Post by Neko on Nov 11, 2010 5:14:53 GMT -6
A/N:: Long time so see my people. I know no one actually reads these accept the admin but I still like acting like some big shot announcer and god forbid anyone else comes across these I cannot be rude right?! RIGHT?! … Yes quite. Anyways lets make sure we get this straight. This is a story that has nothing to do with the actual website in time or anything. This is a pipers dream I suppose. In a way this may end up happening at some point but Damon still needs to nurse Innocence to full health and Sarah still needs something to happen to her for this to become any sort of truth but you know. I love a good what if. I figure this will also get some nice real story plot ideas going and for people to understand just how my dear new character’s mind ticks and how well she gets along with everyone, her connections, and how I hope things work out with her. By the way this will be in first person. Any other character will be him/her or she/he until I switch perspectives if I even bother doing that which I doubt I will end up doing. So yes enough ranting. Reading the damn story. XD
P.S. I tried to make it like a real novel so some parts of thicker then other parts. Let me know if you all like this way better or not.
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It felt like time stood still for me. No matter how much time passed it felt as if nothing had changed. The only thing that let me know the times did not stand still was the seasons. Seasons that never stopped changing, time that truly was never holding still. A small sigh broke from my lips. I was looking through the window of the room I had given a few years ago. I was like one of those tragic maidens stuck behind glass. A bird with clipped wings. Well maybe that was extreme, if I had ever wanted to, I could break free. I was not as helpless as those woman from those stories from the old days. Nor have I ever been… I was not even a woman in the eyes of most until I took my armor off and let my hair down.
At least here I did not have to deal with those idiots who saw me as a good time or a piece of meat. Even in my full garb and the lack of any feminine grace due to my façade to be a male, they somehow saw through it and if it was not them, then it was the men who wanted me to be a man that tried to get me into their bed. Just like my damned father… Well save the bedding part. He saw me as nothing but a pawn to his little chess game… Sometimes I wondered if that is all men thought about. Sure once or twice I had given what I had thought at the time was ’it’ a try. According to the Mistress of the house’s younger sister that was just the small of it. There was much more and honestly I had no will to find out what it was.
Here I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to go outside so badly but at the same time I disliked going outside. The only times I went outside were when the sun was just about to rise and just about to set. Those times were spent solidly on training my body to avoid getting rusty and to also ride my brute of a stallion. He was not something anyone could just ride but I had ridden him for a good while. I had also ridden his crazy father, and that crazy stallion’s father. A whole line, going back to the stallion I was given when my father had ’rescued’ me from that towel… To bad I did not let my hair grow long enough and escape like Rapunzel. It may have made my life so much easier… I always got weird looks when I was in public.
Not for being what I am but because it is clear somehow that I am indeed a woman and most woman had mares. As if a woman was not strong enough to deal with a stallion and if the mare was skittish they would be put to avoid harming the lady their husbands had given them away to. A stupid rule, a mare was only slightly weaker then a stallion and it depended on the horse. A mare could just as easily crush one of those dainty woman as any stallion could… And it was a sad fate that something so afraid would be put down. It made me wonder if I would be put down too… A depressive thought I shook from my head violently. So violently I accidentally smashed my forehead on the glass. A sound that a normal human would not have heard unless they were in the same room.
Wincing I muttered a small curse and then hear the thumping of footsteps. A small fragile looking girl, the Mistress’s younger sister, Innocence had heard her. In a way Crystyna or Crys if you will looked at this younger girl as a sister, I also did so with Engima. My only true family was Walter oddly enough. However I knew the charisma between my distant cousin and the lady of the house. If things went right Engima would actually technically be family. Which also made the young Innocence my true family. Now if only those two got over their foolish embarrassment and just got married. I had known Mary and Richard as well. They too would become family. No matter how distant. I even saw the young gypsy as family. She came to visit me so often and so did Whisper who was also like family.
If only these people would stop fooling around and get married so it would not just be my little safe place and it would become a reality. I winced when I felt the worry with an undercurrent of joy from the girl, “Crys… Are you alright?” she asked me with worry.
I just gave the best smile I could muster up and nodded, “Of course dear. What are you doing so far in this part of the wing anyways?” No one came to visit me in this wing, due to the history, unless there was something important like a war or if they had something on their mind. A few came to visit a lot but even those visits had gotten cut short.
Innocence blushed causing a wave of embarrassment rushing straight to me. Keeping the pained smile on my face she noticed Innocence close the door and look at her with a look of determination, “I am trying to hide from sister… I know she still is in the air about Damon… You are the only one I can tell the gory details without getting either lectured or laughed at…”
Ah yes, Gory details? Oh this would be good… I had heard many different words about this boy man. Whisper had called him rather handsome but far to moody. Enigma had called him nothing but a dog who wanted nothing more then to corrupt her little sister. Jezebel had called him a darling man who would be taking Damian as his own son even after all that had happened. The mix messages led me to consider him innocent until proven guilty. I had also heard he had a older brother around my age going to marry a human… If I had not known better I would have thought myself getting into one serious dysfunctional family but… I was a risk taker.
Innocent noticed the older woman was deep in thought and pouted, “Crys!” Innocence cried very close to the older woman’s face.
I snapped out of my thoughts and gave Innocence a serene smile, “Yes darling?” I needed to stop zoning out…
Innocence seemed to calm down and then blushed again slightly, “Sorry… I am just desperate. I need to escape and I know you are the only one that can help me out. Sister thinks Damon as nothing but a sex maniac and I will die if I cannot see him…” She gave me a look that I could read without any special gifts I had been given. It was not about gossip it was something else…
I sighed and stood to my full height from the window, nothing special but for a woman it was not short, “I hate to point out the obvious but he is a sex maniac and from the sounds of it, your sister was right-” I stopped myself as I noticed her face fall.
“I knew you would say that… Sister told you to stop helping me and talking to me right?” She seemed really upset…
All I could do to such a face was take a bigger sigh and continue, “Do not finish my words girl. I never said I would not help. Nor did your sister tell me anything besides to help you. I failed you once because I cannot leave this room.” She knew what was coming--
“And why not? You still have not explained why you cannot leave this room. You have been here since I could remember… There must be something you want to see outside and help me in the same shot…” She was oozing sadness and it was all I could do not to smack my head into that window.
