the ultimate lesson. The old woman croaked and gasped for air as she lifted up off the ground. Feet twitching beneath her tattered robes. Eyes of white soon became black as did the rest of her, when the witch’s body erupted into flame, just like the book. Nipati’s right hand shot up to her mouth to try and stifle her scream of horror. No mercy shown for the old woman. Those that play chance with death often end up losing. But the daemon was far from finished as he turned his attentions to the silver haired elf whose body was now trembling with fear. Ice strode over and stood bare inches from the elf and saw the dragon’s egg that she had stolen only a few hours earlier. “Your turn.” Her turn? She closed her eyelids tight as she could see her becoming something of a marshmellow being lit over a fire pit. But then he spoke of the dragon’s egg. “Don’t you know stealing is bad” How did he know she stole it? It could have been a gift, but the distant roar of the angered dragon would give away enough clues that it was stolen. “Would you believe I found it?” The silver haired elf said with a half smile and brought her shoulders up as though she knew she was in trouble and trying to get out of it. The Elf didn’t like the look on his face, that menacing grin. “You know…I was just about to go and put it right back…but…but you see…it’s Mummy, decided to chase me….and well then I fell down into this hole.” She started to talk as though she was calling a race. “…then I bumped into…the witch you just incinerated…and…yes..stealing is bad, isn’t it?” She tried to back up and away from the daemon, as she bumped into a small table behind her which stopped her escape. <3>

“No, it makes you a woman who loves so deeply, that even after this sort of circumstance, that you give hope that maybe there will be a new chance. Your anger was justified in every way, but when our anger is gone, we are left with the realization of what is left, and what can be salvaged. If you open your heart to him….and he to you, there is no reason why you can’t give love a second chance. And I am sure, he loves you more than you possibly could ever imagine.”

His words, when spoken in such a way, gave her just a tiny shred of hope that maybe, one day, she could salvage her friendship with Simone. It would be a long time before she could trust the sexy blonde again…but she treasured the friendship she had for Pandora was one who didn’t make friends easily.

Brock, though, was a whole other matter. He betrayed her trust in the worst way possible and she just didn’t know how they were going to get past it.

She stepped away from Jason, grateful for his presence, but feeling like she’d invaded his personal space, and sat down on the edge of her bed. But she also felt like she had gained a new friend. That he was her doctor, and had extraordinary powers like herself, and that he would keep her secrets, was just the icing on the cake.

“I don’t want to go home just yet. I know I should, but I need time. And the airline paid for my stay here. I don’t want to seem ungrateful.” She looked down at her now castless foot, the material having burned away when she had blown up the parking lot earlier. “And look…all healed.” she chuckled, wiggling her foot and ankle around, surprised she could still laugh under the circumstances. She looked at Jason from beneath her hair. “Thanks, Doc.” Those two words…a cupful of meaning.

Thanks for helping me, thanks for being there for me, thank you for being a friend.

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Watching her step back from him, Jason folded his arms over and listened to how she wasn’t ready to go home yet. The airline having paid for her stay was a gesture she didn’t want to waste. That was a fair call, and he couldn’t help but agree. When she showed off her healed foot by wiggling it around, Jason went down on one knee and decided to inspect it for himself. With gentle and cool hands he held her foot and checked the bones with his fingers, pressing the pressure points, and looking up at her reactions. She was pretty sure it was healed, by the giggles that came from her. Now certain that was the case, he patted her foot before setting it down, and then rose up to standing.

The gentle thanks offered by Panora from beneath her veil of hair was greeted with. “You’re quite welcome. I’ll get the resort to put my fee on the overall bill to your room.” Course he was joking about that part and gave a bit of a wink, before heading towards the door.

“I’ll just see myself out. Enjoy what is left of the night, Pandora.”

Jason had actually said her name, and not used the more official title of Miss LaRue. Yes, things had changed between them. From Doctor patient, to good friends.

As he opened the door, Jane was standing outside. She was holding a dish of deserts. Seeing the hunky doctor leaving the room, Jane blushed fiercely.

“Oh my….I was here to give Miss Pan some desert, but it looks like she already got some Man cake.”

Mikala could be heard calling out. “JANE!”

“What?!…You should see this guy.” Jane then handed the desert to Jason and said with an exaggerated whisper.

“For extra strength.” Jane then winked and skipped back to her room with a laughing Mikala at the door.

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That he was able to crack jokes at her, went a long way toward cementing their new friendship. He wished her a good night and made to leave. She jolted when he said her name, surprised to hear him say it.

“You too…Jason.” she stated as he opened the door.

Jane was standing in the hall and from where Pandora sat, she could see the perky blonde was holding a dessert dish. Upon spotting Jason though, Jane got other ideas.

“Oh my….I was here to give Miss Pan some desert, but it looks like she already got some Man cake.”

“Jane!” Pandora exclaimed, embarassed. There was an echoing shout in the hall from Jane’s wife, Mikala.

“What?!…You should see this guy.” Jane called back. She passed the dish to Jason and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “For extra strength.” She stated before she returned to her own room.

Pandora slapped a hand over her eyes.

“I am SO sorry about her.” she chuckled, mortified. “I can imagine what she’s thinking. I’ll set her straight.”

Now you would think with Jane’s excitable chatter about Man cake, desert and Pandora apparently already having had some, that Jason would be taken aback, or possibly offence. He was neither of these things. In fact, he was most gracious in taking the dish of desert.

“Why…thank you, Jane is it?”

Jane bobbed her head and smiled. “You know my name.”

Course he did, since both Pandora and Mikala both shouted it. Jason took a cherry off the top of the hill of ice cream and popped it into his mouth as he went on his way to his own apartment. Jane popped her head back in Pandora’s door and gave the thumbs up. That she approved of the hunky man in her room.

“He’s cute…and so polite.” The ditzy blonde said with a huge smile, as Mikala came up behind her and picked her up by the waist and carried the squealing Jane back to their own room. “Remember who you married, Angel.”

You could hear the door close to both apartments – Jason with his desert and Mikala with her cheeky young wife. No doubt everyone was getting desert.

Except Pandora.

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After Jane, Mikala and Jason had left, Pandora had stayed hidden in her room until the furor of the fire in the parking lot had died down. She watched the news reports and thankfully, none of the security cameras had been active in that part of the area. They were chalking it up to some weird natural gas leak underneath. Sighing with relief, she rested in her bed, thinking about everything.

Restless, she left her room, via the balcony and went down to the beach. The air was warm with a slight breeze coming off the ocean and the setting sun was turning the sky into a painting of brown and orange hues. And yet Pandora noticed none of it. She stood, barefoot in the warm sand, staring out at nothing, her damaged, but still functioning cell phone in her hand.

Every once in a while, she would stare down at it, the picture she was using as a screen saver staring back at her. She hadn’t had the heart to change it.

Sighing, she looked up and out over the water, trying to decide what to do. Should she call him? Text him? Or do nothing? They needed to settle things between them.

Her fingers moved over the buttons on the phone, pulling up her favorites. He was still listed in the number one spot. Her finger hovered over the “call” icon. Taking a breath, she pressed the button. The phone rang for several moments and despondent, she was about to hang up when there was a click.

Then she heard his voice.

She said nothing.

He spoke her name, he knew it was her for he had caller ID.

And still she said nothing. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest.

Again, her name repeated, this time in an near-desperate whisper.

Her mouth opened, her thoughts swirling. She lost her nerve.

And hung up.

-The Next Morning-

Pandora woke up the following morning, feeling groggy and out of sorts. She hadn’t slept very well, the phone call she made to Brock shaking her self-confidence more then she cared to admit. She stumbled from her bed, running her fingers through sleep-tousled hair and headed for the shower. Then she would go down to the hotel dining room for some much needed coffee and food, in that order.

Today’s plan: Oahu’s Diamond Head Hike.

She’d never been on a hike before and she had heard this one had a fantastic view of the entire island. She wanted to experience that and collect some new memories before she headed home.

Once she was dried off, she dressed in an outfit quite similar to Lara Croft of Tomb Raider fame, with a comfortable pair of hiking boots. Putting her hair up in a ponytail high on her head, she took up the backback of provisions she was provided with when she signed up for the hike and then left her room for some breakfast.

She was totally unaware her escapades in the parking lot, and the phone call she attempted to make were about to bring complications to her life that she was probably not ready for.

It seemed there were a few people that had booked to go on the Oahu’s Diamond Head Hike. Two of Pandora’s companions to be were none other than Jane and her Doctor, Jason Lumbard. Both were already down near the entrance, and Jane was excitedly telling Doctor Lumbard about the news reports of the car park bombing. That is what investigators were calling it, of course Jason knew the real reason and tried to play it off like he was interested to a point.

Seeing Pandora coming down towards them, Jane let out a high pitch squeal.

“Ooo whose Miss Tomb raider?” Her giggles were infectious as she gave Pandora a big hug.

“You look so…butch.” That was a word that you would associate with being gay and Jason had to cover his mouth to hide his smile. Composing himself, he added. “Well I think she looks dressed to thrill myself.” He was a gamer and thought the outfit did look a lot like Lara Croft.

“How are you feeling today, Pan?’ Jason was curious to know how her foot was holding up, but also about the fact she might be worried over the exposure from the car park incident. Did she even know it was on the news?

At that moment, the tour bus driver honked the horn, and Jane let out another high pitch squeal.

“That’ll be for us!”

She skipped off ahead of Jason and Pandora giving them a moment to talk.

“Any word from Brock?” He was asking since he figured she might have had the courage to call him.

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As she came into view of the lobby, a very feminine squeal of delight assaulted her ears. She glanced around and spied Jane standing near Jason. Jane had caught sight of Pandora in her hiking outfit and had to comment.

“Ooo whose Miss Tomb raider?” The woman was just one huge ball of energy and Pandora smiled as the blonde woman hugged her.

“And good morning to you, Jane.” Pandora greeted her.

“You look so…butch.” Jane grinned. Pandora was speechless for a moment and she caught Jason covering his mouth to hide a laugh or a smile, she wasn’t sure which.

“Well I think she looks dressed to thrill myself.” Jason stated.

“What is this? Pick-on-Pandora Day?” Pandora rolled her eyes. “I need coffee. I’m going into the dining room if you want to join me.” she told them, going in and heading for the coffee machine. Fixing it the way she liked, she downed a healthy bit of it and felt the caffeine shoot through her nerve endings. Jason stepped up beside her.

“How are you feeling today, Pan?”

She looked sideways at him, seeing the concern on his face.

“I’m fine. I didn’t sleep too well, but other then that, I’m good.”

There was the honking of a horn from in front of the hotel and an announcement came over the PA system.

“All guests who are partaking in the Diamond Head Hike, please make your way to the buses parked in front of the hotel. They will be leaving in 5 minutes.”

“That’ll be for us!” Jane grinned, excitement sparkling in her eyes. She headed off, leaving Jason and Pandora alone once more.

“Any word from Brock?”

“Uh…I called him…heard his voice…and I didn’t know what to say…so I hung up.” she admitted. “I just…froze. Do you think that means I’m not ready to talk to him?” she frowned. “If I keep freezing up when we should be talking…nothing will get settled.” She finished her coffee and they headed out to the bus, walking side by side. “I don’t know how to fix this.” she sighed as she took a seat near a window.

Taking a seat right beside Pandora, Jason hummed for a moment before giving his take on Pandora’s issue with falling silent when she tried to communicate with Brock. Repairing broken relationships was never easy and the road to recovery was bound to be rocky. Least she had tried to make the first step, even if she did fail. Jason patted her knee and said.

“I think it means that you are not quite ready yet to face him. Even though its he that owes you, it’s just going to take a bit more time.”

Jason tried to be reassuring as the bus started pulling out, but it was as the bus was leaving that Jane shrieked.

“What is Mikala’s ex doing at the hotel?!”

This brought a stunned look from Jason, who didn’t quite understand what was going on. Jane started banging on the windows, right until she saw….the unthinkable. Mikala coming out of the lobby and embracing her ex husband, sealing it with a passionate kiss. Jane seemed to lose all of her voice as she croaked. The bus turned the corner out of the car park and onto the main road, while Jane slowly slunk down into her seat.

“Mikala organised this hike for me. Said….she had things to do…today.” Jane looked heartbroken. Had the whole relationship been a lie? Was this some sort of sick joke?

Tears sprung to Jane’s eyes which she tried to wipe away. The bright and sunny girl just had her light snuffed out. Betrayed. Her head lowered slightly as she rest it hard up against the bus window.

“I thought she loved me…” Jane whispered to herself.

Jason excused himself from Pandora a moment and went down the aisle and asked Jane if she was okay. Jane wiped away another tear and then tried to smile.

“I’m going to need this hike I think…so I can find a good place to scream.”

<3>

Jason sat next to her as she wondered if she was ready to talk to and face Brock when the time came. She didn’t think she was. He patted her knee.

“I think it means that you are not quite ready yet to face him. Even though its he that owes you, it’s just going to take a bit more time.”

She nodded at that. That was possibly true. Her heart was bruised and broken and every time she thought about what she saw, it brought on a fresh wave of pain that she was slowly beginning to manage.

Time. Yeah, she needed more time.

But as time often does…it waits for no one.

She was brought out of her thoughts by a shriek and she looked up to see Jane a few seats in front of her, banging on the windows as the bus was pulling away from the hotel. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Jane’s wife, Mikala and an unknown man in a passionate embrace. Jane was heartbroken, naturally.

Pandora could totally sympathize. Jason left her side to go to Jane’s and try to console her. He really was good at that. She watched as Jason put an arm around the distraught blonde and Pandora thought that maybe Jason and Jane would be good for each other. She had the feeling that Jane was more bi then gay. Maybe this was meant to happen for those two. She wished them the best.

She turned to stare out the window as the bus bumped along the road toward Diamond Head, unaware that her own…problem…was about to show up at her door.

”You know he was kind of hot…” Mia said as the two of them slowly made their way around their suite. And just as Kali emerged from the shower with her hair wrapped in a towel she gave her sister a soft smile and shrugged. ”Yea, I guess so. But you always think guys are cute. I mean… their guys. Some are hot some are not.” She smiled and then fell against the bed with a sigh of content. ”Shower was that good, huh? She laughed and grabbed the pamphlet from the bedside table and began scrolling through it, flipping through the pages.

