Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Forty Five ( Chapter 45 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
"She said she has a cure for this. If it's true we can't pass up the opportunity to get it. It might be the only thing that will keep earth from turning to the latest Eldarian conquest."
Alana growled. "Ok...but we aren't making deals with her. We are taking it," she said as she strapped the gun to her hip. She needed to get use to killing people if she was going to do this. Looking down at her leg she sighed. It was healing, but slow and she was luck it was an energy gun and not one with bullets. Otherwise she would have to dig the bullet out.
"Good girl," he smirked. His hand grazed her leg as he looked at it. He frowned, but moved over to his father. Kneeling beside him, he reached down and took an ornate ring off of his father's hand. His lips pulled back into a look of pain as he slipped the ring onto his broken hand. "I'll have to give this back when it's all over."
"What's the ring for?" she asked as they started out of the house and back to Ophelia. By now, the ground was covered in green snow.
"It's the Eldarian ring of succession. It marks the one with royal authority. The king," he told her as he tightened his fist. "At the very least it might buy us some time." As they ran through the streets, Yori was acutely aware of the changes going on. This new stuff they were using was changing the humans quicker than it did on Alana. Already the humans had cat ears and their tails were starting to grow. This wasn't good.
Yori grabbed Alana's hand and pulled her down an alley. "Hold up," he told her. Knocking on the door in the alley, he was greeted by an older Eldarian lady.
"Yes?"
"Rhiana Mistavi?"
"Yes?"
Yori held up his ring for her to see. Her eyes widened as she fell to one knee. "My lord!"
"Rise. Rhiana, long ago you served my father. I need you now. Gather what soldiers you can and follow my scent. The Reavers have betrayed us for the last time."
Rhiana's eyes widened, but she bowed her head. "As you wish my lord."
He nodded and turned back to Alana. It was a fool's hope, but they had to reach for it.
Alana smirked. "And you said being King of your people meant very little. You don't see people bowing for the President."
"Correction, I said being King of my people meant very little to the current generation," he told her. "It means very little to me.... But to those who lived on our home planet before we came here, the hierarchy is still alive and well in their hearts."
She turned and looked around. "Well, My Lord," she groaned, "we better get moving. I smell chaos a foot."
"Really? Really?" He shook his disbelief at what she had just said. Another thought entered his mind, however. Grabbing her, he easily tossed her onto his shoulders so that he could move faster. "So does this mean I get called Lord in bed?"
She kneed him in the stomach. "You couldn't carry me like normal!?!" She growled while laying on his shoulder. "As far as I'm concerned, there is no me and you in bed."
He winced as she kneed him. Growling, he moved faster as he scampered up the wall. "What do you mean there's no us in bed?" Of course there were more important things to worry about now, but that was the thought which was most pressing on his mind.
"You and me...that's just it. There is no 'us' anymore," she said against him. "Can we talk about this later? There are more important things."
Yori slid to a halt, his nails biting into the roof of the building as he heard this. What the hell? Couldn't she have dropped this on him after they tried to stop the Reavers? "What...how....why?" He set her down. The entire world could blow up for all he cared. He wanted answers.
She looked away. "Now is not the time, Yori. We can't be selfish right now. People are counting on us," she said.
Yori's eyes narrowed. His entire body was trembling as he looked at her. "Fine," he growled angrily. "Just drop a bomb like that on me right now. Because now is the perfect time to do that!" He growled in frustration as he turned his back to her. "Get on."
"I'm not dropping anything on you! You said something, I replied! It's called communication smart ass!"
"Yeah, well common sense would dictate that you save something like that during a time when we weren't trying to save the human race!"
"Go to hell, Yori! I don't need you yelling at me right now! I got enough on my mind without you telling me how much life sucks!"
"Life didn't suck until you decided to break up with me! Life was going pretty damn well up until that point."
"I have cat ears and a cat tail! I nearly got rapped! I got humiliated in a restaurant! Got kicked out of my house! Half my organs given away! Lost you, got you, lost you again, got you then had a baby and killed it! That doesn't sound pretty damn great to me! That sounds pretty fucked up!"
"Yeah, we've been through a lot of crap, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I thought that was what made us special. We could face anything and keep on going. Love is about just being there for the good times, you have to survive everything together."
