Nathena
"We're no longer having this argument. I hereby terminate this unnecessary talk."
It takes all of what remaining patience I have not to snort out loud. I can't, however, hold back my sarcasm. "Where are we? A courtroom?"
Triple-O, my mate who is supposedly known for his profound listening skills, is not pleased by my response. "I don't like your tone, love."
I throw my hands up in the air in frustration. "Do you expect me to be all cheerful after you purposely ignored me?"
"I didn't ignore you. I chose not to listen." Triple-O clarifies; probably the only man, regardless of species, that can admit that truth. This definitely helps his case with regards to his fantastic listening skills.
I might have mistaken the word listening for tuning out because that's what Triple-O has been doing the past hour. I tell him no in one ear and that plea goes out the other in less than a millisecond. "For the last time," I try to say calmly through gritted teeth, "you're not coming with me."
Triple-O sighs. He actually releases an exhausted breath as if he is the victim in our argument. "For the last time," he repeats my words in a more peaceful manner, "as your mate, I am obliged to come with you. You're going to need protection."
"I can handle myself," I reply back coldly, repeating that sentence for the tenth time. I can't seem to get through my mate's thick skull.
Triple-O can be so aggravating at times.
Actually, he's always annoying.
"Not where you're going. That place requires back up." To prove that he's not backing down, Triple-O swings his backpack over his shoulders. He's ready for my trip.
It's supposed to be my mission, not ours.
"I should have left without telling you," I mumble to myself while putting on my backpack and stomping my way to the main foyer of my house.
That's one fact that's not going to change. This is my home, not Triple-O's.
He's more like an unwanted guest.
Wow, I'm a shitty mate.
"I'm sorry Nathena, I don't have lycan hearing. What did you say?" Triple-O asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Another reason why Kenny is better than him.
I shouldn't say that because I don't want to deal with a crabby Triple-O. "Just don't get in my way," I decide to tell him and hold out my hands.
Thrilled that he won the argument, my mate grabs my hands a little too eagerly for my liking. I can feel the sparks from his touch, reminding me that he is in fact my mate and I should treat him with more respect. Together, we intertwine our powers, doubling our strength, and chant the Latin words required to teleport.
The beauty of teleportation is that there is no stomach sickening sensation. On the contrary, the whole process feels like a peaceful meditation. My hair gently swirls to the force of the power of the spell. My eyes feel slightly warmer as the world of auras come clear to me. I can see Triple-O's purple aura. It's similar to mine in that sense because all sorcerers have a purple aura for a base and then it depends on our family heritage for the rest of the shades. Triple-O's aura is mixed with shades of dark red that represents the Older clan's power but his colour is nothing compared to my family's golden aura.
Thankfully, the entire spell doesn't take too long to finish. I wouldn't want to be staring at Triple-O's aura much more than I have to.
I seriously need to take some classes on manners on how to act towards your mate. I'm too much of a douche bag.
But that's because Triple-O isn't the mate I wanted to have.
My mind becomes filled with images of a breathtaking man in his early twenties with the hottest shades of dirty blond hair I have ever seen. I've been surrounded by hot guys all my life; that's what happens when you grow up in the Lycan community. Those creatures are too smokin' for their own good but out of all the lycan's that I've seen, Kenny is the fairest of them all. Hot doesn't begin to describe how amazing he looks. I was practically drooling the first time I laid my eyes on him.
Actually, I was drooling.
His hotness isn't the only quality he has going for him. Kenny's hilarious personality always makes my heart swell and puts a smile on my face. He is one of the top strongest Lycans on the planet due to being the third son of the most powerful Beta to ever live. Kenny's sight is supreme; other lycan's, even Vex, have a hard time competing against him in that department.
Yet my most favourite quality about Kenny is his commitment. He can be the most stubbornness ass but with good intentions. For the ones he cares about, Kenny will never let them down.
Therefore I trust him with my life.
"Nathena?" I snap out from my thoughts to be staring at my mate who is back to looking to normal without the auras. I blink a few times, noticing my eyes have gone back to their regular temperature. They have stopped glowing and we've reached our destination.
I gulp, reconsidering if this was a good idea. I'm starting to feel glad that Triple-O refused to let me go on my own. I would have been so screwed if I came here by myself.
At least this way, Triple-O and I have some sort of chance to hold our ground against the petite venator watching us a few feet away from us. She's appears to be a few years younger than us and her tiny frame probably has struggles with picking up a five pound weight but her eyes confirms my thoughts that this little girl can take us down without batting an eye.
Those purple eyes never lose focus. That colour clearly states that she is an Energy Venator.
The type of venator specifically designed to take down sorcerers.
I already feel empty on the inside, no longer connected to my powers. She blocked our abilities and all she did was smile.
I let go of Triple-O's hands in order to face the female venator properly. "We're here to speak with William Hanceville."