”Yes, it was actually very pleasant, thank you…”Kali had said in response, hinting in her voice she was obviously being sarcastic. Mia waved her off and immediately went back to the pamphlet she was thumbing through. ”What are you looking for in the pam-“ She blinked and fell back and off the bed as Mia shouted in excitement. ”I found it!” Kali winced and placed her hand firmly against the bed before pushing against it and rising to stand. ”Found what? Another… one way ticket to paradise?”

Mia laughed at her response and flipped her hand in that jokingly manner that she always did. ”Honey, you haven’t lived if you haven’t been everywhere.” Kali rolled her eyes but smiled as she walked over to Mia and looked over her shoulder at the pamphlet. ”An all-expenses paid for Spa?” Kali pondered this for most of 2 seconds before grabbing her bag and jumping at it. ”I’m in.” At this Mia yelped, grabbed her things and bolted out the door. A bathing suit, towel, purse, phone and money for lunch was all she needed before Kali too herself left the room.

Fairmont Resort Lobby/Spa

”Uh…” Mia let out a sudden gasp upon bumping into Keahu. ”Oi, watch where you’re—“ Her breathe caught in her throat as she caught eye of who she’d bumped into. “I’m so sorry, I hope you’re not hurt, Mrs. Grey.” He spoke out to her. ”I’m single, not married… and yes, I’m fine.” Mia let him know without missing a beat. Keahu flashed her a neatly cleaned set of teeth and nodded before turning and running into Kali. “Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know where the Spa is, would you?”He nodded and pointed out of the lobby and to the left. “Just go out of the lobby, down the small steps and out into the garden, just 3 minutes past that and you should see it. You can’t miss it.” He said as she thanked him and pushed the now googly eyed Mia onward and out of the lobby.

”Honestly Mia, you could do better than someone from Maui.” Kali spoke out while walking down the garden path Keahu had instructed. ”I mean, sure he’s good looking, but what if he’s not all that he looks.” She warned with a look of wonder.”Whatever that means…” She spat back almost instantly. ”Just because you’re upset with Kristian, doesn’t mean you need to take it out on the world. Capiche?” Kali was honestly shocked at this; she didn’t know what to say. “Oh my goodness, did you hear about the fires in Honolulu?” A woman had said just upon Kali and Mia’s arrival to the Spa. ”What the bloody hell is going on around these islands?” Mia spoke out. ”I don’t know Mia, but I’m about to find out…” She spoke. And just like that she was off to catch the girls who were speaking of the fire. ”Excuse me, you just said there was a fire in Honolulu, right?”She asked them. “Uh, yes, at some parking lot, huge fire it was, but not sure what caused it…” At this Kali sighed and moved back to Mia. ”Everything alright?” she asked worried for her sister. ”No, Pan is on the islands somewhere and now I’m worried. I just hope she isn’t hurt.” She spoke in response while pulling out her phone and punching in Pan’s number.

Upon calling Pandora, she figured it’d go to voicemail, so she did all she could, and left a message. ”Pan, it’s me… Kali. I got your message. And I arrived to the islands a few hours ago. I’m in Maui. Call me, please. I was on my way to the spa with Mia and I heard some passerby talking about some fire in Honolulu. I know you said you were going to Hawaii. But you never said where, they told me the fire was huge. I’m just worried. Let me know you’re safe. Please…”*click* she hung up the phone and turned to Mia for support, in which was received with a hug and a pat of her hair.

”It’ll be alright, love. She’s going to be fine.”

As always Jason was a comfort to another woman in need, mainly Jane who had just witnessed her supposed wife kissing her ex husband. The bus was half way up the mountain now, and the gravity of what Jane had seen had finally sunk in. Twirling the wedding band that was on her left finger, she slowly pulled it off, and slid open the bus window, hurling it out into the jungle on the side of the road.

“Mmmmaaaah!” Extra oomph was used in her voice as she hurtled the ring as far away as she could. Closing the window again slowly, she let out a huge sigh, and then realized that Jason should be sitting with Pandora. “I’ll be okay, you should go sit with Pan.” It was like Jane to think about others, her sunny approach to life always seemed to shine through the darkest hours. Even as her own relationship now appeared in tatters, she was trying to match make Jason with Pandora.

“Have you kissed her yet?”

“No…why would you ask that?”

“Cause you make a cute couple?”

“No…no you have the wrong idea. She loves another man.”

Jane rolled her eyes. Typical. Everyone seemed to be with the wrong person on this island, just like how Jane had been with Mikala. Letting out another sigh, she lamented. “I guess I am not a lesbian anymore.” It was the oddest thing to hear her say. Jason couldn’t help but quirk a brow and then nudge her. “Perhaps your bisexual.” This made sense, and Jane shrugged. “I am officially off women, if they are going to pull this sort of shit.”

Jason put his arm around her and gave the girl a light squeeze. “We all make mistakes.” It was pretty clear that Jane had been played, but the reason for it was yet to surface.

“When I get back to the hotel, I am going to pack my bags and go home.” The sweet florist showing signs of a grumpy face. Jason patted her shoulder. “I’ll help you pack.”

<3>

Pandora’s phone vibrated in her pocket as the bus took them to the Diamond Head Volcano and she pulled it out to see that someone had left a voicemail. She put the phone to her ear to listen to the message.

”Pan, it’s me… Kali. I got your message. And I arrived to the islands a few hours ago. I’m in Maui. Call me, please. I was on my way to the spa with Mia and I heard some passerby talking about some fire in Honolulu. I know you said you were going to Hawaii. But you never said where, they told me the fire was huge. I’m just worried. Let me know you’re safe. Please…”

She sat back with a sigh. She didn’t mean to worry Kali. And she hadn’t meant to be out of touch for so long. She had wanted to wrap her mind around things before she spoke to her.

She pulled up her text messaging feature and sent Kali a text, explaining in not so many words what was going on. She just hoped the woman didn’t blow up the hotel with those freaky powers of hers.

Message sent, she put her phone away and looked up in time to see Jane toss something out the window. It glinted in the sunlight and Pandora assumed (correctly) that Jane had tossed away her wedding ring. Poor girl.

She was glad to see Jason keeping her company though. If anyone needed someone in their life it was the Doc. She smiled slightly as she watched the two of them. Someone deserved some happiness in this island paradise. Why not those two?

The bus came to a stop where they were meeting their guides for the hike. Everyone climbed off the bus to stretch their legs after the long ride before they gathered together with the guides. They were going to be split up in groups of three with one guide. Pandora suggested that she, Jason and Jane be a group together.

After going over some safety rules and precautions, the groups set out on their hike.

Arrivals – Gate 13

With Brock’s plane touching down at the International airport, there would be no one to greet him, as this was a rushed trip to get to Hawaii and find Pandora. Coming out of the corridor and making his way down to luggage pickup, all he could think about was seeing his beloved Pandora again. Thoughts turned to how she would react, and if she was going hurl abuse or worse – a fire ball. He stood with the hundred or so other passengers as their bags went around the baggage carousel waiting for his backpack to emerge, before spotting it. He stepped forward as a loving couple passed him, obviously homeward bound after a good vacation, the dark haired woman was laughing.

“She ate it up, honey. I’m telling you, it was the easiest sting I have ever done. Now, we are fifty thousand dollars richer and that daft blonde twit won’t know it till we are long gone out of the country.”

Brock overheard the woman and frowned as he picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. People. What was the world coming too?” Brock then headed out to the taxi rank, to hire a cab to take him to Pandora’s hotel. One cab driver was smoking inside his small taxi, as Brock leaned in the window.

“Can you take me to the Kahala Hotel and Resort in Oahu?”

“Sure buddy, hop in.”

Throwing his bag in the back, he jumped in and put his seat belt on. The cab driver hit the in use sign, and then pulled out from the curb. “You here for the waves?” Clearly the driver thought that Brock was a surfer. Brock shook his head and smiled.“No, I am here to find the love of my life.”

“You found the right place for that! Hahaha.”

Diamond Head Bus

Getting out of the bus with Jason, Jane tried to be upbeat. She watched Pandora, who was now getting around without her cane. Amazed at her recovery, Jane asked. “So what wonder drugs are you on, that made you heal so fast?” Jason soon followed Jane and adjusted his backpack, as he heard Jane ask the bizarre question. “I don’t think its drugs, more like the fresh air and surrounds. She is high on life.”

Jane slapped Jason’s arm playfully and uttered. “Well, I need more of what she is having.” Both then looked to Pandora expectantly. “Ready to go?” Jason asked.

<3>

Pandora ignored Jane’s comments about her fast healing abilities, preferring that the less people who know what she can do the better. “Let’s do this.” Pandora smiled, hitching her backpack up onto her shoulders. They followed their guide, a hunky guy named (of all things) Bruno, up the trail as he pointed out various things along the way. It was simply beautiful here. Pandora had her cell out, snapping photographs of various birds and trees and flowers.

The 2-hour hike, although not difficult, was ardorous. The rocky path was uneven and slightly steep and was probably not recommended for people with heart conditions. Pandora was thanking her lucky stars that she was in such good shape.

They stopped for a water and snack break just before they reached the tunnel leading to the military observation platform.

Pandora munched on her trailmix as she took in the view behind her sunglasses. The sun was high in the sky, and she pulled a baseball cap from her bag to pull it on her head.

“Hope you guys brought a hat. That sun is fierce.” she suggested to her companions. She would have suggested sunscreen as well, but she didn’t need it, her genetic makeup being what it was. She wouldn’t burn or peel. Women were often jealous of her natural ability to tan without the side effects.

“God this place is fantastic.” she breathed as she looked around. “I don’t know why I waited so long to come.” Pandora had never felt more relaxed in her life. This vacation is exactly what she needed.

The taxi cab pulled up into the car park of the Kahala Hotel and Resort, where the scorched remains of a few cars were still in the process of being taken away by police investigator units. The driver leaned over the seat with his arm and said. “29.50.” Brock took out his wallet and handed over thirty dollars, before grabbing his backpack and alighting from the taxi. The driver waved and sung out. “Aloha.”

Brock headed inside the lobby of the resort and up to the guest reception area, where he rang a bell and waited to be served. A pretty young guest manager came out and said.“Aloha and welcome to Kahala Hotel and Resort, how can I help you?”

The young pilot took out his reservation papers that he got off line, and handed them over. “I’ve booked the presidential suite under Brock Carrendar.” The girl’s eyes lit up when she realized they had such a wealthy guest staying at the hotel. “Of course, let me get you checked in, and have someone take your bag.” Brock dismissed that right off the bat. “No, no thanks I can carry it. But there is something you can do for me.” The girl looked at him with a slightly tilted head, before leaning over and whispering in her ear. The guest manager broke out into a large grin and even giggled at some of the details.

“Of course Sir. Leave everything to us. You won’t be dissapointed.”

Brock winked as she gave him the key to his room, along with a guide to the resorts facilities. Letting out something of a nervous sigh, he then headed off towards his room, which was on the top floor of the resort hotel.

Diamond Head Hiking Trail

For the meantime, Jane was enjoying herself in the company of Pandora and Jason as they started their way on the hiking trail. The scenery was simply breath taking, and Jane was once again bubbly with all the sights and the sounds. Asked if she brought a hat by Jane, she pulled one out of her backpack and popped it on her head. It had a wide brim and shaded her face well. Jason had a baseball cap, so he quickly donned that and kept on after Jane and Pandora, who kept a pretty brisk pace.

Jason shared a snack pack with Jane, who had forgotten to pack something of sustenance to eat aside from a Mars bar that melted in the heat. One thing for sure, she was going to have a hard time cleaning out her bag.

On finally reaching the military platform, Jane went to the edge and looked down over the vast mountainside, pointing out different things she could see, and then taking out her cell to take some pictures. Jason didn’t stray too far, speaking to the tour guide about the history of the area, as it was one of his interests. The day wasn’t turning out so bad, but what was waiting for Jane back at the hotel was going to leave her devastated.

Pandora’s room – Kahala Hotel and Resort in Oahu

One of the guest manager’s unlocked the door to Pandora’s room, and tip toed over to the bed in the adjacent bedroom. There, she set down an envelope that was tied to a single red rose with a red bow. On the inside of the envelope was a note, that said simply;

“If you want to know where your heart is
look were your mind goes when it wanders.”

“Meet me on the beach deck at 8pm tonight.”

“An Admirer.”

The guest manager smirked, then left the room as quickly as she had came.

<3>

It was nearly 5 when they got back to the bus, everyone in good spirits after such a pleasant afternoon. But the real world awaited them once again. For Pandora, it was to the knowledge that her life was irrevocably changed. For Jane, it was to the knowledge that the woman who was supposed to love her for the rest of their lives, was a two-timing bitch. For Jason, it was to the crushing lonliness that had been a part of his life for 6 months. 3 different lives…3 different journeys.

An hour later they were back at the hotel. Pandora was exhausted after such a hike and she wished Jason and Jane a good night, leaving the two of them alone together. They didn’t see the smirk on her face as she walked to her room.

Suite 104

She entered her room, closing the door behind her. The sun was just beginning to set and she didn’t feel the need to turn on any lights, choosing to use the natural light of the evening to move around her room. She dropped the backpack on the bed before she stripped herself bare and headed into the shower, not noticing right away the note and rose someone had left for her.

As she showered, she wondered if she should order room service or go down to the dining room. She decided she had enough of being cooped up in her room like a self-induced prisoner. After drying off, she slipped into a light and gauzy dress and a pair of sandals.

Seeing the backpack on the bed, she remembered she needed to return it to the front desk and moved to take out her personal belongings. She went to pick it up to open it and that’s when she spied the rose and note on her bed.

“What the-?” she frowned, picking up both.

“If you want to know where your heart is
look were your mind goes when it wanders.”

“Meet me on the beach deck at 8pm tonight.”

“An Admirer.”

“Who? What?” she frowned again. At first she thought it might have been Jason, but he gave off the vibe of not being interested in her in such a way. The only other males she’d spoken to since arriving were Gino and Bruno. it was easy for them both to get her room number.

