Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 9: Getting Drunk ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9: Getting Drunk

Sarah slept peacefully in the large bed alone. However, her peaceful slumber came to a halt when she heard Dilandau yell at her "Get up!". He pulled back at the blankets and she slowly sat up. Just as she turned to face him he threw at her a pair of black leather pants and a blue, short sleeved tunic. "You can change in the washroom over there." he pointed to the metal door to the right of the bed.

Sarah said nothing and changed. *Well, it sure as hell beats wearing that skirt around all the time.* when she finished dressing she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how messy her hair was. From the corner of her eye she spotted a hair brush by the sink. She didn't care that it was his, she just need to brush her hair.

When she emerged from the washroom he tossed her a pair of knee high boots which had blue armoured padding on the front. She slipped them on with ease and tightened the buckles on the back of both boots. She stood there waiting for him to throw something else at her but he didn't. Dilandau stood by the doorway waiting and gestured for her to follow.

As they walked down the hallway together, Sarah began to wonder if he had, had the same dream or a similar dream as her the pervious night. That, however wasn't the only thing on her mind. She also wondered where he was taking her and why? Why had he made her change? *I thought her 'loved' my short skirt.* She wanted to know so badly where they were going but she couldn't find the courage to ask him.

After fighting with consciences she finally got the courage to ask her question. "Um, where are we going?" her voice was quiet and soft. Dilandau barely heard her but he looked over at her and answered.

"We're going into Palas for the day with the other slayers." Sarah just smiled and nodded. After walking for what seemed like forever, they came to a stop when they reached the guymelef docking bay. There were rows and rows of identical blue guymelefs and one red one which Sarah could only guess belonged to Dilandau.

The fifteen Dragon Slayers sat and stood in a large group by the guymelefs. One slayer with short blond hair had caught eye of their general and when he did he stood up right and the others followed his lead. All fifteen of them hoped and prayed their leader wouldn't be angry for seeing them lazing about.

Dilandau walked by them and inspected them as well. He was tempted to hit them all for their behaviour but one look at Sarah stopped him. It felt like she had a leash around him and yet she had done nothing but stand there in fear.

When they arrived in the city, most of the Dragon Slayers went to a local tavern to get themselves drunk off their asses. Dilandau and Sarah went to the tavern as well. The experience was a strange one for Sarah. She had never seen so many different kinds and species of people in one place. There were wolf men, fish people and the list went on.

The group of Dragon Slayers with their commander Dilandau and his "mistress" Sarah sat at a few round wooden tables near the back of the tavern by the stage. On stage were what looked to be cat woman dancing seductively for the men there. Sarah sat closely beside Dilandau bored out of her mind. Seeing the Dragon Slayers getting drunk only amused her for a while but that was it. *They remind me of my brother and his friends when they get drunk* she smiled slightly.

She missed her home. *I wonder . . . how are they. Do they even miss me? Stephan's probably happy not to have me around the house anymore. Mom's most likely gone through a huge depression cycle and my poor dad having to comfort her. Why does she have to be so damn emotional? I miss Tiger sleeping on the edge of my bed.* She let out a sigh and let her gaze drift to the table.

"It's been a fucking week and still no sign of her. Where the hell is she?" Megan fumed.

"Like I said before, she was probably abducted by aliens." the group of girls looked at their friend Jodi not surprised. "I know her mom didn't see a UFO but maybe it was invisible." the girls just rolled their eyes and ignored their friend.

"I had a dream about her or more like dreams about her." they all turned their attention to Christal who sat against the wall in the booth at a fast food restaurant.

"What are they like?" Heather asked as she leaned forward on the table.

"Well, they're always different but she's in all of them. recently there has been another guy with her who she seems to almost hate. The first dream he was in, he had kidnapped her." she went silent for a moment as she tried to think of what his name was. "I think, I'm pretty sure, his name was Dilandau or something like that. He's weird looking too but not in a bad way.

"He was pale, had silver hair and red eyes. He reminds me of an albino now that I think of it and a hot one too. He wore some sort of black and red armour." she finished and took a sip of her drink.

"So, how long have you been having these dreams?" Chelsea asked just before she bit into her burger.

"Well, ever since she disappeared that night about a week ago. It's weird though. It's like each dream leads into the next like a story almost." Megan perked up as an idea crossed her mind.

"Hey, maybe you're dreaming about what she's going through!" the thought seemed a little strange and unlikely but it somewhat made sense.

Sarah snapped out of her train of thoughts as someone placed a drink in front of her. She looked to see who it was and not surprisingly it was Dilandau. He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her closer. "Have a drink, enjoy yourself." he whispered into her ear. He wanted her to enjoy herself? The statement had her a little confused. Why was he being so nice to her?

She looked at the drink and picked it up. *what the hell. I might as well make the best of it.* Cautiously she took a small sip. It was her first alcoholic beverage so she wasn't sure what to expect. She put it down and debated whether to finished it or not. It was strong but had a sweet taste to it. When she was half way done it she could feel the buzz. She didn't feel uptight or nervous anymore.

Sarah's change in behaviour made Dilandau grinned and he ordered her another round. So far his plan was working. By her fourth drink, she was up on stage dancing with the two other cat woman and three of the Dragon Slayers, Miguel, Dallet and Gatti to be exact. Dilandau just sat back, laughed and would give the three slayers a cold glare whenever they got close to "his" Sarah.

They left the tavern late that night. Most of the slayers had sobered up but there were the few who could barely walk straight. Sarah was the most wasted of the group. Dilandau had to almost literally drag her out of the tavern. "Aw come on . . .why do we have to leave now?" she asked in a child like nature. Dilandau rolled his eyes.

"Because you're drunk and can barely stand." she laughed at him.

"I'm not drunk! I'm just a little tipsy that's all . . ." she went to walk towards him. As she did, she tripped and fell. Dilandau bent down and helped her up.

"See, you can't even walk." He was beginning to think he had gotten her a little too drunk.

"I can too walk . . ." she paused and blushed. "I'm just naturally clumsy . . ." she walked towards him again and didn't fall this time. However, she may not have fallen down but she fell into his arms and passed out. Dilandau looked at her somewhat annoyed. He picked her up and carried her back to the Vione.

When they had arrived back, Sarah woke up but quickly fell back asleep as he carried her down the hallway. When they reached his room, he laid her gently on the bed and began to remove her boots but that was all he took off of her.

Dilandau walked over to the metal chair and slipped off his armoured jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. Next he took off his boots and laid down in the bed beside her. He wrapped his arm loosely around her and inhaled her sent. It aroused and intoxicated him.

Just as he had fallen asleep, a knock sounded from the door. Lazily he got out of bed. he looked at the foot soldier displeased. "There better be a fucking good excuse for his." he growled.

"Yes Lord Dilandau. The Dragon has been spotted."Dilandau grinned slyly and dismissed the soldier. *Well it's about fucking time.*