Love's Last Choice - Part 27
The battle begins.
It was just before dawn when Jen was woken up by the sound of a bell ringing. The ringing was slow in rhythm; it was just meant to arouse people from their slumber. Before she even had the chance to crawl out of the covers a group of three people stormed into her rooms, carrying a few bags and boxes. Two men and woman stood before her looking radiant beneath the soft complex makeup that spiraled down their faces.
"We have come to dress you," said the first male with overpowering blue eyes that swam beneath long brown bangs. "I am Theodore and this is Max and Irene."
The other two nodded in accordance then rushed her into the middle of the room where they stripped her of her clothing. The view of her naked body did not bother them in the least; nor did her blushing.
"Is this necessary?" Jen asked as she cringed with every hurried brush Irene took with a pick to her hair.
"Of course it is. You are the symbol for the people. You have to look good as well as be prepared for battle," Max replied with a high pitch voice that did not match his muscle toned stature. Idly she wondered if there was such a thing as a gay Nefi.
Irene nodded in agreement as she began to polish Jen's face with several different types of makeup. "Also, you were seriously in need of a makeover. I mean please, look at your cuticles!" Irene exclaimed gathering Jen's fingers with an exasperated shake of her head.
Standing completely naked in the middle of her room, another knock came at the door. Theodore took it upon himself and called out, "Come in!"
"No, don't come in!" Jen countered as she turned and hid herself from the intruder.
Another woman rushed in, closing the door behind her, holding a long piece of clothing on a hanger that was hidden beneath a bag. She gave Jen an acute nod before unzipping the bag and pulling out the most beautiful thing Jen had ever seen. The only thing that hinted that the dress was armor was the golden chest plate that curved so elegantly into the red material that made up the short skirt that would barely reach her knees. There was a single strap that went from the right breast and hung over the left arm, but besides that, it was sleeveless. The skirt clanged together, signaling that the seemingly cloth material was cleverly disguised and was actually some sort of armor. As they dressed her, she felt the heaviness and wondered how on earth she was supposed to fight in this but if it saved her life, she truly did not have room to complain.
"I think we can let her see herself, now," said Theodore.
Max and Irene both agreed and pushed her hurriedly in front of the bathroom mirror. Whoever the woman was before her, it was not herself. The woman in the mirror had fair, flawless skin and the eye makeup Irene had applied, made her eyes demanding and effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was pushed back into, what reminded her of a sexy prom hairdo, a bun that allowed wisps of curls to fall down freely onto her neck. This woman was not her, it was a warrior. The dress glimmered against the poor lighting and complimented every curve God had blessed her with. Jen absently wondered what Nick would think of her.
"Yes, yes, you look very nice," muttered Irene as she pushed Jen out the door, "but now it's time to go kick ass."
Max and Theodore fell into step behind them but the other woman stayed in the room and began picking things up. Jen walked onto the first step of the staircase and looked down to see every single person that had gathered yesterday staring up at her. With a weak nod, she then walked down the stairs, trying desperately to hold her posture well. Lee stopped her just before she could reach the last few steps and whispered into her ear, "they want you to make a speech."
A speech? Jen swallowed hard and pictured her eight grade classroom where she delivered not only her term paper to her classmates, but her breakfast as well. Still, there was no refusing or turning back, so she straightened her back and made contact with every eye.
"I am not the reason we are fighting today. You have been waiting around for the one that has been prophesized about for years now. We stand here now, not because you have found her, but because what the vampires and werewolves have done can no longer be tolerated. We stand here ready to fight because of the blood they have shed. We stand here because we are ready to take vengeance. Today, we shall fight and conquer!" she exclaimed and raised her fist.
It might have been the heat of the moment, or just the fire in her blood she felt when she thought of Nick, but whatever it was, it called out her blade. The fiery blade felt oddly cool in her hand as it blazed in the air. She raised it higher and yelled out which was followed by everyone else's screams of excitement and acceptance. Glancing down, she was met by Lee's smile. There was nothing else to say, everyone was ready to go. Quickly, everyone filed out and made their way to the vamps hideout. What if she was wrong? What if Nick was already dead? What if?
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Bruce was not the only one pissed, all of them were. Eyes glued accusingly on her, told her that she may have made a detrimental mistake by agreeing with Lee. They were standing in front of a large waterfall that overlooked a wide river and mountains edged their surroundings. It was beautiful but there was only one problem, there were no vampires.