She was wary enough not to go, but intrigued enough to find out what was going on. And she never could resist a good mystery.

Gathering her things, she headed out, dropping off the backpack to the front desk before she made her way down to the beach. It was a quiet evening, the warm ocean breeze hardly rustling the palm trees overhead. Humming Bryan Adams’s “Summer of 69″ under her breath, she walked across the sand until she came to the area indicated in the note. There was a table set for two, surrounded by lit torches and candles of all shapes and sizes.

There was no one in sight.

“Hello?” she called out, waiting for someone to appear.

Chapter Two

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IceTe3a: His green hues watching her every move looking deep into her soul as his devilish grin shows upon his face, watching as she slowly backed up her body hitting the edge of a table as he shook his head slightly “Tsk tsk tsk.., Where do you think you’re going?” he said in his cocky voice as he tilted his head to the side “I’m not done having fun with you” as his piercing green eyes change to a deep glowing red, he slowly steps closer taking his time as he hears her heart thumping louder and louder. Turning to the side he walks directly towards the wall where the shadows were “When I’m done playing.. and torturing you..” he said as his voice echoed his body disappeared into the shadows, moments passed as he reappeared standing next to the right side of her his right arm had changed into its devil form looking like armor plating had molded into his arm the entirety of his arm was red as what seemed to be blackened gloves with one big spike running up, his fingertips deadly sharp it looked like armor gloves but it wasn’t just a part of his natural body, raising his index finger as the pointed tip slowly drags down the side of her face “you’ll scream for me to kill you, and then I’ll play with you some more” he let out a sinister laugh as he arched a brow at her response that she was indeed returning the egg to the mother. “Oh?” he said as he leaned his entire body to the side taking a glance outside he could hear the roar of the dragon screaming in anger for its missing child still in egg. “well than, shall we return it” he said as the fingers on his right arm grapples the scruff of her hair, he walks towards the entrance of the cave dragging her along knowing full well the dragon would be pissed off and was seeking blood for this misdeed. He was going to toy with her by using the dragon “She sounds pretty angry” he said as another roar echoed, they finally reach the outside of the cave he could hear heavy beating wings from above as gusts of wind batter against the plant life on the ground swirling them around and around in place. “Oh there’s a open field right there” he said chuckling as he continued to drag her into the forest line intending on taking her out to the open fields for the dragon to see all what was happening, although the dragon was watching from above slowly following the pair it flew off into the distance perhaps to prepare for landing as they reached the edge of the forest the dragon was nowhere to be seen “She’ll be back, you can bet your life on it” he said as he looked down towards her with a smile.

CharlotteCarrendar: Death seemed like a really good option now, as the daemon toyed with her mind. He heard her bump into the table as she tried to back away from him. He queried where she was going, to which she replied. “Outside?” her voice weak in comparison to his. This did not please the daemon’s ears for he had not finished having fun with her yet. A silent “O” left her lips as she clutched the dragon’s egg tight. Eyes wide as saucers when he vanished into the wall, musing of how when he was done with his torture and games, she would be begging him to put her life to it’s terrible end. Yes…death was a picnic compared to what lay in store for this wretched elf. No sooner had he vanished into the shadows, he then appeared on her right side – dragging the pointed tip of his index finger down her cheek. The tract mark left in its wake formed a reddened welt that would remain for many moons. Gulping as she felt his cool breath kiss her skin, Nip tried to find words to express her fear. But his laughter drowned out any such notion. He then had a wonderful idea. Nip had spoke of returning the egg, and that being said he took her at her word. Dragging her by the hair out of the cave with her feet scraping along in the dust and rock. You could hear the enraged roar of the mother dragon high above the cave system. Sweeping over and again – in search of the silver haired thief and her precious egg. Ice commented on how angry the dragon sounded, and fearfully Nip nodded in agreement. Oh, she was pissed. Barely being able to keep herself upright, Nip was dragged out into an open plain where she had seen the dragon only moments before, but she headed off probably to get a good run up at landing. “She’ll be back, you can bet your life on it” Ice said with a horrid smirk. “What is a life….I ask you?” The elf now racking her brains on what to do. “Heh….oh help.” Nip cried as she held up the dragon’s egg and sung out. “Dragon!….Here you go. Sorry…and everything. She’s all yours!” And then she closed her eyes, waiting her her head to be ripped off by an angered dragon. <3>

IceTe3a: Ice stood where the edge of the forest line met with the open plains his hues glancing down at the young elf who had the egg in hand raised above her head apologizing to the mother dragon and begging for her to take the egg back, he chuckled slightly as he leaned down “That won’t save you, There is no god here to protect you little elf” he leaned back up as he dragged her across the ground into the open fields, kicking and screaming if need be. His hues looking up at the sky he could hear the dragon but he could not see the dragon, where was she? He said as they were now out near the middle of the field he let go of her hair as she fell to the floor “Don’t try to run, I’m faster” he said as he didn’t bother looking down at her, instead he wondered about 10 meters ahead of her arms raised outward with his palms to the sky “Oh big mama!” he shouted as he chuckled out loudly, spinning on the ball of his feet he glanced down to the elf “I have the thief here for you Big Mama!!” he shouted as he gave the elf a wink “She’ll be with you shortly” as he felt a thunderous crash behind him the ground shook, dropping his arms to his side’s his hues looked directly into the eyes of the elf as he knew the dragon was behind him. The dragon let out a aggressive roar *ROOAARRRR* followed by a snort and a whip of the wing’s she was pissed, and she was focused on ice. The Dragons mouth opens wide as it lets out a hellish roar, A light appears deep from inside its mouth as flames build up spewing out of her mouth it comes out steaming hot surely hot enough to melt the skin of any man, engulfing Ice and the entire area in front of him the heat wave flies straight through the young elf she would be able to feel slightly the intensity of the heat from her distance let alone being engulfed by the actual flame. The dragon continues to spew out fire as the ground starts to smolder and catch alight, it went on for minutes finally out of the fire a voice appears “Stupid Oversized Lizard, you may be able to breathe fire Like I, But I am born of it” A sinister chuckle comes out of the fire as the dragons mouth closes letting off a almost confused sound. The fire dies down leaving Ice standing there steam rising from his body as he looked unharmed. Dragon’s being magical beings are smart and know a lot about other magical beings she knew her flames now would not damage this man as Ice laughed out loudly. He did not think anything of the dragon but it had been awhile since he last faced one, the dragons tail whipped around it’s body with extreme force collecting Ice by the side of his chest, sending him flying at immense speed through the air “Lucky shot..” he said as he groaned slightly the hit wasn’t enough to damage ice immensely but the tree coming up… *SMASH… CRACK* Ices head hit a thick old tree as his body went limb he fell out of the air down onto his back onto the ground, he was now unconscious from the solid blow. It would take minutes before Ice regained consciousness that’s for sure it takes more than that to keep him down. The dragon snorted happy with disposing him for now as her eyes fall upon the young elf watching ever closely, waiting and judging the young thief.

CharlotteCarrendar: Out from the underground caverns, the same crow that had dropped its feather for the witch was now free from the darkened recesses. Broken from its stone prison that had kept it silent for over five hundred years, it was now of feather and flesh flying high as it dared. You could say the crow was rather pleased to no longer be an ornament. The Devil’s own crow who had seen much in its long existence, both in the mortal plane and the immortal. But this day…oh this was special. For not only did a silver elf chance upon an evil witch, but the same silver haired elf was carrying a magical egg. Yes, it was shiny and sparkled as the light captured its brilliant sheen, but what was more was the child had a connection to the egg that was unknown to the nasty daemon. Many many centuries before there was another girl just like this one now that held a dragon’s egg in her hands, and raised the dragon as her own. Legend says that she was one of the first dragon riders of Magor. But that tale long became a story that was told to young children before they went to rest. Now, it was like history was about to repeat itself, except there was a pesky daemon lord standing in the way of that. He believed that the dragon would be only too willing to kill the girl to get back the egg. Ice had dragged her further afield, since the mother dragon had taken flight. The crow then landed on the child’s shoulder and watched with its head tilting back and forth. Red eyes seeing more than you would think. The Elf was too scared to shoo away the crow, still holding the egg with her eyes shut tight. Nothing would save her according to Ice…nothing…nothing at all. No God, nor man. At least…that is what he thought. Little did he realize that the dragon was right behind him. Blasting him with a fiery reception that would have made anyone else a charcoaled corpse. “Ooooo!” The elf cried, thinking how utterly brave Ice was, or totally oblivious to the Dragon’s anger currently pointed at him. The crow actually chuckled and then sort of hopped around on the girl’s shoulder, like this was a terrific show and about to get a lot better. And did it ever. No sooner was the daemon paying the dragon lip service, the dragon lashed out with her tail and knocked him clear for six…..out of the ball park…far…far…yes the crow and the girl heard him fly through the air. A bird? A plane? No…but he sure crashed like one. Right into a tree and knocked out cold. The crow nearly fell off the elf girl’s shoulder hooting and cawing. Yes, this was worth hanging around for. But the fun wasn’t over yet. The dragon had now zeroed in on the girl, and thundered over, eyeing her with big….googly eyes. Nip showed the biggest smile she could as she placed the egg on the ground and gave it a light pat. “Safe…and sound. See?” As she backed away, the egg started to crack, and splinter. The elf took a quick look back. “Heh….I didn’t do that.” Then…the egg top popped off and a head sprung out of the top. “SQUARWK!” Oh…it was so cute. The elf girl started to tip toe away as the mother dragon no doubt would be too pre occupied to care about a silly silver haired elf now. The elf had a perfect chance to escape, but then something glinted from around the sleeping daemon’s neck. What was it? Ohhhhh it was shiny. The girl couldn’t help herself. She snuck over towards the sleeping Ice and then prodded him with a finger to see if he would wake. He didn’t. The crow squawked and then had an evil glint in it’s eyes. “Try to take the collar, you know you want too.” The bird teased as the girl gasped. “You can talk!” the bird ruffled it’s feathers and chuckled. “Course I can…now…try to take the collar before he wakes up.” The elf girl reached out slowly towards it with her left hand, just touching the edge.<3>

iceTe3a: – The chain starts to shake slowly reacting to the female’s left arm slowly getting closer, dark whispering chants of several female voices could be heard as her fingertips were edging closer to the chain. The ground around him shook as the pressure around the two became harder, the chain slides into her palm almost like a snake as it slowly coils itself around her wrist the end of the link seems to attach itself perfectly to another link now the chain was around her wrist not to tight but tight enough that it wouldn’t slide off, her arm burns slightly as fire writing runs up her arm forming burning tattoo marks in delicate writing of the daemons this was to symbolize the bonding of the two. Ice was being force bonded to the elf as his body pulses and shakes on the floor, the skies grow dark as thunder and lightning clashes, winds stir higher and higher the link was made between the two, Ice was now bonded to the young elf and there was nothing else he could do about it the voices of the chanting females got faster and louder as the ritual was almost complete, the young elf’s body would start to pulse an Ice’s aura as a flame appears on the left side of his neck slowly it danced and wrote her name in fine scripted writing on the left side of his neck, A slam of what sounded like a drum and all went back to normal the females voices disappeared as the skies cleared up the weather turned back to a normal sunny day the full bond was made between the two one that could not be broken by ice and only traded to another if the current bonder was willing but she would not realize the power she had just gained for herself and over ice, not for awhile anyway. Oh sweet irony had played its final trick on Ice as his path was now set in stone once more, he was capable to escape this bond once before but the bonding magic was ever adapting and learning, it grew never making the same mistakes it was ready for him and to keep him in place, it was left down to the young elf girl as to what happened from now on.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The eyes of the crow were sparkling, gleeful as it watched with a growing fascination with the girl’s dainty fingers almost touching the collar. The crow knew, oh he knew and this was the dastardly part. The devil may dance to the tune of this whimsical song; of how a high powered daemon became shackled to a thief. A girl that knew nothing of the incredible power of Ice. Nip let out a gasp as the chain of light and silver snaked it’s way around her wrist till forming a very tight bond. “Hey!” she cried, but oh…the fun was just beginning. The crow took flight and landed upon a lower branch. Leaning forward it did a little dance and crowed. “I forgot to mention. You can’t remove his collar, as pretty and shiny as it is…..but you can get attached to it.” He was right about that. The girl’s heart beat so fast – pounding hard in her chest. Her face turning white with fear as she felt the burning on her arm. Searing lettering that swirled and marked her like a tattoo. High above the very heavens seemed to join into this strange ritual. Thunder claps with blazing lighting filling the air and clouds. Dark swirling and ominous. Then the sound of a loud drum, which was in time with the writing now appearing on Ice’s neck. “Oooh no.” The girl whispered, thinking all this magic can’t be a good thing. The daemon hates her guts…and now they are chained together? The chanting of voices singing songs that the girl didn’t understand, only adding to the confusion. But as quickly as it began, at the end of the influx of power that was now spiriting throughout her own being, the skies became clear and the drumming stopped. The voices faded and then you could only hear the squawk of the baby dragon with its mother and the cackling of the crow. “That…daemon is going to be more pissed than that dragon ever was…Ahahahaha!” Nip was terrified that this would be true. She was about to learn the most valuable lesson of all. CRIME DOESN’T PAY! <3>

