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Valdagerion woke suddenly. The girl laying upon him was awake, she was tense, her heart racing. His sharp hearing caught noises in the tunnel beyond. “You sense them, don’t you mortal.”

The nanites had done there job, and his shoulder was now more or less healed. He stretched, arching his back, and in doing so realised that his body was reacting more to the little female in his arms then he could have predicted. While sleeping, her leg had settled between his legs, and right now he could feel himself swelling against it. The girl shifted, his arm instinctively tightened about her, keeping her where she was, maintaining the sweet friction. His other hand coming to clutch hold of her hair, drawing her head back, revealing the silken skin of her throat, so close he could taste it.

“Valdagerion.”

The fog of sleep left and he raised his head, realizing what he was doing. He felt the urge to apologise, but then stopped himself; she was only a human after all. The girl was blushing prettily, she pulled away from him hastily, apparently annoyed with him, sitting some way from him. He missed her warmth immediately. But perhaps it was for the best.

He lay back down, still actuality aware of the young woman, who sat nearby, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring vacantly at one of the vast stone monoliths. He looked at the time piece display on his wrist, there were hours left until the ship arrived, and days before his strength would return. Deep underground as safe as it might have been, he had no acess to the sun and it’s energy giving rays.

The scraping on the rock was now audible in the chamber. The girl jumped, her eyes going to the stone that covered the doorway. “What is that?”

“Kalder – maar.” He replied softly.

“Will they leave?”

“No. They want me.”

He did not need to understand her next words, to know she was asking if they were safe.

“For a time.”

Little sparks of annoyance danced in her eyes. “Now what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged. “Safe, while the stone holds.” He replied simply.

“Why are you so calm!” She exclaimed, standing up then ranted for a while in her native tongue before rounding upon him again. “Do you even have a plan?”

He typed her words in to his translator. No human had ever spoken to him thus, and he bristled. “Do not presume to make demands of me mortal!” He snapped haughtily.

Her eyes blazed at him. But she said no more, sitting back down. The scraping sound came again, and she twitched, fearful eyes fixed on the doorway, biting her lip in that fretful way. Valdagerion relented, the girl was scared, and it would cost him nothing to reassure her.

He passed her the translator, sliding it across the girl. ‘Fear not Mary, I will protect you.’

She typed something, and then passed it back to him. ‘Protect yourself first.’

His brows shot up, and he glared at the young woman. She met his eyes, her face all innocence, all but a quivering dimple gave away her mirth. “Your so serious.” She said caressingly, he did not understand what she said, she was teasing him, no one teased him, but he felt an answering smile echo on his lips.

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The alien had fallen asleep again. He still looked terrible, dark circles under his eyes, and as odd as it might sound the luminescence of his skin seemed to be fading. Mary sat beside him, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms about them.

She had half hoped when she woke up that she would find out that this was all some kind of crazy nightmare. Instead she woke with a sense of impending doom, much the same sort of feeling that a mouse much have when a bird of pray is circling above. And then she had to contend with a half asleep, horny alien. The worst part about it being that Mary was not completely convinced that she wanted him to stop what he was doing. And what was with that line he fed her. “I will protect you?” No body said that outside of an epic film, or an adventure book.

The scraping on the other side of the door continued. A reminder that time was ticking down. Before Valdagerion had needed to rest again, he had managed to explain, buy drawing pictures on the dusty floor that a ship was coming for him, with reinforcements. It gave her a little hope, the alien elves would come, kick some other alien butt, and then she could go home, and pretend that this never happened.

She hid her head in the dark cavern created by her legs and arms. Simply breathing and trying to keep calm. Mary wondered if they had made a great mistake coming in to this cave. If the things got in, there would be no escaping them, and her ‘protector’ was barely alive, even if he acted all macho, and hard. He wasn’t going to survive another round with those things, and there was no way that Mary was any kind of match for them, hell the Alien had to blast them with lightning to kill them, what chance did she have?

The sound of stone grinding on stone made Mary jump. But when she looked up the great slab of rock was still there. She sighed in relief, but to soon apparently as the block rocked minutely. “Oh shit!”

She grabbed the top of the slumbering elf’s arm, shaking him awake. His hand was about her throat, it startled her, but not as much as she startled him apparently. He blinked in horror, and released her immediately. Mary pointed at the door franticly. “It moved!”

“I don’t see…” The door moved again, just a little rock, almost imperceptible.

“Traako!” The elf cursed.

“My sentiments exactly.” Mary concurred.

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“How long do we have?” The girl asked, typing it out on the holographic pad.

“I don’t know.”

The girl pointed to the picture of the ship that he had drawn. He sighed, and looked at the display on his gauntlet. The ship was due, but it would take them time to find them, with his communications down it could be another hour, maybe more.

The girl was standing now, looking to him for answers, as if he had any good ones. “What will we do if they get in?"

“I will fight. Ego pugna.”

She regarded him seriously. “Can you win?”

