D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Chains ❯ Past Tidiings and Allies? ( Chapter 7 )

Ok, seventh chapter. Wow, this is he most chapters I've done in a day, but I can't stop. I love writing this fic. I have so many ideas; I'm bursting at the seams. Anyway, thank you the reviews. You know who you are. If you've yet to review please do. Believe it or not, a lot of enthusiasm to continue writing comes from reviews, good or bad. The bad ones make you look at it from a different view and try to fix it, and the good ones boost your confidence that the story isn't a complete and total waste of time. Moving on.

 

Without further ado “Angelic Chains”

 

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Recap:

“Tae!!” I screamed as I saw her fall forward down the stairs. I jumped six steps then the next, turning to the stair case she was on. Jodie was hot on my heels. I reached there in time to see a tall, dark haired man, leap up the stairs to catch Tae before she fell.

“Dark….” I whispered. Jodie rushed past me to Tae, placing the inside of her wrist on her forehead and taking her pulse.

“She needs a doctor, now.”

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Jodie took control of the situation. She continued to keep track of her pulse while Tae shifted uncontrollably in her fever induced sleep.

“Kaily, Can you carry her?” She looked up to the guy. Kaily? Who was that? He shifted Tae to the bridal position and braced himself for the extra weight.

“Wow. She weighs nothing. Like a feather.”

“We need to get her the nurse's office. I can call my dad from there. Naomi, go back to class…”

“No! She's my friend; I want to go with her.” Jodie rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, the more time we spend arguing, the longer she suffers.”

 

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“Daddy? No, I'm fine. Remember that girl you treated on Sunday? The girl with the burns? Yes her. She is sick as a dog, and has a fever. She passed out in the stair well, uumm, 107 I think?” She looked to the nurse who nodded.

“Yah, and it's not going down. Ok, Yah, no. Kaily, a friend of mine caught her. No, just some mumbling. A name I think and she is tossing and turning a lot. Ok, hurry. Love you bye.” Jodie turned to stared at the office lady who was exchanging words with the nurse.

She turned her gaze to me, then to Dark, then to Tae, then back to me. Tae refused to let go of Dark, clinging to him as a baby would its mother.

“Who is Tae? And Dark?” Jodie's eyes fell on me, Dark soon turned to look at me too, a questioning gaze on his face.

“Yah, who is Dark, and why does she think I'm him?” I waited, waited for some sign that Dark was just playing along, but no such luck.

“Umm, ah…it's not really my place to say.” I tried wheedling out. I could see the gears in Jodie's head churning. Did I mention she was a straight A student, had all honor classes except for the one with Tae and I. She turned to Dark, seizing him up and down, taking in Tae resting on his lap, cradled in his arms. I saw the gears come to a crunching halt. Her eyes got wide to the size of dinner plates. I lunged forward clasping my hand over her mouth before she could make a sound.

“Quiet! Now, we're going to continue speaking in whispers just as we were before, no need to bring any attention to our selves. Ok?” She nodded, her head moving up and down. As I let my hand go, her mouth was still gaped open, her eyes still like plates.

“No!” Her gaze never left the sick girl cradled in the guys arms.

“She can't be!” She rubbed her temples, closing her eyes.

“What? What!? Tell me?” He spoke quieter so as not to wake the feverish girl in his arms.

“Kaily, Tell me? Who do you think Dark is?” The gears began to turn.

“Other then the infamous Thief Dark Mousy, I don't kno…” Jodie nodded slowly.

“No. That can't be who she is.” Jodie and I nodded slowly again.

“You're shittin' me!” He practically yelled. Jodie clamped her hand on to his mouth while I struck him with the palm of my hand on the back of his head. Tae eye's open a slit, we all froze, caught like deer in headlights.

“Dark…” She reached her hand up, gently stroking her finger tips across his cheek before passing out again, her hand falling limply to the floor.

“Where the hell is that ambulance?!” That was the first time I'd ever heard Jodie curse, I never wanted it to happen again, it scared the shit out of me.

 

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“Girl, where are your manners tonight.” Her Lord shoved her down onto the floor, the urn breaking as it cashed to the polished stone. Two people stirred while the rest of the men just laughed.

“Now look at what you've done, quickly clean it up.” But she didn't move. It wasn't just wine spilling out onto the floor. A darker liquid was slowly seeping into the wine. She held her hands up as two other maids came to clean the mess. Large chunks of the shattered urn stuck out in painful ways from the skin. A quiet gasp was heard to her right where the Son and daughter-in-law stood. Another maid rushed out and put a towel over her hands, and dragged her away, where the maids, took the terra cotta out of her skin, cleaned the wounds, bandaged them, and sent her back out to serve.

