Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia's heart throbbed within her chest. Hard and heavy. Clearly Amelia had not been informed of his recent admission to her. Over time the tale of their families had faded with each passing generation. Apparently the Holtest had completely erased it with time, while the Locks played it off as a myth to their children. There seemed to be no darker times than these. His reason for the secrecy made no sense to her. You do not know her as I do! She accepts.... everything. Everyone. She knew not how long she could hold the veil over her Lady's eyes. Then again, the less she knew was probably better. The woman was pushing her body as things were. All of the blood from the woman's face drained with his admission of sampling her Lady's blood. You.... you sampled.... her blood... The palm of one hand rested over her chest, as though it had the power to quell the beating that brought pain to her chest and things only seemed to get worse was time progress and the truth had come into light. Lydia was clenching to the side of a chair until her knuckles grew white and her poor old knees could no longer stand it all. Only then did she sit in the cushioned chair. Judging by the sound of the red haired female, Lydia wasn't the only one who should have taken a seat. You sampled the blood.... of Lady Ava and your wounds have healed.... and your teeth? This was wrong... all wrong. They never should have taken him in. There was devious sinking feeling deep within. Impending doom just beyond the horizon? Her blood empowers you? A Holtest. The tales are true. The Holtest once leeched the blood of living things to maintain their strength and thrive. A creature of the night with powers no normal human being could ever possess. A Holtest fed off of a Lock and the strength and powers of the Holtest were amplified about tenfold. A deal was struck between both families. The Holtest would protect and befriend the Locks if they were allowed to feed from them, in a way that did not kill them. It was a truce that they had lived by. Some tales even speak of an arranged marriage before something.... something started the war. That is the part of the tale that I do not believe. There are so many versions and of course the Locks would make it so that they were in the right. she raked her fingers through her hair. Should a Holtest drink directly from a Lock, even the most serious of wounds heal almost instantly and their senses were acute. The scent of blood was said to be a potent bouquet to them. Their strength is unheard of and... and.... we could only assume what other powers they had. Those are what I am just indefinitely sure of. Lydia walked up to a far corner where a small table with a lovely carafe sat with an ornate bottle of brandy. she poured herself a half a glass ans took it all in one gulp. The liquid fire shot all the way to her very core. The Locks.... they can not come here. Most of the locks beneath one roof... She groaned at the thought and poured herself another glass. It was certainly called for. One more swig and she nodded her head. Okay you blood drinking Holtest. I believe that you will bring no harm to her. I believe that you are our for everyone's best interest. And yet.... why is it I can only see one solution? Over and over she replayed it in her head. You are neutral... as we are. You will drink from Ava and be our... silver lining. One way or another... you can't keep this hidden from her. Now Lydia's tone was of a pleading sort. Just... just promise me you will tell her... eventually. What if she cuts herself again and you can't hold back next time. You've sampled her. You have reawaken as a new Holtest. Your family's abilities have most likely gone dormant or gotten weaker and weaker due to the lack of Lock blood. With just a few droplets of her blood, you are already more powerful than any other Holtest on their way. This would indefinitely be unbelievable if she had not seen him with her own eyes. The was a bit more color to his skin and to bounce back from such injuries, would take a miracle. You... you have to be the key to.... something, but what could we do? Tell My Lady everything and have her offer up her neck to you? I hesitate on the idea. The last person I want to see dead is Lady Lock and... there is no avoiding it. What can you come up with that does not entail you feeding from my mistress? If it was not him then his family would see to their demise. This estate and everyone who called it home would be slaughtered. She had slumbered for quite some time, but at some point things shifted. Lady Ava tossed and turned beneath the sheets. The blissful ignorance of her slumber pierced by heinous images of bloody bodies strewn about. The faces of her brothers and even Amelia and Evanchest. A hot salty tear seeped out of the corner of her eyes. She did not recall the small shriek that was rendered forth from her throat just before she sat up. She did not even know how long she had been asleep For the smallest of seconds she forgot where she was and who was in her home. She wiped her eyes and was surprised to find the few tears that had managed to elude her. Why was her heart racing? The images seemed to flash at her. Blood, so much blood. Amelia... She whispered softly...Amelia!! Where was she? The tone of worry was evident. Lydia.... Evenchest.... Her breathing grew jagged and she was hot to the touch. Why? Why would such a heinous dream haunt her. She fell back onto the plush surface of the pillowed with the back of her hand resting upon her forehead, her eyes resting shut. Her brothers were as pale as ghosts. While everyone else was slashed and laying in pools of their own blood. No... no, no, no. She whispered softly to herself.