She crossed her arms. "Surviving isn't everything. You're left with scars, scars you can't get rid of. Scars that haunt you." She turned her back to him. "I can't keep doing this. You were suppose to protect me, Yori. You let lust get the better hand. You broke...my heart." Great, now she was crying again!
So that was what this was all about. "I made a mistake," he told her. "Probably just one in a great line of mistakes I'll make. I'm Eldarian, I'm not perfect. Yes, I fucked up, but I kept anything bad from happening. As soon as I saw him touch you I knew that I couldn't let anyone else have you but me."
She was crying. Why was she crying? He hated to see her cry. It made him all...emotional and crap. "I'm sorry, Alana."
"I don't think...sorry is good enough this time, Yori," she whispered. She held herself. "You think you ended it before anything bad happened, but just knowing that that woman touched me when I was like that...just knowing that you pushed me to her...it was like saying, 'Here, have a taste, she's all yours.' I felt like I was just a toy, being used. And you just let it happen, in fact, you encouraged it."
"Words aren't going to make what happened any better," he told her. "You're right. I let my lust get the better of me. I abused your trust." Words weren't going to fix this. Words were meaningless. "Feel free to hit me."
And that was exactly what she did. With the tears flying behind her, she swung and let her hand connect to his face, harshly. She stepped back and watch him stumble at the contact. A large red mark and claw marks were left behind. Looking at him, it didn't make her feel any better. "How can I ever trust you again?" she growled while her tears streaked down her cheeks.
Yori winced and tried to push his flesh back together. He hadn't actually been expecting her to hit him. He could actually poke his tongue through the hole in his cheek. That was just gross.... "Simple," he told her, trying hard not to let his words be swayed by emotions. "I'll earn your trust again. Doesn't matter how long it takes. I'll do it." It takes only seconds to lose a person's trust, but regaining that trust is much harder.
She put her hand in the snow, washing the blood off it. Her tears hit the snow and she finally decided to wipe them away. "You get one chance, Yori. Only one more chance and that's it." She stood. Ripping some of her skirt she pressed the cloth to his face. "Don't fuck it up."
He hissed as she put pressure on his wound. "One chance," he said. Turning his face from her he spit out blood out of his mouth. "I wouldn't dream of it." He winced again as she applied more pressure to his cheek. "Though next time do you think you could sheathe your claws before hitting me? You cut into the bone."
Alana grabbed some snow and applied it to the wound with the cloth watching him wince. "You deserved it."
"Yeah, probably so," he admitted, cringing as the ice slipped through his cuts. "But that doesn't change the fact that bone doesn't heal back."
Her eyes narrowed. "Then take it as a warning, Yori," she said. Pulling back, the skin began healing. "We should hurry and get to Ophelia."
He was going to give her a piece of his mind, but instead fell silent. Nodding, he turned his back to her. "Hop on. I'll have us there in a few minutes."
She nodded and crawled on his back. It was going to be hard...trying to resist him while he earned her trust back. But she just couldn't give in. He needed to know she was serious about this.
Within minutes they were perched on the roof beside Ophelia's place. "Listen to me, Alana. I don't know if Ophelia is involved in this or not. Judging by our luck as of late, I'm betting that she probably is. If so, there are going to be Reavers there. Lots of them. You might be stronger than I am, but if a fight starts I want you to get away. You have strength, but you've never fought before. They would tear you to shreds. So if I tell you to run, run. Okay?"
She couldn't fight with him on that. He was right. The best thing for her to do was to do what she was told to do. "Alright," she said. "I'll run. But...you'll come with me right?"
"One thing at a time," he said, purposely avoiding her question. Grabbing her by the waist he stepped off the ledge as they plummeted down two stories. Landing on his feet, he motioned for her to stay close to him. Sliding his claws over the door, he sliced through the lock as they hurried inside. The building was expansive, more than one would think from looking at it from the outside. There was enough technology in there to easily create the virus which was turning humans into Eldarians.
"This is the place," he whispered.
"How correct you are lover," Ophelia purred. Behind her were thirty Reavers, each one meaner looking than the last.