IceTe3a: -The deed was done and there was nothing anyone could do about this, as Ice was about to learn of his fate soon and boy was he going to be pissed, the chain swayed with the young females arm movements it shined brightly as did the spikes around his collar. *Ugh..* Ice groaned as his body shifts he was waking up *That fucken.. lizard..* he groaned again as his right palm wiped his face, he shook his head from side to side to shake the feeling as his hues open up, they had changed to pure white snow as he looks up noticing the young female kneeling before him a single brow arches as he comes to a stand before her “A smart person would have run away by now” as he glanced over to the mother dragon and her newborn “Right, payback time. I’ma cook me some fresh dragon” he started to walk away only getting two steps away from the young lady before his neck is pulled backwards his body falls back down onto the ground, the young female would hardly register a pull of her wrist at all this would be the power of the collar, Ice had no strength against it as he could not move further than the chain was let out but the young female could drag him around as if he was weightless and not even attached to her, one of the perks of the chain. “What the hell was that” he said in a grumbling voice as he looked back to the young female noticing a chain leading from her left wrist to him, he felt the chain leading to his collar as his eyes widen, a deep growl comes from his stomach as his eyes flash a bright red glow “What have you done!!” He yelled as he came to his feet, disappearing and reappearing standing before her his fist raised in the air he threw his right fist towards her at a great speed but his body stops his arm mid throw, the collar not allowing him to bring harm to the young female in any way, shape or form “Ugh!! Fuck” he said as he growled looking up he noticed that same crow from before as his hair color swirled from white to black and back to white again, the change in his hair color signals his state’s full black being his chaotic side of him (-Ice’s chaotic state- In this state ‘Ice’ has dark black hair and usually pale white or red hues, what little sense of mercy he had is now gone. Unforgiving and wild to a point of chaotic sense, he will not listen to reason in this state as it is a cocky state of outward rage in a sense though he is in complete control of himself and his actions it is more of a “Fuck it, enough is enough” state. Hardly seen in this state unless pushed to the limits, In this state Ice has passed his “Dark side” power potential limits unlocking and releasing the restrictions he places on himself, further heightening the bar to his limits.) “You showed her how!?” he said talking to the crow he growled as he looked down at the girl “Oh if I could get ahold of you I’d make you scream so loud..” he growled as he glanced back up to the crow “I may not be able to harm her but you.. Oh you I can kill” he smirked as a fireball appeared swirling in his right palm he threw it at the branch the crow was sitting on “I’ll remember you and I’ll make you suffer, Begone! Share no more of my secrets!” he growled attempting to shoo the demonic crow away.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The crow was in absolute comedy heaven. At first it sat stony quiet as the daemon roused from his slumber, blaming the dragon. Naturally. The crow’s eyes averted to the playful new baby dragon and its ever loving mummy, to the horrified look on Nip’s face at the realization that hell..was about to be…unleashed. Finally fixing a gaze on her, the daemon said A smart person would have run away by now” Nip nodded and in a weak voice she replied. “I know.” Cause if she had smarts, she would be running far away. But the problem was the chain. Course, he hadn’t twigged to that part yet. He was all too consumed with giving that dragon what for. “Here we go.” The crow laughed as Ice started his march, like Popeye about to take on Pluto. Course the chain had other ideas and no sooner had he reached his limit the chain reefed him back so hard he fell flat on his back. “Ahahahaha!” The crow was doubling over with laughter at the startled look on Ice’s face. “What have you done!!” He roared. Nip shuddered and kept pointing at his collar. “It was shiny…I just wanted to touch it.” The crow added. “She became…rather attached. Ahaha.” Nip frowned at the bird, only to then turn back and see the daemon charge her and try to smack her lights out, only to be warded off by the power of the collar and chain. He…couldn’t hurt her if he wanted too. Cowering she looked up from beneath her forearm and blinked. “I still have a head.” She even felt around. “Why can’t he hit me?” she cried and the bird answered for her. “Don’t you know its magic…babbbbbby. Oi…I have an idea, why not try to fling the wrist band off. You know. Flail your arm around like…like waving at the Queen.” The elf wasn’t that bright and gave it a go. The force of her arm waving would probably drag Ice from one end of the clearing to the other effortlessly, probably having him drive face first into the grass. Ice was already trying to despatch the bird, who very carefully decided to fly around behind the elf, so his fire balls couldn’t hit…a thing. “Ya missed!…Sucker!” the bird chortled loudly, laughing up a storm. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as the bird explains what’s going on to Nip, he growls as the bird keeps giving away his secrets then his ears perk at the bird asking nip to wave her hand, his eyes widen ‘fuck’ he thinks to himself as his hues flick down to nip. “Don’t you fu…” to late the young elf waves her hand from side to side as the chain followed it pulled ice along with force sending him flying downward face first into the ground beside her legs, the bird had dodged the fireball as it was now hiding behind the young elf “Oh you fucken bird, you will pay for this, I swear” he grumbles into the dirt, pushing himself up to a seated position he grumbles as he glances over to nip “Don’t you fucken do that again” as he grips onto the chain around his collar and tries to yank it off, his muscles flexing as he does so. No go there as the chain remained unmarked from his efforts he goes to touch his collar as his digits touch it gently, it gives him a electrical shock as his hand jolts back away from the collar “FUCK” he screams as he knows the bond was well and truly done, he glances over to nip once more and growls at her lightly “You have no Idea what you have just done… When I get free I will make you suffer, along with that rat with wings” he growls out deep from inside him. He was well and truly stuck but how would Nip take this? How would she react and how would she use this to her advantage if at all and lastly what was she going to do with him, these questions all ran through his mind as he knew he had to figure a way to outsmart the collar or Nip herself, to get himself free and then.. then he will burn this entire world down to ash. “Bird I will end you, if you do not stop telling her everything. Do you so freely give up your own kind?” he glances back to the dragon as he smirks he was going to show her just exactly the extent of his powers as he raised his right hand palm open facing the baby dragon “Life’s a bitch bub, time to learn this lesson” he said directing it to the dragon as electricity starts to spark off his fingertips clashing, he was going to fire a bolt of electricity right at the baby surely this would kill the new born if he fired it, the current surging throughout his palm as the sparks get wilder flying off his fingertips and entwining around his fingers preparing to fire its bolt.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nip held up her finger to her lips with a surprised expression after her hand waving sent the daemon on a rather nasty trip..right into the ground. “I didn’t do that.” She uttered as the daemon was reading not only her the riot act but also the crow who was practically hoarse from all the laughter. Five hundred odd years as a stone bird to come alive to this? So worth it. And he was milking it for everything he had. Ice was cursing and finger pointing, being all macho and nasty, then for his efforts the collar zapped him a beauty when he foolishly tried to take it off. Naturally, the daemon wanted to lash out. He wanted to fry something…something..that no one would have picked. His horrid gaze settling on the cute baby dragon, who by now was blowing smoke rings and falling down on it’s cute little tushy. Why, no one would want to hurt such an adorable thing? Wanna bet. Ice turned to face the unsuspecting baby dragon, and he raised his right arm menacingly. The crow watched and said. “Southern fried lizard for one…coming up!” This alerted Nip to what was going on. “But you can’t, it’s a baby!” She cried. Now, one thing she came to realize was that as Ice was charging up his powers, that same power was coursing through her veins as well. Little did she know it, but she could channel his without so much as a thought. The sparks were building around his finger tips. Crackling with an intensity that was a sign of the release of a great surge of electrical charge. Gripping the chain with both hands she reefed on it so hard, that Ice should fall back, and instead of zapping the baby dragon….he would zap the crow instead. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues set on the baby dragon, which was playing in the field in front of its mother unaware of the situation at hand, the electricity building up around his hand almost ready to fire as Nips hand started to do the same thing, he heard her cry out saying it’s only a baby, as if this bothered Ice before “I’ve killed plenty of newborn’s before, men, women, child they’re all the same to me” this was true the body count for Ice was too high for any one person to figure out, as many had fallen to his cruel blade he never showed mercy to anyone be they child or female he did not care and showed equal cruelty towards them all. He chuckled slightly as he was ready to fire off the blast of electricity only to feel the pull of the chain upon his collar yanked it sent him crashing down towards Nip his head landing on her boots as his electric spark fires directly at the crow with fast speed the crow surely to be hit by the unintentional blast towards him. What Nip didn’t realize was that she not only had total control over him and his powers being able to tap into his powers and use them for herself but she also had powers of her own to be used on him such as powers to stop him from talking to an electrical shock coming from his collar to size transformation (Self explanatory) , shape transformation ( The ability to turn Ice into everyday objects – self explanatory) among other powers that she will find either by study or by accident. Her hand was charged as well as the current from her palm was sent flying through the chain and into his collar shocking Ice around the neck it forced him to grit his teeth slightly as steam from the heat of the blast sizzled off the skin from his neck around the collar “Oh you stupid little girl” he said as he glanced up to her forced to stay down she still had the chain in her hands not allowing Ice to move from his current position. “Are you really that slow and dumb?! Grow a brain would you!” he growled snapping at her, insulting her intelligence “You act like a child, grow up” he snapped at her again his eyes giving her a sinister look towards her ways, if she was going to get a hold of Ice she would have to step up.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Black feathers rained down on the pair after the crow finally got a blast that was meant for the baby dragon. In the background, the baby dragon was rolling around and playing with its wings, the mother quite content now to lay down and watch. In the meantime, the Elf was fast cottoning on to what was happening between them The way she felt the surge in her finger tips, and how on grabbing the chain that sent the current down the rings till striking the collar and causing Ice to grit his teeth and smoulder. This…was affecting him in a way that the only method of retaliation was to be brutal with words. As they say, words are weapons – sharper than knives. He started by calling her dumb, slow and that she needed to grow a brain. Nip went cross eyed at that last statement, for she was pretty sure she already had one. The cooked looking crow was back on a branch and you could see smoke rising off its pink skin. But back to Nip. She furrowed her brow as her eyes turned to slits. “I’m a child, yet you act more spoilt than any baby I have ever seen. That baby dragon has done nothing to you, yet you want to harm it….for what? To prove how big and powerful you are. You…are nothing but..a big fat bully!” That said she gripped the chain and let out a loud rawr as she unwittingly sent a shock of energy back through the chain to his collar. <3>

IceTe3a: He arches a brow from the question Nip was asking stating how the young dragon had done nothing to deserve being killed, she than started calling him a child and spoilt, followed by a big fat bully, really? She called him a big fat bully? She grabbed the collar and roared loudly sending down a major shock down the chain and into the collar it zapped Ice hard as his neck muscles flexed and tensed due to the force of the shock, he growled once it was over “Says the female calling a full adult male a big fat bully..” he sighs slightly as he shook his head “ How does anyone take you seriously, and it’s more simple than it hasn’t done anything” he glances from the dragon to her “Simply, because I can” he chuckled slightly as he smirked “What would you know of me to call me spoilt?” he smirked, never caring what anyone said about him at the end of the day they’d all be dead at his feet as he stood up he towered over the young elf looking down he arched a brow “All I can say is, I’m who I am. You may have power over me but you’ll never be as fast as me. Once I’m free from your bond I will destroy you” His eyes glow a dark black as he raises his right arm up and clench’s his fingers into a fist with great speed, Nip if she was looking would be able to see the mother dragon and baby dragon behind Ice as suddenly the mother dragon explodes sending blood and guts flying everywhere the baby dragon was sent flying a few meters back from the force of the explosion as it let out a scared cry for help, not realizing what had just happened to the other dragon. Ice allows his right hand to drop as his gaze never left the gaze of Nip “You have no clue who you are fucking with, until I am free I will destroy all those who you care for that come near you. I will be a as much as a curse as a burden on your shoulders until the day I am free” he smirked as it rained down heavy everything was getting wet as specks of red appears splatting on Ice’s face, the tip of his tongue pokes out of his lips as it licks the red color off his lips it was the blood of the mother dragon falling down from the sky showering everything in the field, “Your move child” he simply stated showing her the full force of his nature.

CharlotteCarrendar: The sheer horror that the elf felt as Ice let fly with his revenge in such a manner that it would cause an adult dragon to simply explode, had left the girl speechless as the colour drained from her face. How could anyone be so callous and cruel? Even the crow was shocked by the sheer scale to which the daemon inflicted the damaging and killer blow on the dragon. The baby dragon was thrown metres away and everything in a large radius was drenched in the drizzle of the dragon mother’s blood, even Nip. Her mouth hung open as streaks of blood ran down her face. The elf’s first thought was to get the baby dragon and scoop it up in her arms. If she held it, then the wicked daemon could not kill it. At least that is how she thought it worked. The daemon threatened her with the words that she would destroy all that she cared about….everyone and everything she held dear. He would be a curse and a burden until he was free. “Your move, child.” Knowing that she could now never go home, she held the dragon tight in her arms and started to walk. He would have to follow of course, how could he not….but what she had planned for him was going to make him wish he never met her. The crow watched the child march off and he couldn’t help but follow along. This was going to get good. She refused to speak as she walked through the blood soaked field. He may be all powerful, but he couldn’t force her to yield, if she was smart about it. <3>

IceTe3a: His hues watch as the color fades from the elf’s face, she was shocked that he had done such a cruel thing to a beast like that “Simple, Isn’t it?” he smirked as he watched her pick up the baby dragon in her arms he rolled his eyes “There is but one thing we have in common in life, this is death. The strong survive and the weak die under the boot of the strong” The blood of the mother dragon finally stopped raining down on everything as all before the eye could see was covered in thick red blood, wiping his face he smirked as he licked his fingers clean, he had made his statement and both of them finally realized what potential Ice had within him and why no one should ever fuck with him less they are willing to lose their life. This world was new to him but it seemed like the same sort of era he was in before, in hindsight if he had done away with Nip back in the cave this would have never happened, sweet irony was a bitch at the best of times, that’ll teach him to play around for so long; Next time he won’t make the same mistake. At this point she was ignoring him in which he could not care less. He chuckled slightly as he admired his handy work “Overgrown lizard was taught a lesson this day” he glanced down to the baby dragon and smirked “Let that be a lesson for your kind” he watched as Nip turned around and started to walk away, the chain pulled him forward as he quickly stepped into a walk not wanting to fall to the ground and be dragged on the ground behind her he kept the same pace as he walked behind her. His eyes flicker up to the crow as he arches a brow “Perhaps now you see the errors in your misdeeds crow” he smirked as he knew he’d get the crow back for what he had done. Ice was sure he’d never have to deal with a situation like this again but by dumb luck Nip stumbled upon his secret as he glanced around where exactly where they going?