What was I suppose to say… “It is not for ears like you to hear. Anyways I suppose I can help you as long as your sister will not have my head. Why is Red Hare not able to take you?” That horse had caused Innocence to get in so much trouble… It was amazing he was not up to helping her now.
That was when another wave of emotion hit her, “Well sister is making him pay… He is in serious trouble… So I cannot use him and I do not dare to take the wild mare so maybe…” I sighed mentally this time I knew what this meant.
I rubbed my temples, “What is he in trouble for if you do not mind me asking? And just what are you asking me for? You cannot hope to ride my stallion… So you are angling for something missy…” I knew she was after something… I just hoped she would spill it soon.
Innocence paused for a moment before sighing. Unlike so many others Crys was not the type to let her get her way so easily. She could work her sister, she could work her lover, she could work Walter and could could even work her ‘grandparents’ and even Whisper. But there was something about Crys that made it impossible… Just like Rhys. She just broke out laughing. She tried to stop but it was almost impossible. All this time and she just noticed now their names rhymed.
I noticed the girl break into hysterics and just gave her a blank look, “The insanity plea will not work with me…” I was not in the mood for this. As much as I loved everyone I was in the middle of a nice hard sulk and mind opening thought. I wanted to return to it as fast as possible.
Innocence finally stopped her mad laugher and wiped her eyes free of tears, “Well as for what I want I was wondering if you would ‘kidnap’ me to Lee and then leave me there and play stupid with sister.” She gave me her pout face she no doubt used when she wanted her way.
Looking at out the window it was still dark outside. So there was no way of playing that card. I then sigh, “Alright fine I will take you outside and to your little lover but I am going back here straight after and you cannot blame me for any trouble that happens… Got it?” I had to use tough love or else Innocence would walk all over me. Innocence was not exactly the easiest to handle.
With my head bashing long forgotten Innocence grabbed my wrist and by the power of determination started to drag me from my spot in the room. I would have fought but at this rate I had already dug my grave I might as well finish the job and jump in it… Now walking to keep from being dragged I noticed Damian’s sleeping aura along with Enigma. It seemed she was babysitting… Now I knew why Innocence was so desperate. Damon must love the young boy like a son but… Having relations must be difficult with a small toddler running about. Well I had been thinking about going outside, I might as well do it now. Reaching the stables I saw the reason Red Hare had been in trouble. Nazonazo was thick with pregnancy. It seemed even the stallion was not immune to the calling…
Saddling up my prized brute as he struggled to keep from getting restrained I began double guessing myself. What if Innocence could not handle the bumpy ride. She was fragile after all… She looked it in my eyes anyways. The look of determination made it so I decided against trying to talk her out of it. After a quick five minutes of fighting with Mephistopheles he was ready to go even if it was against his will. Innocence quickly joined me on his back and once he felt the extra weight of two he bolted off. Innocence was obviously used to Red Hare because she did not fall off right away and or freak out. Reaching Lee in record time I gave Innocence a moment to jump off. Once she did I felt her drag me down along with her. I gave her a confused look and then felt a part of me die. She had tricked me…
“Oh do not look so upset. I want you to meet Damon and his brother.” She looked so happy for me to be outside. What could she possibly want me to meet these people for. I was suppose to be in hiding.
Even though I honestly did not feel like hiding anymore… This was not how I wanted to make my debut. Expecially because I had no idea if I wanted people to know me as a woman or not. I was wearing clothes tailored in a woman’s size but were clearly meant for a male. What would they think about me then? A confused darkling? I was a half darkling too. I already knew about how Damon was not a typical noble but I had no idea about his brother. Not that I was the type who cared for appearances nor impressions but if I caused trouble for Innocence I would feel badly. I could only hope as I was dragged into the Mansion of Lee that I would be seen as no trouble…
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Damon was busy doing his work. Yes, without Innocence around he could finally do his work but he actually missed her. Whenever she interrupted Rhys would take over the work and he got to have as much fun as he wanted. While he knew that was not proper, screw proper, or rather he was screwing something else. The thought and flashbacks that passed by his eyes caused a grin to cross his lips. He then heard footsteps. Expecting his brother he was not surprised when the door opened showing his brother.
He did not look to happy either, “Damon, your woman is here…” His voice was laced with a deathly monotone.
Damon nodded and let him leave. He knew nothing good would have happened with that human. She had gone missing and he knew Rhys felt like it was his fault. He was locked in his room most of the time and with all of those weapons in there he felt that it was a bad idea but what was he supposed to do… He was to powerless to do anything. With another sound he knew that Innocence was coming. When the door opened he was surprised to see Innocence standing next to a short man. He frowned.
He was trying not to let it show but he was failing, “Hello… How are you and who is that behind you?” He had a slight grind to his teeth.
I could hear the fact he did not seem pleased to see me I could also feel it. What amused me through the emotional pain of the waves he was sending was it was all because he thought I was a man and he was jealous. Innocence however seemed totally unaware. I decided this would be my chance to leave. Going to turn and leave I felt Innocent drag me into the office and force me to sit down in on of the seats in front of Damon. I felt his glare but ignored it. I always got glared at. I should not have been talked into this. If my mind was not elsewhere I would have been able to get out of this without trying.
Damon who kept glaring looked up at Innocence, “Once again, how are you and who I that?” He pointed a lazy finger at me.
Innocence just smiled, “Oh yes, this is Crys. A dear friend of mine.” She seemed to ignore the fact she seemed to be implying something… Then it hit me, she was trying to imply something.
Damon’s glare got worse., “Oh I see. Care to tell me a bit-” Before he could finish Innocence went to say something but I cut her off before she could speak.
“Now listen here both of you--” I could see from my lack of hiding my feminine voice, confusion was beginning to plague Damon. “I am not going to be a little puzzle piece to this game. Now if you excuse me…”
I went to leave but before I could Innocence put me in a hug. “No you must stay. I am sorry I just love teasing him and you were perfect for that. Damon I am sorry, this is Crys as in Crystyna. She is a warrior. I wanted you to meet her.” At the mention of female gender he seemed to calm down.
