Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Prayers ❯ Dress Torture (chapter four) ( Chapter 4 )

No one spoke until they were seated when Nummair finally broke the silence with a calm voice. "So, what are you going to eat?"

Aldria's eyebrow shot up in a quizzical look. "Why do you want to know?"

"I just do." He was pleading which was even more annoying then anything else to Aldria.

"For your information I'm a vegan, I don't eat any animal products."

"Why?" The reply came out a little louder then he intended and caught them some unwanted attention.

Aldria lowered her voice so that Nummair got the idea. "I don't because of what I've seen." Was the short reply.

The truth was that ever since that fateful night Aldria just couldn't bring herself to eat meat, and dairy just slowly followed. Every time she would get some sort of meat she could see her little sister's face as her neck was snapped and her lifeless body hit the ground, while that mad vampire stood over both of them laughing.

"Great, now I've lost my appetite. I'm going to sleep." She murmured.

Nummair followed her, but did say a word he knew that he had upset her. Personally he couldn't really eat and now it was just going to be boring with out someone to talk to. Without a word both of them went to their rooms and went straight to bed.

In the morning Aldria was waken up by a knock at her bedroom door. Without even having to guess she knew who it was, and because of that she was reluctant to open the door, after a few more sharp knocks she opened her door to three attendants hired by Oric. They all had boxes and a clothing rack packed to the brim with clothes that Oric wanted her to wear from now on.

Hours later Aldria was left alone with a wardrobe of black and red, luckily for her Oric had some taste when it came to clothes. There were even some sensible outfits that Aldria too an immediate liking to. Mumbling about how Oric could pick some of the more skimpy outfits Aldria had to admit that Trolls in general had good taste but she drew the line at cloths that showed off half her body, it was just plain disgusting.

A few moments of adjusting the outfit that the female attendants had basically forced on her left Aldria with a nice fit, even if she had no clue what she was wearing. After a look in the mirror she was pleased with her reflection, a red shirt that looked more like a corset with out straps and ties in the front the top half of her body, the material was a nice soft thin cotton with black pants that were similar, the pants were form fitted to her knees then they broke off to a flare that stood over black boots.

Her hair was formed to flip out as it had before, and on her other wise plain neck stood a black ribbon tied to it was a pendant Aldria never took off. She was lucky Oric had allowed her to keep it, the attendant that dealt with her had to ask, and even the then the pendant was on a different chain. The pendant had been a charm of her mother's, a favorite, it was a silver crescent moon, nothing less nothing more it was what her mother had thought of as hope.

It was time to leave the hotel and report to Oric, she hated it but had known that it was coming even when she began to numbly repack the things she had taken out of her bag. Obviously Nummair knew that if they didn't hurry that he would be in a lot of trouble which was something he really didn't want, and as a result he kept pushing Aldria to hurry.

Finally free from Nummair's nagging Aldria climbed into the black car from headquarters, it was one of Oric's personal cars. A well designed car that looked practical but had been built for speed, it had been made by Elves almost all mechanical things were. It seemed that every group of protectors were really good at one to two things, Vampires were very good at writing and music, Trolls were very good at design mostly clothing, and Elves were very good at building and it didn't matter what. Aldria began to think bitterly, what are humans supposed to be good at?