Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Immediately, Estella bit down on her lip, her cool blue eyes widening slightly as she looked up at the man she was now bound to for eternity due to the promises she'd just made for all to witness and hear. He seemed so agitated. Agitated, angry... alone. Though she stood with him and would be now for all time, she could see that loneliness he held inside. She wondered what secrets he kept and if he'd ever share them with her. Just then, she looked down at the ground. Silly notion that. The hatred was emanating off of him in waves. There was no way he'd speak to her of such things. Not ever. Horace turned to look over at Jameson's father, Michael. He gave the elder lycan a nod, the corners of his lips turning upward into a partial smile. It was a grim day in some ways. He was glad of the union, the peace it would bring, the hope. But he was also saddened. He understood the sacrifices his daughter was making and could see the lack of acceptance coming from her new husband. Her new life would be fraught with hardship and he could only hope that somehow things would change, that they could change. It will be difficult for them both, Horace spoke, his voice a soft, soothing calmtypical for an elder vampire. So, I do not judge your son, Michael. At that, Horace's smile broadened ever so slightly. I am Horace and I do hope that somehow our children find a way. A peace between our people is of utmost of importance. Claudius, still slinking in the shadows overheard the exchange between Horace and Michael and sneered. He was disgusted at these false pleasantries, this faade. The walls would eventually break, he was sure of it. He'd seen the fear and apprehension on Estella's face when preparing for the ceremony. She hadn't wanted to marry the vicious brute and now that he'd laid eyes upon him, he could easily see why. The barbaric lycan could barely hold himself together, almost shifting right there as he escorted her out of the cathedral. Act of peace? Who were they trying to fool?! Moving back toward the doorway, Claudius wanted to see where the newly wed couple were heading off to. The last thing wanted was for Estella's whereabouts to be unknown to him. That just wasn't acceptable, something he'd stand for. Quietly, stealthily, he made his way outside, his eyes honed in on the vampire girl. Estella looked up at Jameson and then back at the carriage. From the look of those tending the vehicle, it was clear that they were expected to head toward it. Luggage was being place on top and behind it and the driver beckoned that they come near. I suppose we'll find out soon enough... Jameson, Estella said, her voice practically a whisper as she spoke. She let go of Jameson's arm, figuring he wanted his space, distance from her. After all, they had a lifetime together now and with the way he was looking at her coupled with her earlier words, he definitely didn't seem pleased. Once they'd walked down the stone steps toward the carriage, the driver looked at them both and nodded. We are to take you to your new home. A place has been erected for you both, a courtesy of both your parents. It will have the comforts for both lycan and vampire alike so it should be suitable to your likings. The man grinned, his pale skinclearly vampireshone white against the light of the moon. He needed to feed. Estella knew he'd probably do so after they were dropped off. Claudius' eyes narrowed as he watched Estella, all of his senses focused upon her. So, she'd be going to her new 'home'. A home with him. She wouldn't last more than three days, he was sure of it. Before long, she'd beckon him to find her, to take her away from the madness. His eyes narrowed further and just then the wind blew... again that scent. He breathed it in deeply, so familiar, yet... He shrugged it off, his focus going back to Estella. If she beckoned, he would come. And when he did, the lycans would be sorry.