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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:12 pm
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"We'll talk this over tomorrow," Liam walked over to her and kissed her forehead, "I have to shower, go to bed Emma."
He went to the bathroom after he scooted her off towards her room. Liam washed off the puke from Emma. After he was cleaned up, he went to his pack to discuss other matters throughout the day.
By sundown, Liam was starting to feel the drag of the day wearing down on him. He knew Conrad and the other bats in the castle would soon start stirring. Liam went from his pack to his wife's bedroom to see she had puked in the bucket more than enough. Though the morning sickness seemed...overly done, he knew this was Emma's first child, plus he had no idea what creature was forming inside her belly.
"Good evening, Emma," Liam murmured as he kissed the top of her head.
Anya slowly woke in the bed. The room was too quiet for her liking. She crawled to the side of the bed where she stretched. Her eyes went to the bedroom door. Being banished to the room, she couldn't go see what was going on or know where her marriage stood with Conrad. She still didn't want to see Emma, nor did she want to see Liam again. Anya pulled on one of her favorite dresses before brushing her hair in front of the vanity. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like speaking to anyone today. She didn't feel like comforting anyone.
'I'm terribly thirsty... That mutt's blood tasted more like acid than anything good,' Anya thought to herself as she touched her throat.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:54 pm
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Anya gave a cold glance to Conrad before pulling away from his kiss, denying the blood he gave her. She moved away from the vanity before moving herself to the window where the clouds covered the night sky. Where she did love him, she was still very much angry at him. Anya toyed with the ring on her finger that he had given her on their wedding day. A treasure she would never toss away. A marriage was eternal, as was her love for Conrad.
"I want to go outside," was all Anya said as she placed her hands on her lap, keeping her gaze to look outside.
"My pack and I have a few things to discuss, but I'd like for us to talk things over," Liam caressed Emma's cheek, "For now, find a way to stop the constant puking. It's not good on your stomach nor is it good for our children."
He kissed Emma softly before leaving the room once again to head down to his pack. There were a few problems that meant for them to stay there. One: vampires. Though they were in an agreement and allies, it still didn't make it any easier to be around their scent. Second: Liam had declared Emma invalid from the pack completely before his near death experience, so they couldn't go into contact with her. Third: Liam had made it clear that they wouldn't be joining in any way, but he knew there would be some anticipation to join in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:20 pm
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"No, that's Oscar's castle and he'll be using it when he gets back," Anya replied as she kept her back turned to him, "And I can handle a few mutts myself. I don't need your protection nor anyone elses." She stood up and walked further away from him, keeping her arms crossed, "After everything i've done to get Emma's biggest desire, i'm still the one punished and the one in hiding. I don't care what their packs think of me, I can kill them with a flick of my wrist if I have the desire to do so. Not only that, i'm the reason Emma's back here to begin with. Oscar would've have killed if not for me."
Liam could smell that b***h just up the stair case. His pack was on edge. They wanted to kill Anya for almost killing their alpha. It took a long time to talk them out of their threats of death to her. Liam sat on the ground as he itched the back of his head, "She's Conrad's wife. If we kill her, the treaty is definitely off."
"Convince him to find another wife," one of the pack mates stated angrily, "How can we trust your new bat ally if his wife is a nut job?!"
"Crazy or not, that's still his wife," Liam sighed, "I'm alive, I just don't want to leave this castle again."
"You can't live in fear she'll attack again!" another lycan piped up, "Killing her is our best option!"
"If you can convince Conrad to leave her, she'll be an open target!" another lycan stated angrily.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:13 pm
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To know that Liam's pack wanted revenge did frighten her somewhat. She could take on two, maybe three, lycans, but a full pack would tear her to pieces. The thirst was becoming stronger.. Anya waited for Conrad to leave the room before she reached and held onto the wall as her thirst slowly became stronger. Her eyes darted to the vials of blood that Conrad had brought out..No. Anya's nails dug into the wall as she forced herself to become composed. She wouldn't take anyone's pity or aide. Never again.
