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Chapter 9
For tries Elle made to get rid of Mias's presence, he only came up with more
excuses to drag her onto the grounds. Just as Elle thought she would finally get her way,
he tempted her with simple suggestions, just as he did today.
"But Elle, wouldn't you like to visit the stables? I'm sure you'd want to meet
Atlas, right?" Mias asked, trying to keep Elle from closing the door on him.
"Atlas?" Elle asked, cursing her curiosity.
"Yes. My steed." Mias latched on to that curiosity.
Elle sighed and let go of the door, "Fine." Mias held up the royal blue dress
that he was trying to get her to wear. She snatched it from his grip and headed to the
bathroom to change. Most of the dresses he had been trying to get her to wear were far
too short for the current weather. It had been raining lately, and despite the umbrellas
they would carry, Elle would end up freezing within a few minutes, prompting Mias to
scoop her into his arms and take her to a hot bath. Every time he insisted that he be the
one to strip off her soaked garments, which prompted Elle to, in turn, kick him in the
jaw to get him away. The kick had only worked once, but she always ended up surprising
him with some other move – a punch to the stomach, an accidental head-butt, and her
personal favorite: an elbow to the groin. Each time he seemed slightly ticked off, but he
kept doing it nonetheless.
Elle had hope for this dress, though. It was long, with long sleeves, and a
higher collar than the others. It must have been too cold this time for Mias to risk her
health. It seemed very Victorian in style, and Elle quite liked how the rich blue color
looked against her creamy skin. She wanted to put her hair up, but she doubted that Mias
had any bands or pins lying around. She took a deep breath, for this would be the first
time that she had to ask Mias for something.
"Mias?" Elle asked quietly, peaking her head around the doorframe.
Mias walked into view, clasping the collar of his cape, which was adorned with
earthy colored feathers for warmth, "Yes?"
"Is there any way that I can put my hair up?"
"It is cold outside, my dear." There was that nickname that he insisted on
calling her.
"Only half of it." Elle explained, slightly irritated. Mias thought for a moment,
looking at her hair. Without saying a word, he turned her around. Elle watched in the
mirror as Mias's hand hovered over her head and, without touching a single hair, he made
her hair float up and twist into an elegant bun. Without pins, the hair stayed perfectly
in place while the rest of her hair was brushed straight by seemingly invisible hands.
Mias lowered his hand and looked at Elle expectantly. She was completely speechless.
"Thank you..." She said reluctantly.
"Come, I have a cloak for you." He led her to the bed, where a charcoal gray
cloak lay. He placed it around her shoulders and began to tie the cords together.
"I can tie it myself." Elle protested, swatting his hands away – hands that were
purposely brushing against her chest. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth as he ignored
her attempts to stop him. "You're such a pig."
"What of it?" He grinned wickedly.
Elle huffed in frustration, "Can we just go?" Without saying a word, Mias held
out his arm slightly and Elle cocked an eyebrow. After moments of silence in which Elle
stood with crossed arms, Mias tried to coax her.
Finally, Mias gestured to the window with his head, "We'll run out of daylight if
we keep this up." Elle opened her mouth to retort, but stopped. She let out a long breath
and reluctantly wrapped her arm through his. Even through the thick cloth of his sleeve,
she could feel the chiseled muscles in Mias's forearm. He was certainly strong; something
that Elle rarely remembered whenever she tried fighting or struggling against him. Yet,
she wondered why he had used his strength against her on only one occasion: the first
night she had woken up here. Thinking about it now, Elle was greatly intimidated by
Mias's brute strength. The two times that she escaped him to run in the forest would and
should have given Mias perfect reason to stop her with that strength before she even
reached the door; but he didn't. He was much more athletic than she, and he could easily
outrun her much less catch up with her; but still, he didn't. She could feel his pulse
from under the sleeve, like a steady metronome beat. Looking up, she hated to admit how
handsome Mias was, and even the markings around his eyes seemed completely natural on
him. In the back of her mind, Elle wondered how he came by the markings in the first
place. She watched as Mias noticed her staring and looked down at her. A smile flashed
across his face as he looked back up; but his calm façade couldn't mask what Elle felt.
Upon seeing her, Elle felt his pulse skyrocket.