He then started to look me up and down like all men. Trying to see if it was the truth. I was in no mood to be looked up and down like a piece of meat. With anger I Pulled down my baggy shirt, a thick tight bunch of bandages around my breasts with a slight cleavage from the force of them being shoved against my chest showed the proof needed. I suppose it was the sadistic side of me that enjoyed as he accidentally fell backwards in his chair and hit the floor. Innocence just giggled besides me enjoying her lover getting teased. I then felt a wave of violent depression that almost made me vomit and faint at the same time. Innocence noticing pushed me into a chair. Rubbing my temples I went to ask but it seemed Innocence knew already.
“I lied, the real reason I brought you here was to try and cheer up Rhys… He has not been having a good time since his love went missing. It is thought she is dead but we have no proof… Care to help?” She seemed desperate and from the look I could tell that was the real reason. Mocking Damon was just a bonus.
I looked at Damon who was brushing himself down and trying to hide a small blush on his face. I then saw him turn serious. “It is true. I need to know if there is anything to help him… I feel useless like always but Innocence said you know how to deal with this type of stuff and I am desperate…” I wanted to help but…
I could not do it myself, “I will help you as long as you two bring him to me. I cannot take the emotion…” I almost did not notice the weird look I got from Damon as he got up from his chair.
He went to the door, “Well I will be needing some help so I will go get Richard and Henry to help bring him here… This might take a moment…” I could tell he was not looking forward to this.
He closed the door and then there was footsteps until there was nothing but the silence of breathing. Innocence sighed and then sat down in Damon’s chair. She looked depressed and I felt it. It was so emotional in this place I was clawing to leave but once again I dug myself a hole. I had to help this Rhys… I did find it amusing my male nickname was a rhyme to his. Oh well… After a moment the sound of screaming, thumps, bodies being thrown, and almost animalistic sounds thundered from the hall. I looked at Innocence who looked at me with a slight fear in her eyes. It then turned to depression again.
She stood up and then pointed out into the hallway, “Whenever he is forced from his room he gets very violent. So please be careful…” She then made her way to the door in which I followed.
When she opened the door I peeked my head outside the door. Innocence had no been lying. Damon was slumped against a wall, at least a two dozen guards were sprawled all over and the only one standing was no other then Richard. He seemed to be having some difficulty because of the pure rage Rhys seemed to be showing. My mild look of surprised turned into a blank look. Stepping into the hall I heard Innocence call for me to wait but I walked over. I dodged the fist that was aimed toward the dodging Richard. When Richard saw me he looked shocked and the moment of shocked caused him to get thrown into the wall taking a painting off the wall as he slid to the floor. Rhys was huffing from the fight he had just put up. He then went to turn to return to his room but I snuck in front of him.
He looked at me with a blank look but his eyes were molten gold, filled with hatred, hurt, rage, and pure anger. “Move…” His voice showed no emotion but I knew better.
I was stubborn when I want to be and so I replied, “No…” Crossing my arms I held my ground. I could tell her was not to pleased about that.
His eyes darkened, “I said move… I do not feel like fighting anymore guards…” He then went to move past me but I stepped in front of him.
I was feeling emotions and I had heard once from Innocence he felt emotions too, “Stop being so selfish… You must be so sick of people burdening you with their emotions, how the hell do you think I feel when you-” Before I could finish I barely dodged a punch aimed for my jaw.
He was serious, “I SAID MOVE!” He growled it out almost like a monster.
Rubbing my chin where he had given it a bit of a brush with his fist I got up from my crouching position. I saw a slight change in his eyes. Was he impressed or something… It pissed me off so much that people thought I was some new recruit because of my feminine build… My rage obvious did not help him because as soon as I let it go his rage started up again.
He then paused before hitting again, “Why will you not let me return to my room. I do not need my brother or his men to try and talk me out of how I feel… Like any of you understan-” One woman who I had thought of as a mother once said I had a temper from Scotland… Maybe she was right.
-SLAP-
My hand remained up in the air, stinging from hitting flesh. The look in his eyes now were surprise and confusion. “I understand just fine you big baby, so stop treating me like some infant!“ He seemed to stunned to give a reply back.
The question in his eyes however spurred me to lower my hand and glare at him, “I know plenty. Lets play a game shall we…” Probably not any time for a game but it seemed like a good idea to try and work the angle…
He seemed even more confused as he now nursed his cheek, “This is hardly a time for a game… Also you slap like a woman.” A hard hitting scary woman, but he left that part out.
I sighed before continuing, “Guess my gender, my age, and my past…” I knew he would probably screw up on all of them but that was part of the fun right?
He paused before seeming to indulge me, “Well the way you slap I would say woman” it was an attempt of an insult as he clearly saw me as a man, “I know you to be a man however so ignore that little comment. You cannot be a day older then 25 like my stupid little brother, and I am sure you had many days running around with woman who could not deny your good looks.” He did not feel any emotion and was slightly surprised by it until he saw the look on her face.
It was a look of smugness on my face that probably threw him off, “I am a man who slaps like a woman, who is to young to know anything in the world, and only has lived to drink myself and indulge myself in woman?” I suppose he would agree but he looked like he was second guessing himself. He however did not change his answer.
He eyed me before looking me up and down just like his brother had done. Rolling my eyes I just wait before he looks me in the eyes again. Nothing changing in his eyes. Apparently without flashing my bandages and dropping my pants, no one would see me as a woman. Well there was one decent way of doing it…
Putting a hand to the hat that was on my head for a moment I look at him in the eyes, eyes that were calmer in this weird distraction. “I stand by my statement… So sorry if you take offense to being some just out of diapers brat…” He said it with sarcasm.
With a quick flash of my eyes I ask him one last question. “And do you think me a full blood?” I notice his slight confusion before he sighed.
He ran a hand through his long white locks. “I have no time for these games, you look like a darkling I figure you are not a full blood unless you are like one of those little princesses from those old books-- Nevermind you would have no idea what I am talking about. Now leave me alone I want to go to my room…” He made a movement to move down the hall but I stood in front of him again.
