Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction / Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ All but you ❯ A Woman In The Ring?? ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Davis and Spike sat in chairs at a Gladiator match. This one was extremly interesting because, instead of having all males in the ring, there was a female in the ring as well. Not just some joke of a female,no, she was a champion. She had lasted three weeks, which was seven matches. She was the only female to even be in the death ring. Not even most men made it that far!
Spike sat in his chair, mesmorized by th ebeautiful creature in front of him. sure, she was a little dirty and beaten up. But god, he had to have her, make her his own. "Spike? What little world of your own are you in this time?" Davis asked him wearily. "Planet Earth, why?" He looked tierly at davis. All they'd done for the last few days was travel, travel, and travel a little more. That and worry of what had become of poor Buffy. Poor woman, God only knows what the sick asshole had done to her.
"You just seem a little out of it." Davis answered his question. "well see for your self. Im going to meet her after the match." He pointed out the girl in the ring. "I hope your talking about the hot blond in the third row." He said hopefully. Spike looked at Davis with a sideways glance. "The one in the ring, you dip." Davis shook his head hard. "No, you cant. Word is around here, she's real 'hot and spicey." Davis looked at him a little worried. It would be crazy, look at her, a female fighter. The man who took her home would be an everyday phyco.....just like Spike.
"What's so wrong with that?" Spike asked. "Well for one, she's suposed to be a real bitch. For another, who in their right mind would marry a woman who fights like a man? You dont even know if she's going to last this match." Davis warned. and he had a point. Why is he always right? Spike thought.
"And the winner is...The unbeaten chapion Kaley!" The loudspeaker rang out. Kaley.... Spike daydreamed. "let's go Davis!" Spikes blond hair ruffled in the slight breeze. Spike almost yanked Davis right out of his seat. "OK, OK. Im comming." Davis whined. Spike rushed Davis out of his seat and they headed down the stairs, to the underground, where the gladiators ate, slept, and lived. They followed a crowd of gladiators, but eventully they all split up. "great" Davis moaned. "Quit bitching, you sound like a girl." Spike teased. Davis was silent at this.
Then they saw her, her owner was shoving her down the opposite hallway, probley to a more privte place where the male Gladiators wouldnt bother her. He pushed her ruffly into a room for the rest of the day and the night. Or just until her next match. "lets go..." Spike whispered. They snuk over to the locked room, It was locked for the outside. Spike slid the lock over, unlocking the door. They both crept in.
"What are you doing in here?" She demanded when she laid eyes on them. "I wanted to see if you were for sale." Spike replied. She began to lush histaricly. Davis and Spike stood confused. "Do you know how many dip shits have asked that already and have been turned down? Even if that asshole I call an owner agreed, I wouldnt 'play nice' as you men like it." Just like Davis had said. She was "hot, spicey, and a real bitch.

"Skeeta.." The voice called her again. Deep, hadsome almost darkining. "Skeeta...Im waiting." The untoned voice hung in her mind. It came from a male. "SKEETA!" She snaped awake with a scream. She looked nervously around her huge bedroom. Another dream... She sighed with overall relif. The dreams had first come after her mother mystiriously 'disapeared' as all of her fathers men put it. But people dont just simply disapear, do they? There wasnt even a search party. It was as if they all knew somehow she was dead.
It had been seven years since her mother vanished. she was ten then. now seventeen, nearly a fully grown woman, She had long orange hair, curly and down past her waist. Her eyes were a beautiful sea green like her moms were. Not black like her fathers. She had a small chain around her neck, on it a golden ring from her mother. She was Riachu.
Looking at the clock in her room catching the time being eleven thirty she rose herself. "Time to wake." she murmered, sliping on her sliken dress. Her father, Dalandow, better known as 'your lordship' or some other godly name, was probley waiting for her. She sliped out into the hallway. SHe wasnt two feet from her room when she ran into Tyson. Her fathers best and most trusted man, The Jolteon. He'd returned with Nails. Nuka had told them he'd caught onto something and would catch up with them later.
"Hello." He said peacefully. What an angel... He thought to himslef. He'd known since the first time he saw her, he wanted, no, needed her. To hold her close, to touch her, feel her soft skin on his, fo rhis lips to meet hers. Her gourgous lond flame orange hair hung just below her waist. Her father had said if she agreed he could marry her. She'd belong to him. But she never retuened his feelings. And he hated her for it, always playing him like a damned board game.
"what do you want?" she spat. He came out of his daydream and remembered his hate for her. "Only to make you feel real pain." His voice full of venom. She backed up, startled for a moment. The she desided to play her 'game' as she refured to it. She took a step 'toward him. Her chest pressing up against his. "Well if your going to be that way..." She said, her voice filled with lust. He took on a nervous glance. He was getting a little hot, being so close to her. "I....i didnt mean it like that." She was playing with him again! But her eyes, so captivating, so realistic. "Im so glad your being nice o me for a change." She fit herself right up into his hips. And judging by the waves below, she was getting to the end of her game. He bent in to kiss her. So close.... He was in a dream. Then she suddenly pushed him off. "You thought I was really hot for you?" She laughed the same cruel laugh as her father did. "you fucking heartless bitch!" His shout ecoed down the hall, startling a very nervous Noami.


Davis and Spike looked at Kaley in amazment. Spike stept forward. "we're not really here to buy you." His eyes met her beautiful hazel ones. "we're here to help you. We want to brake you out." She looked unsure. Ever sence the night of her sixtennth birthday she hadnt trusted men. Why start now? But then again, why not?
"You have ot promise me somthing." She looked totally serious now. "what's that?" asked Davis. "We're almost out of money." She shook her head. "No no, i dont want your money. I want you to promise me that I wont end up like those girls at the palace who have nothing but hell to look forward to every night." Spike could do nothing but smile. "that would be the easiest and best promise I could make." Spike took her hand and kissed it. She blushed tremendusly.
Davis enterupted the 'special moment'. "well you should get packed up." SHe noded. She picked up a small bag and stuffed two pairs of clothes into it, tied it, then picked up her sword. The both of them looked suprized when she turned around and said embarassed: "im ready." "Your taking that sword?" Davis asked puzzled. "thats a really small bag, and we're traveling far." Spike explained. Kaley stood straight. "everything i own is in this bag, and the sword was my fathers." She explained clearly. "So you live by the sword?" spike asked. "I also plan to die by it" She truley was a warrier."