"I know we should never have listened to this brat!" Bruce spat, waving his hand at Jen.
Heidi glared over at him and replied, "Then you should have stayed there."
Bruce met her glare with his own and nodded his head, "Guess I should have."
Where was Nick? What if they were not here? That meant they would have just wasted time and they could be sneaked up on. The people around her began to whisper in angry voices and point at her, as if it was all her fault. It sort of was, she supposed.
"Let's just go back, damnit, and then decide what the hell we need to do," Bruce muttered, turning his back; which he should have never done.
The vampire was too fast for them to see, too fast for them to stop. The moment it sank its teeth into Bruce's back, Jen somehow knew Bruce would never make it. A snap silenced the air as they all stood still for a moment, taken by surprise, and watched the vampire drink from Bruce's back; too swooned over his blood to break free to safety. His tongue lapped over the spot as his many rows of teeth chattered with ecstasy. Lee swung his blade and chopped off the vampires head with one clean motion. Jen turned her head at the sound of a breaking limb and saw them. There was a swarm of vampires and werewolves standing behind the water that ran down the waterfall. They had been hidden there, watching them, the entire time.
"There!" Jen screamed and felt the surge of pain as her wings broke out of her back and extended into the air. The others followed as they finally realized what was going on. Knowing they had been discovered, the vampires and werewolves pooled out of their hiding place and ran down the rocky slope. There was no preparing yourself from killing, it simply had to be done. To her horror, the vampires she killed turned back into regular human faces just after her blade pierced them. It was all she could do to lock her jaw and continue on the killing spree. She was no longer relying on the hundreds of Nefi that counted on her to end this barbaric war, she was now only relying on the love she felt for Nick. Nothing would stop her from saving him, even if that meant she had to cut a thousand throats.
Her blade was in midair to slice another vampire when she heard her name. A savage growl escaped her throat as she swung the blade the rest of the way before the vampire could take advantage of her stall then pushed her wings, allowing her to be in midair. Once somewhat safe in the air, she turned and met the Isaiah's eye. He was standing on a large rock, holding a twisted dagger in the air and a victim by the hair. Not just any victim, Nick. His body was badly wounded and was tied up in chains. It was clear he was fighting consciousness as he watched her.
"Come save your lover, foolish cunt," Isaiah commanded, raising the dagger even more so, proving his intention.
The entire time Nick's lips were moving in a rhythmic motion. Who would have guessed he was saying don't?
"We have come to dress you," said the first male with overpowering blue eyes that swam beneath long brown bangs. "I am Theodore and this is Max and Irene."
The other two nodded in accordance then rushed her into the middle of the room where they stripped her of her clothing. The view of her naked body did not bother them in the least; nor did her blushing.
"Is this necessary?" Jen asked as she cringed with every hurried brush Irene took with a pick to her hair.
"Of course it is. You are the symbol for the people. You have to look good as well as be prepared for battle," Max replied with a high pitch voice that did not match his muscle toned stature. Idly she wondered if there was such a thing as a gay Nefi.
Irene nodded in agreement as she began to polish Jen's face with several different types of makeup. "Also, you were seriously in need of a makeover. I mean please, look at your cuticles!" Irene exclaimed gathering Jen's fingers with an exasperated shake of her head.
Standing completely naked in the middle of her room, another knock came at the door. Theodore took it upon himself and called out, "Come in!"
"No, don't come in!" Jen countered as she turned and hid herself from the intruder.
Another woman rushed in, closing the door behind her, holding a long piece of clothing on a hanger that was hidden beneath a bag. She gave Jen an acute nod before unzipping the bag and pulling out the most beautiful thing Jen had ever seen. The only thing that hinted that the dress was armor was the golden chest plate that curved so elegantly into the red material that made up the short skirt that would barely reach her knees. There was a single strap that went from the right breast and hung over the left arm, but besides that, it was sleeveless. The skirt clanged together, signaling that the seemingly cloth material was cleverly disguised and was actually some sort of armor. As they dressed her, she felt the heaviness and wondered how on earth she was supposed to fight in this but if it saved her life, she truly did not have room to complain.
"I think we can let her see herself, now," said Theodore.
Max and Irene both agreed and pushed her hurriedly in front of the bathroom mirror. Whoever the woman was before her, it was not herself. The woman in the mirror had fair, flawless skin and the eye makeup Irene had applied, made her eyes demanding and effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was pushed back into, what reminded her of a sexy prom hairdo, a bun that allowed wisps of curls to fall down freely onto her neck. This woman was not her, it was a warrior. The dress glimmered against the poor lighting and complimented every curve God had blessed her with. Jen absently wondered what Nick would think of her.