CharlotteCarrendar: Where were they going, you might well ask? If it was one thing that Nip was good at it was navigating her way around the fair lands of Magor. From the rolling pastures, to the mountains that reached the very clouds. Lakes of pristine waters where the blue of the sky christened the water and it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started. The baby dragon hid its head in under the arm of the silver elf as it seemed that Ice loved the sound of his own voice. And he used it. Chuckling and smirking at his own take on the situation. Even the crow had to admit, the daemon’s attack on the dragon left even him shaken. The drizzled dragon blood had now started to set in Nip’s hair and formed something of a thick mat which wasn’t very appealing. Onward they marched, through the forest till coming across a large hut that was in the centre of a green wood. Large piles of logs were stacked up one side of the building with smoke drifting out of the chimney stack at the top of the thatched roof. The roof was a dome shape and everything used to make the building had come from the forest and surrounding mines. Inside you could hear the whistling sound that was coming from an old man. Every now and then you heard talking, then insane laughter before it died down again. Coming to a stop, Nip sung out. “Olav…it’s Nip. I brought a friend.” Now, this had the voice inside the forest dwelling growl and then the large door opened with a terrible thud. Standing there, was a giant of a man who had only one eye. “Nip….who that?” he pointed with a large gnarled finger, his other hand reaching around to scratch his ass. He wasn’t terrible bright, and being over 8 foot tall, he didn’t look human either. Turning her head to Ice she said. “He killed the Silver dragon!” The Cyclops like man gasped and then spotted the baby dragon in her arms. “Where’s the heart?” He exclaimed, as he noticed she was drenched in dragon blood. “In the open plains….and the forest….and possibly the river….sort of spread all over.” The Cyclops wandered over and leaned against his club. “Are you stupid? Who wastes a dragon heart like that?” He was referring to Ice.<3>

IceTe3a: He grumbles as they continue to walk through the terrain, Nip seemed to know her way around obviously growing up travelling through the various terrain of this world had left her the ability to navigate with ease without getting lost. He was still curious as to where he was exactly, what world had he found himself on and what was the situation on this planet “What do you call this planet” he said smirking as he followed her behind, his hues looking around the various terrain this planet was fairly untouched by the humans that dwelled here, the vast plant life showed this so he had a good idea of the era he was in. shifting his weight his giant sword shifts with him as he glances back at it “Someone’s dying for the taste of blood” he smirked as he spoke to his broadsword “Soon, I’m sure we’ll find something to quench your thirst for now at least. As he takes note of everything they finally happen upon the middle of a forest with a rather large hut, it had signs of people living in the stacks of cut wood, the smoking chimney stated the fact that someone was living in here. There the voices from inside a louder older voice perhaps a older man lived in these woods, some sort of hermit. Confirming Ice’s first thoughts as he arches a brow, what exactly was she thinking of doing? Did she not hear he would destroy everything in his path.
Chuckling slightly he shook his head “Making this too easy child” as he watches Nip holler out to the owner of the house, moments later a Giant comes strolling out of the house he had to be at least 8 foot tall at least this explains why the voice was so loud and deep. The two started to converse as Olav pointed to Ice asking who he was, Nip more than happy to explain who he was and what he had done as Olav replied asking where the heart was, in which Ice shrugged as he examined the giant of a man “You’d perhaps be an interesting fight” he smirked, his hues flash and turn to a bright red glow as he glanced over from the one called Olav to Nip arching a brow glancing down to the baby dragon who was hiding its head into nip from him make Ice chuckle “At least the baby dragon’s smart enough to know when to hide” he looked up at the giant man Nip called Olav as he yawned slightly “You’re child of a friend is kind of stupid, You realize this right?”

CharlotteCarrendar: Olav let out a terrible laugh, then even dropped his club and slapped his oversized thigh. “You …you think that elf is my friend? HAH. I eat her kind on bread with cheese.” That’s right, this was actually an enemy, not a friend. He then started to pick his nose causally. “So…you think I would make a good fight, huh?” He glanced down at the Elf and sneered. “This some kind of trick? You bringing him here for fun and shits?” Nip shrugged her shoulders as Ice had everything the wrong way around. “He said he wants to make my life hell and kill everything I care about. I want to see him kill something I DON’T care about.” Was she out of her mind? Olaf soon picked up his club and swung it through the air with a certain amount of force. “I’ll crush you both…grind your bones…and make bread with ya!” Nip then turned to Ice and said. “After you…” Would he take on the Ogre, since she had decided that if he was going to be a killing machine, he could do the land of Magor a huge favour. <3>

The sun had long set and yet the two of them had remained on the beach, sitting in the sand and staring out at the water. The ruined remains of their untouched dinner lay somewhere behind them, as each contemplated their roles in their relationship.

For Pandora, it was an eye-opening experience. How had a daughter she had never expected to have, come before her and give her the strength and hope she needed to forgive her man? And who exactly was Charlotte to Brock?

So many questions she had that she needed the answers to.

She looked up from where she had been resting her head on his shoulder, and saw the damage she’d caused him…the hurt and pain she had caused him. She reached up and shyly touched the scars along his face and jaw.

“I am so sorry about these. I wish there was something I could do to heal them.” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. “But I understand so much now, why you wanted me to be that way with you.”

He remained quiet, didn’t look at her. Sighing, she got to her feet, dusting off her clothes. Her back was to him as she spoke once more.

“If that is what you want…all I can tell you is that I can try. I don’t like causing pain, I don’t like feeling dominate over someone else, stealing their free will. But I’ll try…for you.”

He still said nothing and she bowed her head.

“I’m staying at the Kahala Hotel, Suite 104…if you wish to talk more.” she added. “Good night, Brock.”

She strode back up the beach toward the hotel, leaving Brock with his thoughts. They still had some things to work through and she sincerely hoped he didn’t shut her out again. She was sure she would not survive a second time.

The waves continued to roll in with the white foam riding up the sand till almost touching Brock’s feet then ebbing away just as quickly. The night hadn’t gone according to play, not in the real sense. In a way he had a chance again, but in a way things would be different between them. Pandora saw what he truly was. Masked well beneath the glamorous facade that she had come to know, the hideous truth was exposed. The Beast. It was what he was. It was what his family were. It…was what his daughter would be. Though more a hybrid – one that held Brock and Pandora’s powers.

Brock’s punishment for his betrayal would forever more be seen. His face now disfigured and under certain light, his eyes had a sickly yellow hue. He was no longer…what women would consider attractive, not that he was ever vain about such things. The wounds were still raw, still fresh. Emblazoned upon his skin. His kind can heal such scars….but he chose not too. He felt the same way inside as he did outside. There would be no more lies…no more half truths. This was who he was. The path now taken would mean….he would have Hope. One way or another.

The young spider demon didn’t watch Pandora leave, for he knew which way she went. He needed a bit more time to gather himself before he would venture back to the hotel.

Pandora’s words washed over him, that she would try to be what he wanted…needed.It was what got them into the mess in the first place. Trying to achieve what came naturally for his kind. The women of his species were dominant. Charlotte was a perfect example of this. It was how it was. Brock had a lot to explain….and a lot of changes to make. He continued to watch the waves, till he pushed himself to standing and then headed back to the hotel. First, he would go to his room and change…then…face her.

Pandora’s apartment – Suite 104

There would be a knock at the door, as Brock stood outside dressed in a simple smart shirt and jeans. His hair still unkempt and that roguish look about him. One couple walked past him in the corridor, then whispered about his appearance. Brock didn’t comment but waited for Pandora to answer the door.

Once she did, he would walk in slowly till standing in the centre of the room. There was no mad embrace, no lover’s kiss. It was time to confess…to tell her everything.

Slowly he raised his gaze to hers.

“You probably have..a million questions. And I guess it would be only fair to let you ask them, but before you do, I need to explain…my behavior.” - he looked down a moment, and stared at the floor.- “The race my family is is known as Bebilith…demon spiders. I’m a demon.” He paused then looked up slowly. “We only change…to what you saw when threatened or…about to attack another.”

Taking a breath he then continued. “Our kind has a matriarch system. The…female is the dominant sex. Charlotte, my aunt is…the current Matriarch. She is the keeper and carer of the entire family. As I mentioned long ago, my mother died after childbirth from a virus. Ever since then Charlotte has played a key role in caring for our well being. It’s…why she came when she did….and it’s why she…had our daughter.”

Now was the tricky part. How did their daughter cross time?

“One of our abilities is to move from one plane of existence to another. Our…daughter can do it, like I can.”

“I should have explained…why…I asked you to…dominate me. It wasn’t cause I am some guy who is into kinks…I…experienced a need…that came from being what I am.” He sighed, for he knew her feelings on it. “I can fight..my own instinct if it means that you will have me again.”

What would she say?

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The walk back to her room was slow and steady as she became lost in her own thoughts. Would he come see her, as she hoped? Or would he need more time?

So many revelations made this night…and in space of a few hours. Life was certainly full of surprises.

Reaching her door, she was about to press the key into the lock when she heard something strange…a rhythmic thumping noise coming from the direction of Jason’s room. Frowning, she stepped away from her own door and moved down the hall. The noises were louder and they were definitely coming from his room. She reached a hand up to knock when she was startled from doing so by a sharp feminine cry coming from behind the door.

“Yes! Oh God, Jason!”

“Jane…oh fuck!”

Stunned and wondering what the hell went on between those two while she was away, she quietly crept away from the door and went to her own room, a wry smile on her face.

She stripped out of her dress and ducked into the shower to wash the grime and sand off of her body.

Once cleaned and dried again, she slipped into her nightie and then a short robe before she ran a comb through her damp hair. She had just finished doing that when there was a tentative knock on her door. Nervous, she set down the comb and got to her feet, approaching the door slowly.

She grasped the knob and took a deep breath before she opened it to see Brock standing on the threshhold. In the light of the room, the scars stood out in stark relief against his skin and yet he never looked more handsome. She stepped aside to allow him entry before closing the door.

He stood in the center of the room, not moving to embrace her, which she was slightly thankful for, given the chaotic nature of her thoughts. He seemed to be gathering himself before he finally brought his gaze to hers. She felt her heart sink as she took in the yellowish hue of one of his eyes. Was that her doing, or the result of his spider demon? She swallowed past the lump in her throat and waited for him to speak.

And speak he did, explaining to her who and what he was, his family geneology and how their daughter was able to come to this plane of existence. He even explained why he had wanted her to dominate him, it was how their society worked.

It went a long way to explaining why he had wanted her to be that way with him.

“I can fight..my own instinct if it means that you will have me again.”

She was silent for a few moments as she gathered her thoughts. But there was simply only one thing she could say.

“Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner, Brock? Did you think I wouldn’t understand? Leave you? Call you a liar? What?” There was no anguish or anger in her tone. It was genuine curiosity and concern. She really wanted to understand him more. If they had that, they would be able to move on. He would be able to hear the concern in her tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner, Brock? Did you think I wouldn’t understand? Leave you? Call you a liar? What?”

Brock sighed and then he explained the truth from his perspective.

“I don’t know if you remember…but, you are the first real relationship I have had. I learnt from my brothers how women reacted to the …truth. Orson…he just is able to control himself I guess, either that or he is a total man whore.”

This might have brought some laughter from Pandora, maybe not.

“I tried to be how human men are….taking their ladies to dinner, lunches..cooking food…women like that, I think.”He was trying not to dig a hole too deep, but either way at least it was the truth. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand if I acted like…I’m supposed too. It’s hard living as something you’re not..”

He rang his hands as he spoke, and then winced as one of the scars seemed to be weeping. Then came the horrible part of his confession. “Then when I went into Simone’s room…bathroom was littered with images of dominating…she..uhm…and, I don’t know what came over me.” it was probably dangerous ground on which to be treading, but he felt he needed to be heard.

You probably didn’t want to hear that….”

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“I don’t know if you remember…but, you are the first real relationship I have had. I learnt from my brothers how women reacted to the …truth. Orson…he just is able to control himself I guess, either that or he is a total man whore.” he grinned, somewhat shyly at her.

Pandora couldn’t help herself. She chuckled at that. Having met Orson the one time, she got the sense he didn’t care what woman warmed his sheets so long as he had one to do so.

Brock took a deep breath and continued speaking; how he tried to be like a normal, mortal man – trying to do the things those men do, such as dates and cooking.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t understand if I acted like…I’m supposed too. It’s hard living as something you’re not..”

She watched his hands twist together and stared at him critically when one of the wounds along his cheek seemed to break open and begin weeping. If he didn’t take care of it, infection was sure to set in. She frowned and got to her feet as he continued speaking, going into the bathroom and getting the first aid kit the hotel left for their guests to use if needed. She returned to the room and took Brock’s hand, pushing him to sit upon her bed.

She let him continue talking as she poured some anticeptic upon a sterilized cloth.

“Then when I went into Simone’s room…bathroom was littered with images of dominating…she..uhm…and, I don’t know what came over me….You probably didn’t want to hear that….”

She dabbed at the wound on his face as she thought about what she would say.

“No…I didn’t want to hear about it…but I’m glad you told me.” she stated in a soft voice. “And I understand now…your instincts were calling to you. And she’s pretty domineering. Doesn’t excuse what you did, mind you. But I understand it. And Brock…” she turned his face so that she could see his eyes, “I do know what it’s like to try to be something you’re not. My mother tried to sell me out to her child-raping, drug-addicted husband. And I kept that secret deep within me for a long time. I tried to be the tough bitch everyone was used to seeing…but you…tore down the walls that I built like they were tissue paper. You made it seem so easy.” She ran her fingers through his hair, marvelling at its soft texture. “I think that’s when I realized that I was starting to love you. And I tried to hide that too.”

She taped a dry bandage over his face, after applying some first aid gel to keep the wound clean. It was the least she could do for causing his injuries. She didn’t know that he could have healed them with a thought. He did not move from her side and feeling empowered, she pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

Brock sat perfectly still as Pandora cleaned the wound. it stung each time she pressed the cloth against her skin. He didn’t speak as she accepted what he had told her. He had been hiding his true self for so long that he had forgotten what he was. The truth in a way was liberating. Brock’s eyes darted to hers and held them.

“The time apart from you taught me a lot. About myself, and all I had done wrong. Not just with you but with others. I let my anger lash out and…instead of being true, I made it worse.” As she pressed her lips to his forehead he closed his eyes, and a single tear fell. It rolled down over the cleaned wounds and through it.

