:P Love ya guys. PART THIRTY ONE.
“Vilandra,” He whispered again, love deep in his voice. Isabel looked up at him observing his appearance. Deep within his coal black eyes was pure evil, an evil that masqueraded as an air of innocence. In some way he seemed child like as he gazed down on her, his eyes showing pure joy at finding his favourite toy. This innocence mixed with his good looks, his blonde hair and child like eyes declared that this man could be trusted, loved and adored. He appeared as God like as he had perceived himself to be, but there was something deep in her heart that suddenly screamed out. This man was not to be trusted, no matter how much he twisted her soul. No matter how much she could get lost in his eyes and his boyish charm, she still remembered her death at the hands of someone she believed she loved. Deep within Vilandra still felt the pain. She still felt the betrayal as if it had happened only moments ago.
However no matter how much her heart kicked, screamed and leapt she couldn't stop herself from falling into his arms, falling into his embrace instantly relaxing at his touch. It was a touch that seemed almost part of her. Sort of the way she always thought Max and Liz felt when they would lay in each others arms when they were younger. What she observed then was the contentment of two soulmates finally finding one another and at that moment Isabel could feel the exact contentment that she would often see on her brother's face. But this was a false feeling. A feeling that had been made, distorted from something else, twisted from pure hatred.
Now it was boiling in her veins, the overwhelming need to destroy Khivar almost over powering. Vilandra wanted control. She wanted to emerge, to show Khivar she isn't the weakling he perceived her to be. She and Isabel were not weak, submissive or useless and they as one person craved to end his life there and then, as they embraced him. Thin black crackles of electricity ran through their hand as the anger raged inside them, yet they disappeared as Isabel took two deep breaths, pushing Vilandra out.
She needed to remain calm if she was to pull this off.
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Khivar could feel the raw energy build within her as Isabel tried to bubble back to the surface. He smiled into Vilandra's hair as she shoved Isabel back into the further recesses of her mind. His Vilandra was still as powerful as the day he murdered her at the steps of her brother's palace. He could still feel her warm blood running through his fingers and could still feel the intense grief he felt when he stabbed her to death.
It was such a primitive death, but was so powerful it tore his heart in two and the moment Vilandra died he howled into the night. But he knew her soul lived on, and now he could feel it mingling with his own, bringing him pure joy. He now felt like a child.
But she needed to be tested. She needed to prove herself to be the true Vilandra, the one he moulded into existence. The one he brought to life. His attention narrowed on the perfect test that stood at the door of the safe house. The rest of the royal four, the changed one and one of Zan's finest Locacks, Serena.
His hand ran up Vilandra's bare back and up to her naked arms. He smoothed his fingers over her silken skin before he grabbed them softly and used his grip to turn her towards those that stood at the door. He smirked slightly as he watched Zan and the others start to charge towards their position, Zan clearly showing his intent on rescue displayed in his scowl. He lowed his head, as his gaze remained on Zan and the group that were swiftly moving towards them, whispering into his beloved ear. “You know what I ask of you. Now prove yourself worthy of a God's love Vilandra.”
Vilandra turned slowly back to him, nodding in agreement before standing on her bare tip toes planting a tender kiss to his white cheek. As she lowered herself flat onto her feet, she registered her brother calling her human name.
“Isabel!” His voice was almost frantic and she turned her head slightly over her shoulder. Once again she turns back to Khivar before she started to back away from him, a sly and devious smile upon her face. Her eyes loose their black colour returning to their human shade and she begins to masquerade as Isabel Evans as she runs towards Zan.
“MAX!”
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Isabel ran with all her might back towards her brother, hoping in some way it seemed real to Khivar even though she knew in her heart it was. The sheer panic that was nestled in her stomach was driving her away from Khivar, out of the clutches of a man who had once betrayed her. “Max!” she screamed loudly for realism, she just hoped that Khivar would believe every moment of her façade. If he didn't believe she couldn't do what was necessary of her.
When she was just seconds away from her brother she sped up, sprinting towards him, her arms wide open. She crashed into his arms, spinning him around so she faced Khivar, her head landing in his shoulder and her arms tight around his chest as she clung to him.
Neither spoke.