He did not answer immediately, she waited. But he could read in her expression that she knew his answer, he knew he was unlikely to survive this. “Perhaps I can buy you time to escape.”He said at last.

The girl’s lip trembled, and she caught it between her teeth, turning from him. Was she worried about him? How strange, a wild human worried about an elf? The door shook again, violently this time, and the girl visibly cringed. The Kaldar-maar must have been digging to get under the stone to get some kind of leaver under it.
He stood up, on week legs, taking his case with him, wedging it as best as he could under the block. Standing back, it seemed useless, but perhaps it would buy then a few more minuets.

He lent against the wall, sliding down it. Even crossing the room had been a tax on his strength. Valdagerion growled, had he even a fraction of his normal strength he could fend of the creatures. Had he his normal strength he would have snapped the leader and his last minion in two by now. Waiting to be killed by two such low class demons was infuriating.

He could sense them, the other side of the stone, and earth. Ishamean it seemed sensed him back. The creature with him had been one of those who had managed to get a mouthful of Valdagerion's blood, and now Ishamean was using the link to attempt to send taunting messages, tuning in to him like a radio, trying to get him to fight them, knowing that he was to week to win.

The demon was laughing at him.



The echo of the creatures laugh was like a nasty taste.


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Mary felt oddly blank. She was so scared that she wanted to be sick. Valdagerion was frowning, apparently deep in thought across the room from her. He had said that he intended to sacrifice his life for her. And he meant it. Mary could not say that she was comfortable with that.

He growled, a low animal sound that made her look up. She met his strange silver gaze, it was intent, in the way that made her feel both like a dear in the proverbial headlights, and also like the most interesting creature on earth, as if nothing else mattered to that glorious creature but her.

He got up slowly and walked, no stalked towards her, his muscles moving fluidly beneath his armour. With his teeth he pulled off his gloves, casting them aside. Panicking she stood, holding a hand out to fend him out. He leaned closer, pining her between the wall and his aggressive body. She babbled something, any words she might have known in Latin for no, or stop, or get away, forgotten as her eyes danced between his heaving pectorals, and his perfect lips.

His hands were in her head, and he was in her mind again, without so much as by your leave. {Mortal, I will keep there attention. You must run as fast as your legs can carry you.} He took something from his utility belt and pressed it in to her hand. She looked sown at it, it seemed like some sort of control. {. You will use it as soon as you are out of the passage you will use this. There are crystals about this chamber, when you type this code in, they will detonate, and the chamber will collapse, burying them alive.}

{And you.}

{That can not be helped.}

“No. I won’t do it!” She said aloud, her refusal echoing in her mind.

{You must. It is the only way.} He closed her fingers about it.

{I refuse!}

He tilted her chin up to meet his molten silver gaze. {I can make you, I can take control of your mind, Do you want that?} She shook her head. {I did not think so.} The tall warrior gently stroked the tears from her eyes with his thumb. {All will be well, you will see.}

Mary knew he was lying. Convulsively she threw herself about his neck, his arms hesitantly came about her, as one not used to being touched. She sobbed, annoyed at her own weakness. He held her, sinking them both to the floor, turning her so that she was cradled against his comforting wall of muscles.

She was obedient to the pressure of his fingers as he tilted her chin up, looking down at her a strange intensity in his gaze. His breath on her face, his sent like rain and sandalwood, his dominate male body pressing in to hers. His hands tangled in her hair, and he was in her mind again. Praising her for her bravery, making her feel more desired then she ever had before. He slowly lowered his head, his lips parting. Oh gods he’s going to kiss me!


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The human was so small, like a child. But from the soft curved pressed in to him, she was all woman. How strange she was, to care enough about him to shed tears. She was not even his kin. Having her against him was producing unfamiliar sensations. It seemed natural to lower his lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder, the eleven gestures of intimacy, dominance, and trust.

He scored his fang like eye teeth back and forth along that sensitive area. By the goddess she smelt good, and her skin was like silk under his tongue, as he nipped and nibbled. The girl moaned softly, arching her neck, giving him more access to the skin on her neck, her hands tangling in his hair. Her body was so responsive. Arching in to him wantonly, and he had barely started, gently he pulled her clothing down, giving him more access to her back, growing more fervent in his attentions.

Her hand slipped down, stroking his elegantly pointed ear, and then down to his neck, lingering on the sensitive skin there. He hummed in pleasure. “Enaerson.” He purred, “Yes, right there.”

The rock in the door, suddenly began to jostle back and forth. The girl’s hand came to grip his arm, her eyes wide in fear as the rock finally tumbled over. He snarled, baring his fangs, how dare they intrude now. He sucked on her neck once more, lingering there. {Go, stay out of sight human child.} He urged her, before he stood.

“No.” She whimpered, even as he put her aside. “Lets run, now.” She pleaded, tugging on his arm.

Stubborn mortal. He caught her chin. Holding it and capturing her with his eyes. All his kind could use glamour, it was a skill he had rarely practiced, but he used it now, bending her to his will, if even just for a moment.
Turning to face his attackers. His pale eyes, cold as glaciers. Determined to cause enough damage, and chaos that the girl could slip by them unhindered.