I then pull my hat off my head and let my crimson locks fall down my back and swing before taking a rest just past my upper thighs. The look of mild surprise is what always happens. That was the only decent way of showing them I was a female but sometimes, it took more because men these days also wore their hair long. Oh well that just meant I would have to treat him like the little brat he was.
He crossed his arms and then sighed, “So you are a pretty boy big deal… I do not swing that way if that is what you are trying to get at. Now let me pass or else I will made a pass through you.” He looked slightly angry again, the confusion and amusing nature from this little man wearing off as he remembered why he was pissed in the first place.
I was getting upset myself but I hid it well, “Well look at you, all high and mighty… You know nothing about me. I am sure you care to know nothing about me but you will shut the f**k up and sit the f**k down and listen. I am a woman and I am older then you boy so show your elder some respect. Also I hate to tell you but my life has not been roses and sunshine. Now get over your little tantrum and do something about whatever is causing your little panties to get into a bunch!” I tried to keep my temper in control but I was upset.
Punching the wall hard enough to leave a decent dent I moved out of his way. I could tell he was surprised. Let it be because no one talked like that because he was so tall or maybe it was because he was the older brother of the lord of the house but he needed a serious talking to. Not a coddling talk where he would make excuses or try to take advantage. He needed to be told how it was and if he wanted to jump off the bridge it was not my problem. Without any effort I picked up Richard and put him in the office before going and getting Damon and put him in a chair too.
By the time I had come back for Damon Rhys had already started moving the fallen soldiers into the spare rooms in the hallway. He seemed to be getting the idea. Well my job was done… Just as I was going to leave I felt someone grab my arm. I figured it was Innocence so I went to tell her genteelly I needed to go and no more games but it was Rhys. I gave him a square look but he gave me a small thanks and then let go. Innocence over heard and taking it as a good sign grabbed Rhys even though he had just punched over two dozen people.
Rhys looked at her with a slight irritation but did nothing. “Lets play dress up! We have enough clothes because Damon spoils me.” Rhys then gave a slightly frightened look. He had no wish to be playing dress up, he was in a better mood even under the circumstances but he had no will to be dressed up in noble clothes or frilly dresses… He went to escape but then Innocence made it clear who was going to be suffering.
Innocence looking at me caused me to put my hands up, “Oh no I am suppose to be a man, I canno-” Before I could finish Innocence had me dragged into another room.
Rhys was wondering if it was safe for him to leave but then he noticed Damon waking up. Apologizing softly Damon just waved it off knowing his brother was in deep pain over everything. He was surprised the woman man Innocence had brought had worked so well. He was going to say something when he heard a loud crash and a scream that was not from Innocence. Rhys winced but had a small smirk on his lips. Damon raised a brow but his confusion did not last long as a few moments after the crashes and screams the door opened.
Innocence was dressed in the same dress and jumped out of the room only to look back, “Oh come on you look wonderful. Come out and show your loveliness off!” I was not suppose to be seen as a woman it was so beaten into me it felt weird to wear the clothes I wore in the tower all these years later. I had never wore a dress since those times and it brought back horrible memories but at the same time it was almost embarrassing…
After a moment of me not leaving the room I felt Innocence tug me out and force me in front of the two Lee brothers. Dizzy from the emotions and all that had just happened in that room I lost my balance and fell in front of both of them. The dress I had been wear fanned out around me. My legs were however exposed because of how it had fanned out in front of me due to the way I had tumbled. The glass shoes on my feet of dark red showed along with my pale legs. The dress I wore was far more grandiose then the ones I had of pure white that were more brown after all the years I wore them. This color was far past white, it was almost a pearl like color with red threading. I had also be forced to wear a red chocker with a ruby stone droplet.
I did not want to raise my head, Innocence had also given me some make up the gypsy had given her… I felt like one of those clowns but Innocence not missing a beat forced me to my feet. I held the best deadpan look I could on my face. I could see the surprise on both of the men’s face. Sure I cleaned up well. The best feature was probably the fact this dress was a low cut and the fact my chest was bigger then Innocence and Enigma… Well it really did fit me against my wishes. I could hear Damon teasing Innocence and Innocence feeding into it as they went into their office. I felt the lust radiating off them.
I then frowned. I was stuck in this crazy dress that I had no idea how to get out of and now I was getting frustrated. I always got the after draft I could ignore when she came back from her little vacations, but this was to much. Turning around I went to step but even with all the grace in the world I was a man in mind and therefore almost fell on my face. Rhys with quick reflexes caught me. Holding the position for a second I kicked the glass shoes off carefully and then bent forward to gather them. I look back to see a glassed over look in Rhys eyes. I just ignore it. From what I heard he also had not been laid in awhile. Any woman in a dress would probably get his attention.
Going into the room I took the shoes and put them away in the wooden box. From the looks of it, this was the Innocence used. It was closed to Damon’s office like she had said so it made perfect sense. I then tried to take the dress off but all the ribbons made it so I wanted to just rip it off. I then noticed that Rhys was leaning in the doorway. Fighting back a sarcastic remark I glared at him.
He however did not remove his frame from the arch. “Enjoying the show… If you are not going to leave, help me out of this damn dress…” I turned my back to him and waited for him to either run off or actually be a man and take the dress off.
I heard footsteps and I was mildly surprised that it was not away but towards me. A finger slipped past my upper back as he unthreaded the bow and then his fingers danced against my back in a motion to loosen the corset and other bows keeping the dress tight against my body. He then backed off. Taking a deep breath I turned around keeping a hand on the top of the dress to keep from flashing him. He seemed to take the message and went to leave. Closing the door as he did so. I stared at the door with a blank look.
As I took the dress off and changed into the beloved male clothes I have been wearing no matter how the fashion of the decades and millennia changed it I got the feeling I would be dragged into this more then this one time. Oddly enough I felt fine with this. Leaving the room I left the castle and got my horse back from the poor men trying to keep him from breaking loose. Making my way back home I would make sure to avoid Enigma and Walter and even Whisper at all costs. My emotional radar level had reached its peak and I needed a nice good nap…
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A/N:: Yes yes I know what you are thinking, where is my trademark smut where is the sex and goofiness and such. Well I am kinda depressed, these two have just gotten to know each other, and I am slightly rusty. There will be smut and laughs after I am done being depressed, they are no longer guarded strangers and finally give into their animalistic lust, and I am no longer rusty. So until then that is what I got and I hope you like it. It took four hours and like always if I fucked up some grammar or no one is in perfect sync or whatever. Ignore it and just try to enjoy the story. If things go well there will be some posts/follow up stories. I need some posts to fuel my creative spirit though so the next one depends on that but yeah. I hope you enjoyed and look forward to more stories.