The little girl tilts her head to the side, appearing innocent. I would have thought she was helplessly lost in the Venator's North American headquarters if it weren't for the fact that she belongs here. It's eerie to think that such a tiny girl can cause my heart to beat at an accelerated rate while my body involuntarily shakes with fear. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm scared shitless right now. I'm no idiot; I know the potential harm she can bestow on my if she thinks of me as a threat.
As Grandma Becca always said, the key to survive an encounter with a venator is to show them that your a wimpy p*ssy.
Looks like Triple-O didn't get the memo. The fool has actually taken a step closer to the girl, squaring his shoulders to appear intimidating. I stare at him with wide eyes, maintaining my scared appearance while on the inside, I'm imagining myself performing a spell that forces my idiot of a mate to experience the harshest wedgie of his life.
Seriously, who does he think he is? Triple-O has no chance against the energy venator, regardless of her size.
"My mate gave you a request. I suggest you tell us where he is." Triple-O demands. I'm giving myself mentally the biggest face palm of my life right not. It's bad enough that Triple-O hasn't showed the girl any respect. What makes matters a thousand times worse is the fact that Triple-O didn't refer to William Hanceville by his name.
That's considered as the most disrespectful act towards any venator and is a guarantee way to piss them off.
Oddly enough, the little girl doesn't show any signs that Triple-O ticked her off. Maybe she's one of the nice venators? They do exist, it's just that the majority of them take their job a little too seriously. There is a possibility that the little girl is a pro in meditation and has mastered the technique of staying calm no matter what kind of situation she's put into.
Then the little girl smiles, revealing a smile with her two front teeth missing, and Triple-O's body tumbles to the ground as if his legs turned to jello.
"Triple-O," I hesitantly call out quietly but it's no use. He's been put into a heavy sleep.
Or maybe the little girl made him unconscious. Thank her and leave.
Yup, I'm definitely educating myself on manners 101 when I return home. Triple-O would be outraged if he got a mare glimpse at my thoughts.
"You just had to bring an Older with you," the little girl says, staring at Triple-O's body without any remorse. "That clan has some issues when it comes to respect."
All I can do is nod my head, too shocked to utter a single word.
If I attempted to speak, I'd probably just pathetically squeak.
Wow, I just rhymed there and shouldn't have distracted myself. Instead, I should do what any other mate would do and act worried. I stare at Triple-O's lump body on the ground, feeling content that he's not awake and blabbing at me at one million words a minute.
And the 'Worst Mate Award' goes to me!
"Um," I manage to say, finding my voice, "why am I not in the same state as that guy." I try my best to sound innocent and worried, not even bothering to refer to Triple-O by his name because I'm scared that would anger the energy venator. Personally, I don't want to be in the same position as Triple-O.
The ground looks uncomfortable.
"You're a Juniata. I know from personal experience that your clan is not only powerful, but funny. Becca Juniata is one hell of an oldie if you ask me." The little girl casually says, making me feel as if I'm speaking to an elementary school kid instead of a being that can knock me out with a single thought. Maybe I shouldn't keep reminding myself that I'm talking to a venator. I'll be a lot calmer then.
"You know my grandma?" I ask, keeping it cool, or as cool as I can be. "Have you seen her recently?" I can't hide the hope I'm feeling. "Is she here?" I didn't realize that I bombarded the girl with too many questions until after I finish saying or, more accurately, yelling them in her face.
Oh shit!
Please don't knock the living daylights out of me as you did with my mate.
Pretty please!
Instead of getting an eerie smile from her, the little girl laughs. Her laugh is like any other child's: musical and cheerful that makes your heart melt from the intensity. I resist the urge to say awe. I don't want to push things. "Of course! That's why I didn't knock you out. I figured Becca wouldn't be pleased if she found out." The venator answers me in glee but the next second, she is serious again. Any sort of proof that she was laughing her ass off just a second ago is gone. I nearly forgot that she was actually smiling; that's how serious her mood suddenly became. "As for the whereabouts of Becca, I have no idea. Why don't we sit down?" The girl randomly suggests, ushering me to the couches off to the side.
I haven't even gotten the chance to examine the area I was in until now. The room isn't anything fancy, unlike Vex's palace. Metal walls surround us but not to the point where someone would feel claustrophobic. There's enough room to jog laps if someone wished.
It's a shame I'm not a person that advertises fitness.
To the side of the room are white, contemporary couches with a small tea table in the middle. I take a seat on the farthest couch away from the venator but sadly, I'm facing her.
Those violet eyes are incredibly intimidating, my eyes move away from hers instantly and focus in on the wall behind her.
That's where I notice the wording engraved in the wall with flowers in glass holders mounted on the wall around the elegant handwriting.
Melanie Courtney Hanceville, 1996-2099
"Oh sh-," I nearly exclaimed, realizing where I teleported myself.
"I suggest you don't finish that sentence, Juniata. Even though you're Becca's granddaughter, I won't have you disrespecting William's dead wife." The venator warns me. I shut up immediately, bring my attention back to her while trying to avoid her eyes.
What a pretty nose she has...
