Memories

[Gelina Grey]

Hearing Angel she looks at her again.

"It won't hold, Angel. Give it a few minutes. The serum should begin to work and stop the bleeding." Or so she hoped and prayed. She had only used it on small wounds when she was testing it. They would know soon enough if it worked or not. Blood still soaking through the towels, she changed them out with clean ones, waiting. Hoping. Praying.

[Tempest]

She walks to the buffet the servants put out everyday and grabbed two pitchers of ice water. Walking back, very calm, she set them next to Gelina and stepped back once more. There was nothing she could do. She could not even offer up her blood to him. With the vampire and demon mixed, she had no idea what it would do if it mixed with his right now. She was helpless and god damn it she fucking hated that feeling. Blood was everywhere. Her eyes began to bled silver. Her hunger was waking up and now she needed food. She looked around and grabbed a bottle of bloodwyne. She really did not like the stuff but it was better then picking off one of the guards. Popping the cork, she drained half the bottle before she took a breath and waited for Gelina to tell her to do something else.

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Looking towards Temptest now she would wipe her bloody hand against her dress, it was ruined anyway. Holding her hand out she would motion her to take her spot.

"I need air..."

She looked pale as can be for a woman who was normally at a perfect tan, depending on the time of the year. Angel was worried but the smell of blood was getting too strong. The darker side of Angel wanted out. To calm it she just needed some air.

"........."

Opening her mouth to speak, nothing seemed to come out. A few tears started to stain her pretty cheeks, one rolling down along the battle scar along her left cheek. Stupid Orc. She didn't dare take another breath. Angel was worried for him, and slowly starting to worry for her children.

"I.. i.. need to hide my children.."

If Death was anything like Logan, he would go after what Anduin held dear. Temptest.. and his children. Angel thought Tempest was old enough to take care of herself. Thoughts of Sheena and Turin came to him. Hiding them would be best. Her eyes glancing to Lina, then to Tempest. She slowly got up. Blood dripped down off of her gown, along her legs. She felt sick suddenly.

[Tempest]

Glancing to Angel, she simply nodded and sat on the floor next to Anduin. Cradling his head in her lap, she reached over and took a towel. Dipping one end into one of the pitchers of water, she began wiping away the blood. Sitting in it and smelling it did not help her hunger.

"Take them to my cabin. It is hidden deep in the woods,protected by the spells of my clan. Only five know where it is. Two of them are here, one is with that twit upstairs and the other will never return. There is an imp guarding it. He will know of your approach. If you did not wish the help, let me know now."

She looked up at Angel and saw how pale she was and she also looked like she was going to puke.

"Go. Now. Get your self air and cleaned up and get your children out of here. We will send word to you as soon as we know anything."

She looked back to Gelina and then down at Anduin's face. Mentally, she called out to the imp in her room. She told him to take Cambridge, supplies and head to the forest glade. No one would find them there. Cambridge would be fine for a day or two with out her. He was no longer breast feeding so all would be well. She hoped. She could call for Ryu but knew he was with what's her face. Protecting her son was her first concern as she watched over Anduin.

[Stoic Soul]

:As the blue serum went down his throat, Anduin's body writhed, the serum taking its effect, though slower than normal. As the wound healed, though, Anduin's eyes, still open, slowly began to change, ebon liquid covering his grey pupil until there was nothing but darkness within. Anduin's head began to shake right and left, his words coming out slightly louder now, though there was fear in his voice, his fists clenched tightly as he spoke: no, dammit no, you took me once, not again...: A pale fire formed around his hands, part black and part orange. The two colors in the flames fought with each other, indicative of the battle waging within him:

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Eyes glancing to Tempest she would shake her head lightly.

"Thank ye for tha offer, but I must send my children where I know that not even Death my follow.."

Home it was then. Realm of Dragons. Angel's haven. She would send them to Karan for awhile. She would know what to do. Hearing Anduins words seemed to drain what blood she had left in her face out.

She ran outside to the balcony. Grabbing the railing tightly within her hand. Dragons weren't afraid of anything. What was her problem? She closed her eyes, taking in a few breaths. In and out.. in and out.

Nothing should get to her like this. Not even Death. She wondered what was making her so sick, then slowly her hand was placed ontop of her slightly swollen stomach. She couldn't help but smile. She knew. Little Kaira seeming to have gone through Angel's mind. Bad baby.

Taking more slow.. deep breaths she soon opened her eyes. If needed she would fight Death once again. Placing her left hand against the railing once again she leaned down a bit, looking over towards the forest, then to the waterfalls. Some old memories seemed to come to her. Another soft smile touched her lips.

Once regaining the color in her face, her breathing normal, her stomach settled she would go back inside. Glancing to them. She was still covered in Anduins blood. She hadn't bothered to look yet. Something stirred within her soul. It wanted out...

