Flowers Under the Moon
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,366
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Flight
Flowers Under the Moon
Chapter 5: Flight
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The light of the moon reflects off of the pool and shows two identical gray werewolves. One of them sniffs as the other makes a motion of the blood that is near the pool. “She has to be near here,” one of them growls out. “She could not have gotten far with her injuries.”
The other shakes his head no. “The blood trail ends here. Which means she could have drowned herself, Tristan. She definitely had enough time to do so.”
Tristan growls angrily. “Then you go into the water and see if she did, Alexander! That pool is deep and perhaps you will drown your stupid head,” he says with a growl as he pushes Alexander into the pool and makes a big splash. “Find her!” He yells with frustration showing in his voice, being the only emotion there. Alexander nods and dives under water, Tristan watching the surface and then looking around him. 'She could have gone into the bushes,' he thinks as he draws a long sword. "Rachel!" he calls out to the forest, "I know you are hurt but we just want to take you home! Mother is worried and so is Father so you shouldn’t hide from us!”
Damascus shakes his head as he hears this, laying down Rachel carefully. ‘Right,’ he thinks as he readies his katars, ‘then why was she running away in the first place? And her name is Rachel...’ his mind trails off as he looks towards the sleeping woman again. ‘I need to help her,’ is his final thought as he focuses on this Tristan.
Alexander comes out of the water only a moment later, shaking off all the water. “She’s not down there, brother,” he says with a sigh. “Perhaps we should continue deeper into the forest?”
Tristan sniffs deeply, barely catching the scent of Damascus and the small scent of Rachel’s blood. He shakes his head no and points right at the bush, drawing his long sword with a wolf’s head at the hilt. Alexander draws out his claws, long and sharp, glistening as the moon’s rays encircle them. “She’s here…but so is something else. I can’t get a good smell off of it,” he answers softly, but Damascus is able to hear it.
His ears twitches as he makes sure that she will not be found in case one of her brothers sneak off to find her. Her eyes blink open to look at him but she makes no movement, hugging her bow close to her. Damascus sighs softly but walks out to the clearing slowly as the brothers take up fighting stances. “I believe you are referring to me when you say something else,” he says clearly as he hides his katars in the shadows of the night.
“Yes, I was,” Tristan says as he looks over the man, his mind connecting him to be the Prince of the region. “We have no quarrel with you Prince, so please excuse us as we continue to find what we are looking for.”
“It depends on what you are looking for in my domain,” he says with authority in his voice, knowing he is within his rights to claim this forest as his domain.
“It deals with our family so back off,” Alexander growled darkly as Damascus looks lazily at him. “You have no authority here.”
Tristan shakes his head. “Prince, please forgive my brother. But if you are holding our sister, then we need her back.”
The Prince shakes his head no and Alexander speaks up. “She’s already dead!” He yells and rushes towards Damascus, hearing the zoom of an arrow. Struck right through the heart, he falls and stains the water with his blood. Her body shaking as her bow falls, Tristan and Damascus looking towards Rachel as her body falls.
“You–“ He spouts at Damascus. “You made her do this!” He lunges at Damascus, swinging his long sword up Damascus’ torso as the Prince blocks it with his katars. “You turned her against her own brother!” He growled out in anger as he continued to attack the Prince. Damascus blocked every blow and finally kicks him away.
“Enough! I did not make her kill her own brother. Whatever the two of you did to her drove her to this!” Tristan doesn’t even hear him as he rushed Damascus, the katars going deep into his chest as he rushed into him. Damascus moves his katars out and pushes them back in, moving through the heart. Knowing that the blow killed him, Damascus watches the body go into the water and sink to the bottom. Taking off his katars, he rushes to Rachel and helps her heal.