"Now, why do you wish to see William?"
"Um," I gulp stupidly, lost for words, "um, you see, William Hanceville might be my only shot at locating my friends." I could have slapped myself then and there. I really am an idiot and judging by the venator's annoyed expression, she is too?
"Help find your friends?" She repeats, clarifying more so to herself that I, in fact, just said that. "Are you serious right now? This is not a matter for William to deal with. Why not just ask one of your lycan friends." Her ticked off tone was starting to freak my out. I could feel a bit of sweat rolling down my forehead at the thought of what an angry venator could do to me.
Lets just say I'm not liking what my imagination is coming up with.
"Please, I'm not trying to waste your time. This is an emergency." I plead.
The energy venator rolls her eyes, "if I permitted anyone who declared an emergency to see William, that guy wouldn't even have time to take a dump. I suggest you get your mate and yourself out of here before I count to three," she informs me, calmly and begins the count down.
"One"
"Please, help me," I beg. I should have watched my wording when I explain why I needed their help. I should have stayed calm instead of panicking. I'll never be able to see Kenny and Raylea because I'm so weak.
"Two"
Panicking, because I have no time left, I frantically utter the words for the teleportation spell. I can feel the spell working as the magic courses throughout my body. I transport Triple-O first and, before I get my own ass out of the room with the horrifying energy venator, I look her straight into her violet eyes with the little courage I have. "They're trapped in the prison dome; my friends: Kenny Larx and Raylea Venns!"
Then I teleport out of there. In a span of five seconds, I leave from the cold headquarter's room to my garden. I transported Triple-O to my living room, specifically my couch. Who knows how long the guy will be out and I don't want him taking up all the space on my bed.
Feeling helpless yet again, I grip my hair and scream, falling down to my knees on the snow. Not even my beautiful garden can keep my calm. I have failed pathetically. The venator gave me the opportunity to potentially grant me help but I lost all chances of that ever happening.
How could I do this to Kenny and Raylea? I just had to say that I needed to help my friends? Really? I just had to say something along the lines of that? Why couldn't I just get straight to the point?!
My friends were taken to the prison dome and they're innocent. Their names are Kennywood Larx and Raylea Venns.
How hard is it to say that?!
I tighten my hold on my hair, finding that the pain helps dull my internal struggle.
I need a shirt that says dumbass, pronto.
Can someone slap me?
I stay on the freezing ground for a couple of minutes, relishing in the cold while maintaining my hold on my hair. My breathing slowly goes back to normal instead of frantically panting. I don't feel any scream lurking within me.
Maybe I've calmed down.
"Let go of your hair, girl. Those gorgeous locks didn't do anything to deserve such cruelty," a high pitched voice amusingly calls out in front of me. I instantly release my hair and whip my head up to stare at an individual in disbelief. Never in my life would I expect this person to be standing in my garden.
Her confidence is radiating off of her as she stands tall and proud. She looks like she can take on venator from the way she holds her self in her combat outfit, which I'd never think I'd see her wear.
I always categorized her as a spoiled princess but this? She looks like a badass solider!
Her camouflage pants hang loose on her, most likely to allow for flexibility. The pants are the kind that were commonly seen in human armies back when humans were in control of the planet. She wears a black tank top, unaffected by the bitter winter, and her long blond hair is tied up in a high pony tail. I can't help but notice the weapons she has strapped onto her.
Is that a gun?
And did she just compliment my hair?
"W-what are your doing here?" I ask, struggling to find my voice after my loud screaming session. My voice ended up sounding horse, like I haven't drank water in forever, or however long I can go without dying.
Lilianna, Vex's fiancee, smirks at me. "You need my help."
"Huh?" I ask, appalled by the fact that I would ever need this woman's aid in anything. I don't care if she's the only person that could help me. I much rather face death in dignity then accept help from her.
Then again, maybe death is a bit too extreme of an example.
"I know about Larx and Vex's mate," she tells me, "and I'm going to help you find them."
It's a good thing there's snow on the ground. This way, when I faint from the immense astonishment, it won't hurt as much. "Why do you want to help? Better yet, how can you help me?"
Lilianna appears offended. "Are you not aware that I'm the strongest female lycan around? Besides, I know how to find the prison dome."
Hearing this information, intrigues me. Even if it's Lilianna, I'll suck it up if it means I'll see Kenny again.
And Raylea, don't forget about her!
"Why are you so eager to help me?"
Lilianna crosses her arms over her chest, any ounce of amusement gone. Her posture remains stiff as she tells me through gritted teeth the words I hadn't expected her to say.
"My mate is in the prison dome."
My legs started to buckle.
To anyone who is still reading this, I just need to tell you that all of you are amazing! The support you guys have given me is what pushes me to continue writing this story. Sadly, due to school, the next update will be in May BUT once May rolls around, updates will be EVERY friday (unless something unexpected happens and I can't)!!!!
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Next Update: May 15th, 2015
Triple-O off to the side there ~~~~~>
~Till Next Time