Walking through the cold drizzle, breaths puffing out of their mouths like smoke,
Elle began to have a sneaking suspicion as to why Mias wouldn't exert his strength
against her. She let a small laugh escape and Mias looked down at her once more.
"What's so funny?"
Elle looked forward and smiled, "Nothing at all," Mias's eyes narrowed as if
trying to read her mind, and Elle only laughed more. He shook his head and brought his
free hand to his mouth once they were several yards away from the stables. He gave a
shrill whistle and soon enough the black stallion trotted out and made a beeline for them.
"Now let's have a proper introduction," Mias said both to the horse and to Elle,
"Elle, this is Atlas; Atlas, Elle." Mias placed his hand on Elle's lower back, guiding
her closer to the great animal.
"Hello, Atlas," Elle said, smiling at the stallion. Atlas grunted in reply. In
his eyes, she could see that he was perceptive and understood every word. "Uhm... I'm
sorry for making you fall that one time..." Elle tilted her head and smiled sheepishly.
Atlas whinnied and brought his front hooves off the ground slightly. The horse dipped his
head and nuzzled Elle's neck. Elle giggled, "Apology accepted, then?" She wrapped her
arms around Atlas's neck and gave him a peck on the nose. She heard a loud sigh from
beside her. Both she and Atlas looked at Mias.
He wore an unsatisfied expression and had one eyebrow raised, "This is extremely
unfair..." He looked Atlas in the eye, "How'd you pull her so fast?" Atlas merely snorted
as if to show off, "Are you mocking me?" Mias asked in surprise. The horse's response
rumbled from his chest and with that, Atlas turned his attention back to Elle.
Elle burst into laughter at Mias's betrayed face. The corner of his mouth twitched and he
let out a breath of laughter and turned. Mias stopped, however, focused on something off
in the distance.
"What the hell?" Mias muttered. Elle looked in the same direction. There was a
man riding a horse in the direction of the manor. As Mias watched the horseman ride
closer to the manor, something in the forest caught Elle's eye. It was Abernos. He was
watching Mias, but glanced over at Elle, as if sensing her gaze. He smiled and gave a
small wave before gesturing toward the horseman with his head. Elle looked around to see
Mias picking up the saddle and strapping it to Atlas.
"Who is that?" She asked in a loud whisper. Mias froze after buckling the saddle
and seemed to curse to himself.
"I shouldn't have taken you out today," He said more to himself than her. He
turned suddenly, after a moment's silence. Instantly, he dove for Elle's legs and hiked
up her skirt. She immediately started hitting him wherever she could reach. "Elle," he
said in a warning tone, "trust me just this once." She saw it in his eyes: a kind of
panic that told her he wasn't doing this to take advantage of her. She nodded in silence
and he continued to work with her skirt. She felt a warm, tingling sensation around her
legs, and she looked down to see a pair of trousers that took place of her skirt. Mias
moved his hands to her waist, then her hair, and as the same sensation took over, the top
of the dress was replaced by a shirt and a blue vest; the weight from her hair had
vanished, and she reached up to feel short hairs poke her fingers. She felt her eyes get
big.
"What did you do?" She asked, panicked.
Mias looked her over, "I turned you into a servant boy. I can't let them have the
knowledge that I am in the presence of a female companion… Don't worry; it's all just a
charm. Once I remove it, your hair will be back to normal. Now quickly, get on."
Mias helped Elle into the saddle before getting on himself. Atlas whinnied, ready
to take off at a moment's notice. Mias kicked his sides and they started toward the manor
at full speed.
Atlas's thundering hooves drew the attention of the man. On his amber horse, the
man was sickeningly pale with the purest white hair, and sat in the saddle with stick-
straight posture. He looked completely and utterly unnatural.
"Sir Mathias," the man greeted Mias with a cold voice and an accent that sounded
centuries older than Mias's.
"Duncan. I must apologize. I was just about to ride into town. I'm... glad I
caught you before I left." Mias sounded and felt stiff. Elle watched as the man's taut
face spread into a tight smile, revealing a pair of razor sharp fangs. It took all of her
willpower to stop the gasp that was threatening to escape her mouth. The last thing she
wanted was to draw unnecessary attention. From his coat, the man named Duncan pulled out
a black envelope sealed with red wax, and held it out to Mias.
