Post by Ange Keating on Jun 25, 2013 13:31:23 GMT -8
They were wasting time. Meeting with the half of the Consilium that was on their side and somehow getting them to listen to their opinions was already a long shot, if the mission fell apart here, they were the equivalent of royally screwed. Aequitas was prided on its image of regality – and considering the High Council was the centerpiece of the town’s esteemed image, every single licensed guard did everything in their power to protect them from harm’s way. Needless to say, getting caught breaking into the most significant building of everything supernatural wouldn’t induce good results for the duo. Matter of fact, the luckiest they could have possibly been if apprehended was five years in a high security prison.
If they were going to do this, Olivia wanted to do this smartly. AKA, watching Dominic trying to leap over a fence had never made her want inhumane strength as much as she did now, just so she could throttle the shit out of him. But her eyebrows immediately rose at his next suggestion, gaze drifting to the cluster of men at the gates. Damn it, whenever he made her want to tear out his entrails and choke him with them, he brought forth ideas; good ideas. Ideas that Olivia wished she had thought of.
And there it was – her dislike had been restored.
“We’ll go on three,” Olivia muttered, keeping her voice low. Then, raising her pointer, she began the countdown, only for Dominic to immediately sprint forward at full force towards the entrance. Olivia hadn’t even been supplied with time to let her rage materialize before everything was instantaneously kicking into high gear. She found herself soon in motion too, grabbing the closest guard to her before they could even cause a commotion.
The man was twice her size with eyes as brilliant as liquid gold. Olivia had been trained with hand-to-hand combat, but even with years of defensive schooling, she was still severely disadvantaged when it came to battling others of the supernatural variety. The fylgha was, by far, one of the weakest physically, meaning they were the closest to humans genetically. Seeing as people of her kind were never meant to inhabit the natural world, evolution hadn’t prepared them for it. Their strongest protection resided in both entering, and manipulating other creatures dreams, planting seeds in their head, inhabiting their thoughts. Olivia knew it was a powerful gift to have – just not one that was necessarily practical or useful to her line of work.
“That’s it,” the man growled, lunging for the woman just as she quickly sidestepped out of the way, bringing a hard knee to his shin and using every ounce of power that flowed through her limbs to toss him to the floor. Only this subdued him momentarily, a growl rumbling deep in his throat. It was then Olivia noticed the gradual elongating of his nails, and the way his once clear skin, slowly turned stubbly with fur.
Fucking damn it; he was a lycan.
In an instant, he had transformed into a beast that couldn’t possibly be shorter than seven feet tall, teeth, like spears, snapping at her viciously. Olivia wanted to react, but the lycan was swift, knocking her to the grass with such intense force, her body had rolled at least five times, head throbbing as she attempted to sort the colors dotting her vision. She attempted to claw at the dirt, to grab onto something, however again her goals were slashed. Or well, her body.
Olivia cried out in pain as she felt the intense sting of claws tearing along the fabric of her blouse, palm immediately flying to the wound as she stared at her bloodied hand in dull amusement. For a moment she thought that this was it, that she would perish at the hands of the Consilium – so close, yet so far. For a moment she also figured that perhaps this was the best, that she wouldn’t have to expire in the frigid concealment of a cell. In another moment, her vision faded to black.
***
“She’s coming around,” a soft voice announced happily, soon followed by the sudden chill of what felt like a rag on her forehead. Olivia could see light from beyond her lids, and still, she couldn’t bring herself to open them. She wasn’t quite sure if it was due to her general lack of energy, or the fact that she had no desire to figure out what resided on the other side.
A low grumble sounded. “Is there any way to bring her out of this quicker? She’s been like this for half an hour.”
“Don’t rush her,” the chirpy Soprano quipped. “She’ll wake up when she feels it’s right.”
“Well she needs to feel that it’s right, right now.”
Was that Dominic? Olivia was mildly surprised with how easily she was able to distinguish his sound from others.
“Dominic?” Soprano questioned, and to Olivia’s horror, she had actually said his name out loud.
“That’s me,” he explained quickly. “Look, Olivia. We’re wasting time. The side of the Consilium that’s on our side wants to speak with us. Immediately.”
This information was enough to supply the strength needed to force open her lids, the light, at first, blinding her with its brilliance. Once her image adjusted, she took in the scenery around her instinctively. The room was comprised of ivory marble, carved into a dome as glass windows surrounded them, overlooking the back terrace. Workers were busily moving about the garden, tending to the vegetation that flooded it. There was only a singular bed in this room, the woman, who she assumed was Soprano, smiling down at her with warm, green eyes.
“And she wakes! Sit up, sweety. I’ll just give you a small injection of Alicorn, and you can be on your way. I was wary of giving it to you in your unconscious state. It isn’t exactly recommended.”
Olivia peered down at her exposed stomach, which was completely void of even a flesh wound, before tugging down her shirt subconsciously. The nurse soon returned with a tiny syringe, filled to the brim with a translucent fluid before lifting her wrist and sticking the metal end in.
By that point, Dominic had drifted off to the window, looking down at the backyard with dull intrigue.
“You should be thankful, honny. Without him, you would have lost your life.”
Olivia’s face crinkled. She had been attacked by the gates, Dom had been the only one out there at the time that wasn’t a guard. Right. Tightening her lips slightly, she safely convinced herself it was purely business. They agreed to trust each other as much as they possibly could, and he had been simply withholding his end of the arrangement.
When she didn’t speak, the woman, much to her dismay, went on. “Is he your partner?”
Instantly her eyes widened. Partners in crime? Partners in bingo? “Uh, what?” she croaked, surprised with the lack of intensity that usually shrouded her tone.
The woman laughed heartily. “You’re funny. No, sweet heart. Partners as in lovers. He risked his life out there. You should have seen it! We took you both in before the other side of the Consilium could order for your arrest.”
Even though Olivia couldn’t currently see herself, she knew her cheeks were turning a disgustingly bright red color. “No. Absolutely not.” Then, attempting to divert the subject before she could prod, she quickly added, “How is that possible? How could—I thought we would be on our way to the highest penitentiary.”
Grabbing a swab doused in a dark liquid, she shook her head with a melancholy smile. It almost made Olivia regret inquiring. “No. Ever since this disagreement broke out, the entire House has been divided as well. The Right Wing hosts the Purists, and the Left Wing, which is us, hosts the Equalists.”
Olivia’s eyes burned into that of the nurse’s, interest piqued. “Purists? Equalists?”
The nurse started placing her tools back on a metal tray. “You haven’t heard? I assumed that’s why you came here.” Pausing momentarily, it seemed as if she were considering whether to her or not. “The Purists are trying to approve the order of all creatures returning to their home regions for eternity, while the Equalists would like to promote the mixing of creatures, as they believe it is necessary for the growth of our society.” Clearing her throat, she gripped Olivia’s hand softly. “But I cannot say much, dear. It was already a stretch allowing you two to enter these quarters. You’re all done.”
Looking down at her arm incredulously, the tiny puncture wound from the injection still visible, she murmured a delayed ‘Thank you’ before carefully sliding her body out of the bed, testing her balance and then sliding into her heels with slight disappointment at the six inches she would be forced to walk in again.
The nurse looked at her warmly once more, before glancing over at Dom, who was still situated by the window. “Good luck.”
Goosebumps flushed her skin once she realized the meeting wasn’t the only thing she was offering her fortune on.