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Vilandra looked back at Khivar under hooded eyes from the safety of her brothers arms. He could feel excitement boil away inside him as he observed her black nightmarish eyes fall back into place. He smirked. After all this time Zan was still the pathetically romantic and forgiving man that had cost him his life. After many years having known Zan he knew that Vilandra was his weakness. So was the idea of love, a perfect meaningful attachment that would last several life times. That was where the two differed. Zan was in love with the idea of love, endlessly searching for it. Zan was one for democracy, setting up a Royal council and was hell bent on achieving peace for his people. He couldn't hold a grudge, he refused to scheme and didn't do arguments. Zan was honest, kind and gentle. He was forgiving and compassionate.
He was the complete opposite to Khivar.
Khivar didn't believe in a love that would last life times. He understood love but didn't search for it, he moulded the creature he deemed worthy into perfection, making them want him and to do his bidding. Khivar took what he wanted, disposed of all that stood in his path to total autocracy. He didn't believe in peace, he wanted to conquer and enslave. He held grudges for decades, he believed that they should last a life time and through generations. He schemed his way into power, taking the vulnerable Vilandra and twisting her into something he could use, into a soul mate fit for a king. Khivar was deceitful and merciless. He took pleasure in other people's pain, not caring about the feelings and beliefs of others if they didn't match his own.
Now he was revelling in the pleasure of watching the one thing he had always wanted to witness.
As Vilandra stared into Khivar's black pools she smiled. Suddenly a pink shield separated the rest of them from herself and Zan. There were cries of confusion as she did so but she ignored it, her gaze firmly fixed on her lover and her mind set on her task. She was to prove herself to him once and for all. He tried to not show his happiness as he observed Vilandra's hand just hovering above Zan shoulder blade. It hung there for a couple of seconds as she teased Khivar. He held his breath as he just stared at her hand, willing it to crash down onto the back of the former King.
Her hand crashed onto his back, burning him alive as he screamed out loud. Khivar watched as Zan tried to pull away from the grip of his sister, finally giving in as her hold would not be relinquished. His eyes bulged out of his head as his skin started to burn, white blisters appeared on his once tanned skin as Vilandra's hand remained on his shoulder. At closer inspection he could see Zan's skin cracking and then peeling away from his body, showing the bloody muscle that laid underneath it. Blood started to ooze down the remainder of Zan's body and onto the grass, producing a pool of blood.
She ignored the blasts that were being sent from the hands of her former friends, her mind focused on the task of proving herself to her God.
Finally as Zan's screams began to die down she pulled him away so she could look him in the eye. In one quick motion she ripped open his bloody shirt to expose his peeling bloody chest and swung Zan round to face Khivar. There under his right collar bone was the royal seal that burnt brightly. It was his for the taking. Vilandra's hand snaked around on to it making Zan scream even harder. Within seconds Vilandra pulled her hand away, letting Zan drop to the floor as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
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Isabel felt sick as she watched her brother sink to the ground, blood staining his body, the white of his eyes the only thing visible. He looked like a burnt out corpse that was still breathing painfully slowly and loudly. She almost winced as he coughed, blood bubbling up out of his mouth and he began to shake violently.
“You bitch!” She heard Tess scream as she felt the bombardment of alien blasts hit her shield. She twisted her head round to face them. Her look was cold and remorsefulness and with one flick of the hand she turned Tess, Serena and Kyle into a pile of dust that blew away in the wind.
Her attention came back to Max as she heard him cough out her name, his burnt arm reaching out for help. A help she could not give him. In that instant she wished to end his misery. Her hand twitched by her side. All it would take was the flick of the hand. An alien blast to the stomach.
But that was all that it would take to blow her cover.
So she stood and watched as her brother's life ended before her very eyes. Within what seemed hours but was merely moments, Max said his final word as his back arched in pain and his body finally collapsed into dust that flew out into the air. “LIZ!”
Her head snapped up as she heard Liz's terrified scream. “MAX!” Her small hands were gripped to the door frame as she looked disparately out of it with tears in her eyes. They hung on the spot where she had just seen her beloved Max died painfully at the hands of his sister, a sister he had sworn they could trust. After a moment they turned to Isabel in disgust. Absolute horror and hatred shone out at Isabel for the crime she had committed.
For one moment she felt guilty.
Taking two steps towards Liz she stretched out her hand and brought her to her knees. Liz didn't even flinch as Isabel's finger tips started to crackle with electricity. She just smiled. In one fluid motion she jumped to her feet and slammed her hand down on the black button. Isabel sent a shot flying towards the petite brunette, narrowly missing her as the shutter slammed shut just about protecting her from the blast.
