DoL Part Two

chapter two

My legend began long ago, with the first rain, the first sunset and sunrise. The first sigh of the earth as she took her first breath. The first race of sun after moon across the sky. The birth of their first son to blanket the night sky in stares. My story began that night. My legend unfolding from my birth. The earth, for unknown reasons, had been born in a blanket of snow and I had been born into that white world.
I did not know the why's and how's of my new home. Did not know how I came to be or how existence worked. I did not know anything. That was when I was first told that I would know later, towards the end of my story. When others began and I could see how it happened, how it worked. That first night had burned my lungs, so crisp and pure the air had been. So cold and strange the ground beneath my padded feet. I had run, run for all I was worth to explore this world and learn the ways of my new form.
My body, it was called. And the moon called out to me, for me to stop, and it was as she was sinking into the day and the sun was rising, climbing his way into the day, that I finally stopped and listened to her. The goddess had smiled upon me and touched my brow with a pure white finger tip, leaving a cold white burn on my brow in the shape of a star. Her first child, she called me. I would be to name and create every other creature. To my father, my gaze had shifted, he gave me a silent nod of pride and respect and had waved his hand in a wide arch.
Go my child, he had said, and learn the ways of the world. Learn everything my sister can teach you. Record everything you learn so that others might know it. Set the world, let it begin. This, what will you call it? He had said, and I had answered eager to carry out their will. Life, I had said. This is Life. What is life? He had asked me. The beginning I had said, foolish I had been. He smiled vaguely. Then it is the beginning my child.

- - -From the pages of the Diary of Life

I sigh heavily and peel my wet clothes off my body walking to the back room of my suite. We lived in this castle, oh what a cliché right? Not really, it was more a simple mansion large enough to be called a castle. However, it was built upon the remains of the original house of my pack. The original castle? It had fallen, as had all the others, nearly a century ago. Now we lived in a mansion with extensive meadows and forests.

The silk peeled from my flesh with a sucking pop as I dropped the water logged garment onto the floor beside the corset. I didn't try and peel the leather pants off just yet. The need special attention, also known as hot water. I walked into the bathroom off the side of my room and ran the water, waiting for it to grow hotter. A fist beat at my door and I scrunched my nose sniffing, pricking my human ears listening. It was Carlisle.

I grab a robe and hold it against my body, to lazy to figure the contraption out right now and put it on, and open the door. "You need something, Carlisle?" I ask calmly of my red guard. He shouldn't have been let this far into my suite. My ladies should have stopped him in the reading room and come to me. Why was it him standing at my bedroom door.

"I'm not letting you go there alone tomorrow, nor are you taking any other guards, I will be enough." He says, trying to hide the desire in his eyes.

"I figured you'd be saying that, Carlisle, and to be honest. You're the best warrior here not employed as my fathers guard, and that's because he told you to watch me. You're the only one I'd trust there. However, I do not think he will settle with only the three he had tonight. I will be bringing Damien with us." I turn shutting the door in the process. A hand reached out and stopped the oak.

He sniffs my room. "Herbs?" He asks. "Do they not irritate your nose?" Then he changed the topic back to tomorrow. "You will not be bringing Damien, he's a useless foolish pup who will take everything they do, every breath, as a threat upon your life." I grin.

"And you didn't tonight?" I demand.

"I had not known Ramses was there. I would not have been so ready to pounce had I known back up was so close at hand."

"Ramses is always there. Carlisle and you know it. You were showing off." I turn back to the door. "Now remove yourself from my quarters."

"No, not until you agree to my plans tomorrow."

"Carlisle, I am princess, inheritor of this pack. Do not make me draw upon my rank to punish you for disobedience." I say in a low, serious, voice. He flinches slightly, but only slightly, refusing to break his position he stands holding my door open a determined line made of his tight mouth. "Carlisle." I warn darkening my tone.

"I do not fear you princess." He says calmly. I narrow my eyes and reach out, grabbing his hand in a feather light touch, just a brush of my hand over his. He flinches trying to pull away. I tighten my grip only enough to not loose contact. He cries out in pain and falls to his knees as I watch him calmly. His body convulsed on the floor and he cried out again. Sweat beaded his brow and I let him go. He crawls away from me whimpering.

"You do not fear me, Carlisle. But you fear what I can do." I whisper as he passes out under the large bench couch my father had given me. One of my ladies wanders over. "Leave him, he will wake soon, I will speak with him when he does." She nods and disappears again.

I step into my room shutting my door and dropping the silk robe, I walk into my bathroom and climb into the shower letting the hot water burn my chilled skin. I peel the leather from my body while standing the water and toss it aside, chuck another pair of ruined pants to the wind. Had I not shifted in the rain, they would have been fine. D****t.

I step out of the water shutting it off and shake like a dog and walk into my room without bothering to wrap a towel around my body.  I tug on a simple, plane, black bra and matching boy shorts. My hair dried on it's own, rather well, and settled into place without much trouble. Of course, not much for me was hell for most women.

Carlisle stirs, under the couch he'd hidden beneath, while I sit staring at him from my own relaxed leather chair. My thin athletic body was pale, against all the black in my rooms and my hair was a deep crimson yellow, sort of like saffron mixed with goldenrod. I scrunch my nose a moment before smiling at the terrified man. He crawls out from under the couch and into my lap nuzzling my neck. "Why?" He asks quietly.

"Because, I'd rather cause great pain then leave you with thoughts and images that would torment you forever. Pain, pain hurts. But only for a minute, Carlisle. It fades, it heals, it goes away. Images, and thoughts, do not. They are burned into your mind and torment you eternally."

"But why did you have to do it?"

"Because, you're a stubborn subordinate male who needed to know his place. That is what father would want me to say... but the truth is, I lost my temper. I'm sorry. You were only trying to protect me, help me see that my idea was a bad one. But I'm not changing my mind, Carlisle. Deal with it, okay?" I rub his back and he stands up staring at me. I shrug, the silky waves of my hair tickling my pale shoulders. He blinks and looks away from me.

"I'm going to get some rest, Carlisle. I suggest you do the same. I'm out of here before dawn, well before." I stand and walk back into my room shutting the door behind me with a soft breath of air, stirred by the movements, and a tiny click from the lock. Carlisle didn't watch me, we both knew why. I waited and listened, hearing him sag onto the couch he'd hidden under, hearing his heavy torment sigh and then nothing. Only the soft faint whispers of air through the room as he slept.

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