P.S. I tried to make it like a real novel so some parts of thicker then other parts. Let me know if you all like this way better or not.
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It felt like time stood still for me. No matter how much time passed it felt as if nothing had changed. The only thing that let me know the times did not stand still was the seasons. Seasons that never stopped changing, time that truly was never holding still. A small sigh broke from my lips. I was looking through the window of the room I had given a few years ago. I was like one of those tragic maidens stuck behind glass. A bird with clipped wings. Well maybe that was extreme, if I had ever wanted to, I could break free. I was not as helpless as those woman from those stories from the old days. Nor have I ever been… I was not even a woman in the eyes of most until I took my armor off and let my hair down.
At least here I did not have to deal with those idiots who saw me as a good time or a piece of meat. Even in my full garb and the lack of any feminine grace due to my façade to be a male, they somehow saw through it and if it was not them, then it was the men who wanted me to be a man that tried to get me into their bed. Just like my damned father… Well save the bedding part. He saw me as nothing but a pawn to his little chess game… Sometimes I wondered if that is all men thought about. Sure once or twice I had given what I had thought at the time was ’it’ a try. According to the Mistress of the house’s younger sister that was just the small of it. There was much more and honestly I had no will to find out what it was.
Here I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to go outside so badly but at the same time I disliked going outside. The only times I went outside were when the sun was just about to rise and just about to set. Those times were spent solidly on training my body to avoid getting rusty and to also ride my brute of a stallion. He was not something anyone could just ride but I had ridden him for a good while. I had also ridden his crazy father, and that crazy stallion’s father. A whole line, going back to the stallion I was given when my father had ’rescued’ me from that towel… To bad I did not let my hair grow long enough and escape like Rapunzel. It may have made my life so much easier… I always got weird looks when I was in public.
Not for being what I am but because it is clear somehow that I am indeed a woman and most woman had mares. As if a woman was not strong enough to deal with a stallion and if the mare was skittish they would be put to avoid harming the lady their husbands had given them away to. A stupid rule, a mare was only slightly weaker then a stallion and it depended on the horse. A mare could just as easily crush one of those dainty woman as any stallion could… And it was a sad fate that something so afraid would be put down. It made me wonder if I would be put down too… A depressive thought I shook from my head violently. So violently I accidentally smashed my forehead on the glass. A sound that a normal human would not have heard unless they were in the same room.
Wincing I muttered a small curse and then hear the thumping of footsteps. A small fragile looking girl, the Mistress’s younger sister, Innocence had heard her. In a way Crystyna or Crys if you will looked at this younger girl as a sister, I also did so with Engima. My only true family was Walter oddly enough. However I knew the charisma between my distant cousin and the lady of the house. If things went right Engima would actually technically be family. Which also made the young Innocence my true family. Now if only those two got over their foolish embarrassment and just got married. I had known Mary and Richard as well. They too would become family. No matter how distant. I even saw the young gypsy as family. She came to visit me so often and so did Whisper who was also like family.
If only these people would stop fooling around and get married so it would not just be my little safe place and it would become a reality. I winced when I felt the worry with an undercurrent of joy from the girl, “Crys… Are you alright?” she asked me with worry.
I just gave the best smile I could muster up and nodded, “Of course dear. What are you doing so far in this part of the wing anyways?” No one came to visit me in this wing, due to the history, unless there was something important like a war or if they had something on their mind. A few came to visit a lot but even those visits had gotten cut short.
Innocence blushed causing a wave of embarrassment rushing straight to me. Keeping the pained smile on my face she noticed Innocence close the door and look at her with a look of determination, “I am trying to hide from sister… I know she still is in the air about Damon… You are the only one I can tell the gory details without getting either lectured or laughed at…”
Ah yes, Gory details? Oh this would be good… I had heard many different words about this boy man. Whisper had called him rather handsome but far to moody. Enigma had called him nothing but a dog who wanted nothing more then to corrupt her little sister. Jezebel had called him a darling man who would be taking Damian as his own son even after all that had happened. The mix messages led me to consider him innocent until proven guilty. I had also heard he had a older brother around my age going to marry a human… If I had not known better I would have thought myself getting into one serious dysfunctional family but… I was a risk taker.
Innocent noticed the older woman was deep in thought and pouted, “Crys!” Innocence cried very close to the older woman’s face.
I snapped out of my thoughts and gave Innocence a serene smile, “Yes darling?” I needed to stop zoning out…
Innocence seemed to calm down and then blushed again slightly, “Sorry… I am just desperate. I need to escape and I know you are the only one that can help me out. Sister thinks Damon as nothing but a sex maniac and I will die if I cannot see him…” She gave me a look that I could read without any special gifts I had been given. It was not about gossip it was something else…
I sighed and stood to my full height from the window, nothing special but for a woman it was not short, “I hate to point out the obvious but he is a sex maniac and from the sounds of it, your sister was right-” I stopped myself as I noticed her face fall.
“I knew you would say that… Sister told you to stop helping me and talking to me right?” She seemed really upset…
All I could do to such a face was take a bigger sigh and continue, “Do not finish my words girl. I never said I would not help. Nor did your sister tell me anything besides to help you. I failed you once because I cannot leave this room.” She knew what was coming--
“And why not? You still have not explained why you cannot leave this room. You have been here since I could remember… There must be something you want to see outside and help me in the same shot…” She was oozing sadness and it was all I could do not to smack my head into that window.
What was I suppose to say… “It is not for ears like you to hear. Anyways I suppose I can help you as long as your sister will not have my head. Why is Red Hare not able to take you?” That horse had caused Innocence to get in so much trouble… It was amazing he was not up to helping her now.