“I could say I am sorry every day for the rest of my life….or I could be a better man, and step up like I should have.”He opened his sickly yellow eyes and whispered. “I just want to find my way back to you.”

A single light was on in the room, lending an almost intimate setting between the two of them. She drew back from her kiss to see a tear roll down his cheek, soaking into the bandage on his face.

“Brock…” she whispered, but he continued to speak as if he hadn’t heard her.

“I could say I am sorry every day for the rest of my life….or I could be a better man, and step up like I should have…I just want to find my way back to you.”

And just like that, his words freed her heart from the pain she had suffered for the past week. She got to her feet, returning the first aid supplies to the bathroom and disposing of what she had used. She didn’t return to his side right way. She moved to turn off the light, allowing the moon to provide all the light they needed.

She moved to stand between his spread legs, close enough that he could smell the lavendar lotion she used from her shower. She reached for the tie of her robe, slowly drawing it away from her body and allowing the material to slide down her arms. She caught it with one hand and tossed it away from her. She stood before him in a simple nightie. It wasn’t her usual black, but a nice floral pattern that had never been seen on her body, ever.

She spoke not a word and when it looked as if he wanted to say something, she gently pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him.

She reached for his hands and rested his palms on her shoulders, before dropping her own hands. She had just given him permission to touch her in any way he wanted.

The next morning….

As the morning sunrise came up over the blue waters of the Pacific, its warm rays caressed across Pandora’s bare skin. She came awake slowly, blinking in the dawning light. She felt strangely relaxed, her body lucid, her mind content. There was a warmth around her waist and she looked down to see an arm, not her own, draped across her stomach. She turned her head and saw Brock, still deeply asleep.

In the light of this new day, the wounds on his face, the bandage on his cheek were much more prominent and she grew sad that she had been the one to cause it. Sometimes she thought what she could do was both a blessing and a curse.

But they had made inroads to repairing their fractured relationship. He’d been so gentle and loving with her the night before. It was as if he was imprinting himself upon her skin until she felt cocooned by his very soul. Their lovemaking had taken on a poignant quality that she’d never experienced before in any sort of life…as if it were their first time together all over again, only not as explosive.

She watched him sleep, knowing that the events that took place the night before had severely exhausted him and she didn’t want to disturb his rest. She carefully extracted herself from his embrace, pulling the sheet further up his body to keep in their combined warmth a little bit longer. She slipped on her robe, securing the belt over her nudity before she moved to the phone to order breakfast for the both.

She ran a brush through her tangled hair as she stared out of the doors to the balcony, watching the sun move further up into the sky. There was a light knock at the door and she went to answer it, moving to allow the hotel server to bring in their breakfast.

“Where would you like this, Ms LaRue?” the woman asked in a soft voice, having seen Brock still asleep in the bed.

“Out on the balcony would be great. Thank you.” Pandora smiled. The woman nodded and moved to set up the table for them. Pandora tipped her $20 as she left, telling her she would leave the cart in the hall beside her door for when they were finished.

Pandora poured two cups of coffee, remembering that he liked his straight before carrying them back to the bed. She eased in slow so not to spill a drop, setting hers on the side table before waving his beneath his nose.

“Good morning.” she murmured, waiting for him to wake.

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A New Dawn.

Filtered light streamed through the sheer curtains that hung either side of the balcony door way that was in Pandora’s bedroom. Laying still beneath the sheet was a sleeping Brock who after a long night that had seen so much happen to the couple and then hours of love making to reaffirm their commitment was thoroughly spent. He barely stirred as Pandora slipped from beneath the sheets and went to answer the door. A light grunt followed by the sound of his foot moving beneath the cotton sheet was the only sounds to emerge from the bedroom, while Pandora showed the hotel server where to put their breakfast trays.

The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee would be all it took to rouse Brock from his slumber. His heavy lids finally opening to reveal those same golden eyes that he had the night before. The bandaging that Pandora had applied the night before covered the worst of his wounds and the weeping thankfully had stopped.

“Good morning.” The sweet sound of Pandora’s voice brought a crooked smile from Brock as the cup of coffee was waved close to his face. He slowly eased himself up in bed as the cotton sheet fell away to reveal his scarred torso and that fine line of hair that trailed down beneath the remaining sheet. He took the cup graciously from Pandora, but only after planting a soft kiss on her lips. She looked radiant this morning, with her hair brushed till it shined, and the soft expression of a woman who was now truly relaxed in his company.

“Morning Love.” Brock’s tone had a distinct gruffness to it as he brought the cup to his lips and blew on it as the coffee was still quite hot. “Have you been up long? Pretty sure I passed out hours ago.” He had been dead to the world through till the rise of the morning sun, having held Pandora for much of the night.

“How are you this morning?” He was naturally curious to see how Pandora slept and if there was anything pressing on her mind. You could see there was a different look to Brock, aside from the scars and the change in his eyes. Something more. He was focusing everything on her. As it should be.

Out of the balcony you could hear giggling and then a high pitch voice sing out.

“PAN!!!…JASON AND I HAD SEX!!!!”

Yes, the love birds in room 105 were up.

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She smiled into the light kiss he graced her with. He sat up, the sheet falling away from his body and she finally saw the extent of the damage she caused. She simply stared, answering his question in a faint voice. “I’ve been up about a half hour. You were pretty shot so I let you sleep longer.”

“How are you this morning?”

Her gaze moved up to his face, catching his golden eyes looking at her, a remnant of the night before, she was sure of that. One would wonder why she wasn’t frightened of him? He did try to kill her, and he was a demon. The truth of it was…Pandora was a very unique individual. She had seen and done much in her life and anything strange or unusual, usually rolled off of her like water on a duck. It didn’t bother her that he was different. And being who he was, made him that much more special in her mind.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she asked, reaching out to trace the deep scars on his chest with a gentle caress.

Before he could answer, there was a very familiar giggling coming from down the hall.

“PAN!!!…JASON AND I HAD SEX!!!!”

This was followed by male laughter and she heard Jason sing out, “Don’t believe a word she says!”

Pandora smirked and got to her feet, poking her head out the balcony doors and calling down the way.

“I’m pretty sure the whole hotel heard the two of you last night! I’m going to want details later! Let’s get together for dinner tonight!” she suggested before ducking back inside. She turned to see Brock watching her, a strange look in his eyes. “You’re staring.” she smiled.

Brock was staring. The way the sun’s rays illuminated Pandora’s form gave her an almost angelic glow about her. It was almost magical in a way and captivated him as he sat up in bed. Seeing her look back at him, Brock felt like he was the only man alive on earth…blessed to have her back in his life.

“I’m enjoying the view. It’s spectacular.”

He wasn’t referring to the view of the Hawaiian coast, but of his Pandora, his love. Setting down the coffee cup on the bedside table, he slid out from under the sheets, then padded around the bed till he came up to stand behind Pandora and place his arms around her waist. Brock drew her back into his chest whilst his chin nuzzled the top of her head. He was naked of course, having not bothered to dress yet…he had time for that. He had felt her fingers running through his scars earlier and whispered.“I’ll be alright, Love.” He didn’t want to worry her about his scars. In time the pain would go away. It was better to feel this, than to have a shattered heart.

Brock had heard the cry of the girl next door, followed by the sound of a man’s voice. “Friends of yours?” Naturally, he had no idea that Doctor Lumbard was next door, but he knew one thing. Whoever they were had sex. Very…rowdy sex.

Suite 105

Jason was rolling on the bed, covering his eyes as Jane bounced around the room, then ran over and dived on top of him. Her exuberance was incredible in the morning, having enough energy for the both of them. She grinned and then squealed. “Pan invited us for dinner!” Jason laughed as he toyed with her hair and said “Yes, and I think the whole hotel heard.”

Jane erupted into a fit of giggles and started to kiss him all over again, while on the night stand, the picture of Jason’s late wife….was smiling.

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Pandora actually blushed when he referred to the view he was seeing. She instinctively knew he wasn’t talking about the ocean behind her. She watched him slide from beneath the sheet, naked and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the scar had gone all the way down to his thigh.

He wrapped her in his arms, whispering that it would be all right. It seemed as if he felt he deserved this reminder of what was nearly lost between them. She couldn’t fault him for thinking such things, but she wished she could take the scars away.

He spoke of Jason and Jane a few rooms over.

“Yeah. Um…Jason, Doctor Lumbard, you know. He showed up here the day after I did to honor his wife’s last wishes. He’s been a good friend to me these past few days. We talked about you, mostly.” she stated, looking up at him. “The woman, Jane was here for her honeymoon with her wife…turns out the woman is some kind of two-timing slut. Ran off with her ex-husband, left Jane here. I think she and Jason will be good for each other.”

She snuggled deeper into his warmth, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“So much has changed. We’ve changed. And we’ve become stronger for it. I love you, Brock. Maybe this was supposed to happen for us to realize the depth of our feelings. But know this…” She pushed back a little to stare him in the eye, “You broke my trust once and it nearly killed me. Do it again…and the consequences…won’t be pleasant.”

Forgetting all about the couple next door for the moment, Brock listened to Pandora put in words exactly how she felt. Her love for him remained, but she acknowledged the changes. Very deep and emotional ones. But it is only through adversity and coming through the baptism of fire that you appreciate the other all the more. Brock felt that way now. His punishment was something that Pandora would see ever day and night, as his body showed this.

“You broke my trust once and it nearly killed me. Do it again…and the consequences…won’t be pleasant.”

“I know I did, and for what it is worth, I know I could not survive what we just went through again.” He meant every word of this, his eyes showing that golden glint.

Brock drew her into his embrace again and kissed her forehead in a tender way. Everything in the way he treated her was all the more gentle than it had ever been before, almost like he was afraid she would break in his arms. He wanted to take things slowly, not rushing her at all. Pacing. It wasn’t surprising really. He wanted last night to live on forever.

“I love you, Pandora.”

Heartfelt…and true these words were as he kept her within his gaze. He was now an open book, standing before her exposed. She only had to ask and he would speak his mind….be there for her. He learnt to listen.

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She could hear the honesty and sincerity in his voice and she believed they had turned a corner. She was his, he was hers. As it should have been.

“I’m going to go shower while you finish your breakfast.” she smiled, reluctantly stepping out of his arms. “I’m going to do some site seeing today, maybe do some surfing.”

She gave him a look over her shoulder as she headed into the bathroom, one that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other then an invite to join her.

Would he take up the offer?

Feeling her draw herself out from his arms, he let his fall to the sides as Pandora mentioned she would have a shower while he finished his breakfast. He hadn’t really started it, but he knew there was something other than food that he wanted a lot more. For now at least while he had this chance, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight.

“I just lost my appetite…for food.”

Like a puppy, he followed along behind her (an over sized puppy), and when reaching the bathroom, he leaned against the door frame and stared as she went to disrobe. The gasp that left his lips would be automatic to see her in her natural state. The slip of fabric hitting the floor, as she would turn on the faucets to start the water running.

Seeing her step into the frosted glass cubicle, he reached for a bar of a soap and a small sponge before following her into shower. The steady stream of hot water burst across his skin, and while the wounds across his entire body were still raw, he endured the pain as he kept her in his gaze.

“Can I wash your back?” Brock asked, already lathering up the soap to the sponge.

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Chapter Three

The Power of One

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

IceTe3a: Standing there in the middle of the forest near a giant shack which was the home of Olav the giant, obviously he did not take kind to strangers and seemed like he disliked the young elf which was confirmed. Ice watches his daemon hues a fiery red were flicking between the two as they start abusing each other with words ‘ Words.. how useless, Now violence that’s how you get your point across’ he thought to himself this making him shake his head. A brow arched slightly as Olav stated the elf was indeed his enemy and not his friend. ‘How interesting..’ he thought to himself as he glanced Olav up and down looking at Olav he would have some serious brute strength but nothing Ice wouldn’t be able to handle that’s for sure. Then his ears burn ‘I want to see him kill something I DON’T care about’ this made Ice turn his head to Nip as it slightly tilted to the side with a arched brow She expected him to follow orders and kill this giant just because she said so? ‘Good fucken luck’ he thought to himself. Olav picked up his club and started swinging it around his head screaming a typical giant saying as he shook his head. ‘After you..’ Nip stated as Ice’s lip’s parted “You think I’m going to do as you say, you have another thing coming” as he took a side step making the path between Olav and Nip clear “Hope you’re quick child” he smirked. His hues glance over to Olav as he arches a brow ‘The enemy of my enemy is my weapon’ he thought with a devious smile “By chance the stupid child was able to bind me to her, I am no more friend to her than you are to fuzzy critters. Dispose of her for me, Help free me and I shall burn her kind to the ashes” explaining his situation to Olav as his daemonic red eyes burning with a fiery rage for all to see. Raising out his right hand with the intention of making a daemon’s deal with the giant known as Olav the inside of his palm started to glow a dark red aura as a glowing symbol appeared on his palm. A Daemon’s deal is sacred and cannot be broken or cheated by either party, but one must state exactly what they want out of the deal specifically for if it is not there in writing it is not a part of the deal. “So Olav, do we have a deal? You smash this child into jam, freeing me and I’ll destroy her entire race into nothing but lifeless bodies and ash.. a front row seat to hear their painful cries fill the skies” he smiled as he was using his silver tongue that most daemons had, a passive skill to make their deals and talking’s more acceptable from the other party, Oh he was smart and he knew the giant could not refuse such a easy deal. Ice got what he wanted and the giant got to see the world burn simplicity in its finest form, his open right palm glowing with his daemon symbol, this showed that it was actually a real daemon deal and not some bullshit story, the young elf known as Nip was going to cop it, once Ice was free and she was dead oh was he going to have some fun.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Pocketing the baby dragon, it seemed that Nip was not as wily when it came to her plans to use Ice to do his destructor gig on the likes of the giant Olav. Clearly, he wasn’t keen on being a tool. This made her scratch her cheek a moment as she knew she was going to have to think fast on her feet. The bald crow finally reached the clearing and whistled as he saw the massive giant swinging his club. “Now this is more like it.” The crow chortled, getting ready for some action. With careful footing, Ice took a side step to create a clear path between Olav and the Elf. The elf stared hard at the daemon, who declared quite loudly that if he was going to fight for her, she had another thing coming. “Hope you’re quick.” Again with the put downs. She puffed out her chest and raised the challenge. “I’m quicker than you think.” But all too soon, the daemon’s attentions were turned on the Giant, who was ready to play whack a mole with his oversized club. He started to declare that he was no friend of the elf either and that if they struck a deal after the Giant despatched the elf, he would have front row seats to watching her kind burn. Now, this was a familiar speel from what the Elf understood, and then she looked at Olaf, who was licking his lips and about to smash his club onto Nip’s head. “Wait….you can’t trust him. He is only upset cause he is bound to me and can’t hurt me. But I can do this.” And what she did was going to be a shock, as Ice held out his hand to shake a deal with the Giant, the small elf filled with the power of the daemon, kicked the Giant in the shin. This caused him to double over in pain, and then the elf snatched up the large club which for some reason seemed weightless, and donged the bent over Giant on the head. If this landed, she would spin on her right foot and make a run as fast as she could from the Giant’s home, and drag the hapless daemon with her. <3>