"You have been summoned by the Master Decivus. We do very much expect to see
you." Duncan's smile fell, as if to emphasize something. Mias said nothing, and with
that, Duncan turned his steed and galloped away into the forest. It was silent and they
did not move for several minutes until Duncan was completely out of sight.
Elle heard Mias take a deep breath before he dismounted. He turned and gestured
to Elle so he could help her down. She was sure that she would have protested any other
time, but the expression of seriousness on his face warranted no time to stall. She bent
down and placed her hands on his sturdy shoulders. Taking her by the waist, he pulled her
down from Atlas. For a moment, neither of them moved their hands.
"Elle, I know you're not fond of me..."
"With good reason," Elle interjected, trying to lighten the mood. Mias gave her
the slightest of smiles.
"But Elle, I may have to ask too much of you." Mias brought himself one step
closer to her; and just like that Elle's heart started racing out of control and she felt
her face flush with heat. Her body betrayed her mind, even though she knew that giving
into her urges left her with nothing but embarrassment and a broken heart; and
considering Mias's promiscuity, she assumed that he was probably one who moved from woman
to woman in the blink of an eye... And even then her mind was on its way to betraying
her...
Mias leaned in and for the first time, Elle didn't know what to do. She didn't
know exactly what was in control: her heart or her mind. She closed her eyes, accepting
the inevitable, despite how much she despised the thought.
Instead, all she felt was Mias's forehead against her own. Elle opened her eyes,
shocked that he didn't do what she expected.
"Elle?" He asked, looking down at her. Elle's face was still hot, and at this
close proximity, she could see her own red-faced reflection in his eyes.
"Yeah?" She swallowed. This had to be the moment, then. Again, however, she was
proven wrong.
"Will you help me, Elle? I know that you owe me nothing, but I could really use
your support."
"Does it have to do with that man?"
"A mere vampire like Duncan? No," Mias chuckled darkly, "Worse."
He held the sealed envelope up and gestured toward the manor, "Ah, but first..."
He held his palm out and an almost invisible ripple of energy pulsed out and hit Elle.
Before her eyes, the shirt, vest, and trousers morphed back into the blue dress and she
felt her hair drop and cascade down her shoulders.
"Much better," They said simultaneously. Mias's eyebrows shot up in surprise as
Elle glared at him.
"What was that?" Elle asked threateningly.
"Absolutely nothing." Mias answered, turning to the door. Inside, they walked
into the sitting room where a healthy fire roared in the fireplace, radiating its warmth
onto the plush chairs in front of it. The large windows flooded the room with bright
light despite how overcast it was. Standing, while Elle sat, Mias carefully broke the wax
seal to open the dark envelope. It seemed as if a powerful energy flowed from the paper,
as threatening as it was mystical.
Mias read the letter aloud:
"Behold," Mias held the envelope high in the air, "the biggest load of bullshit
you will ever hear."
Elle could not help laughing at the vulgar term, "Sorry, I just haven't heard you
curse like that," She explained upon seeing his exasperated expression, "Now, what is
this favor, exactly?"
"I need to know whether or not you will agree first."
"And I need to know specifics before I commit to anything. It's kind of the basic
rule of my world."
Mias studied her silently, "Very well," he tossed the envelope into the licking
flames that hungrily devoured the paper. "Will you accompany me to my father's estate?"
For tries Elle made to get rid of Mias's presence, he only came up with more
excuses to drag her onto the grounds. Just as Elle thought she would finally get her way,
he tempted her with simple suggestions, just as he did today.
"But Elle, wouldn't you like to visit the stables? I'm sure you'd want to meet
Atlas, right?" Mias asked, trying to keep Elle from closing the door on him.
"Atlas?" Elle asked, cursing her curiosity.
"Yes. My steed." Mias latched on to that curiosity.