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Liz backed away from the door two steps before turning so her back was flat against the wall. In the pitch black she slid down onto the floor and wrapped her arms around her legs, her head leaning forward to rest on her knees. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself.
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Isabel turned from the door back towards him. A small smile played on her lips as she neared him. She moved up close to him, her lips just millimetres from his ear where he could feel her sweet breath brushing over his ear erotically. She turned her head slightly as she lifted her palm to show him the seal that was imprinted in her hand. His fingers twitched as they reached for it. He could feel the power it contained as they almost touched her palm. As he went to touch it her hand snapped shut and she pulled it away out of his reach. “Now now. Don't get too carried away.” She whispered in his ear. “You don't need this... let me have it.”
“Why?” He asked as he turned to face her. Their faces were almost touching as she ran a lone finger down the side of his cheek, her nail scraping along the skin making it bleed. She moved her lips closer to the blue liquid that dripped from the cut. She partially closed her eyes as her tongue lapped it up before speaking.
“Because a God does not need some formality. You are King in your own right Khivar. This here is a little souvenir, a trinket for those who need to prove it.”
Khivar's arm slivered around her waist, pulling her closer. “But the people want to see something that indicates I am their King.” He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and opened her palm. “Which means they need to see that I bare this symbol.” His hand quivered over the Royal seal. He was ready to take what he believed to be his. Yet again her hand snapped shut.
“Not if you have Zan's Queen... and heir.” Khivar's eyes widened. She simply idly played with his collar as she continued. “Yes... she carries the heir. Inside that house is the heir of Antar...” she brought her mouth to his ear again, pressing her body firmly to his. “It's more than a trinket that will prove you are King...”
“But we cannot enter the house...” He paused as he tried to calm his reaction to having his Vilandra this close in so long. Taking a deep breath he continued. “Serena has safe guard the house. We cannot enter it.”
She laughed. “You see... that's what is different about the last time you tried to enter the house... you didn't have me.”
“What makes you so important into getting in?” He asked sounded annoyed at the thought a woman would have more power than he.
She nipped at his ear lightly and pulled away quickly as he gasped. “You see... the difference is... I am the only one hear who knows the way in.” She backed away looked him in the eye as she started to lead him towards the house.
“Azaria... bring five of your best men.” Khivar started to order.
Isabel stopped dead. She turned quickly enraged. “I give you the whore on a plate and you have the NERVE to bring more than one other person with you. Azaria is all you shall need... this woman is no threat and if she causes us problems... the three of us combined shall serve to be enough to contain her.” She returned to his side as he looked unsure and began pressing her body to him again, her hand resting just above his heart.. “Plus.. we don't want everyone to hear us... now do we? I'd think that three of us to pleasure you is enough... and I am sure you wouldn't want to share with all your men... as you have your way with each of us.”
He became light-headed as he thought of the possibilities. The imagines of all three women draped over him was enough to convince him. Vilandra had never been wrong before about what he wanted. So he let her lead him towards the secret entrance of the house, a few miles away.
After an hour Isabel yet again heard Azaria huff in disgust over the fact her Khivar, her God was being led into the unknown. Over the years away from Vilandra Khivar had turned to Azaria for his comfort, for his needs and she hadn't turned him away because over the years she had been jealous of Vilandra. She had everything she ever wanted. On the side lines of Khivars life she had fallen in love with him, seen him as the chosen King who should have had the throne, title and Granolith. She schemed along side with him. She had been there with him as the royal palace became a battlefield. She was there to witness her once best friend, Ava, whimper as she died before her feet.
*****Flashback*****
Azaria ran into the Ava's chamber a large beaming smile across her face, her fingers idly playing with her long blonde plaits. “Ava! Ava!” she cried as she jumped up and down the room like a youngling once again. At the age of 25 she was supposed to act composed and polite yet she just couldn't contain her excitement. “Ava!” she yelled again.
“What?” Ava asked annoyed from the bed covers. It was too early in the day for her to be even thinking about getting up, especially after the party. A small smile spread across her lips as she remembered the party, Zan and their first kiss. Her first kiss with the King of Antar, the mere thought made her giddy with pleasure.
“Ava! Get up!” Azaria practically screamed as she bounced on the bed.