"Yes, yes, you look very nice," muttered Irene as she pushed Jen out the door, "but now it's time to go kick ass."
Max and Theodore fell into step behind them but the other woman stayed in the room and began picking things up. Jen walked onto the first step of the staircase and looked down to see every single person that had gathered yesterday staring up at her. With a weak nod, she then walked down the stairs, trying desperately to hold her posture well. Lee stopped her just before she could reach the last few steps and whispered into her ear, "they want you to make a speech."
A speech? Jen swallowed hard and pictured her eight grade classroom where she delivered not only her term paper to her classmates, but her breakfast as well. Still, there was no refusing or turning back, so she straightened her back and made contact with every eye.
"I am not the reason we are fighting today. You have been waiting around for the one that has been prophesized about for years now. We stand here now, not because you have found her, but because what the vampires and werewolves have done can no longer be tolerated. We stand here ready to fight because of the blood they have shed. We stand here because we are ready to take vengeance. Today, we shall fight and conquer!" she exclaimed and raised her fist.
It might have been the heat of the moment, or just the fire in her blood she felt when she thought of Nick, but whatever it was, it called out her blade. The fiery blade felt oddly cool in her hand as it blazed in the air. She raised it higher and yelled out which was followed by everyone else's screams of excitement and acceptance. Glancing down, she was met by Lee's smile. There was nothing else to say, everyone was ready to go. Quickly, everyone filed out and made their way to the vamps hideout. What if she was wrong? What if Nick was already dead? What if?
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Bruce was not the only one pissed, all of them were. Eyes glued accusingly on her, told her that she may have made a detrimental mistake by agreeing with Lee. They were standing in front of a large waterfall that overlooked a wide river and mountains edged their surroundings. It was beautiful but there was only one problem, there were no vampires.
"I know we should never have listened to this brat!" Bruce spat, waving his hand at Jen.
Heidi glared over at him and replied, "Then you should have stayed there."
Bruce met her glare with his own and nodded his head, "Guess I should have."
Where was Nick? What if they were not here? That meant they would have just wasted time and they could be sneaked up on. The people around her began to whisper in angry voices and point at her, as if it was all her fault. It sort of was, she supposed.
"Let's just go back, damnit, and then decide what the hell we need to do," Bruce muttered, turning his back; which he should have never done.
The vampire was too fast for them to see, too fast for them to stop. The moment it sank its teeth into Bruce's back, Jen somehow knew Bruce would never make it. A snap silenced the air as they all stood still for a moment, taken by surprise, and watched the vampire drink from Bruce's back; too swooned over his blood to break free to safety. His tongue lapped over the spot as his many rows of teeth chattered with ecstasy. Lee swung his blade and chopped off the vampires head with one clean motion. Jen turned her head at the sound of a breaking limb and saw them. There was a swarm of vampires and werewolves standing behind the water that ran down the waterfall. They had been hidden there, watching them, the entire time.
"There!" Jen screamed and felt the surge of pain as her wings broke out of her back and extended into the air. The others followed as they finally realized what was going on. Knowing they had been discovered, the vampires and werewolves pooled out of their hiding place and ran down the rocky slope. There was no preparing yourself from killing, it simply had to be done. To her horror, the vampires she killed turned back into regular human faces just after her blade pierced them. It was all she could do to lock her jaw and continue on the killing spree. She was no longer relying on the hundreds of Nefi that counted on her to end this barbaric war, she was now only relying on the love she felt for Nick. Nothing would stop her from saving him, even if that meant she had to cut a thousand throats.
Her blade was in midair to slice another vampire when she heard her name. A savage growl escaped her throat as she swung the blade the rest of the way before the vampire could take advantage of her stall then pushed her wings, allowing her to be in midair. Once somewhat safe in the air, she turned and met the Isaiah's eye. He was standing on a large rock, holding a twisted dagger in the air and a victim by the hair. Not just any victim, Nick. His body was badly wounded and was tied up in chains. It was clear he was fighting consciousness as he watched her.
"Come save your lover, foolish cunt," Isaiah commanded, raising the dagger even more so, proving his intention.
The entire time Nick's lips were moving in a rhythmic motion. Who would have guessed he was saying don't?
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