Elle sighed and let go of the door, "Fine." Mias held up the royal blue dress
that he was trying to get her to wear. She snatched it from his grip and headed to the
bathroom to change. Most of the dresses he had been trying to get her to wear were far
too short for the current weather. It had been raining lately, and despite the umbrellas
they would carry, Elle would end up freezing within a few minutes, prompting Mias to
scoop her into his arms and take her to a hot bath. Every time he insisted that he be the
one to strip off her soaked garments, which prompted Elle to, in turn, kick him in the
jaw to get him away. The kick had only worked once, but she always ended up surprising
him with some other move – a punch to the stomach, an accidental head-butt, and her
personal favorite: an elbow to the groin. Each time he seemed slightly ticked off, but he
kept doing it nonetheless.
Elle had hope for this dress, though. It was long, with long sleeves, and a
higher collar than the others. It must have been too cold this time for Mias to risk her
health. It seemed very Victorian in style, and Elle quite liked how the rich blue color
looked against her creamy skin. She wanted to put her hair up, but she doubted that Mias
had any bands or pins lying around. She took a deep breath, for this would be the first
time that she had to ask Mias for something.
"Mias?" Elle asked quietly, peaking her head around the doorframe.
Mias walked into view, clasping the collar of his cape, which was adorned with
earthy colored feathers for warmth, "Yes?"
"Is there any way that I can put my hair up?"
"It is cold outside, my dear." There was that nickname that he insisted on
calling her.
"Only half of it." Elle explained, slightly irritated. Mias thought for a moment,
looking at her hair. Without saying a word, he turned her around. Elle watched in the
mirror as Mias's hand hovered over her head and, without touching a single hair, he made
her hair float up and twist into an elegant bun. Without pins, the hair stayed perfectly
in place while the rest of her hair was brushed straight by seemingly invisible hands.
Mias lowered his hand and looked at Elle expectantly. She was completely speechless.
"Thank you..." She said reluctantly.
"Come, I have a cloak for you." He led her to the bed, where a charcoal gray
cloak lay. He placed it around her shoulders and began to tie the cords together.
"I can tie it myself." Elle protested, swatting his hands away – hands that were
purposely brushing against her chest. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth as he ignored
her attempts to stop him. "You're such a pig."
"What of it?" He grinned wickedly.
Elle huffed in frustration, "Can we just go?" Without saying a word, Mias held
out his arm slightly and Elle cocked an eyebrow. After moments of silence in which Elle
stood with crossed arms, Mias tried to coax her.
Finally, Mias gestured to the window with his head, "We'll run out of daylight if
we keep this up." Elle opened her mouth to retort, but stopped. She let out a long breath
and reluctantly wrapped her arm through his. Even through the thick cloth of his sleeve,
she could feel the chiseled muscles in Mias's forearm. He was certainly strong; something
that Elle rarely remembered whenever she tried fighting or struggling against him. Yet,
she wondered why he had used his strength against her on only one occasion: the first
night she had woken up here. Thinking about it now, Elle was greatly intimidated by
Mias's brute strength. The two times that she escaped him to run in the forest would and
should have given Mias perfect reason to stop her with that strength before she even
reached the door; but he didn't. He was much more athletic than she, and he could easily
outrun her much less catch up with her; but still, he didn't. She could feel his pulse
from under the sleeve, like a steady metronome beat. Looking up, she hated to admit how
handsome Mias was, and even the markings around his eyes seemed completely natural on
him. In the back of her mind, Elle wondered how he came by the markings in the first
place. She watched as Mias noticed her staring and looked down at her. A smile flashed
across his face as he looked back up; but his calm façade couldn't mask what Elle felt.
Upon seeing her, Elle felt his pulse skyrocket.
Walking through the cold drizzle, breaths puffing out of their mouths like smoke,
Elle began to have a sneaking suspicion as to why Mias wouldn't exert his strength
against her. She let a small laugh escape and Mias looked down at her once more.
"What's so funny?"
Elle looked forward and smiled, "Nothing at all," Mias's eyes narrowed as if
trying to read her mind, and Elle only laughed more. He shook his head and brought his
free hand to his mouth once they were several yards away from the stables. He gave a
shrill whistle and soon enough the black stallion trotted out and made a beeline for them.
"Now let's have a proper introduction," Mias said both to the horse and to Elle,
"Elle, this is Atlas; Atlas, Elle." Mias placed his hand on Elle's lower back, guiding
her closer to the great animal.
