Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Emmerick watched Lydia with a searching expression, and a risen brow, still chewing on a piece of the raw meat. As her answer came in, Emmerick at first looked surprised, then just choked on his piece of meat, as the question came out. He was between a laugh, and a cough, as he kept trying to swallow the piece of meat, holding out an arm between them, as she continued. He started bumping a hand against his chest, as the piece finally got swallowed, starting to wave his hand at her, in a gesture for her to stop. Stop.. Stop, please... What?! Drink her... What on earth are you.. He stopped as she continued, swallowing the piece of meat, as he realized the fathom of this situation. Even if this woman would seem like a crazy nut, should she spew this nonsense on Lady Ava, she was a trusted servant. Ava would surely trust her judgment, and trust her word, in calling him a Holtest. Emmerick put his fork down on his plate, as he turned around on the bed, leaning a bit closer towards Lydia, now with a stern expression. I am of Holtest blood, indeed.. And many generations back, so was Amelia.. He started, his eyes now narrowed slightly. But I will NOT, and would NEVER dream of touching your Lady, in any such way, and I will not hear such an accusation from your lips, one more time... He at first demanded, his heart being obscenely offended at the mere thought. The Holtests are vile, indeed. And I am of their family as well, agreed. But I would never return courtesy, with such vile acts... And with such.. Twisted tales, it would seem the Locks aren't much different then the Holtests, to think we're all droplet's of the same spoon... He sneered lightly again, his before pale eye's, flaming lightly with disdain. Emmerick finally got his heart in order, and his rage degraded, realizing he was possibly torturing the poor woman. For all it is worth, in your superstitious eye's, you have my word that I will not lay a finger on your Mistress.. Especially not my teeth... Look.. He pulled his mouth open, to show his set of teeth, showing no signs of fangs. What exactly would I be drinking it with, hm? Now... You will keep your tongue behind your teeth about this business, for if not, I will not be able to aid your Mistress, from losing her Estate and life.. My name is Emmerick.. Emmerick Holtest.. And I am the only thing standing between your Mistress' Estate, and the full force of the Holtest army... If I wanted this place taken.. It would already have been done.. Understood? I will help.. Think on the contrary, and you are a fool.. Let this secret out.. I do not even wish to imagine what might happen with Lady Ava... A less unfortunate fate, I could not imagine... His voice had been stern, and stained with no lies. And none so, because he spoke the truth, from the bottom of his heart. Especially after seeing and feeling the Lady, first hand. He'd remained silent enough, so no one outside would've heard them. Amelia listened intently, her deep eye's staring to Ava's, with a greater hint of appreciation, then the fear that'd taken hold of her. Again, Ava brought a beacon of hope to Amelia, causing her to nod at every other word. So the Lock family, was indeed stubborn as well. As Amelia'd figured. Such a foolish war, could not have waged for so long, had it not been for the stubbornness of both sides. She blinked and her eye's almost shot down upon Ava's hand, as it was placed on her own. Her instincts where telling her to pull her hand away, from her enemies. Yet. Ava was no longer an enemy. She was indeed a friend. If her quick, and almost seemingly nervous reaction, would cause Ava to pull her hand away, Amelia would gently embrace it with her own long and slender fingers, as her eyes drifted upwards again, to meet Ava's. She nodded in agreement, and followed Ava, keeping a gentle embrace of her hand. As Emmerick had mentioned, Amelia was also of Holtest blood, but it was generations back, and she was the bastard daughter, only giving her half of the Holtests blood. And even she didn't know of her heritage. She never knew her mother, who was the Holtest. But she'd gotten the grace and charm, of a Holtest Lady, among other attributes, such as her seductive and deep eyes. However, the thirst for the blood of a Lock, was not present in her, as it was in Emmerick, so the wound caught her no trifled thoughts. Amelia had to smile at the push of formalities, but had to shake her head lightly. I am a mere soldier, Mi'Lady.. To me, you will always be 'Lady'. And.. Besides.. What little girl, even one growing up to become a soldier, didn't once dream of being a Lady? So.. I rather like saying it. She admitted, smiling a bit wider, seeing the light of every day, and her own gleefulness return, as she'd done by Emmericks side, so many times before. As she spoke of wearing Lock clothing, she shrugged her head lightly, as she bit her lip. I would not care.. My love for the Holtests has long since waned, but.. My friend is very honorable.. He.. Might not be as lightly to accept. She suggested with a light nod. She, as well, was surprised to see Lydia pop out from the door, and narrowed her eyes a bit wondering, before following Ava in. Emmerick was still sitting on the edge of the bed, now stretching his back lightly, throwing Ava a bright smile, before sending a slight look towards Lydia. Thank you, Mi'Lady, I am indeed feeling much better, as well. Thank you for the steak, I am yet to finish it.. He said, stretching his shoulders a bit, as his eyes slowly drifted down towards Ava's hand. He had to blink a few times, now admitting what he'd feared. It was her blood. It refreshed his mind and body. A wound that had started opening, was already strengthening again. Maybe Lydia was right? Maybe there was something in the Locks blood, that had once given the Holtests something they needed. Something they'd tried to forget, realizing it was a weakness? Emmerick shrugged it off, before reaching a hand out for Ava's. May I? It's not always easy, laying a binding on one's own hand, is it? He asked with a gentle, offering voice, looking for Ava' eyes, trying to convince her to allow him, should she not already be content with it, through seduction of his eyes. Then if he was allowed, he'd throw a short glance in Lydia's direction, before looking down to Ava's hand, taking the bandage in hand. He searched the wound for any type of infection, but as it was a clean cut, he started bandaging it. He did so a bit tighter then Ava herself'd be capable of, and then offered her her hand back afterwards. There you go. He said with a smile, before sitting a bit back in the bed again. His hands where now slightly stained, with small pocks of Ava's blood. A Lock's blood. He was already so tempted of just licking it away, but had to keep it a secret. He had to wait.. Had to wait to either be alone, or at least without Lydia in the room. The only one, suspicious of his true identity. His true race.