Alana growled. God! She hated that woman so much! Every part of her wanted to rip her head from her body. Instead, she moved closer to Yori and moved her hand down his arm.
"I take it that you're the master mind behind all of this," Yori growled.
"Very clever, lover. If you weren't thinking with your genitalia most of the time I'm certain that you would have figured it out sooner." She smiled as she looked over at Alana. Noticing the wound on Yori's face she chuckled. "What happened? Did you make kitty mad."
"Ophelia, I'm going to give you one chance. Give me the antidote or we're taking it by force."
"Oh please. Do you really think I'd create an antidote for this? The virus bonds to the hosts DNA. Any attempt to change or alter it would kill the host. So, if you want to turn the humans back, just slit their throat. It's about the same thing really."
"Why are you doing this? I know you're not doing this for my father. What's the real reason behind all this?"
Ophelia smirked and stretched. "Back on our home planet, we females ruled. Sure, your father was the king, but we were the real rulers of the pack. We hunted. We protected you. We did all the work. Now here on earth, we're nothing. Once the world is turned to Eldarians, your father is going to die. You will be his successor, and you will give the throne to me. Then I will rule."
"You know, I never noticed it until now, but you are seriously crazy."
"Thank you, lover."
"What is it with you evil villains and your world domination?" Alana said rolling her eyes. "Jeeze, if you become any more predictable, I'm going to puke." She sighed. "Do you honestly think people will follow you or that Yori would just give you the thrown? Do you think people won't fight back?" She groaned. "You are about as bitchy and stupid as that woman I killed."
"Oh, I won't have to worry about a revolution," she laughed. "You see, I modified my little virus since the version you got. The nanites implement a control scheme which makes the new Eldarians very...sub servant to my desires." She smiled evilly at Alana as she waved her finger toward Yori. "Lucky for me. That second shot I gave you helped to stir things up a little bit."
"In fact. Right about now you should start feeling a strong urge to tear little Yori limb from limb."
Alana growled. "As if! I'm not some puppet you can just..." Suddenly, she stopped. Her body jerked. Moving quickly, she jumped back from Yori. Staring at him with big eyes and a pain stricken face, she begged, "Run...Yori..."
Her body lunged at him.
Alana growled. "Ok...but we aren't making deals with her. We are taking it," she said as she strapped the gun to her hip. She needed to get use to killing people if she was going to do this. Looking down at her leg she sighed. It was healing, but slow and she was luck it was an energy gun and not one with bullets. Otherwise she would have to dig the bullet out.
"Good girl," he smirked. His hand grazed her leg as he looked at it. He frowned, but moved over to his father. Kneeling beside him, he reached down and took an ornate ring off of his father's hand. His lips pulled back into a look of pain as he slipped the ring onto his broken hand. "I'll have to give this back when it's all over."
"What's the ring for?" she asked as they started out of the house and back to Ophelia. By now, the ground was covered in green snow.
"It's the Eldarian ring of succession. It marks the one with royal authority. The king," he told her as he tightened his fist. "At the very least it might buy us some time." As they ran through the streets, Yori was acutely aware of the changes going on. This new stuff they were using was changing the humans quicker than it did on Alana. Already the humans had cat ears and their tails were starting to grow. This wasn't good.
Yori grabbed Alana's hand and pulled her down an alley. "Hold up," he told her. Knocking on the door in the alley, he was greeted by an older Eldarian lady.
"Yes?"
"Rhiana Mistavi?"
"Yes?"
Yori held up his ring for her to see. Her eyes widened as she fell to one knee. "My lord!"
"Rise. Rhiana, long ago you served my father. I need you now. Gather what soldiers you can and follow my scent. The Reavers have betrayed us for the last time."
Rhiana's eyes widened, but she bowed her head. "As you wish my lord."
He nodded and turned back to Alana. It was a fool's hope, but they had to reach for it.
Alana smirked. "And you said being King of your people meant very little. You don't see people bowing for the President."
"Correction, I said being King of my people meant very little to the current generation," he told her. "It means very little to me.... But to those who lived on our home planet before we came here, the hierarchy is still alive and well in their hearts."
She turned and looked around. "Well, My Lord," she groaned, "we better get moving. I smell chaos a foot."