IceTe3a: Ice heard the crow as he looked up sure enough there was the stupid crow “Don’t you have anything better to do” he growled at the crow as his attention was brought back to the giant known as Olav who seemed keen to accept the deal Ice was offering, unfortunately Nip had other plans as he watched her kick Olav in the knee he doubled over in pain “Oh fuck me.. It wasn’t even a hard kick you slow fucker, Get up and kill her!” he yelled out to Olav as he watched Nip pick up the club with ease he knew by now she was tapping into his power forcefully or subconsciously he did not know as of yet as he felt his power being drained from him and transferred over to her, she only borrowed a small amount but Ice still did not like it. “No not the club” he sighed as he watched Nip swing the club towards the giants head, which hit true the giant let out a groan and collapsed onto the ground “Useless…” he said suddenly his chain yanked hard as he falls to the ground and starts to get dragged right behind Nips feet glancing up as he’s being dragged along the floor he notices she’s running away “Stop fucken running!!! Firstly you’re dragging me secondly you should have finished him” he growled as his head gets hit from rocks and leaves amongst other foliage his body was covered in the dirty stuff as he tried to get up but she was going too fast.

CharlotteCarrendar: A safe distance from the Giant’s home, Nip did stop. She was clutching her chest and panting. She couldn’t believe that she took on the Giant and won. Well, technical knockout. Course, the daemon hated being dragged along behind the elf girl, but at this point she was mad as hell at him. “You really are something, you know that. You would sell your own mother if you could.” Oh she was on to him now. His goal was to get released from the bind between them and kill her. He…really wanted to kill her more than anything, so using her enemies for target practise was now out of the question. She sank to her knees cradling the baby dragon. The crow was barely able to keep up, but he wasn’t about to leave this trio in a hurry. Nip looked fierce as she held up her left wrist with the chain attached. “I wonder if I can take it off without dying?” She rattled the chain and then shook it up and down rapidly.<3>

IceTe3a: Ice comes to a sliding stop his head hits the back of her leg as he growls “Glad that’s over” he said as he rolled onto his back and dusted himself off. Yawning slightly he closed his eyes just as he heard her go off at him about his mother and father he chuckled slightly “I Killed my Real parents when I was 16, although I made my first kill at the age of 5 I believe” he chuckled slightly as he shrugs “So many dead, I can’t remember” he yawned once more as she had gone quiet, the crow finally catching up “Kinda slow there, than again you are a old crow” he smirked as nip sounded like she had given up about telling him off she started wiggling the chain up and down trying to get it off as she said ‘I wonder if I can take it off without dying’ he chuckled slightly as the collar moved only slightly at this stage “It’s for good, stupid. The bond cannot be broken by you, Not even I have that power anymore” He wondered if the crow knew the truth that there were ways to ‘break’ the bond one of the easiest being trade the ownership of the bond to someone else. He opens his eyes as he glances over to the crow “What’s your side in this crow, what exactly do you want?” he asked trying to figure an edge out to perhaps keep the crow quiet about the rest of Ice’s secrets. “Besides, even if you could get it off and release us, I’d kill you with in that moment and then I’d burn this world to the ground along with the rest of your kind” he opened his eyes and glanced over to her with a simple smile across his face.

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Burn everything..and everyone? Nope, sorry but I can’t let you do that. You want to see the world burn, well not this planet bucko!” She was starting to find her strength, through his. She leaned over to give his forehead a good poke. “You’re stuck with me. There is no one in their right mind that would ever want to being chained to you.” Nip was really not liking this daemon at all. There was evil people sure, but he wanted to kill everything cause…he said so? It was then she had a resolve, to teach him right from wrong. The crow was still interested in the exchanges taking place between the daemon and the elf girl. The Daemon continued to threaten in the most vile way imaginable, but the truth of the situation was, he could not break the bond, and she certainly couldn’t. Noting the girl giving the daemon a poke in the forehead, he had to chuckle. “Wait till she finds out…” Course then the bird clapped its beak shut and just cocked it’s head from side to side, starting to squawk rather than speak English. If the girl found out about how to be free of the daemon, then there goes the entertainment. No, the crow wanted this show to continue. Even the Devil himself would be laughing. Nip straightened her dress and then made up her mind. “We are going to make camp here, and build a fire. I am sure there are enough berries and foods of the forest to sustain us. And a creek as well; for fresh water.” <3>

IceTe3a: He was glancing over at her as she rambled on how she would not let him burn down her entire world, he rolled his eyes “And, you’re going to stop me… how exactly?” he chuckled at the thought of her trying to stop him from doing what he did best. Then he feels her poke him in the head as he raises a brow slightly “refrain from touching me” he growls as he glanced back to the crow who started squawking instead of talking which was a good thing in Ice’s mind. “No one has the strength to control me child, let alone stay connected to me for too long.” He smirks as he comes to a stand and looks around “I may not be able to kill you, but I can kill everyone and everything else around, that’s a fact, and there is nothing you can do to stop this from happening” he laughs. Yawning slightly he still can’t believe how unlucky he was to get smacked by that dragon than wake up finding himself bonded to this.. this child elf why wasn’t she with her own kind? This made him think as he looked down at her, “So why aren’t you with your own kind? Been banished haven’t you” a devilish grin happens across his face as he arches a curious brow. Food, water? Pathetic things mortals need; A daemon needing to eat to live is a funny thought as he laughed slightly “I don’t need food and water to survive but fire… Oh I can do fire” he smirks as he takes in a deep breath he fills his lungs and breaths out with force as fire comes shooting out of his mouth much like a dragon it sets a good sized patch of grass in front of them a light if it wasn’t put out or maintained it would certainly light the rest of the field and start a forest fire. Happy with his simple task he falls down onto his back with a thud laying there he closes his eyes and shrugs “What do you most desire Nip?” he questioned her out of curiosity, as a slight glow shines from under his closed eyelids.

CharlotteCarrendar:- So, the daemon didn’t like being touched, eh? That was a tit bit worth remembering. Nip closed her hand into a fist and lowered it to her side, while in the background the crow was being really noisy…again. What was with the crow? Like the devil’s own representative to watch over the wicked daemon and his bound Elf. Either way she was finding him as annoying as the daemon did. Again, the daemon started with the taunting. Oh he would kill everyone and everything she ever cared for. There would be nothing she could do to stop it. Yadda yadda. Nip’s face fell slightly, but it was not for reasons that you would think. As he let out a burst of flame and light the ground, Nip gathered some logs and stacked them up like a fire pile, before gathering rocks to form a barrier. This would take some time to do, and all the while, Ice was mouthing off. He even asked why she wasn’t with her own kind. Ah yes. Why wasn’t she? Not bothering to look at him, she gave the reason and it was sure to stun. “I was cast out after I was caught stealing the Chief’s prized pig.” Now that was a funny answer. Sent out for stealing a pig? Once the fire was under control, she plonked down on the ground and raised her hands to warm herself by it. The tiny dragon poking it’s head out of her jacket. “You can burn what you like…but I have nothing I care for aside from a baby dragon in my pocket, and you already blew up her Mum.” <3>

IceTe3a: He watches her work to keep the fire at bay and bring it down to a useful size as he glances at the screeching crow he growls as he death stares at him “Either say something useful or shut the fuck up” as he glances back Nip was sitting in front of the fireplace warming herself as he rolled his eyes she started to tell him that she was indeed cast out for stealing the chiefs prized pig ‘Oh god.. what a bunch of uncivilized elves, they must be the stone age elf or some shit’ he thought to himself “Really a prized pig, Kind of uncivilized your kind is isn’t it? Here I thought that elves were the most advanced race of their time” as his hues flicker over to the baby dragon who had pokes its head out he smirks as he spat a small spark of fire directly past the baby dragons head, not able to hit it since it’s too close to her but he could fire near her just to scare the baby “Of course I did, she attacked me it’s the concept of battle child” he yawned slightly as he closed his eyes and shrugs “still haven’t told me what you most desire in this world” he had come to terms that he was now bound to her, what’s one less person he could not kill at this very second anyway he will just have to wait and kill her when the time comes “So what’s your plans” he smiles as his lips part a wolf howl coming out from deep within his body as it echoed throughout the plains wondering if there were wolves on this planet.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The baby dragon squeaked and drew it’s head back inside the Elf’s coat as the nasty daemon spat a blast of fire at it. The poor thing was going to have a terrible night if the daemon was going to keep doing such things to torment it. The yellows and oranges of the fire created an aura about the silver hair elf’s frame as she listened with pursed lips as the daemon continued to mock her and her kind. Calling them uncivilized of all things. “The Chief had a passion for pigs….lord knows why. I was dared to steal his favourite by a bunch of boys that said I would be no good as a hunter. I got caught, since the whole thing was a set up. I have a habit of taking things, so..this gave them the reason and right to toss me out.” It was all true of course, and she was in part ashamed of that fact. She shook her head as she felt the baby dragon quiver within her coat. “Must you do that?” Referring to his fiery spit. “Bad enough you killed its Mum. The daemon though wanted to know what the Elf’s desires were, as well as plans. He was grinning of course, then making the sound of a wolf through his own stomach. Great…wolves, that was all they needed. “Well, it would have been to be accepted again, but that is not likely what with you chained to me. I can see it now, I walk back into my village…with you.” She cast a long look at him then making a sour face. “And you would set about destroying everything and everyone…and that ruins that dream, now doesn’t it?’ She folded her arms and rested them on her knees. “My plans…are to stay alive long enough to figure out how to end you.” That last part was said as it was meant. One of them had to die….but which would it be? <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as the baby dragon squealed and ran back into the elf’s coat this made Ice chuckle and shake his head in joy “Oh the pleasures” he said softly as he glanced over with a arched brow “So you were lead into a trap, I can’t figure out if you’re really just a child or just really stupid. Either way don’t you want to get back at those who caused you this pain?” he said as he licked his lips slightly “And yes.. I must” he chuckled as he heard the cry of great wolves in the distance this made him smile, they were as evil as nature came born killers. “So you can’t go back because of me eh” If only she knew what she really could do that would make this situation even worse for Ice as he let out a sigh of relief arching a brow as he raised his head glancing towards her at her comment about figuring out how to end him his smile turned wider “Oh thousand’s have tried..” he smiled as he waved his hand the fire danced as a distorted image of him in countless battles fighting other people and creatures.. blood, destruction and chaos was shown through the images of the fire “None have succeeded and these were great warriors and beasts of legends.. a mere child elf destroy the king of hell? That will be the day” he let out a evil laugh as a slight growl came from behind, a rather large male black wolf came slowly walking out of the darkness as it paced straight up to Ice it rubbed its cheek against his palm as its eyes glared right at Nip, baring its white rather long fangs at her with a light growl it laid down right into Ice as he rested his head against it. “It’s simple there is good in the world, and then there is evil nothing can stop this, It is my job; what I was born for and I do what I do and I enjoy doing it” the fire explodes upwards and then settles down back to its normal self.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nip’s eyes narrowed at the daemon’s continued taunts. He was like a rotten fingernail, picking at a scab over and over. He took pleasure in upsetting the baby dragon as he did in upsetting her. One thing she was going to have to do was learn how to toughen up against his cruel jibes. She turned her head away sharply, when he asked if she wanted revenge against those that tossed her out. “If I was to seek revenge then I would be no better than the ones that set me up. So..no, I don’t.” At least she was showing a bit of backbone, and speaking the truth of her situation. The baying of the wolves, the great wolves had Nip look to the surrounding mountains and feel the shiver of fear. Was he calling to them? Oh this was just adding to her woes. Course the daemon was still talking….he never seemed to stop. But the delight he took when she said she would end him made her feel physically sick. His face twisted with a gleeful expression of how he had thousands try to kill him and they were all champion fighters and warriors of note. Not some simple elf girl with a pocketed dragon. In his mind, she had no chance, not a one. He conjured the very flames to show the battles he had won and then as a large black male wolf padded out of the wood and laid its giant head on Ice’s lap did he finally let the fire subside. At first, Nip was fearful of his new shaggy pet. But then he reacted to it differently to any other living creature, like he had an affinity with the wolf. It growled at her, showing its disapproval before quietening. Nip swallowed as the daemon explained he was the epitome of evil and there was nothing on this earth that could stop him. Nip wiped her hand under her nose and then let it rest on her lap. It was clear he would make a mockery of anything she said, either brazen or not. Instead she kept her thoughts to herself. Plotting his demise would take time. Then suddenly she said. “Without good there is no balance in nature, as you said so yourself. Destroy all that is good, and what are you left with? You would die of boredom. That’s what. Maybe that is the reason for the bonding. The collar. To keep you….” suddenly it dawned on her. THAT’S IT. The collar. She then lowered her head and dragged her finger through the dirt humming quietly. <3>

IceTe3a: He gave the wolf a heavy pat on the back as it panted in joy at his touch he smiled as he watched Nip feel sick about what he was saying this made him chuckle slightly as he closed his eyes “What you say is true but what you actually have after I have destroyed everything is a clean slate for nature to restart and correct its mistakes, Besides I’m never bored. I can plane shift to other world’s as I please” he smirked and arched a brow “Nothing escapes my judgment” the wolf nuzzles his hand and starts to chew on it with his sharp teeth, Ice lays there and watches the wolf as its fangs slightly pierce his skin leaving a graze mark that slowly starts to heal itself over time. “All things die, those who are unlucky enough to fall under my gaze die, It is the way of life. If it was not, where is your higher power to stop me dead in my tracks?” he chuckles as he shakes his head about collar “No I earned this when I was young a very powerful group of dark mages sacrificed their lives to create this collar around my neck for their own wicked ways, seeking to control me and my power they wanted to rule the world whilst using me as their weapon it is not through any fault of my own” he laughs as he closes his eyes.

