Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

What the female said did not go unnoticed. The fine hairs upon her body were standing on end from a combination of cold and fear, however she would not let that fear intervene with her desires. Patiently she listened as her question was answered. While there was no denying that those surrounding her were odd in a way, he certainly couldn't have been as old as he said, no? That's impossible. Regardless, she got a name. Alastair. The name uttered in a silver-tongue tone. My escorts said that you could make it happen. I am Isabella Lucille Manner, daughter of Charles Havish Manner, Duke of Rutland. The man is not above using his own daughter as a pawn and I have always been expected to hold my tongue and be seen and not heard. What life is there in that? Now... do not misunderstand me. I am not just some little girl running away from her father. I intend to make full use of my life as I see fit and should an opportunity present itself, an opportunity such as this, then who am I to deny the chance for the change that I so desperately desire? Are you not scared my petite patisserie? Asked William with an accent that seemed to come out of nowhere as he licked his lips with obvious hunger in his eyes. However, his partner, Eustace merely laughed at his cohort's question. She nailed a man twice her size right in the coin purse. I don't see much fear in this one, yet. As her host observed her like a gifted prize horse those green eyes looked to William. Of course I'm slightly scared, it's natural, but that's life. I'm not going to let that fear get in my way. I'm not just a pretty package. You'd be quite surprised what you'd find once the bow and pretty wrapping is removed. She snickered with a sinfully sweet smile. There was no denying that the girl was no cookie cutter privileged woman of noble birth. I care little for the swill that runs through my veins and where it came from. Oh how little she knew just how badly many others around her would literally kill her for the crimson liquid that flowed through the very veins that she cursed. This one talks too much. She heard another say in a feminine voice, but Isabella was now watching her host. The man had money, not that she cared, but he held himself proudly and his emotions were hard to read. He seemed to lack warmth and that was without even touching him. The strikingly handsome gentlemen seemed as cold as his icy blue eyes. Alistair... The name seemed to strike something in her not fear or love, but some indiscernible desire to wipe that stoic look from his face. ... what is it you seek? He seemed to be man of few words. The man held great patience, or so the raven haired beauty assumed. I know that this may seem audacious of me but, The warm soft palm of her left hand cupped at his cheek. The cold feeling a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, but still it lingered as the warm green eyes looked into the sleeted blues of her host. There was a feeling that he could kill her with the slightest of ease. The feeling that he could take her life with little effort, but curiosity outweighed fear in this case, but there was something else...excitement? Who knew, but the girl was compelled by her instincts. What are you? At her actions she heard a loud hiss and the female that had been at his side bared her fangs and that did get Isabella's attention. It also confirmed her suspicions that these people were not normal. The green eyed girl's hand retracted and her heart was jump started, but her feet were planted firmly. She would see this through and even if it cost her, her life, then at least there was no going back to her previous life, but losing her life was one of the last things that she wanted. Someone's not happy. Inwardly she kicked herself. The words slipped past her lips before she could even realize it and it certainly did not make matters better. She is not worthy. A voice called out from among the sea of statuesque viewers. Worthy of what? She finally asked as she recalled her escorts mentioning something about garnering their master's attention. Well if it were for companionship then that ship may have very well sailed since most men sought a woman with a lot more beauty and far less lip. Then again, not all men were the same and Isabella had no idea just how good looking she truly was and never held her looks in high regard. Not that she found herself ugly, but rather average.