*~*~*~*
The guards look over the shivering woman, opening the oak doors to let her in. Slowly she walks into the room, letting her eyes move over everything. Silver gleams in the room, sometimes mixing with gold as another pair of eyes watches her. Rachel pays them no heed, as she finds the window that Akastus was talking about. The eyes continue to watch her, sending another shiver up her body that this time she cannot stop as his powers make her turn around. “You are even more beautiful when you are not strapped against a wall,” Lord Stefano says softly as he walks up to her. His cloak draped over a chair, the table in front of it filled with food that her eyes fixed on.
Rachel stomach rumbles at the sight, loud enough for Stefano to hear as she backs away from him. “You knew that when you first saw me Stefano,” she says with venom in her voice. “I am not going to give into you. I never will for I know you for what you are…a coward,” she spits at him.
He chuckles softly at her words and in one swift moment, holds her so she cannot move. Gently stroking her cheek as she tries to get away, fear rising as her only emotion. “Shh,” he says as he forces a kiss on her, letting go of holding her as Rachel fights to get away. She is able to push him away hard as the kiss ends, spitting out the blood that he tried to feed her. “You should not have done that,” he says with disappointment as he takes up the whip again but feels a wind from somewhere.
“No, it was your mistake to even try something like that,” she says as her eyes cloud with anger, as the whip circles around her wrist and pulls her close to him.
“I will have you one way or another, my dear. Either you are willing or I take you anyways. Both are pleasurable to me,” he says with an evil grin as he pins her against the wall.
He licks her neck and kisses her neck as she softly says “no...” The whip starts to loosen against her arm and with her mind, pushes him against the other wall. “You will never ever touch me,” she says as the rest of her body shakes. “Never!”
He just laughs and then tries to move from the wall as she goes over to the window. “And you will never escape, my dear. They will find you and bring you back to me,” he says as he fights against the barrier.
“I don’t care,” she says softly and takes a bow and arrow set from the room. “I don’t care,” she says again and goes out of the window.
*~*~*~* “Tristan!” Stefano yells as the barrier is gone with Rachel being gone. A white wolf comes into the room, the same one that was in her room earlier. “Go after her and do not come back without her!” Tristan nods and goes.
*~*~*~*
Chapter 5: Flight
*~*~*~*
The light of the moon reflects off of the pool and shows two identical gray werewolves. One of them sniffs as the other makes a motion of the blood that is near the pool. “She has to be near here,” one of them growls out. “She could not have gotten far with her injuries.”
The other shakes his head no. “The blood trail ends here. Which means she could have drowned herself, Tristan. She definitely had enough time to do so.”
Tristan growls angrily. “Then you go into the water and see if she did, Alexander! That pool is deep and perhaps you will drown your stupid head,” he says with a growl as he pushes Alexander into the pool and makes a big splash. “Find her!” He yells with frustration showing in his voice, being the only emotion there. Alexander nods and dives under water, Tristan watching the surface and then looking around him. 'She could have gone into the bushes,' he thinks as he draws a long sword. "Rachel!" he calls out to the forest, "I know you are hurt but we just want to take you home! Mother is worried and so is Father so you shouldn’t hide from us!”
Damascus shakes his head as he hears this, laying down Rachel carefully. ‘Right,’ he thinks as he readies his katars, ‘then why was she running away in the first place? And her name is Rachel...’ his mind trails off as he looks towards the sleeping woman again. ‘I need to help her,’ is his final thought as he focuses on this Tristan.
Alexander comes out of the water only a moment later, shaking off all the water. “She’s not down there, brother,” he says with a sigh. “Perhaps we should continue deeper into the forest?”
Tristan sniffs deeply, barely catching the scent of Damascus and the small scent of Rachel’s blood. He shakes his head no and points right at the bush, drawing his long sword with a wolf’s head at the hilt. Alexander draws out his claws, long and sharp, glistening as the moon’s rays encircle them. “She’s here…but so is something else. I can’t get a good smell off of it,” he answers softly, but Damascus is able to hear it.