That was when another wave of emotion hit her, “Well sister is making him pay… He is in serious trouble… So I cannot use him and I do not dare to take the wild mare so maybe…” I sighed mentally this time I knew what this meant.
I rubbed my temples, “What is he in trouble for if you do not mind me asking? And just what are you asking me for? You cannot hope to ride my stallion… So you are angling for something missy…” I knew she was after something… I just hoped she would spill it soon.
Innocence paused for a moment before sighing. Unlike so many others Crys was not the type to let her get her way so easily. She could work her sister, she could work her lover, she could work Walter and could could even work her ‘grandparents’ and even Whisper. But there was something about Crys that made it impossible… Just like Rhys. She just broke out laughing. She tried to stop but it was almost impossible. All this time and she just noticed now their names rhymed.
I noticed the girl break into hysterics and just gave her a blank look, “The insanity plea will not work with me…” I was not in the mood for this. As much as I loved everyone I was in the middle of a nice hard sulk and mind opening thought. I wanted to return to it as fast as possible.
Innocence finally stopped her mad laugher and wiped her eyes free of tears, “Well as for what I want I was wondering if you would ‘kidnap’ me to Lee and then leave me there and play stupid with sister.” She gave me her pout face she no doubt used when she wanted her way.
Looking at out the window it was still dark outside. So there was no way of playing that card. I then sigh, “Alright fine I will take you outside and to your little lover but I am going back here straight after and you cannot blame me for any trouble that happens… Got it?” I had to use tough love or else Innocence would walk all over me. Innocence was not exactly the easiest to handle.
With my head bashing long forgotten Innocence grabbed my wrist and by the power of determination started to drag me from my spot in the room. I would have fought but at this rate I had already dug my grave I might as well finish the job and jump in it… Now walking to keep from being dragged I noticed Damian’s sleeping aura along with Enigma. It seemed she was babysitting… Now I knew why Innocence was so desperate. Damon must love the young boy like a son but… Having relations must be difficult with a small toddler running about. Well I had been thinking about going outside, I might as well do it now. Reaching the stables I saw the reason Red Hare had been in trouble. Nazonazo was thick with pregnancy. It seemed even the stallion was not immune to the calling…
Saddling up my prized brute as he struggled to keep from getting restrained I began double guessing myself. What if Innocence could not handle the bumpy ride. She was fragile after all… She looked it in my eyes anyways. The look of determination made it so I decided against trying to talk her out of it. After a quick five minutes of fighting with Mephistopheles he was ready to go even if it was against his will. Innocence quickly joined me on his back and once he felt the extra weight of two he bolted off. Innocence was obviously used to Red Hare because she did not fall off right away and or freak out. Reaching Lee in record time I gave Innocence a moment to jump off. Once she did I felt her drag me down along with her. I gave her a confused look and then felt a part of me die. She had tricked me…
“Oh do not look so upset. I want you to meet Damon and his brother.” She looked so happy for me to be outside. What could she possibly want me to meet these people for. I was suppose to be in hiding.
Even though I honestly did not feel like hiding anymore… This was not how I wanted to make my debut. Expecially because I had no idea if I wanted people to know me as a woman or not. I was wearing clothes tailored in a woman’s size but were clearly meant for a male. What would they think about me then? A confused darkling? I was a half darkling too. I already knew about how Damon was not a typical noble but I had no idea about his brother. Not that I was the type who cared for appearances nor impressions but if I caused trouble for Innocence I would feel badly. I could only hope as I was dragged into the Mansion of Lee that I would be seen as no trouble…
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Damon was busy doing his work. Yes, without Innocence around he could finally do his work but he actually missed her. Whenever she interrupted Rhys would take over the work and he got to have as much fun as he wanted. While he knew that was not proper, screw proper, or rather he was screwing something else. The thought and flashbacks that passed by his eyes caused a grin to cross his lips. He then heard footsteps. Expecting his brother he was not surprised when the door opened showing his brother.
He did not look to happy either, “Damon, your woman is here…” His voice was laced with a deathly monotone.
Damon nodded and let him leave. He knew nothing good would have happened with that human. She had gone missing and he knew Rhys felt like it was his fault. He was locked in his room most of the time and with all of those weapons in there he felt that it was a bad idea but what was he supposed to do… He was to powerless to do anything. With another sound he knew that Innocence was coming. When the door opened he was surprised to see Innocence standing next to a short man. He frowned.
He was trying not to let it show but he was failing, “Hello… How are you and who is that behind you?” He had a slight grind to his teeth.
I could hear the fact he did not seem pleased to see me I could also feel it. What amused me through the emotional pain of the waves he was sending was it was all because he thought I was a man and he was jealous. Innocence however seemed totally unaware. I decided this would be my chance to leave. Going to turn and leave I felt Innocent drag me into the office and force me to sit down in on of the seats in front of Damon. I felt his glare but ignored it. I always got glared at. I should not have been talked into this. If my mind was not elsewhere I would have been able to get out of this without trying.
Damon who kept glaring looked up at Innocence, “Once again, how are you and who I that?” He pointed a lazy finger at me.
Innocence just smiled, “Oh yes, this is Crys. A dear friend of mine.” She seemed to ignore the fact she seemed to be implying something… Then it hit me, she was trying to imply something.
Damon’s glare got worse., “Oh I see. Care to tell me a bit-” Before he could finish Innocence went to say something but I cut her off before she could speak.
“Now listen here both of you--” I could see from my lack of hiding my feminine voice, confusion was beginning to plague Damon. “I am not going to be a little puzzle piece to this game. Now if you excuse me…”
I went to leave but before I could Innocence put me in a hug. “No you must stay. I am sorry I just love teasing him and you were perfect for that. Damon I am sorry, this is Crys as in Crystyna. She is a warrior. I wanted you to meet her.” At the mention of female gender he seemed to calm down.
He then started to look me up and down like all men. Trying to see if it was the truth. I was in no mood to be looked up and down like a piece of meat. With anger I Pulled down my baggy shirt, a thick tight bunch of bandages around my breasts with a slight cleavage from the force of them being shoved against my chest showed the proof needed. I suppose it was the sadistic side of me that enjoyed as he accidentally fell backwards in his chair and hit the floor. Innocence just giggled besides me enjoying her lover getting teased. I then felt a wave of violent depression that almost made me vomit and faint at the same time. Innocence noticing pushed me into a chair. Rubbing my temples I went to ask but it seemed Innocence knew already.