“Quick, child, make up for it, do not do anything worth a beating for.” Madeline, the head maid whispered to her as she pushed her back out. She went back twice to get her hands re-bandage, before they stopped bleeding. Each time, none of the other maids dare talk to her. She was off limits except to the head maid, and her master. She wasn't allowed to speak to anyone without their permission, her master's word over Madeline's. The main course was being served now, and she sat on her knees, head touching the ground next to her master. To her this position was extremely taxing, it stretched all the muscles in her lower back, making her stiff if she stood to fast. She waited, alert and on edge for a demand from her master, then she would fetch it like a dog. Her lord wrote a note to the Son, and told her to pass it to him. She complied, slowly standing up to walk daintily across the short distance. As she handed the note to the man the Daughter-in-law asked

“Are your hands alright?” True concern showed in her eyes. Shepanicked and looked to her master to see if she could respond. He wasn't looking, that was odd. He was always watching her somehow. Like a third eye or something.

“You needn't worry about me ma'am.” She whispered in a rush, then took the reply note back to her master.She dropped back down to her knees, but just sat like that this time. She could see Madeline waving at her to get down, but her back her, and she didn't want too.

“She's a fine catch isn't she.” Her master's hand dropped to her back, stroking her spine, sending shivers through her body.

“Girl, stand up, let my men see the beauty I am blessed with.” She complied, standing slowly, her eyes on the ground.She didn't dare look at anyone;her master might see it as affection towards that man and beat her. Her white hair was medium length, tied into two braids, reaching her middle back. Hazel eyes stared out from porcelain skin. A healthy tan was barelynoticeable from the hot summer months. She wore the clothes her master had picked out for her. A summer dress, flaring (and ending) a quarter ways down her thigh, exposing the creamy white skin to the world, and thin straps holding the material up. It was a deep red, complementing her skin tone, and sporting all the right places. She wore no shoes.

“And how many times might we ask have you taken this to your bed chambers lord?” A knight called from far down the tablewith a chuckle. Her master laughed.

“Dear man, she sleeps in my bed every night, but she is still innocent.” The men at the table laughed, and some asked how credible that statement was. Yes she had yet to lose her virginity, but her master had done many things that weren't so innocent to her. Her master picked her clean off the floor, and placed her on his lap, facing and straddling him. She didn't even squeak, she was use to this treatment. She was the toy of her master and when he got bored, she'd continue her old duties as a maid, while he played with something new. Some more hoots and hollers erupted from the table. She didn't leave his lap till the hall filled with music, and people began dancing. Even then, her master carried her, holding an arm around her legs as she was sat on his shoulder,to the podium where he sat to watch the proceedings. The whirl and twirl of the women's dresses was a sit to behold. She sat, perched on her master's knee, while he placed one hand on her left thigh, (a little higher then a girl should feel comfortable, unless he is her husband or intended) and his left hand stroked her lower back, bordering on her ass.

A man in dark clothing with lightish, darkish kind of hair asked her master if he could dance with her. She held her breath, somewhat scared to be in the sole attention on another man, but she wished herself away from her master and his wandering hands. Her master agreed with a laugh and a promise that she would be returned by the end of the song. She'd never danced with anyone but her master before, so she was shy.

“Good evening love. I do hope I'm not hurting your hands too much.” He tried for small talk, but she just stared at him as he spoke then stared with a panicked look over his shoulder. He turned her, as the song continued.

“Speak freely with me, I doubt your lord shall mind. Tell me, what is your name?” she hesitated again but spoke, her voice like silk on steel.

“TerraSistine.” She stopped as if battling herself to say something. Finally she spoke. He ate up the words, wanting to hear her again.

“What, may I ask, is the name of the man who has whisked me away from my prison?” She spoke very clearly and elegantly.

“Dark.” She smiled. He smiles. The song ended. Desserts were served. She stood in the middle of the hall waiting.Did her master want her to go to his seat, or would he take her there? Was he busy, and so as to not look like an idiot, and not have people think lowly of her master, was she to return to his seat.

“May I escort you to your seat?” He offered an arm. A soft glint in his eye spoke volumes of how much he was enjoying this girl's time;also, he didn't want to surrender her to the dirty hands of the man he rescued her from.Her master appeared out of the crowd, eyeing the young man suspiciously.

“No. I will. I fear you are getting much too comfortable with my slave Sir, and I feel I must steal her back from you.” The girl was dragged along by the elbow, her eyes never leaving the eyes of the man named Dark.

“Come girl.” She reluctantly turned from her would be savior. She asked for her bathroom break, the only one she was allowed until the night ended and all the guest were gone. She slowly walked away, turning to gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with her Saviors instantly, knowing that he was the one boring holes into the back of her head. She disappeared from sight into the maid's quarters. Swiftly, with not a word, two maids pulled her to the closes chamber pot so that she could relieve herself.Then they pulled her dress over her head and pulled on a fresh black one, the material a little bit more loose, brushed some blush on her face and added a pale lip gloss, whose only purpose was to keep her lips from drying out if her master kissed her. Madeline flew into the room as the maids continued to work on her, undoing her hair and brushing it, then re doing it.