CharlotteCarrendar: Nip had learnt early on that the daemon could not easily be used as a tool to destroy others. That was a very powerful lesson. The happy panting of the wolf just made Nip turn her head away. Again…Ice was on a roll. It was like he could talk underwater, and then some. She was unaware that his destruction would bring about a clean slate and that life would just start over. That in her mind was not how the world worked, but then he went on to say that he could just jump from world to world and never be bored, never run out of targets for his attacks. It was a loop, a cycle that had been unbroken for time eternal, that was until he was shackled to a young silver elf. All things die. He said. All that fall under his gaze…die. “I’m not dead yet.” The elf said, continuing to draw in the sand. But what the daemon could not see, was that the elf was drawing a special mark in the sand, one that formed into a silver like diagram. Was she magic after all? Was his magic blending with hers? Was that even possible? <3>

IceTe3a: Lying on the back of the wolf his head resting in its thick fur as it kept biting at his palm playfully. He had been summoned to this world by a evil witch who wanted to see it burn none the less, she had the right idea in mind Ice had not been here as of yet so no one knew of him oh the joys of finding new things to play with. Smirking slightly as the wolf shifts its weight bringing its big paw down on top of ice’s hand it tried to push it to the ground with a playful growl, it didn’t take much effort for Ice to keep his hand up teasing his new found pet . “No no you’re not, Irony is a cruel bitch at the best of times isn’t she, trust me If I was free we would not be talking” he smirked as he yawned slightly the night was still young with the crisp cool air and the fire crackling this was not Ice’s idea of fun but it was resting his body allowing him to gain his energy back for the time being, he had no idea what was really going on around him at this point.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The silver haired elf glanced back at the daemon, who was now using the large wolf as something of a pillow to lay on. As usual he was smirking, like he had all the aces in the deck. No one could defeat him for he was simply too powerful a being. Would his own self belief be his undoing? The elf snapped her head back, and let her eyes fall on the mystical symbol she was drawing in the dirt. Small sparks were giving off from the diagram as she tried not to make it so noticeable to the daemon of what she was doing. ~Let him talk~ she thought to herself. Nip knew his favourite subject was of course, himself. “Have you ever loved anything….or had anything fall in love with you?” Now there was a question that could keep him going for a while, as her fingers continued to work the dirt. <3>

IceTe3a: His ears perk, love… love.. he loved something? This made him bellow out laughing “Oh right, Love that pathetic emotion you guys hang onto so dearly” he shook his head and smirked “Never had I felt any emotion least of all love for something” he settled back down with a smirk and sighed slightly “From time to time there are females who, enjoy my ways. Although this does not stop me from.. Doing what I do best” he licked his lips and shrugged off “ Why are you so like a child? Really, Are you ‘special’ or what?” he was actually curious to know this as most elves he met were more mature if not snobby than this child was, and some elves were just right down assholes and bitches, she did not fit “Oh, you’re a mutt!! You must be, that would explain why you’re so… Not elfy speaking of interbreeding species where are your parents? “ he said with a chuckle “Oh I bet they think the world of their little thief.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was at that moment, the glinting of the magical emblem on the ground started to shimmer as the clouds above parted and the moon’s rays struck down on the Elf and the symbol. She had heard enough of his taunts, heard enough of his calling her a bastard. She was more important than he realized…more important to the scheme of nature than he could possibly have known. Charging her spell, she closed her eyes only to open them again, with the glistening of the sheerest blue that matched the emblem. All around was bathed in a bright light that was not holy…no this was something so powerful that it would startle the wolf even. The dragon within her coat chirped in fear as the emblem on ground spread and then sunk into the earth. The ground started to rumble, as the girl elf went to stand and turn around. Through his own power blending with her own she was able to craft weapons, with the help of the moon and the earth. First she stuck her hand into the earth and withdrew a large shield that was marked with the image of a silver dragon, the second time, she pulled out a sword, that shone with a special marking emblazoned as though by fire. Holding both she glowered at the daemon, her own power melding with his. “Oh but I am special.” The shield was for her own protection and that of her dragon. With a look of rage she screamed at Ice. “EYE FOR AN EYE!” and slashed her sword down so it would cut the head off the large black wolf.

IceTe3a: Arching a brow as the wolf gets startled “Ahh… So that’s what you were doing, he chuckled slightly as his hues flicker over to her. Her hand delve deep into the ground as it pulls out a mighty shield adorned with the crescent of a silver dragon true irony right there, her other hand reaching for the moon as a blade appears in her hand of beautiful workmanship these were no mere weaponry much like his own weaponry they were forged with magic for the reason to carve the fates of lives. He watches as she screams out ‘Eye for an eye’ her blade with force slicing through the air with such precision it cleared the giant wolfs head off clean as it dropped to the floor and rolled over to her foot she kicked it into the darkness the body of the wolf falls limp onto the ground as it starts trailing out blood. She thought this would affect him as he appears quickly in a standing form as if he was never laying, the wolfs body above his head the blood drizzles down covering his face as it looks like he was almost bathing in it, kinking his head backwards he draws his mouth open as the flow of the wolfs blood pours out of the lifeless body into his mouth *Gulp gulp gulp* blood pouring down the corners of his lips as it trailed down to his neck his eyes ever watching the young elf as he finishes off the rest of the blood and throws the dry husk of the dead wolf behind him into the darkness. “Oh but Nip.. you think I care for that creature? A mere servant of mine, one of many” he chuckles as he watches her sword tip fly straight down into the dirt he appears just in front of her as he kicks the tip of the blade up into the air so her arm and the blade was extended out towards him the tip almost pressing against his bare chest “You should know.. The reason why I cannot be killed.. Is because I have no life to be killed” little did she know that Ice’s life force was transferred into a large gem that lays bedded into a demonic necklace, if one were to destroy the necklace it would surely kill ice for good, but many seek this necklace to control him not to kill him. His devilish hues glancing straight into hers as he tilts his head and walks forward the tip of the blade pierces his skin and dives deep inside of him cracking bone and flesh as it does blood drizzles down the edge of the blade as he continues walking until the blade appears a good 4 inches out of his back he raises his hands extending them outwards to his sides “What now dear nip? What is your plan now” he smirks, a twig snaps from behind as a head of a wolf appears walking out from the shadows towards Ice and then another… and another.. an entire pack of 12 Dire wolves just lingering in the darkness right before the light meets the dark the Main wolf bares it’s teeth as it lets out a hellish howl “I think you upset them” he smirks as his blood starts to drizzle down onto her hand that was holding the blade. “ You show a little teeth to bluff with the king of hell himself? You’re going to have to try a lot harder to attempt to keep me in line child” an evil laugh cackled from his lips as the wolves slowly start to pace forward into the light. Ice grips the hilt of the blade just in front of the sword as to make sure she could not move it at all. “Do tell me there is more to your plan than just a small light show?”

CharlotteCarrendar: The wolf was nothing to Ice than a mere servant. Nothing in the world meant anything to him. They were either in his way or could be used to his advantage. The drinking from the beheaded body only reinforced his disregard for the ending of the Wolf’s life. He wasn’t even shocked by the power that the Elf did have, though you would have thought he might have been a tiny bit impressed. The Master of deception. Nip breathes in through her nostrils, as the Daemon makes his move, kicking her blade from where the tip rested in the earth so that her arm would be brought up and the tip of the blade would now be facing his chest. Nip prepared herself for the oncoming of an attack, but what he did and said….shocked her to the core. He wasn’t even alive. And he wasn’t dead. He was the unholy as he proved this by impaling himself on her blade, letting it drive right through him. The sickening squelch of bone, muscle and flesh was horrifying. Nip’s eyes showed the reflection of Ice’s eyes as he bright himself right into her with the blood now running down over her hand. The pair were now facing off, far closer than they had ever been before. The vile daemon and the moon elf. She grit her teeth and turned the blade just to hear his insides crack further. Not that it would hurt him, but in a way to show she was no longer afraid. But then the sound of many other wolves approaching could be heard. Her eyes flickered towards the sight as they crept out and snarled angrily at her for the act of beheading the lead. Nip’s head turns slowly back to stare at Ice as he gripped the hilt of the blade to make sure she couldn’t move. The wolves were his servants….but there was one thing. If they were his, then in part they were hers. Gripping her fingers around the shield handle, the moment a wolf came anywhere close she would use it to lash out to strike a wolf and knock it flying. “I’m not afraid of you!” she screamed at Ice as she tried to push the blade in deeper. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles as he watches her petrified face, up close and personal she finally realized just what and who he was, as the blade stuck out of his back the blood continued to drizzle. The wolves start a circling motion as around the pair slowly snapping at the air and growling, ever slowly coming closer as he arches a brow her face goes firm she obviously found some courage left over. ‘I’m not afraid of you!’ she screamed out trying to re assure herself. The pack of wolves vanish into thin air as he smirks he feels her press forward with her hand trying to drive the blade in deeper, in which he lets go of the blade in turn causing her to ram the blade in as deep as it will go, the edge of the hilt pressing up against his chest as her body presses against his she would be able to see the entirety of the blade sticking out from his back as he stood there “Are you sure about that?” he chuckled slightly as he stood there allowing her to examine the blade that was now penetrating his entire chest and back. His eyes flash a dark black color he was up to something, but what? He starts to whisper ever so lightly into her mind but his lips weren’t moving, she wasn’t afraid than he was going to show her what he has done, everyone he’s killed, all the castles, cities and entire planets he has laid waste to each blood dripping detail and the best part, she would see it through his eyes as if she was actually him, the chant prepping itself. The collar did not react as it was not a harmful spell as the collar only stopped Ice from harming her physical body. “What is true fear? Fear of the unknown perhaps?” whispers into her mind “ Thief.. Child..” this all repeated though out the stages “Think how proud your clan would be, having bound the very king of hell, having him under your controlling hand. But who controls who really? Is this all real? Or are we just back in the cave and I’ve been playing with your mind the entire time?” he was now playing mind games with her, his whispers into her mind ever so hinting her to guess what was real and what was fake, his eyes still glowing as the chant was almost complete and ready to allow her to see everything he has done in his eyes.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hurting one’s physical body was one thing, but to attack the mind was something else entirely. He wanted to hurt her but in a way that the collar could not possibly stop. Whispering his words with unseen movement of his lips, the pairs eyes were locked and that is when the real struggle began. The images and voices heard as though she was the Daemon herself. She could see every death, every city that fell at his hand. He was ruthless and without care for life in any sense. Nip’s body trembled and quaked as within her jacket pocket the small baby dragon was clutching on tight to her Mistress. ~What is fear…what is true fear?~ The horrors were unimaginable and she was unable to close her eyes. She could not get him out of her head. She clutched the weapons forcefully as the blade was still deep within the daemon’s chest. Reality was fast slipping from her, like everything around was becoming warped and fuzzy, but then she heard it. The cry of the baby dragon, and then her heart beat accelerated. The symbol on the shield of the silver dragon illuminated brightly. In order to fight hell, she was going to have to dig deep inside herself to send it from her own mind. She snapped her eyes shut as her mind raced and flickered and then when she placed her own fingers over Ice’s after he told her not touch him her eyes burst open and she sent back her own images. A great silver dragon, on which she rode….it breathed a white fire flame and with all the majesty the pair released a powerful blast that would have Ice fall back from the sword that he had been holding onto. What he witnessed…was the future. <3>

IceTe3a: He was showing her his past, everything he had done her body was trembling onto his as he knew she was watching without the ability to do anything about it. He was sharing memories, blood all over her hands this was something she would not likely forget for awhile. He felt her trying to get out of it as he continued with more power try to show her more but she was putting up a good fight in resisting. Suddenly the baby dragon chirps as the next thing he knows he feels her hand covering his eyes as a white flash comes from her palm he finds himself standing somewhere remote what was this? She obviously had magic of her own this much was obvious. “Impressive..” he slipped passed his lips as he looked on the Roar of a mighty dragon echoed as he looked up a giant white dragon flying over head the beast was larger than an ordinary dragon as its heavy wings flapped. Standing on top of the dragon was a white haired female on closer expectation he realized it was none other than Nip, the dragons mouth opens as pure white fire flows freely from its mouth with a mighty roar it filled the sky lighting up the darkness. So.. she was his counterpart, how interesting to find her in this world, but her of all people? Obviously she had not been awakened yet, oblivious to who and what she was she held immense power within her. Suddenly he gets sent flying back into the air the blade rips from his chest leaving a decent amount of blood sent flying into the air as well. His body starts to heal the wounds and broken bones slowly as he comes back to reality his body mid flight as the chain pulls at his collar it sends him flying fast over towards Nip and straight under her as he started flying in the air and falling down onto the ground landing hard on his back “Ugh.. fuck me” he said softly

CharlotteCarrendar:- When Ice landed with a sickening sound on the ground at her feet, Nip slowly lowered the blood covered sword as though what she had just seen both from her perspective and his could never be unseen. She was panting and staggered back. She didn’t understand what had happened between them, as the death and killings she saw were so powerful and twisted, it marred her mind. He was the King of Hell….and she was just an elf. Right? The truth however was far more dangerous. Nip placed the sword in the fire and the flames licked off the blood of the daemon, before she retracted it and then rammed it into the earth with the shield leaned up against it. Nip was mentally and physically drained. She sank to her knees and then lay down on the grass, while the dragon curled up inside her pocket. For now….both elf child and her dragon would sleep. No more could the torturous words of the daemon harm her. She had seen Hell….and survived. Tommorow was another day….but for this night, the battle was over. But who won? <3>