“I lied, the real reason I brought you here was to try and cheer up Rhys… He has not been having a good time since his love went missing. It is thought she is dead but we have no proof… Care to help?” She seemed desperate and from the look I could tell that was the real reason. Mocking Damon was just a bonus.
I looked at Damon who was brushing himself down and trying to hide a small blush on his face. I then saw him turn serious. “It is true. I need to know if there is anything to help him… I feel useless like always but Innocence said you know how to deal with this type of stuff and I am desperate…” I wanted to help but…
I could not do it myself, “I will help you as long as you two bring him to me. I cannot take the emotion…” I almost did not notice the weird look I got from Damon as he got up from his chair.
He went to the door, “Well I will be needing some help so I will go get Richard and Henry to help bring him here… This might take a moment…” I could tell he was not looking forward to this.
He closed the door and then there was footsteps until there was nothing but the silence of breathing. Innocence sighed and then sat down in Damon’s chair. She looked depressed and I felt it. It was so emotional in this place I was clawing to leave but once again I dug myself a hole. I had to help this Rhys… I did find it amusing my male nickname was a rhyme to his. Oh well… After a moment the sound of screaming, thumps, bodies being thrown, and almost animalistic sounds thundered from the hall. I looked at Innocence who looked at me with a slight fear in her eyes. It then turned to depression again.
She stood up and then pointed out into the hallway, “Whenever he is forced from his room he gets very violent. So please be careful…” She then made her way to the door in which I followed.
When she opened the door I peeked my head outside the door. Innocence had no been lying. Damon was slumped against a wall, at least a two dozen guards were sprawled all over and the only one standing was no other then Richard. He seemed to be having some difficulty because of the pure rage Rhys seemed to be showing. My mild look of surprised turned into a blank look. Stepping into the hall I heard Innocence call for me to wait but I walked over. I dodged the fist that was aimed toward the dodging Richard. When Richard saw me he looked shocked and the moment of shocked caused him to get thrown into the wall taking a painting off the wall as he slid to the floor. Rhys was huffing from the fight he had just put up. He then went to turn to return to his room but I snuck in front of him.
He looked at me with a blank look but his eyes were molten gold, filled with hatred, hurt, rage, and pure anger. “Move…” His voice showed no emotion but I knew better.
I was stubborn when I want to be and so I replied, “No…” Crossing my arms I held my ground. I could tell her was not to pleased about that.
His eyes darkened, “I said move… I do not feel like fighting anymore guards…” He then went to move past me but I stepped in front of him.
I was feeling emotions and I had heard once from Innocence he felt emotions too, “Stop being so selfish… You must be so sick of people burdening you with their emotions, how the hell do you think I feel when you-” Before I could finish I barely dodged a punch aimed for my jaw.
He was serious, “I SAID MOVE!” He growled it out almost like a monster.
Rubbing my chin where he had given it a bit of a brush with his fist I got up from my crouching position. I saw a slight change in his eyes. Was he impressed or something… It pissed me off so much that people thought I was some new recruit because of my feminine build… My rage obvious did not help him because as soon as I let it go his rage started up again.
He then paused before hitting again, “Why will you not let me return to my room. I do not need my brother or his men to try and talk me out of how I feel… Like any of you understan-” One woman who I had thought of as a mother once said I had a temper from Scotland… Maybe she was right.
-SLAP-
My hand remained up in the air, stinging from hitting flesh. The look in his eyes now were surprise and confusion. “I understand just fine you big baby, so stop treating me like some infant!“ He seemed to stunned to give a reply back.
The question in his eyes however spurred me to lower my hand and glare at him, “I know plenty. Lets play a game shall we…” Probably not any time for a game but it seemed like a good idea to try and work the angle…
He seemed even more confused as he now nursed his cheek, “This is hardly a time for a game… Also you slap like a woman.” A hard hitting scary woman, but he left that part out.
I sighed before continuing, “Guess my gender, my age, and my past…” I knew he would probably screw up on all of them but that was part of the fun right?
He paused before seeming to indulge me, “Well the way you slap I would say woman” it was an attempt of an insult as he clearly saw me as a man, “I know you to be a man however so ignore that little comment. You cannot be a day older then 25 like my stupid little brother, and I am sure you had many days running around with woman who could not deny your good looks.” He did not feel any emotion and was slightly surprised by it until he saw the look on her face.
It was a look of smugness on my face that probably threw him off, “I am a man who slaps like a woman, who is to young to know anything in the world, and only has lived to drink myself and indulge myself in woman?” I suppose he would agree but he looked like he was second guessing himself. He however did not change his answer.
He eyed me before looking me up and down just like his brother had done. Rolling my eyes I just wait before he looks me in the eyes again. Nothing changing in his eyes. Apparently without flashing my bandages and dropping my pants, no one would see me as a woman. Well there was one decent way of doing it…
Putting a hand to the hat that was on my head for a moment I look at him in the eyes, eyes that were calmer in this weird distraction. “I stand by my statement… So sorry if you take offense to being some just out of diapers brat…” He said it with sarcasm.
With a quick flash of my eyes I ask him one last question. “And do you think me a full blood?” I notice his slight confusion before he sighed.
He ran a hand through his long white locks. “I have no time for these games, you look like a darkling I figure you are not a full blood unless you are like one of those little princesses from those old books-- Nevermind you would have no idea what I am talking about. Now leave me alone I want to go to my room…” He made a movement to move down the hall but I stood in front of him again.
I then pull my hat off my head and let my crimson locks fall down my back and swing before taking a rest just past my upper thighs. The look of mild surprise is what always happens. That was the only decent way of showing them I was a female but sometimes, it took more because men these days also wore their hair long. Oh well that just meant I would have to treat him like the little brat he was.
He crossed his arms and then sighed, “So you are a pretty boy big deal… I do not swing that way if that is what you are trying to get at. Now let me pass or else I will made a pass through you.” He looked slightly angry again, the confusion and amusing nature from this little man wearing off as he remembered why he was pissed in the first place.
