The moon was high over Elle's right shoulder as she moved through the woods, a pale form between the trees. She stepped, one foot almost directly infront of the other, sidestepping around trees or moving over logs. Her eyes searched the ground intently.
It had been only a few weeks since Romulus had turned her life upside down and inside out, ruined it. Elle knew she had come through the woods sometime during her kidnapping, and had most likely dropped her wand here.
But she couldn't find it.
Ellesa Pierce wasn't even sure if she could still use magic, but she wanted that wand. It was a symbol, of her old life, and it just felt wrong not to have it. Once she did find it, Elle wasn't sure what she would do with it. But she would worry about that once she found it.
Annoyed, she stooped down to pick up a stick, but it wasn't her wand, and she tossed the useless piece of wood to one sidem, a frustrated growl springing from her teeth.
The vampiress didn't look the best. She hadn't fed in over a week, and the bruise-like shadows under her eyes were even more pronounced. Elle's skin was paler and colder than ever.
Tired but stubborn, Elle continued looking for her wand. Something had probably eaten it. She was willing to bet her last sickle on it.
BIC: Elle wasn’t going to find what she was looking for. In the time she was searching for her want there was an abrupt snap and a young woman emerged from the brush holding the two pieces of the girl’s now snapped wand. Nobody had eaten it, but one of the lycans of the Woods had found it. Normally Roan would have passed off the idea of a vampire in the Woods. In earlier days she would have burnt them to a crisp, but now she had calmed on that topic and as long as they didn’t harm the Woods she would be calm. Until she could smell the stench coming off of Elle. Roan’s fiery eyes were ablaze and as she looked at the girl she let her hand with the wand ignite the piece of wood so it would burn down to ash.
“You’re not who I expected.” There was obvious anger in her voice as she glared down the young vampire. She had smelled Romulus’ scent, though distorted in a way. It had made her worried because his smell had been distorted before when he was the beast creature. And it made her angry because he had forbidden her from his domain upon their last meeting; so why should he be allowed in hers? Roan was not the Alpha in the Woods…but Romulus was not the Alpha in the Castille either. The Nephilim were stronger and more dangerous rulers there. If he could threaten her with death then she could threaten the same, and came to tell the intruder to leave.
So imagine her surprise when it was a young blonde standing in front of her rather than the rotten old corpse that was Romulus. “I see Romulus didn’t waste any time creating his own little brood. I can also see he didn’t choose to warn you about the dangers of these woods.” She had to be a creation of his, and the idea of Romulus’ ‘children’ running wild in these Woods unsettled her. It made the wild grin come to her face that hadn’t been there in a while. Did Elle even know it was a lycan standing before her? And what would she think of the fire still blazing in that open hand?
“You aren’t welcome here little girl.” Roan said darkly with a growl to her voice.
The young vampire caught the scent before she heard the creature moving in the woods. Elle spun on her heel, eyes first flicking down the burning remains of her wand, then back to the face of the woman, who was obviously extrememly pissed.
She looked annoyed, as if she'd been looking for someone. Romulus, Elle thought. The girl looked familiar, and Elle immediately knew why. Romulus had her in his memories, and now Elle had bits and pieces of them. The vampire took a step back. Romulus's most recent memories of this woman were not safe at all.
"I...I was just looking for my wand..." Elle managed after a beat, holding her ground. She didn't need to stand around and get torn to pieces for a piece of rowan wood. Not get killed for it, anyway. The vampire looked Roan up and down, trying to pull a name from the scraps of memories in her head, memories that weren't hers.
Lycan, lycan, lycan, oh hellll. A number of other swearwords ran through Elle's mind. She tried to look casual, unafraid, but it wasn't working too well. Elle was just a newborn vampire, and this was a full-fledged lycan holding fire. Not good. She might have been new to her life, but she knew what happened when a vampire got too close to fire.
"I didn't mean to bother you," she mumbled, avoiding the lycan's eyes. Yep, Elle was in big, deep trouble.
It made Roan happy to see that the girl was nervous. The flames in her hand blossomed a bit more as she smiled and stared at the girl. Yes, this one was young. The rancid stench of decay and death was upon her but it wasn’t as strong as it was with say Romulus. And if she was looking for a wand she had to be young too because vampires couldn’t use them. “What, did you want it for sentimental value?” Roan threw the ashes of the now cooked wand at Elle’s feet, the smell of burnt wood strong in the air. Even she had not gone back for her wand when she had been turned into a lycan. Hers had been snapped in half too and was probably rotting on the floor of the Castille where Romulus had ruined it.
“Well, your very presence bothers me. Because your sire has strictly forbidden me under pain of death to never enter the Castille again. I see only fitting that he and his should follow the same rules, and yet you came here. Tramping along in lycan territory. I guess he didn’t care about you enough to warn you about me living here.” She wouldn’t be surprised. Romulus should have known she would have been dangerous to any of his kind. She would make sure he got the message and learn for any future little children.
“I’ll tell you what though. Because you came here with no foul intentions I’ll give you a head start. Take a message back to your master that he and his are not welcome in these Woods. And if I manage to catch you I’ll return you ashes to Romulus as the message.” There was a crooked grin on Roan’s face that was as wild as her lycan side. It had been a long time since she had a good hunt, this one would be good. Not good to eat, but fun to play with at least. She let the fire extinguish in her hands and brought up a single finger with that grin on her face.
“One…”
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Great. Charred Wand. Elle resisted the urge to snarl at the lycan and took half a step forward to bend to pick it up. The lycan was talking, threatening...Ellesa Pierce had no doubt that Roan could follow up on that threat. No time to plead, not that she had any pride left anyway. She reached for the wand, her wand. Sentimental value, yes. Elle snatched up the two pieces of broken wood, glancing up at the lycan. Man, she was pissed.
Elle started to protest Roan, but the lycan was already counting. I'll take a piece of you with me, Elle thought, spinning on her heel before taking off. The broken pieces, still hot, were clenched in her hand, and she gritted her teeth. Over the brush. Elle hit the ground with a small thump but was running again, counting in her head. How much of a head start? Had Roan said? The vampire couldn't remember, didn't want to. All she knew was, her time was ticking away.
"Two," Elle counted under her breath, moving as quickly as she could across the leaves and foliage. A log loomed up, an obstacle for only a moment, and then she was over it. How fast could lycans move? Could they only run so quickly in their wolf form? Surely that would give Elle time, if she had to shape-shift..But Roan smelled like she had been a lycan awhile. Not a born one, but old enough to know the ropes and then some. Romulus....
Help, she thought. Elle knew she could fight, if it came to that, but she wouldn't win. Roan was a damn lycan, an ancient race who had always been the enemies of the vampires, didn't all the books say that? What do books know? Elle asked herself, chancing a glance over her should. Amazing, how quickly one could move when fear drove them. Her barefooted steps made no sound on the carpet of the forest floor, only the occassional swish of a branch as it bent as she passed.
How far was the castille? How long had she wandered in these woods looking for the damn wand? Elle knew at least an hour. There was no way she could reach the castille in whatever amount of time Roan had set for her. Elle had a brief flash of the girl jumping from the castille window, and of a flash of flames. Regret, Romulus's regret and anger swallowed her up, and she shoved it aside. How much further? Question after question, there it was.
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