Anya's anger died down. She slid herself down to the floor as she felt her thirst start to become more powerful than any anger she had felt before. Her eyes rested on the moon, how long had it been that she had actually fed? Anya pulled herself to sit on the windowsill, fighting back the urge to break the window to feed.
She glanced to the door. Conrad had gone. Anya, her mind becoming fuzzy from her thirst, went to the door. As soon as the door clicked open, she came face to face with Troy. His glasses gleamed in the pale moonlight.
"You cannot leave," he stated, "I'm disobeying your husband as it is to keep you from ruining your status any further."
"You see me as nothing," Anya spoke softly, "There is no gain for helping me."
"That is true," Troy held out his wrist to her, "But you're the thin glass of peace in this castle. If you so much as slip up, Conrad will lose it and we'll all fall prey to his anger. As forbidden as it is, you will no longer feel thirst if you drink from a vampire."
Anya took a step back. Drinking from a vampire would give her unimaginable power, but it was rumored to make her grow mad. Her thirst was too powerful. She wanted anything to drink. Anya pushed his wrist away from her, "I'd rather die of thirst. I have another task for you. This time, you will be safe if you follow my direct order."
Troy had his last orders. If he were banished from Conrad's court or sentenced to death, it would be with the thought that Anya was now Queen and peace would echo throughout their dark world. Troy sneaked off Conrad's grounds, traveling by plane to the Alps. With him was a map of all the locations of both Conrad's and Oscar's military areas. Attached to the map was a note from Anya to Oscar. Once he landed, Troy came to a stop where he was searched by rogue vampires before being led through a cave. At the end of the cave was an underground manor.
Oscar sat on his throne as Troy was presented to him. The two gave each other a brief nod before Oscar was handed the maps. At first, he was more than pleased to know where all Conrad's men were. On the other hand he saw his own locations and became dismayed. Now he knew where both he and Conrad remained.
"It's a pointless battle," Oscar sighed, "He has me surrounded while my outside troops have him surrounded. We can't make anymore moves."
"This is your sire sister's way of telling you to give up," Troy looked up at Oscar, "Read the note."
'Find peace with silence,' was all the note said. Oscar knew what it meant. Anya had lived by this motto for most of her created life. Now look at her. Locked away in Conrad's castle with a crown floating above her head that may or not be placed on her. Oscar tossed the map and note aside as he growled angrily to himself. He then turned to Troy, "Sending you back would be a death wish."
"I'm all for peace," Troy spoke, "My father was a man of peace before he became crazed. I'll return."
Oscar, amazed that Troy was acting so noble, "Then send back my promise to return under the conditions that I continue to live and remain King under my own right. Until he agrees to that, I will go nowhere."
Troy nodded, agreeing as he left the underground manor. He traveled back by private jet back to Conrad's castle. Instead of sneaking back in, he went through the main doors only to see Liam's pack surrounding the main corridors. He staggered at just how many lycans stood before him, all knowing he was apart of Liam's attack.
Liam moved through his pack and snickered when he saw Troy, "Well look who it is, one of the bats that tried to kill me."
"I-I've come to see Conrad," Troy stated, trying to stand his ground.
"I was forbidden to attack Anya or go after Oscar," Liam somewhat lied, "But you were left out. I don't see why not-"
"Leave him be." A soft, calming voice resonated throughout the main corridor.
Anya stepped down the staircase as if she was summoned instead of intruding. The pack began to growl, baring their fangs as they drooled at the sight of her and wanting to tear her flesh off. Though she was fearful, her desire for blood was keeping her from showing her fear. With elegance, Anya stepped through the parted pack as some even tried to bite at her. Anya did her best to ignore their angry gestures, even bypassing Liam and stood before Troy, "You all will leave him be."
Liam growled at her for a moment before turning to his pack, making them back off. Anya's crimson eyes seemed to look even more blood red than usual as she eyed each person in the pack. The Alpha lycan bared his fangs against Anya, "You have a lot of nerve to protect this whelp."
"Remember, I called the order," Anya spoke silken words, "He did nothing but obey my command. Seek the leader, not the guard."
"I'll tear her to pieces!" bellowed a female lycan as she stomped to Anya, towering over her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:34 pm
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