I was getting upset myself but I hid it well, “Well look at you, all high and mighty… You know nothing about me. I am sure you care to know nothing about me but you will shut the f**k up and sit the f**k down and listen. I am a woman and I am older then you boy so show your elder some respect. Also I hate to tell you but my life has not been roses and sunshine. Now get over your little tantrum and do something about whatever is causing your little panties to get into a bunch!” I tried to keep my temper in control but I was upset.
Punching the wall hard enough to leave a decent dent I moved out of his way. I could tell he was surprised. Let it be because no one talked like that because he was so tall or maybe it was because he was the older brother of the lord of the house but he needed a serious talking to. Not a coddling talk where he would make excuses or try to take advantage. He needed to be told how it was and if he wanted to jump off the bridge it was not my problem. Without any effort I picked up Richard and put him in the office before going and getting Damon and put him in a chair too.
By the time I had come back for Damon Rhys had already started moving the fallen soldiers into the spare rooms in the hallway. He seemed to be getting the idea. Well my job was done… Just as I was going to leave I felt someone grab my arm. I figured it was Innocence so I went to tell her genteelly I needed to go and no more games but it was Rhys. I gave him a square look but he gave me a small thanks and then let go. Innocence over heard and taking it as a good sign grabbed Rhys even though he had just punched over two dozen people.
Rhys looked at her with a slight irritation but did nothing. “Lets play dress up! We have enough clothes because Damon spoils me.” Rhys then gave a slightly frightened look. He had no wish to be playing dress up, he was in a better mood even under the circumstances but he had no will to be dressed up in noble clothes or frilly dresses… He went to escape but then Innocence made it clear who was going to be suffering.
Innocence looking at me caused me to put my hands up, “Oh no I am suppose to be a man, I canno-” Before I could finish Innocence had me dragged into another room.
Rhys was wondering if it was safe for him to leave but then he noticed Damon waking up. Apologizing softly Damon just waved it off knowing his brother was in deep pain over everything. He was surprised the woman man Innocence had brought had worked so well. He was going to say something when he heard a loud crash and a scream that was not from Innocence. Rhys winced but had a small smirk on his lips. Damon raised a brow but his confusion did not last long as a few moments after the crashes and screams the door opened.
Innocence was dressed in the same dress and jumped out of the room only to look back, “Oh come on you look wonderful. Come out and show your loveliness off!” I was not suppose to be seen as a woman it was so beaten into me it felt weird to wear the clothes I wore in the tower all these years later. I had never wore a dress since those times and it brought back horrible memories but at the same time it was almost embarrassing…
After a moment of me not leaving the room I felt Innocence tug me out and force me in front of the two Lee brothers. Dizzy from the emotions and all that had just happened in that room I lost my balance and fell in front of both of them. The dress I had been wear fanned out around me. My legs were however exposed because of how it had fanned out in front of me due to the way I had tumbled. The glass shoes on my feet of dark red showed along with my pale legs. The dress I wore was far more grandiose then the ones I had of pure white that were more brown after all the years I wore them. This color was far past white, it was almost a pearl like color with red threading. I had also be forced to wear a red chocker with a ruby stone droplet.
I did not want to raise my head, Innocence had also given me some make up the gypsy had given her… I felt like one of those clowns but Innocence not missing a beat forced me to my feet. I held the best deadpan look I could on my face. I could see the surprise on both of the men’s face. Sure I cleaned up well. The best feature was probably the fact this dress was a low cut and the fact my chest was bigger then Innocence and Enigma… Well it really did fit me against my wishes. I could hear Damon teasing Innocence and Innocence feeding into it as they went into their office. I felt the lust radiating off them.
I then frowned. I was stuck in this crazy dress that I had no idea how to get out of and now I was getting frustrated. I always got the after draft I could ignore when she came back from her little vacations, but this was to much. Turning around I went to step but even with all the grace in the world I was a man in mind and therefore almost fell on my face. Rhys with quick reflexes caught me. Holding the position for a second I kicked the glass shoes off carefully and then bent forward to gather them. I look back to see a glassed over look in Rhys eyes. I just ignore it. From what I heard he also had not been laid in awhile. Any woman in a dress would probably get his attention.
Going into the room I took the shoes and put them away in the wooden box. From the looks of it, this was the Innocence used. It was closed to Damon’s office like she had said so it made perfect sense. I then tried to take the dress off but all the ribbons made it so I wanted to just rip it off. I then noticed that Rhys was leaning in the doorway. Fighting back a sarcastic remark I glared at him.
He however did not remove his frame from the arch. “Enjoying the show… If you are not going to leave, help me out of this damn dress…” I turned my back to him and waited for him to either run off or actually be a man and take the dress off.
I heard footsteps and I was mildly surprised that it was not away but towards me. A finger slipped past my upper back as he unthreaded the bow and then his fingers danced against my back in a motion to loosen the corset and other bows keeping the dress tight against my body. He then backed off. Taking a deep breath I turned around keeping a hand on the top of the dress to keep from flashing him. He seemed to take the message and went to leave. Closing the door as he did so. I stared at the door with a blank look.
As I took the dress off and changed into the beloved male clothes I have been wearing no matter how the fashion of the decades and millennia changed it I got the feeling I would be dragged into this more then this one time. Oddly enough I felt fine with this. Leaving the room I left the castle and got my horse back from the poor men trying to keep him from breaking loose. Making my way back home I would make sure to avoid Enigma and Walter and even Whisper at all costs. My emotional radar level had reached its peak and I needed a nice good nap…
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A/N:: Yes yes I know what you are thinking, where is my trademark smut where is the sex and goofiness and such. Well I am kinda depressed, these two have just gotten to know each other, and I am slightly rusty. There will be smut and laughs after I am done being depressed, they are no longer guarded strangers and finally give into their animalistic lust, and I am no longer rusty. So until then that is what I got and I hope you like it. It took four hours and like always if I fucked up some grammar or no one is in perfect sync or whatever. Ignore it and just try to enjoy the story. If things go well there will be some posts/follow up stories. I need some posts to fuel my creative spirit though so the next one depends on that but yeah. I hope you enjoyed and look forward to more stories.
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