“Ready to die puppet of the Seele!” The creature laughed.

“Not today.” He replied. With all the speed and grace of his kind he ran forward, his blade out, and before the creature could draw breath to reply to him, he had sliced its head from it’s neck. He was already weakening, determination alone was driving him, and the knowledge that all he needed was a few more moments and the girl would be able to escape.

To his horror Ishamean had spotted the girl, and was heading towards her. His fangs bore in an evil smile. “Veldagerion!” She cried out, huddling against the wall, as the Kaldar-marr penned her in.
Fear, and sudden rage filled him. He sent a bolt out, blasting Ishamean clean across the room. “Run now!” He roared at the girl, falling to his knees again. She scurried out of the way, covering her head in her hands.
Isahmean stood, his one wing a useless bloody mess now. He snarled “I will have your head for this Rhi’ Aran!” He levelled a clawed finger at him, sending the last Kaldar-maar after him. “Forget the human, I want him!”

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Mary made it to the doorway, the detonator clasped tightly. She looked back over her shoulder, hesitating. Valdagerion has saved her again, and now he was fighting for his life. It was unbelievable, like watching something like the three musketeers, only this was real life and much scarier, much more dangerous, and there were no sequels.

Valdagerion was graceful, as if he was dancing not fighting, his long pale hair wiping around him. It was like a banner, oddly feminine a contradiction to the rest of him, which was so obviously male. His eyes blazing, like lighting in a stormy sky. She could see that he was flagging, a great wound across his chest, deep claw marks, bleeding freely. The Kaldar-maar was winning. She looked down the tunnel, at the detonator in her hand. He had told her to run, he was sacrificing himself to save her. He didn’t even know her. And she couldn’t let him do it.

She watched as Valdagerion was pushed to the floor, fending the creature’s claws off. “Get off him!” She did not think about what she was doing, she just flung herself in to the fight, game as any true welsh girl. Only this was no pub brawl.

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Valdagerion could not believe his eyes, the girl had barrelled in to them, and now was fighting like a wild cat, having jumped on the creatures back, managing to gouge at it’s eyes. Foolish woman, he had explicitly told her to get out! But the distraction that she caused gave him the advantage, and while the Kaldar-marr was trying to get the girl off his back he had the opportunity to stab the wretch.

The creature howled, and fell back against the wall. The girl was thrown off him; Valdagerion grabbed her arm, and pulled her behind him. Mary looked up at him with startled eyes, obviously surprised at her own actions. But he had no time to chastise her, as the Kaldar-marr was approaching again, wounded but not finished.
He was back in combat, this time perhaps on a more level playing field. His attention was taken up with his opponent, and experience paid off, he managed to land a fatal blow. What happened next was a blur. Ishamaen must have thrown a bolt, aimed at him. The girl suddenly cried out in warning, before shoving him out of the way of something.

He stumbled against the wall, in enough time to see the blot of electrical energy hit the young woman, and the girl fall to the floor. She lay as on dead. “Mary!” Valdagerion called. “Tu, Mary!” Gently he petted her cheek, but she did not stir. He swore long and low.

Ishamaen laughed in triumph. He advanced upon them. Valdagerion snarled like a beast, curling his body protectively over the young woman.

The Kaldar-maar suddenly sagged to his knees, falling down dead, a blow from behind killing him. Rillian rushed in to the chamber, followed by half a dozen of the Hirthsigil. “Rhi’ Valdagerion? Are you alright?”
But the Rhi’Aran’s attention was entirely upon the unconscious woman. “Mary.” He called, but the girl did not stir. “Don’t die, Mary. Not now. Do you hear me?”

She was as pale as death, dark circles about her eyes, her vibrant aura now nearly non existent. His hand sought her pulse, but found none. The Kaldar-maar’s blow could kill an eleven warrior, she had known that, yet she had taken the bolt for him. It was crude, but time was of the essence. Placing his interlinked hands over her heart, he pressed down rhythmically, counting under his breath, before placing his lips in to hers, breathing for her.

“Rhi Valdagerion.” Rillian said again, placing a hand on the Rhi’Aran’s shoulder.

“Rillian. Fortunately timed.” He replied under his breath, going back to the chest compressions.

“Are there any others?”

“No, they are all dead.”

“Is that one of their victims?” Rillian asked, looking at the human, who he assumed was dead.

“Not if I can help it.” Valdagerion said grimly. “Where is the ship?”

“Outside.”

“Good. Warn Melar that we have an injured human, she will need a healer. ” He ordered, picking the girl up. “I will explain everything on the ship.”

“You want to bring a human from man’s land with us?” the warrior asked incredulously. “Seelie law forbids the taking of human’s from Man’s land…”

“I know the law! What else can I do with her? I probably owe her my life.” He demanded impatiently, already moving for the outside. “I will sort this mess out later, somehow.”