"Really? Really?" He shook his disbelief at what she had just said. Another thought entered his mind, however. Grabbing her, he easily tossed her onto his shoulders so that he could move faster. "So does this mean I get called Lord in bed?"
She kneed him in the stomach. "You couldn't carry me like normal!?!" She growled while laying on his shoulder. "As far as I'm concerned, there is no me and you in bed."
He winced as she kneed him. Growling, he moved faster as he scampered up the wall. "What do you mean there's no us in bed?" Of course there were more important things to worry about now, but that was the thought which was most pressing on his mind.
"You and me...that's just it. There is no 'us' anymore," she said against him. "Can we talk about this later? There are more important things."
Yori slid to a halt, his nails biting into the roof of the building as he heard this. What the hell? Couldn't she have dropped this on him after they tried to stop the Reavers? "What...how....why?" He set her down. The entire world could blow up for all he cared. He wanted answers.
She looked away. "Now is not the time, Yori. We can't be selfish right now. People are counting on us," she said.
Yori's eyes narrowed. His entire body was trembling as he looked at her. "Fine," he growled angrily. "Just drop a bomb like that on me right now. Because now is the perfect time to do that!" He growled in frustration as he turned his back to her. "Get on."
"I'm not dropping anything on you! You said something, I replied! It's called communication smart ass!"
"Yeah, well common sense would dictate that you save something like that during a time when we weren't trying to save the human race!"
"Go to hell, Yori! I don't need you yelling at me right now! I got enough on my mind without you telling me how much life sucks!"
"Life didn't suck until you decided to break up with me! Life was going pretty damn well up until that point."
"I have cat ears and a cat tail! I nearly got rapped! I got humiliated in a restaurant! Got kicked out of my house! Half my organs given away! Lost you, got you, lost you again, got you then had a baby and killed it! That doesn't sound pretty damn great to me! That sounds pretty fucked up!"
"Yeah, we've been through a lot of crap, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I thought that was what made us special. We could face anything and keep on going. Love is about just being there for the good times, you have to survive everything together."
She crossed her arms. "Surviving isn't everything. You're left with scars, scars you can't get rid of. Scars that haunt you." She turned her back to him. "I can't keep doing this. You were suppose to protect me, Yori. You let lust get the better hand. You broke...my heart." Great, now she was crying again!
So that was what this was all about. "I made a mistake," he told her. "Probably just one in a great line of mistakes I'll make. I'm Eldarian, I'm not perfect. Yes, I fucked up, but I kept anything bad from happening. As soon as I saw him touch you I knew that I couldn't let anyone else have you but me."
She was crying. Why was she crying? He hated to see her cry. It made him all...emotional and crap. "I'm sorry, Alana."
"I don't think...sorry is good enough this time, Yori," she whispered. She held herself. "You think you ended it before anything bad happened, but just knowing that that woman touched me when I was like that...just knowing that you pushed me to her...it was like saying, 'Here, have a taste, she's all yours.' I felt like I was just a toy, being used. And you just let it happen, in fact, you encouraged it."
"Words aren't going to make what happened any better," he told her. "You're right. I let my lust get the better of me. I abused your trust." Words weren't going to fix this. Words were meaningless. "Feel free to hit me."
And that was exactly what she did. With the tears flying behind her, she swung and let her hand connect to his face, harshly. She stepped back and watch him stumble at the contact. A large red mark and claw marks were left behind. Looking at him, it didn't make her feel any better. "How can I ever trust you again?" she growled while her tears streaked down her cheeks.
Yori winced and tried to push his flesh back together. He hadn't actually been expecting her to hit him. He could actually poke his tongue through the hole in his cheek. That was just gross.... "Simple," he told her, trying hard not to let his words be swayed by emotions. "I'll earn your trust again. Doesn't matter how long it takes. I'll do it." It takes only seconds to lose a person's trust, but regaining that trust is much harder.
She put her hand in the snow, washing the blood off it. Her tears hit the snow and she finally decided to wipe them away. "You get one chance, Yori. Only one more chance and that's it." She stood. Ripping some of her skirt she pressed the cloth to his face. "Don't fuck it up."
