Frozen
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
980
Reviews:
0
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.
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Spun rubies.
If she was ever asked to describe the vivid shade of silken blood red hair that spilled like shimmering trails of blood down masculine shoulders, contrasting sharply against supple black leather, lightly beaded with water from the night's rain, she would have to compare it to spun rubies.
The hair complimented the cat like eyes the shade of an unnatural green, however they burned with a cold inner fury that caused them to harden and sparkle like emeralds within the stoic expression of an angelically beautiful face.It would have been a face she could of admired, if it weren't contorted with anger. More specifically, anger towards her.
"I will not sit here, Nicholai, while your impudent daughter hurls insults at me and my son! Her arrogance is most appalling and I refuse to endure it any longer." Sebastian snarled, full lips curling back to expose pearly white fangs that glinted in the light menacingly as the demon glared a hole through her. Seated beside her father in the modestly decorated study with it's hunter green and cream draperies, hardwood floor and plush furnishings, Anya, seated beside her father, for once in the past twenty minutes, sat with a silent stillness that only a vampire could manage, seeming to fade into the background unnoticed by the ancient and her demonic father who had decided to sport his less threatening, not to mention more eye pleasing, human guise for this meeting.
Chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair and smooth classical features emphasized by high cheekbones, a square jaw and thin lips worked together perfectly to give him an unintimidating air. One would have never guessed that for over 6.000 years, he had brought whole civilizations to ruins. Anya saw a muscle in his jaw tick as her cast her an irritated glance, a sure sign that he was holding his anger in check, but she could feeling it crawling along her skin like a million hungry fire ants stinging her flesh, no doubt Sebastian felt it as well.
Nicholai offered a gracious, old world smile that oozed unnatural charm and rose smoothly to his feet, his tall frametowering over them both. Sebastian stood as well, a few inches shorter, but no less formidable in his out rage.
"Sebastian, there is nothing I would like more than for my daughter and your son to join in marriage. The pairing would strengthen both our houses in more than one way. Your precious clan will have the protection it needs and in return we will have yet another powerful ally."
He tugged at the stormy gray suit jacket he wore over a linen dress shirt with a pair of matching gray slacks, then clasped both his hands behind his back. "You will have an answer within three nights," he turned and glared down at Anya, " And I assure you, it will be a favorable one." He didn't add the "˜or else' but she heard it just the same and regarded him with a look of pure defiance glinting in her dark liquid eyes. Anya stood up finally, elegantly dressed for this occasion, by father's demand, in a flowing midnight blue velvet dress, the neck line of the bodice trimmed with silk and displaying the tops of her full round breasts to daring advantage, her parlor glowed radiantly from a fresh kill an hour before. If anyone were more fed up with this conversation, it would be her.
Arranged marriages had long since died out centuries ago, and yet here she was, having her future bartered away while thinly veiled threats were thrown in her direction from a father that had done nothing but make her life a living hell, condemned her from the very day they were reunited after 200 hundred years. But it had been her father's coupling with a mortal woman that had damned her from the start. Her birth had shocked many in the underworld, for she had been the only seed from a demons loins to be born a complete mortal, only to be turned into a child of the night later on. Abomination she had been called by him and other demons alike. To her father, the only ones that deserved his kindness were pure bloods like him.Oh, and lets' not forget her darling, very much pure blood brother, Mephisto.
The name rankled on her nerves and left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, missing the pinch of tight leather surrounding her body tight and snug as a vise, then with a calm smile, she clasped her slender hands before her, "This meeting has been most entertaining. By father's request, I will consider this"¦gracious offer much more closely. You'll have your answer soon enough." Like hell it will change, though.
Sebastian eyed her for a full minute before he seemed to agree, "That has been the most sensible you have been all evening."
Anya smiled again bowing her head of artfully arranged ebony curls, but the curve of lips was cold, barren of all genuine amusement, "Indeed it has been." Nicholai's expression told her that he was not convinced by her sudden cooperation, but Sebastian seemed pacified enough at the moment to let it go.
"Then as long as we're in agreement, I will return within three nights with my son to hear your answer, Miss De La Contessa." He bowed to her, then to her father, then he disappeared. She would have said he vanished, but that wasn't quite it. One moment he was there, then he was gone, as if he'd been wiped away by some invisible cloth. Anya dropped her hands at her sides and rolled her eyes, sinking back down onto the couch into a graceless sprawl.
"You were unnecessarily rude, Anya. I will not have you embarrassing me with such blatant disrespect again." The look he cast her was so cold, ice would not melt beneath it. She was use to it, that dispassionate look of contempt that he made no effort to hide when they were alone.
Anya smiled grimly and sat up, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress carefully, " And here I was thinking," she stood up and looked her father dead in the eye, her own expression neutral, " That no matter what I did, I would always be an embarrassment to you."
" Don't get bold with me, missy, or you may just find yourself on the wrong end of my fist, and you won't get up." Nicholai hissed angrily.
Undaunted, Anya stepped back just as she knew he expected her to, averting her gaze so he would not see the dark hatred burning there. She listened as Nicholai turned and strode across the floor towards the door, the fine fabric of his clothing rustling with his movements, and as he left the room, one thing became apparent.
