Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia fretted in silence as the truth seemed to spill out into one big pile of questionable information. What was this nonsense. Ava stayed where she sat and watched in utter astonishment as he spot the same tale that Lydia had told her long ago. What had Lydia done to get them to believe such a tale and outlandish tale. Brows furrowed out of confusion. Amelia's touch proved a nice anchor to reality, because she would have surely believe that she was still in a dream. Her eyes grew slightly wide when he told her his true identity. Her eyes turned and looked at Lydia and the short lady had the horrible timing of meeting her Mistress' gaze. My Lady, please... he was eating the steak.... and you wouldn't have believed me. Ava laughed for a moment and stood up. Walking over to the foot of the bed and placed her hands upon her hips. I don't believe you now Lydia. What could have convinced you that such a tale is true... I mean... She paced for a second before rooting her feet and looking at all three of them. You.... you're Emmerick Holtest. She took the few steps to walk over to the male until they were only inches apart. Smacking his arm and sitting on the side of the bed. She even managed to snag a pillow and threw it his way. There was sigh of relief as the tension was wiped away. You.... did not.... have to lie, but that is neither here nor there. I am still trying to sort this entire mess out. Lydia released a long sigh of relief when she realized that the reaction to knowing who he was, did not go as bad as she had thought. Lady Ava.... The fluffy woman shuffled to the other side of the bed and took the remaining gauze off of his body. Hardly a scar. Remember? The bullet wound? Ava was surprised. She could not stop her hand from tracing along the taut contours of his chest. Tracing where each wound had been, and just how bad they had been. How? Was the only word to emerge from her lips. His skin was nearly flawless. No person has ever recovered so fast from such damage. The palm of her hand rested upon his chest as she looked to Amelia. Even if I were to believe this... he has not had the blood of a Lock. I am the only Lock here. She had bandaged her finger, but it was nowhere near his lips. There was just so much to this. The idea of leaving.... he was the Emmerick Holtest.... and the idea of someone drinking the blood of her kin. If these seemingly mythical beasts were real and Ava was in the company of one. Ava Lock fleeing her estate with Emmerick Holtest. The soft palm of her hand slid from his torso as she sat upon the side of the bed at Amelia's side. The whole blood drinking Holtest thing.... I do not know if I can believe it, but... as much as I do not want to... we have to flee. it was still kind of hard to wrap her hand around the fact this he was Emmerick Holtest. He was certainly not what she would have foreseen. Then again... she was nothing like the Locks that some of the Holtest soldiers had idly spoken of. No more secrets Emmerick. I will not lie, you are not as I would have expected. Much... nicer and well... you look nice. Ok, Lydia we have to get everyone ready. Only what they can carry on their backs. They have to head in the direction of my brothers. Including you, but we have to head in the opposite direction. Lydia was awestruck and scrambled over to her Lay's side. W-What are you speaking of.... 'opposite direction'. As in go towards the Holtest? My Lady, that is asking for death. No, we have to find this man and find out what started this madness. Moving everyone pass the valley only keeps them a bit safer in the company of my brothers an- And the moment they realize you are not with them, they will launch a full on attack. Presuming you're dead or abducted. My Lady, you must rethink this... Lydia pleaded. We are only delaying the inevitable by moving. What are we going to do then? Where are we to go? Ava was ready for a change. She was not going to stay here and wait for someone to knock on her door. Something had to be done.