His ears twitches as he makes sure that she will not be found in case one of her brothers sneak off to find her. Her eyes blink open to look at him but she makes no movement, hugging her bow close to her. Damascus sighs softly but walks out to the clearing slowly as the brothers take up fighting stances. “I believe you are referring to me when you say something else,” he says clearly as he hides his katars in the shadows of the night.
“Yes, I was,” Tristan says as he looks over the man, his mind connecting him to be the Prince of the region. “We have no quarrel with you Prince, so please excuse us as we continue to find what we are looking for.”
“It depends on what you are looking for in my domain,” he says with authority in his voice, knowing he is within his rights to claim this forest as his domain.
“It deals with our family so back off,” Alexander growled darkly as Damascus looks lazily at him. “You have no authority here.”
Tristan shakes his head. “Prince, please forgive my brother. But if you are holding our sister, then we need her back.”
The Prince shakes his head no and Alexander speaks up. “She’s already dead!” He yells and rushes towards Damascus, hearing the zoom of an arrow. Struck right through the heart, he falls and stains the water with his blood. Her body shaking as her bow falls, Tristan and Damascus looking towards Rachel as her body falls.
“You–“ He spouts at Damascus. “You made her do this!” He lunges at Damascus, swinging his long sword up Damascus’ torso as the Prince blocks it with his katars. “You turned her against her own brother!” He growled out in anger as he continued to attack the Prince. Damascus blocked every blow and finally kicks him away.
“Enough! I did not make her kill her own brother. Whatever the two of you did to her drove her to this!” Tristan doesn’t even hear him as he rushed Damascus, the katars going deep into his chest as he rushed into him. Damascus moves his katars out and pushes them back in, moving through the heart. Knowing that the blow killed him, Damascus watches the body go into the water and sink to the bottom. Taking off his katars, he rushes to Rachel and helps her heal.
*~*~*~*
The guards look over the shivering woman, opening the oak doors to let her in. Slowly she walks into the room, letting her eyes move over everything. Silver gleams in the room, sometimes mixing with gold as another pair of eyes watches her. Rachel pays them no heed, as she finds the window that Akastus was talking about. The eyes continue to watch her, sending another shiver up her body that this time she cannot stop as his powers make her turn around. “You are even more beautiful when you are not strapped against a wall,” Lord Stefano says softly as he walks up to her. His cloak draped over a chair, the table in front of it filled with food that her eyes fixed on.
Rachel stomach rumbles at the sight, loud enough for Stefano to hear as she backs away from him. “You knew that when you first saw me Stefano,” she says with venom in her voice. “I am not going to give into you. I never will for I know you for what you are…a coward,” she spits at him.
He chuckles softly at her words and in one swift moment, holds her so she cannot move. Gently stroking her cheek as she tries to get away, fear rising as her only emotion. “Shh,” he says as he forces a kiss on her, letting go of holding her as Rachel fights to get away. She is able to push him away hard as the kiss ends, spitting out the blood that he tried to feed her. “You should not have done that,” he says with disappointment as he takes up the whip again but feels a wind from somewhere.
“No, it was your mistake to even try something like that,” she says as her eyes cloud with anger, as the whip circles around her wrist and pulls her close to him.
“I will have you one way or another, my dear. Either you are willing or I take you anyways. Both are pleasurable to me,” he says with an evil grin as he pins her against the wall.
He licks her neck and kisses her neck as she softly says “no...” The whip starts to loosen against her arm and with her mind, pushes him against the other wall. “You will never ever touch me,” she says as the rest of her body shakes. “Never!”
He just laughs and then tries to move from the wall as she goes over to the window. “And you will never escape, my dear. They will find you and bring you back to me,” he says as he fights against the barrier.
“I don’t care,” she says softly and takes a bow and arrow set from the room. “I don’t care,” she says again and goes out of the window.
*~*~*~* “Tristan!” Stefano yells as the barrier is gone with Rachel being gone. A white wolf comes into the room, the same one that was in her room earlier. “Go after her and do not come back without her!” Tristan nods and goes.
*~*~*~*