He could not possibly despise her as much as she despised him.
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Spun rubies.
If she was ever asked to describe the vivid shade of silken blood red hair that spilled like shimmering trails of blood down masculine shoulders, contrasting sharply against supple black leather, lightly beaded with water from the night's rain, she would have to compare it to spun rubies.
The hair complimented the cat like eyes the shade of an unnatural green, however they burned with a cold inner fury that caused them to harden and sparkle like emeralds within the stoic expression of an angelically beautiful face.It would have been a face she could of admired, if it weren't contorted with anger. More specifically, anger towards her.
"I will not sit here, Nicholai, while your impudent daughter hurls insults at me and my son! Her arrogance is most appalling and I refuse to endure it any longer." Sebastian snarled, full lips curling back to expose pearly white fangs that glinted in the light menacingly as the demon glared a hole through her. Seated beside her father in the modestly decorated study with it's hunter green and cream draperies, hardwood floor and plush furnishings, Anya, seated beside her father, for once in the past twenty minutes, sat with a silent stillness that only a vampire could manage, seeming to fade into the background unnoticed by the ancient and her demonic father who had decided to sport his less threatening, not to mention more eye pleasing, human guise for this meeting.
Chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair and smooth classical features emphasized by high cheekbones, a square jaw and thin lips worked together perfectly to give him an unintimidating air. One would have never guessed that for over 6.000 years, he had brought whole civilizations to ruins. Anya saw a muscle in his jaw tick as her cast her an irritated glance, a sure sign that he was holding his anger in check, but she could feeling it crawling along her skin like a million hungry fire ants stinging her flesh, no doubt Sebastian felt it as well.
Nicholai offered a gracious, old world smile that oozed unnatural charm and rose smoothly to his feet, his tall frametowering over them both. Sebastian stood as well, a few inches shorter, but no less formidable in his out rage.
"Sebastian, there is nothing I would like more than for my daughter and your son to join in marriage. The pairing would strengthen both our houses in more than one way. Your precious clan will have the protection it needs and in return we will have yet another powerful ally."
He tugged at the stormy gray suit jacket he wore over a linen dress shirt with a pair of matching gray slacks, then clasped both his hands behind his back. "You will have an answer within three nights," he turned and glared down at Anya, " And I assure you, it will be a favorable one." He didn't add the "˜or else' but she heard it just the same and regarded him with a look of pure defiance glinting in her dark liquid eyes. Anya stood up finally, elegantly dressed for this occasion, by father's demand, in a flowing midnight blue velvet dress, the neck line of the bodice trimmed with silk and displaying the tops of her full round breasts to daring advantage, her parlor glowed radiantly from a fresh kill an hour before. If anyone were more fed up with this conversation, it would be her.
Arranged marriages had long since died out centuries ago, and yet here she was, having her future bartered away while thinly veiled threats were thrown in her direction from a father that had done nothing but make her life a living hell, condemned her from the very day they were reunited after 200 hundred years. But it had been her father's coupling with a mortal woman that had damned her from the start. Her birth had shocked many in the underworld, for she had been the only seed from a demons loins to be born a complete mortal, only to be turned into a child of the night later on. Abomination she had been called by him and other demons alike. To her father, the only ones that deserved his kindness were pure bloods like him.Oh, and lets' not forget her darling, very much pure blood brother, Mephisto.
The name rankled on her nerves and left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, missing the pinch of tight leather surrounding her body tight and snug as a vise, then with a calm smile, she clasped her slender hands before her, "This meeting has been most entertaining. By father's request, I will consider this"¦gracious offer much more closely. You'll have your answer soon enough." Like hell it will change, though.
Sebastian eyed her for a full minute before he seemed to agree, "That has been the most sensible you have been all evening."
Anya smiled again bowing her head of artfully arranged ebony curls, but the curve of lips was cold, barren of all genuine amusement, "Indeed it has been." Nicholai's expression told her that he was not convinced by her sudden cooperation, but Sebastian seemed pacified enough at the moment to let it go.
"Then as long as we're in agreement, I will return within three nights with my son to hear your answer, Miss De La Contessa." He bowed to her, then to her father, then he disappeared. She would have said he vanished, but that wasn't quite it. One moment he was there, then he was gone, as if he'd been wiped away by some invisible cloth. Anya dropped her hands at her sides and rolled her eyes, sinking back down onto the couch into a graceless sprawl.
"You were unnecessarily rude, Anya. I will not have you embarrassing me with such blatant disrespect again." The look he cast her was so cold, ice would not melt beneath it. She was use to it, that dispassionate look of contempt that he made no effort to hide when they were alone.
Anya smiled grimly and sat up, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress carefully, " And here I was thinking," she stood up and looked her father dead in the eye, her own expression neutral, " That no matter what I did, I would always be an embarrassment to you."
" Don't get bold with me, missy, or you may just find yourself on the wrong end of my fist, and you won't get up." Nicholai hissed angrily.
Undaunted, Anya stepped back just as she knew he expected her to, averting her gaze so he would not see the dark hatred burning there. She listened as Nicholai turned and strode across the floor towards the door, the fine fabric of his clothing rustling with his movements, and as he left the room, one thing became apparent.
He could not possibly despise her as much as she despised him.
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