Isabella and Antille
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,297
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Isbella and Antille
The body toppled near her in a large thump. Blood had filled about it in a pool of red. She walked through the town covered in blood. She used the end of her sleeve to rub off the rest of it.
People formed around and started whispering about her. Some women took there children in there arms and kept them close and away from her.
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"She's covered in blood did she kill the beast." They started asking each other.
Isabella smirked to the comments she now had a devised plan for the whole process of how to escape with Antille. Since the people of the town thought he was dead she could go back to the Inn until early in the morning and sneak out when everyone is still asleep.
The only issue would be trying to get around the guards'.
She made it to the inn finally. Antille was awake and looking about him. He looked to her with fear in his eyes and back away from her.
"Please… Pleas…s…s..e don't kill me." He would mutter as his lips quivered in fear.
Isabella looked to him and shook her head.
"A grown man sitting here and in fear of..me… No I will not kill you just know I'm the one that rescued you from the village. You had escaped in your beat like form they would of killed you." She said with a smirk playing at her lips.
He looked to her shocked.
"You're the one that saved me and slashed my chest." He asked astonished to see a woman being the one to actually stop him.
"Yes I stopped you, sorry for the cut by the way," She said looking to his wound.
He had started tending to it him self, the bandage she had placed on his chest had unraveled some and he was placing ointment of his own on the deep cut.
"I'm fine, but why didn't you kill me." He asked looking up to her.
Antille was a gorgeous man. He has black straight smooth silky hair, green deep jade like eyes, striking bone structure for his face features, tanned skin, and a thin but muscular physique. He wore old black velvet over coat, white button up shirt, and black slacks. His shirt was open at his chest as he tended to the wound.
"Because it was nonsense to kill something that hasn't done any harm," She spoke lying through her teeth.
She instead had built up feelings for this man though she barely knew him. It was his green eyes that entranced her. They were innocent even in his worst state of creature.
"Well again I thank you," He spoke solemnly to her.
He lowered his gaze from her. His long black locks hung over his eyes like a sheet falling over his form to be hidden. His eyes lowered in almost shame to be saved by this woman he barely even knew. He was grateful though to be alive.
"We need to leave by day break to get out of the village alive and safe, because soon they will know you're gone and they will find out it was not you who I killed." She said as she headed to the bath within the room.
He watched her make way to the bath and he turned his gaze to the front of the room. He slowly closed his eyes as he would soon rest.
Isabella would look over her shoulder at Antille's sleeping body and walk into the lavatory room. She would remove her robe and her garments underneath. She would run some water while shutting the door to a crack behind her. She wanted to be aware of any happens it they were to arise. She would then climb in the bath and sink into the water and wash the blood from her body. The tub quickly turning red.
People formed around and started whispering about her. Some women took there children in there arms and kept them close and away from her.
'
"She's covered in blood did she kill the beast." They started asking each other.
Isabella smirked to the comments she now had a devised plan for the whole process of how to escape with Antille. Since the people of the town thought he was dead she could go back to the Inn until early in the morning and sneak out when everyone is still asleep.
The only issue would be trying to get around the guards'.
She made it to the inn finally. Antille was awake and looking about him. He looked to her with fear in his eyes and back away from her.
"Please… Pleas…s…s..e don't kill me." He would mutter as his lips quivered in fear.
Isabella looked to him and shook her head.
"A grown man sitting here and in fear of..me… No I will not kill you just know I'm the one that rescued you from the village. You had escaped in your beat like form they would of killed you." She said with a smirk playing at her lips.
He looked to her shocked.
"You're the one that saved me and slashed my chest." He asked astonished to see a woman being the one to actually stop him.
"Yes I stopped you, sorry for the cut by the way," She said looking to his wound.
He had started tending to it him self, the bandage she had placed on his chest had unraveled some and he was placing ointment of his own on the deep cut.
"I'm fine, but why didn't you kill me." He asked looking up to her.
Antille was a gorgeous man. He has black straight smooth silky hair, green deep jade like eyes, striking bone structure for his face features, tanned skin, and a thin but muscular physique. He wore old black velvet over coat, white button up shirt, and black slacks. His shirt was open at his chest as he tended to the wound.
"Because it was nonsense to kill something that hasn't done any harm," She spoke lying through her teeth.
She instead had built up feelings for this man though she barely knew him. It was his green eyes that entranced her. They were innocent even in his worst state of creature.
"Well again I thank you," He spoke solemnly to her.
He lowered his gaze from her. His long black locks hung over his eyes like a sheet falling over his form to be hidden. His eyes lowered in almost shame to be saved by this woman he barely even knew. He was grateful though to be alive.
"We need to leave by day break to get out of the village alive and safe, because soon they will know you're gone and they will find out it was not you who I killed." She said as she headed to the bath within the room.
He watched her make way to the bath and he turned his gaze to the front of the room. He slowly closed his eyes as he would soon rest.
Isabella would look over her shoulder at Antille's sleeping body and walk into the lavatory room. She would remove her robe and her garments underneath. She would run some water while shutting the door to a crack behind her. She wanted to be aware of any happens it they were to arise. She would then climb in the bath and sink into the water and wash the blood from her body. The tub quickly turning red.