MabFaerie
Faerie Queen
Pressing both palms to the door before her, Annalisse Warren gave pause.
Listening carefully, she heard neither footsteps nor speech. Her Lord was alone, for now at least.
Carefully, she pushed the wooden door forward, the well-oiled hinges barely made a squeak as she slid past.
The dimly lit interior smelled faintly of blood and dirt, the scent was poorly masked beneath the stronger odor of cleaning chemicals.
For all it was worth, her Lord certainly kept his playing grounds... tidy.
Large, open and spacious, the central room of her Lord's lair always put Annalisse on edge. There were never any good places to hide and she always felt as if his eyes followed her, even when he was nowhere to be found.
Round and windowless but with a high peaked roof, the room bowed inward, often making visitors feel as if they were slowly being crushed by the intrusive space.
The walls were covered with dark blue velvet, her Lord's favourite shade. Occasionally, an unseen breeze would ruffle the fabric, causing it to pull away from the walls and reveal tall, floor to ceiling-high mirrors. Annalisse could not count the number of times she'd seen herself in those mirrors...
nor the number of times she'd seen someone else behind her, when there was no one to be found.
A soft cough drew her attention and soon Annalisse was at her mothers side.
Chained to a far wall, like a decoration for the otherwise well-kept room, Hazel Warren sat, crumpled and weak, but thank the divines, still alive.
"Mother!" Falling to her knees, Annalisse hastily drew a vial of clear water from her pack, twisting off the cap and offering the liquid to her mother.
The tired looking woman took barely a sip before turning her head in disgust,
"No, Anna. Let me die. Let me rot here in this cell and claim your freedom. Run from him. Run from this monster, like your brother did. Smart boy. My smart, brave boy..." Delirious, the weakened woman started to daze off, losing herself in her own memories.
"I won't do that. I won't leave you! Not until you're safe from hi--"
"I'll never be safe, Anna." Finding herself for a moment, Hazel's eyes locked with her daughters, one hand reaching out to hold Annalisse's shoulder with a weak grip,
"It's too late for me. You know this, Anna. You have to--"
“Is that a little bird, I hear?” A voice called out, one that made Annalisse shiver in a mixture of fear and disgust. She would not keep him waiting. It never did end well.
"Anna, don't go to him! Anna, please!"
"You don't understand. It's the only way." Giving her mothers hands a squeeze before gently prying them off of her, Annalisse rose, moving towards the center of the round room, where her Lord, ever the silent host, awaited her.
"My pretty, little bird. Sing me the songs of the wind."
Wasting no time at all, Annalisse spoke, divulging what information she had procured in her time abroad.
“Our brothers stationed near Markarth have become too bold in their feeding habits. They've turned too many. The people have begun to talk. Wolves, they think, occupy the cave three quarters of a mile outside the city limits, My Lord.”
“And?”
“In Markarth, there has been much footraffic through the Jarls hall as of late, adventurers from the look of it."
Pausing, the girl took a moment to retrieve a small folded bit of faded, yellowed parchment from her bag.
"I obtained a copy of this summons, proving that the Jarl intends to send a group of hired hands to the cave, to exterminate whatever lies within."
Offering the slip of parchment, Annalisse felt nearly nothing as the dark haired vampire before her merely glanced at it, his expression hinged on boredom.
“I see. Foolish of them to feed as often as they did. Though if my memory serves me, they were not the brightest to begin with. This is not a surprise.”
“Shall I return to Markarth and send our brothers warning, your grace?”
“No.”
A look of surprise registered on the young girls face, hesitantly, she began to protest,
“Th-the group may be small, as the Jarl has not offered a large sum, but with the element of surprise on their side, our brothers will fall, My Lord.”
With hardly any effort, the vampire raised his right palm, bringing the backside of it down sharply across the girls cheek, causing her to wince noticeably with pain but otherwise not make a sound. Tears stung in her eyes but she did not dare blink them away. He liked it far too much when she cried.
“I am aware of this, little bird. Do you take me for a fool?”
“No, my lord.”
“Their deaths will serve as a warning to the others. We are not in such dire need of blood brothers that we would mourn the loss of such fools. Let the Jarls men be hero’s. It will be fleeting nonetheless.”
“As you wish, My Lord.” Annalisse felt her heart sink for a moment, but did not dare let it show. There were people in that cave, people she knew. People she cared for. Sure, the majority of them were vampires, and as far as she was concerned they were on the wrong side of the coven but... deep down she had hoped that someday things could be different.
Now that day would never come.
“Follow the travelers. Gather information, my little bird. Tell me what they know. And do be sure to describe the way our brothers beg for mercy as they meet their grusome ends. You'd be amazed how many gods a sinner can list when he's at the wrong end of a blade. And you know just how happy that makes me, don't you, my little bird?”
"Of course, your grace."
"Good. Now be off, lots of information to gather and I find I rather bore of you when you aren't screaming."
“As your will commands, so shall it be done, My Lord.”
With a low sweeping bow, Annalisse lingered in place just long enough to appease her Lord before fleeing off into the darkness, en route to the city of Markarth once more.