"Hello, Atlas," Elle said, smiling at the stallion. Atlas grunted in reply. In
his eyes, she could see that he was perceptive and understood every word. "Uhm... I'm
sorry for making you fall that one time..." Elle tilted her head and smiled sheepishly.
Atlas whinnied and brought his front hooves off the ground slightly. The horse dipped his
head and nuzzled Elle's neck. Elle giggled, "Apology accepted, then?" She wrapped her
arms around Atlas's neck and gave him a peck on the nose. She heard a loud sigh from
beside her. Both she and Atlas looked at Mias.
He wore an unsatisfied expression and had one eyebrow raised, "This is extremely
unfair..." He looked Atlas in the eye, "How'd you pull her so fast?" Atlas merely snorted
as if to show off, "Are you mocking me?" Mias asked in surprise. The horse's response
rumbled from his chest and with that, Atlas turned his attention back to Elle.
Elle burst into laughter at Mias's betrayed face. The corner of his mouth twitched and he
let out a breath of laughter and turned. Mias stopped, however, focused on something off
in the distance.
"What the hell?" Mias muttered. Elle looked in the same direction. There was a
man riding a horse in the direction of the manor. As Mias watched the horseman ride
closer to the manor, something in the forest caught Elle's eye. It was Abernos. He was
watching Mias, but glanced over at Elle, as if sensing her gaze. He smiled and gave a
small wave before gesturing toward the horseman with his head. Elle looked around to see
Mias picking up the saddle and strapping it to Atlas.
"Who is that?" She asked in a loud whisper. Mias froze after buckling the saddle
and seemed to curse to himself.
"I shouldn't have taken you out today," He said more to himself than her. He
turned suddenly, after a moment's silence. Instantly, he dove for Elle's legs and hiked
up her skirt. She immediately started hitting him wherever she could reach. "Elle," he
said in a warning tone, "trust me just this once." She saw it in his eyes: a kind of
panic that told her he wasn't doing this to take advantage of her. She nodded in silence
and he continued to work with her skirt. She felt a warm, tingling sensation around her
legs, and she looked down to see a pair of trousers that took place of her skirt. Mias
moved his hands to her waist, then her hair, and as the same sensation took over, the top
of the dress was replaced by a shirt and a blue vest; the weight from her hair had
vanished, and she reached up to feel short hairs poke her fingers. She felt her eyes get
big.
"What did you do?" She asked, panicked.
Mias looked her over, "I turned you into a servant boy. I can't let them have the
knowledge that I am in the presence of a female companion… Don't worry; it's all just a
charm. Once I remove it, your hair will be back to normal. Now quickly, get on."
Mias helped Elle into the saddle before getting on himself. Atlas whinnied, ready
to take off at a moment's notice. Mias kicked his sides and they started toward the manor
at full speed.
Atlas's thundering hooves drew the attention of the man. On his amber horse, the
man was sickeningly pale with the purest white hair, and sat in the saddle with stick-
straight posture. He looked completely and utterly unnatural.
"Sir Mathias," the man greeted Mias with a cold voice and an accent that sounded
centuries older than Mias's.
"Duncan. I must apologize. I was just about to ride into town. I'm... glad I
caught you before I left." Mias sounded and felt stiff. Elle watched as the man's taut
face spread into a tight smile, revealing a pair of razor sharp fangs. It took all of her
willpower to stop the gasp that was threatening to escape her mouth. The last thing she
wanted was to draw unnecessary attention. From his coat, the man named Duncan pulled out
a black envelope sealed with red wax, and held it out to Mias.
"You have been summoned by the Master Decivus. We do very much expect to see
you." Duncan's smile fell, as if to emphasize something. Mias said nothing, and with
that, Duncan turned his steed and galloped away into the forest. It was silent and they
did not move for several minutes until Duncan was completely out of sight.
Elle heard Mias take a deep breath before he dismounted. He turned and gestured
to Elle so he could help her down. She was sure that she would have protested any other
time, but the expression of seriousness on his face warranted no time to stall. She bent
down and placed her hands on his sturdy shoulders. Taking her by the waist, he pulled her
down from Atlas. For a moment, neither of them moved their hands.
"Elle, I know you're not fond of me..."
"With good reason," Elle interjected, trying to lighten the mood. Mias gave her
the slightest of smiles.
