Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Preston stood there, shoulders rising and falling with each heave of his chest, and watched as she slowly got to her feet, wavering a bit. The fire he saw flash in her eyes was countered with his own, and he moved, mindful not to brush any part of his body against hers, as she strode past him. His eyes didnt fall to the Cerberus as the dog came hurtling into the room, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth and still whimpering. When she spoke of the matrimony between Hades and Persephone, Preston tensed and very near bared his teeth in a scowl. So she had discovered the fate that damned her. The metallic smell of her blood tainted the air, and each puff that Preston drew in was filled with its iron rich scent so thick he could taste it on his tongue. His green glare monitored her every move, a disgusted expression etched onto his stony, red features. He watched as she crudely bandaged her elbow up, permanently staining that ivory sweater of hers, and happened to listen as she spoke. One corner of his lips twitched up into a sneer, and he laughed, swaying for a brief moment before steadying himself. Locking his eyes on hers, his malevolent stare trailed her as she exited the room. Good! he shouted after her, stumbling quickly toward the door. His shoulder crashed against the frame, but the impact didnt faze him. Hell wont ave you! Licking his lips, green eyes wide and wild, he fell backwards, landing hard on his ass just as Cerberus went plowing past him. Damn it, dog! Swearing up and down, he lay back and rolled to his stomach, gradually getting to his feet. The door slammed behind him as he shuffled down the hallway, intent on reaching her room. That was the only logical place that stupid mutt would go, to protect the woman he instinctually believed was his mistress. Prestons anger was a raging inferno, hot enough to burn into the very soul of anyone who dared glance his way. When he reached her door, he grabbed the handle, jerking it back and forth. His effort to pull it open awash, he smashed one massive shoulder into it. Come outta there! The racket he was making was enough to draw attention, and he could see several servants hustling his way. Feeling hands grabbing for him, he flung a powerful arm back and knocked one man unconscious. Preston turned quickly, struggling against the two pairs of hands that pinned him to the door. Ill kill er! Leggo a me! He staggered forward, breaking free of the two people who had restrained him. Anger blazing brighter than before he wheeled around and crashed into the door, causing it to groan in its frame and something on the other side to split. Tripping over a chair on the other side, he bruised his chin on the carpet but didnt seem to register any pain as he got to his feet. Savage, predatory eyes scanned the empty room and locked on the open window. Staggering toward it, he teetered in front of it, only to be stopped from falling forward by the same pairs of hands that had restrained him moments ago. Get off! he boomed, shoving his shoulders back, as he searched the snow blanketed terrace. His eyebrows were furrowed and eyes narrowed, squinting against the bright reflection of sunlight against the powdery crystals. Cant see shit, he muttered. A furious growl ripped from his chest as he whipped around, striding to the door. Let er freeze. Storming out of the room, he returned to his bedroom and harshly drew the door shut behind him. He didnt bother with a shower and collapsed on the bed without turning the blankets back. Loud barks echoed in the manor as Cerberus ran back and forth in front of the door leading outside from the kitchen. The kitchen staff was busy cleaning up, and after fifteen minutes of listening to the dogs earsplitting clamor, one woman finally opened the door and let the animal out. Plunging into the snow, Cerberus stuck his nose in the air, pulling in deep breaths of the frigid atmosphere and trying to catch Scarlets scent. His instincts had keyed him in on the fact that his master was not only drunk, but was in a foul mood as well, and the young woman was Prestons primary target of abuse. Leaps and bounds as his manner of maneuvering in the snow, the dog sought Scarlet out while Preston dozed. Hours later, when Preston awoke, a throbbing headache enough to recall exactly how much hed drank, the man rolled onto his side. The curtains on his windows let in no sliver of light, letting him know that hed slept clean through the day, into night. With a groan, he sat up and dropped his feet to the floor. A shower was in order, but the moment he had his shirt over his head, voices, shouts, caught his ears. It was Dr. Haskells voice and several others that he could hear, and it sounded like they were coming from outside. Pushing back the curtains of one window, Preston peered out, busy unfastening the buckle on his belt. It was a task that seemed difficult, and he snarled, pulling his attention away from the figures moving around in the snow with flashlights, and fixed it on getting the damned belt off. Once he was free of the item, he cast it aside. It wasnt until he was in the shower that he heard a knock at his door, followed by the sound of Dr. Haskell calling Prestons nameor at least the name of the deitys soul he carried somewhere within his own. What? Preston snapped, wrapping a towel about his waist and crossing over to open the door. The professor stared up at him with a stern expression painted on his wrinkled old features, his gray brows furrowed, and a hint of concern in his eyes. Clearing his throat, Preston questioned the man again. What is it? Dr. Haskell glanced past Preston, looking to the blood that was spattered on the carpet and bed. That blood. Its hers. What have you done, Preston? Where is Scarlet? Silent, Preston stared at the elder man with a cold, uncaring look. Leave me be. Wheres Cerberus? That damn dog has run off more times than he ever has since that woman arrived. Cerberuss tracks were found outside of the gate, but its snowed so much that his trail has disappeared. And along with his tracks, hers vanished too, Dr. Haskell replied. Whose? Preston asked, oblivious to the fact that Scarlet was the her Dr. Haskell was referring to. He would have rather not have to discuss her at all. She was insignificant in his eyes, a bothersome and wretched woman, who felt she should speak her mind in her stubborn stupidity. Persephone. Hades. Where has your wife gone? Preston gritted his teeth in anger. She is no wife of mine, and if she has run off, then leave her to go her own way. Ill be down in half an hour to go search for Cerberus. Shutting the door before the old man could say anything more, Preston turned to go and dress. Half an hour later, around ten, Preston emerged downstairs. Dinner was being served, despite the fact that Scarlet was still missing, though no one seemed to be eating. Many just wandered around, whispering so that their words couldnt be heard as Preston grabbed his coat from the large closet and exited out the front door. Cerberus! he called into the night. Get back, you damn, fucking dog! Trekking through the snow, Preston managed to make it past the gate, and began the long hike to the woods that led up into the mountains.