“Child, do not let your eye's wander. Keep them solely on the ground. Never look up unless instructed too! Do not think the lord did not see you gazing at that man. He may not look it, but he is furious with you right not. Sugar him up, and hopefully you won't hit for your treason.” Madeline placed her hand in a bowl of egg whites and brushed her fingers along parts of her hair to keep them in place.

“Madeline, I've commit no treason!”

“Hush child. You looking upon another man with that glaze in your eye is more then enough for treason, especially for someone in your position! Now get out there and butter him up. We can only help so much;it's mostly up to you.” With that Madeline handed her an urn full of wine and sent her packing. Slowly she stepped up to her master's chair. He looked at her, and she could see the anger rolling in his eyes. He pointed to the right of his chair are glared. Another maid came out and took the urn from her. She walked behind the massive chair that was her masters. Just as she was out of his sight she spared a look towards her savior. He was staring again. She settled down on the floor to the right of her master and knelt till her head just barely touched the floor. That's how it was for and hour. She fetched her master whatever he told her to from the long table, sparing glances when she could to savior. The Son stood, excusing himself for a moment before heading down a corridor. She scurried next to the Daughter-in-law to pick-up a note left by the Son for her lord. The Girl turned to her.

“You and I are not that far of age are we?” The girl's face was smooth looking, and she had a nice smile. She looked to her master to see if she could reply. A curt nod was all she got, but it answered her question.

“I do believe so. I'm in my seventh year.”

“By god, your older then me! Your at least one year my senior. No wonder. Please sit. I wish to talk for a moment.” She still held a smile. She trotted to my master, handing him the note, and explaining that his Daughter- in- law wished to speak to me. He waved her off. I scurried back over to her.

“Tell me, what is your name?”

“TerraSistine. May I ask yours?” She waited to be rejected as she had so many other times before.

“Rachael. Tell me; is my father-in-law good to you?” That question through her. Was it a trick question?

“I'm not allowed to speak of my master. Why do you ask?” She fidgeted, waiting for the reply.

“Because, I've been watching how he acts towards you, I see the anger rolling in his eyes. Tell me, what is the cause of such malice?” She cocked her head to the side.

“I was looking at a man at the table. He intrigues me. He does not act the same as the other men.” She blushed at her truth.

“Is that the only reason? By god woman, you are of marrying age, does he not expect you to be taking interest in men?” Rachael patted her shoulder.

“I am not for anybody. As the other maids here, whom have all been married away, I'm not allowed to even look. I am only for my lord, no one else.” Rachael looked a bit shocked.

“Are you always treated as this? Like a dog or a toy?”

“Is there some other way I should be treated?” She was confused, then she could feel the burning again. He was staring at her.

“Yes. There is. You should be treated like a human, like a woman, not an item. I must speak to my husband about this.” She panicked; fling herself down to the floor.

“No! You mustn't! Please!” Her eyes pleaded with the girl before her. Rachael's face fell.

“What would be the consequences for my actions?” Her hand went to cover her mouth.

“I will be punished for imposing ideas of my master on to you.”

“Oh, my. But this must be stopped.”

“Girl! Get back over here!” Her master called to her. She bowed for the Daughter-in-law, scrabbling to her master.

“What have you said to disturb my daughter so?” Nothing, she was too scared to come fourth with a reply. She saw Madeline signaling her to speak. She couldn't.

“Silence? You choose silence? Go open the window…” he pointed to a corner window in the front of the hall. “…And go stand in the wind till I say you're allowed to move, or till the last maid leaves.” She nodded, already feeling the cold winter snow blowing onto her bare body.

“Father no! She hasn't said anything to offend me. That is far too cruel.” Rachael cried.

“Yes your highness, that seems like just a bit much…”

“SILENCE! She is my slave, I will choose what her punishment will be. Now Girl, move, or I will have you stand outside!” She jumped and flew to the corner, where two maids already had the window open. Thick large snow flakes, icy and bone-chilling, spewed from the window, landing on the floor only to melt. A puddle was already there to greet her as she stepped into the torrent of cold wind. The two maids gave her sympathetic looks before walking off to perform other duties. Madeline stood at the foot of he maids quarters, slowly shaking her head. Her eye's darted to the table as she wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to sustain some body heat. Many of the men were eating fast so as to hurry up their staying so the maids could clean, and she could be free. The maids never let her master's chalice get half empty. She looked to Dark, her would be Savior. He was mouthing something, but she didn't get it. His eyes held a look of sorrow. She stood there for two hours, some of the men were just leaving, the hall was still filled. She wanted to huddle down on herself, but didn't dare risk it. Her whole body was numb and she was shaking violently. She heard some of the women telling her to get out of the cold and just take another punishment, but she couldn't. She was sure her skin was blue. She closed her eyes for a moment, when suddenly she had heard screams and shouts. Opening her eyes she saw the world tilt around her, and her Savior and Rachael running towards her along with Madeline. The ground came up to meet her, her eyes closing for a while. The last thing she remembered was the worried look on her Saviors face.

“Dark…”

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There that should make up for the short chapter last chapter. This one is six and a half pages long. I normally go to four pages.