"But Elle, I may have to ask too much of you." Mias brought himself one step
closer to her; and just like that Elle's heart started racing out of control and she felt
her face flush with heat. Her body betrayed her mind, even though she knew that giving
into her urges left her with nothing but embarrassment and a broken heart; and
considering Mias's promiscuity, she assumed that he was probably one who moved from woman
to woman in the blink of an eye... And even then her mind was on its way to betraying
her...
Mias leaned in and for the first time, Elle didn't know what to do. She didn't
know exactly what was in control: her heart or her mind. She closed her eyes, accepting
the inevitable, despite how much she despised the thought.
Instead, all she felt was Mias's forehead against her own. Elle opened her eyes,
shocked that he didn't do what she expected.
"Elle?" He asked, looking down at her. Elle's face was still hot, and at this
close proximity, she could see her own red-faced reflection in his eyes.
"Yeah?" She swallowed. This had to be the moment, then. Again, however, she was
proven wrong.
"Will you help me, Elle? I know that you owe me nothing, but I could really use
your support."
"Does it have to do with that man?"
"A mere vampire like Duncan? No," Mias chuckled darkly, "Worse."
He held the sealed envelope up and gestured toward the manor, "Ah, but first..."
He held his palm out and an almost invisible ripple of energy pulsed out and hit Elle.
Before her eyes, the shirt, vest, and trousers morphed back into the blue dress and she
felt her hair drop and cascade down her shoulders.
"Much better," They said simultaneously. Mias's eyebrows shot up in surprise as
Elle glared at him.
"What was that?" Elle asked threateningly.
"Absolutely nothing." Mias answered, turning to the door. Inside, they walked
into the sitting room where a healthy fire roared in the fireplace, radiating its warmth
onto the plush chairs in front of it. The large windows flooded the room with bright
light despite how overcast it was. Standing, while Elle sat, Mias carefully broke the wax
seal to open the dark envelope. It seemed as if a powerful energy flowed from the paper,
as threatening as it was mystical.
Mias read the letter aloud:
The Young Lord Mathias Decivus, Sixth Son, has been summoned to present himself to the Master Decivus and the Seven Sons of Decivus on the sixtieth day of the Changing Leaves at precisely noon. The Young Lord Mathias Decivus is urged to invite one guest if he so chooses, at the request of the Master Decivus. This humble scribe sends his apologies on behalf of the Master Decivus for the events leading up to the ultimate exodus of the Young Lord Mathias Decivus from the Decivus Estate. This humble scribe also warns the Young Lord Mathias Decivus on behalf of the Master Decivus that absence from this summons will not be tolerated; if not present, measures will be taken to escort you to the Decivus Estate by any means necessary. The Master Decivus sends his regards and looks forward to seeing you once more.
Elgin Dolfhart,
Decivus Estate Scribe
"Behold," Mias held the envelope high in the air, "the biggest load of bullshit
you will ever hear."
Elle could not help laughing at the vulgar term, "Sorry, I just haven't heard you
curse like that," She explained upon seeing his exasperated expression, "Now, what is
this favor, exactly?"
"I need to know whether or not you will agree first."
"And I need to know specifics before I commit to anything. It's kind of the basic
rule of my world."
Mias studied her silently, "Very well," he tossed the envelope into the licking
flames that hungrily devoured the paper. "Will you accompany me to my father's estate?"
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Quick note: The font used for the letter is called "Vivaldi" for those of you who do not have it downloaded. It really does have a nice effect when you read the letter with that font.
HOORAY! Six pages of glorious Miasness and Elleness!
We're on our way to something... rather interesting. XD
I have a feeling that half of the Decivus brother's names will have to be made up by me for the sake of the story. XD Oh dear!
Atlas encounter based on:
Duncan:
...Hah, the last one isn't actually Duncan, but every time I see it, I can't help thinking that it looks like Duncan and Lady Decivus. XD So weird!
Please comment and let me know what you think!
Hope you like it, Jenny!
~Anni
Mias, Elle, and Duncan belong to
.Atlas belongs to
.Elgin Whats-His-Face belongs to me. Don't expect him to ever appear physically. He's just a scribe.
© 2012 - 2024 fairygodpiggy
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