Ava suddenly sat up right flinging the covers over with her arms and grabbed her best friends feet, sending her flying backwards onto the bed. She giggled slightly at the look of pure annoyance on Azaria's face. “So...” Ava started ignoring the look. “What is it that is soooooo important that meant you have had to wake me... the Future Queen of Antar?”
“Well... its...” Azaria started suddenly stopping as she realised what Ava had just declared. “You can't be serious!” she asked gob smacked, a scowl on her face.
“Yes... Zan... Zan kissed me Az. He kissed me... do you know what this means?”
Azaria nodded meekly. “I know. That means you are very likely to be the next Queen of Antar.” Kissing had always been a sacred thing that only took place if their attraction was something more than a physical need, so this meant she was likely to marry Zan.
Ava cocked her head to one side searching her friends face. “Well... aren't you going to say anything?”
“What can I say?” Azaria asked her voice bitter. “You are going against everything I stand for.”
Ava brought her hands to Azaria's “Az... don't do this. We may not have seen eye to eye on everything but... but we haven't let it get in the way of our friendship. Don't let it now.”
“You weren't going to marry the enemy back then.” She snapped in response as she pulled her hands away.
“That's not fair Ria! I haven't gotten angry with you because of your infatuation with Khivar... so why get angry now?”
Azaria jumped off the bed. “It's NOT an infatuation Ava! It's real love! I love Khivar!”
“It's not love! It's not! Love is not one sided!”
“He touched my cheek today Aves! He touched my cheek!” She hovered her small hand over her cheek. “It is love and he loves me in return!”
“He doesn't! He never has!” Ava dragged her hand through her hair with frustration as she stood from her purple silk bed sheets. “He's just using you to get what he wants... a whore. A cheap thrill... and Az I don't want that to be you!”
Azaria's eyes went wide with horror. “How. Dare. YOU!” She shouted. “I wish that one day I shall have my body on your hands for this Ava!” She stood there glaring before running out of the door and down the plain white halls of the palace out onto the balcony of her room.
*Aves cannot be right. She cannot! She's marrying the enemy, trying to manipulate me into siding with her against Khivar... never.* she thought angrily as her hands gripped tightly to the marble rails of the balcony. She calmed slightly as she saw Khivar in the distance by the gate of the royal gardens. His short blonde hair shone in the bright sunlight making him look even more attractive than before. Her heart leapt at just the sight of him. She ran her fingers over her lips as they urged to kiss him. She so wanted to make that final step with him. She wanted to lie in his arms forever as he spoke to her his declarations of love. These were her hopes. These were her dreams, small as they were. To simply love a man and have him love her in return was enough.
A hope, a dream that was dashed the moment she witnessed Vilandra run into Khivar's arms.
*****End of flashback*****
She was also the one that manipulated him into killing his made soul mate and she would do if one final time.
“Is this place any closer?” Azaria whined as she trudged behind.
“It's very soon.” came the reply from a couple of yards away. “If you drag behind it will just take longer... Ah ha! We're here!” Isabel beamed triumphantly as she pointed towards the door way that led to a tunnel. “Once inside this door it will take just two minutes more. If you will just follow me.” She made a grab for Khivar's hand and just as expected it was swiped away. Isabel even remembered Azaria, the narrow minded child who actually fell in love with this man.
“No!” Azaria bit annoyed that he was following Vilandra like a love sick puppy. “I'll lead the way.” She burst through the door way Isabel following smugly. After a couple of minutes they came through into the hallway through a door in the staircase. Azaria stood and marvelled the place. It was as big and grand as she had thought it would be. Fit for a King and his subjects.
*Or was* she thought to herself.
As soon as Isabel came to the door they had just entered, she pressed her hand to the wall just inches away from the frame. She kept her hand firmly on it as she stepped through the door and quickly pulled it away. Soon another steel door sealed off the entrance, slamming shut loudly as she did so. A second later she flung Khivar and Azaria into the room in front, her hand slamming down onto the button by the door that brought a red almost transparent field in the frame.
The next second she was covering her mouth with her hand as she ran up the stairs.
Azaria brought her hand to her split lip as she started to scrabble off of the floor. Her anger spiked as she found blood dripping from her pale lip. She swung around her hand raised in defence. “What do you think you are doing?!”
“Getting revenge for another malevolent wish come true.” Came Tess' angry voice.