[Tempest]

She grabbed his hand as his body shook with what looked like convulsions. She looked into his eyes and instantly felt the struggle within him. Light and dark not making peace within the soul. She watched as the darkness of black covered his iris and pupil. She listened to his words and became angry. The fire of god and evil being projected bu his hands told her the fight was just getting started. She slapped him across the face and hissed, her words low and deep.

"I know not who you are trying to take over this soul but you will have to go thru me and I am not an easy person to kill. Either let him go or come out and fight like the spineless demon that you are."

She honestly had no clue what she had just opened her self up to but she would be damned if she lost him.

[Sanguine Claws]

Something was happening.

From her bed in the cabin she'd been sleeping at recently she sat up placing hands on the bed. Wearing a thin nightie only because her children were home for the holiday festive, golden mane spilled along the shoulders as she stood up then placing a hand to her head.

"Something is wrong."

She knew it wasn't either of her children, Marcus would leave tomorrow back on his journies but Tia was to remain here on KoGM for some garou training.

The door opened slowly, Riley reached out for her sword and suddenly Dark Sentinel was there in her grasp as she turned around to face the person entering out of instinct ready to unsheathed the blade.

"Mom, there's a disturbance somewhere nearby."

In stepped a younger mirror verison of Riley, no scars, violet eyes with some gold and a more innocent appearance of a virgin. She was clothed in her purple robes hugging them to her as she simply stood there facing her mother waiting until the sword was lowered.

"It seems this Kingdom always has some darkness drawing in on itself here. Is that why you keep returning mother? To try and save it?"

Riley blinked as she saw her daughter Tia enter then lowered the blade down back onto the bed before she nodded staring out the balcony window.

"This place welcomed me as me first home away ferm Ireland, me blossom. What is this darkness ye sense specifically?"

She knew her daughter could hone in on the source but Tia though practiced in using her gifts was not practiced in those she touched hence the danger she was in everytime someone not of her blood touched her.

"A man brings Death into our domain, he fights for the very control but it is a weary battle. There are those he loves and trusts around him but fear, pain, worry surround him in those that try to help. They put him in more trouble for it causes the imbalance of it all."

"Ugh why don't they just cut him in half and put him out of his poor misery if he isn't strong enough to win this battle with so many distractions?"

It seemed it ran in the family, Marcus was standing there behind his sister in boxers that had sewn images of ducks on them. (blame the mother she made them) His dirty gold hair sticking up like a semi mohawk as a right hand lifted to scratch the scalp and a tired yawn. Still no hair on that chest so it was shaped and smooth.

"To die is easier than facin' death and challenging him at yer door, pup. Would ye have wanted me te give up sa easily then the demon, Golark had kidnapped ye with intents te get at me?"

She looked stern and cold hearted with those scars like an old battle wolf. She watched him stiffen a bit, she knew he remembered how she got that scar on her face protecting him and killing the demon. When her destiny showed itself and sent her on that journey. He looked down, his mother had done more for him than his father ever did, his father never around but his mother made sure they never forgot about him either but that never soften the blow that he never once asked about how the kids were doing.

She turned to face out the window, a firm nod then made her way towards the closet.

"Get dressed, if by the time we're ready we will go to them and offer our help."

"But Ma.... how are we suppose te help and why?"

She touched her brother's shoulder gently.

"Don't question mom, these are her people whether she go to her death she is determined to do what she can even if its just be there at their side to die fighting. You know this, we both have her fighting spirit and refuse to give up even when there is no other choice."

She stepped back, watching her brother nod then turned and went off to her room to dress in her orcale clothing.

[Stoic Soul]

:As Death fought with Anduin for control of his body, an eerily familiar voice escaped from Anduin's lips, Anduin's body beginning to writhe as the flames in his palms grew larger, the dark starting to overtake the light: This body was mine once before, and will be so again! The gods wont intervene this time...: Anduin's hair went white, the color changing like a wave. The ebon pools in Anduin's eyes drained away slightly, Anduin's head involuntarily turning to look at Tempest as Death spoke through Anduin's mouth once more: A creature of darkness? Fighting me? You forget yourself, darkling. Ill remind you your place! :With that, the black flames became dark lightning, flying from his hand straight at Tempest:

[Tempest]

The lighting struck her in the abdomen. It sent her flying back, her body hitting the wall. Laying face down, she began laughing. Gelina would think her insane but it felt as if she knew this moment would come.

"Darkling my ass. You may have had his body but you will never posses his soul."

She got to her hands and knees and looked up. Eyes pure silver, the tip of her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her mouth. Her blood metallic to the taste.

"I don't need Gods to intervene you pathetic loser. And just to let you know, there have been many before you that have tried to teach me my place. Funny thing is I still have not learned that lesson."

She wanted to fight so bad she was ready to scream. Yet she would not do anything to harm Anduin's body. Mother puss bucket, she was getting pissy. And that was not such a good thing.