He hissed as she put pressure on his wound. "One chance," he said. Turning his face from her he spit out blood out of his mouth. "I wouldn't dream of it." He winced again as she applied more pressure to his cheek. "Though next time do you think you could sheathe your claws before hitting me? You cut into the bone."
Alana grabbed some snow and applied it to the wound with the cloth watching him wince. "You deserved it."
"Yeah, probably so," he admitted, cringing as the ice slipped through his cuts. "But that doesn't change the fact that bone doesn't heal back."
Her eyes narrowed. "Then take it as a warning, Yori," she said. Pulling back, the skin began healing. "We should hurry and get to Ophelia."
He was going to give her a piece of his mind, but instead fell silent. Nodding, he turned his back to her. "Hop on. I'll have us there in a few minutes."
She nodded and crawled on his back. It was going to be hard...trying to resist him while he earned her trust back. But she just couldn't give in. He needed to know she was serious about this.
Within minutes they were perched on the roof beside Ophelia's place. "Listen to me, Alana. I don't know if Ophelia is involved in this or not. Judging by our luck as of late, I'm betting that she probably is. If so, there are going to be Reavers there. Lots of them. You might be stronger than I am, but if a fight starts I want you to get away. You have strength, but you've never fought before. They would tear you to shreds. So if I tell you to run, run. Okay?"
She couldn't fight with him on that. He was right. The best thing for her to do was to do what she was told to do. "Alright," she said. "I'll run. But...you'll come with me right?"
"One thing at a time," he said, purposely avoiding her question. Grabbing her by the waist he stepped off the ledge as they plummeted down two stories. Landing on his feet, he motioned for her to stay close to him. Sliding his claws over the door, he sliced through the lock as they hurried inside. The building was expansive, more than one would think from looking at it from the outside. There was enough technology in there to easily create the virus which was turning humans into Eldarians.
"This is the place," he whispered.
"How correct you are lover," Ophelia purred. Behind her were thirty Reavers, each one meaner looking than the last.
Alana growled. God! She hated that woman so much! Every part of her wanted to rip her head from her body. Instead, she moved closer to Yori and moved her hand down his arm.
"I take it that you're the master mind behind all of this," Yori growled.
"Very clever, lover. If you weren't thinking with your genitalia most of the time I'm certain that you would have figured it out sooner." She smiled as she looked over at Alana. Noticing the wound on Yori's face she chuckled. "What happened? Did you make kitty mad."
"Ophelia, I'm going to give you one chance. Give me the antidote or we're taking it by force."
"Oh please. Do you really think I'd create an antidote for this? The virus bonds to the hosts DNA. Any attempt to change or alter it would kill the host. So, if you want to turn the humans back, just slit their throat. It's about the same thing really."
"Why are you doing this? I know you're not doing this for my father. What's the real reason behind all this?"
Ophelia smirked and stretched. "Back on our home planet, we females ruled. Sure, your father was the king, but we were the real rulers of the pack. We hunted. We protected you. We did all the work. Now here on earth, we're nothing. Once the world is turned to Eldarians, your father is going to die. You will be his successor, and you will give the throne to me. Then I will rule."
"You know, I never noticed it until now, but you are seriously crazy."
"Thank you, lover."
"What is it with you evil villains and your world domination?" Alana said rolling her eyes. "Jeeze, if you become any more predictable, I'm going to puke." She sighed. "Do you honestly think people will follow you or that Yori would just give you the thrown? Do you think people won't fight back?" She groaned. "You are about as bitchy and stupid as that woman I killed."
"Oh, I won't have to worry about a revolution," she laughed. "You see, I modified my little virus since the version you got. The nanites implement a control scheme which makes the new Eldarians very...sub servant to my desires." She smiled evilly at Alana as she waved her finger toward Yori. "Lucky for me. That second shot I gave you helped to stir things up a little bit."
"In fact. Right about now you should start feeling a strong urge to tear little Yori limb from limb."
Alana growled. "As if! I'm not some puppet you can just..." Suddenly, she stopped. Her body jerked. Moving quickly, she jumped back from Yori. Staring at him with big eyes and a pain stricken face, she begged, "Run...Yori..."
Her body lunged at him.