“Open your eyes Shade and look at me. You remember me don’t you?” Darren’s breath felt hot against her cold cheeks as his hand lifted her chin, bringing her face even with his. She blinked at him. Her eyes revealing nothing. She wanted to hit him, kick him, and damage him in some way that would be permanent. Her hate throbbed through her body like a venomous poison that filled her up and made her vision blur with spiteful tears. She tried not to show it to him though. He would enjoy it way too much. He would stand there and bask in it, laughing at her helplessness. No, she would not let him take that from her.
“You do remember me!” His haughty laugh made her wince. “I have often wondered what became of you since you left me to rot in the mirror shards at Teleen. I’ve fantasized about asking you how exactly you were able to do that. You aren’t as helpless as you look half-breed. I would very much love to know what else you can do. Would you like to show me?” His fingers traced her cheekbone gently, but the feel of his touch made her sick and her stomach sour. She bit her lip to keep from spitting in his face.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun Shade. I promise you that. I’m not allowed to kill, irrevocably hurt, or maim you. Queen Aveta has forbidden it. She’s no fun. Supposedly she needs you for whatever it is she needs you for. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t really care. There are other ways to enjoy our time together. So many ways.” Darren’s voice was but a whisper in her ear as his lips slightly touched her neck and face. Shade cringed, turned away, and prayed he would go away. His touch was like the heat of a hot poker jammed into her side. He breathed her in deeply. Hovering so close that she felt his long black hair, so much like his brother Dylan’s, brush against her face.
“You’re still pathetic Darren. You’ll never live up to your brother’s shadow, will you? You should have stayed home in Teleen where you belong. Buried in rock.” Shade’s own voice scared her. It bled of icy narcissism, and sounded empty. It was almost as cold as his voice.
Darren jerked back to stare at her in the eyes once again. His blue-grey eyes burned back at her in the dim light of the cell. They were the same color as Dylan’s too, but the soul behind them couldn’t be more different. His mouth pressed down into a thin line, full of contempt at the mention of his brother.
“Dylan is nothing to me. We are no longer brothers, remember? He left me to rot in Teleen.” Darren turned to pace the stone floor, deep in thought and agitated.
Ah, a sore spot.
“How dare you speak of him anyway?” Darren inquired, glaring at her. “He has abandoned you. You know what that entails, don’t you? He’s probably dead for betraying his bond to you. Where is he Shade? Where is my brother, the hero, who should have saved his little maiden in distress?” His cackle echoed across the damp stone walls and filled her soul with dread as he lifted her hanging head back up to his face.
“Not here, is he? Dylan has failed you like he failed me. Did you think that after what happened between us, I could ever again live in peace in my home at Teleen?” Darren’s head shook violently back and forth as he let her head drop once more. “No, I could not. Who wants a ‘murderer’ in their presence? No, I had to leave before they killed me themselves.” He sighed, staring off into the walls as if watching a distant memory play out just for him.
“All because of you Shade. It’s all your fault. You took all I had, and stole it away from me with a tap of your hand.” His empty eyes hovered back to her, making her withdraw from him a bit. His eyes were much more frightening than before when they had danced with just a bit of mischief. Now the emptiness inside him screamed of a terrible psychosis that was capable of anything. He was as unstable as a person, or in his case a Faery, got. Shade did not want to find out what he was capable of exactly.
“Now Shade, I get to pay back some of that pain you caused me.” Darren sneered as he pulled out a dagger. It was very sharp, thin, and shined as he held it out for her to see. Its gold and jeweled hilt glinted in the dim torchlight that lined the stone walls. He brought it up to her face, pressing its point into the middle of her cheek. Shade pulled away as far as the wall would let her. She felt the sting of the sharpened edge pierce her skin as he dragged it down her cheek. She screamed as the cut burned with pain.
“Shhh, shhh, Shade. We don’t want to wake the dead, do we? Just a cut here, a cut there. Nothing you will miss.” His evil laugh shook her as his closeness let her feel it vibrate through their bodies. She prayed he really didn’t take anything she would miss, and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to block him and the pain out.
“Look at me when I talk to you! You think you’re better than me, don’t you?” Darren slashed at her ribs, making her gasp and sputter as he held her face with his other hand, stifling her scream. “Well, you’re quite wrong there. I’m not a half-breed piss-on like you!” His cackle rang through her ears as her head began to swim from the pain arresting her chest.
Warm fluid dripped down her sides as the wound bled and poured down her leg. Her shirt soaked in no time, making her wonder how deep he had cut her. She bit down on her lip as she waited for his next move. The blood loss and pain threatened to send her into unconsciousness as the room swam in her vision. She breathed in slowly and she blinked hard to keep her eyes open.
Dylan, where are you? I need you, help me!
“That is enough, Darren. Queen Aveta needs you topside. I wouldn’t keep her waiting.” Corb’s deep velvety voice rang through the doorway as he ducked in. He stood with his arms on his waist staring Darren down as he spoke.
“What? I just got started! Is it urgent?” Darren’s whiny voice jolted her back to the room. Her eyes strained to focus on the two men.
“Everything is urgent with Queen Aveta. I suggest you do not keep her waiting.” Corb stepped forward as he came to stand in front of her. Darren huffed as he cleaned his blade with a dirty rag he had grabbed from the cell floor and tossed it back. He bolted out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.
Corb examined Shade up and down, sizing her injuries with a glance. He grasped her chin and lifted her head to stare into her eyes. Remembering that he was telepathic, she mustered all her strength as she sent words to him with her weakening mind.
Help me, Corb, please…
“I am truly sorry little one. But I can’t. It does seem Darren gets a little too excited with his toys. I do apologize. I do not condone torture.” Corb ran his hand over her cheek, as he held steadfast on to her chin and held her head up. His icy fingers left a freezing trail over her cheek that turned into a fiery hot burn where he had traced her injury. Shade gasped as she pulled away, the chains clanked and rattled with her movements.
“No, please don’t hurt me!” Shade’s voice sounded small, and it cracked as she spoke.
“Hush, I’m not going to. This might burn a little, but if you are not healed, I’m afraid you will be of no use to anyone anymore.” He moved his hand to her side, reaching through the shredded fabric to run his cold hand over the warm seeping wound on her ribs. The same ice-fire feeling flared up as she clenched her teeth together. She felt the burn knit the wound together until the pain subsided into a dull throb.
Shade looked up at Corb’s expressionless face. So full of nothing, but she knew better. His eyes gleamed like moonlight from the flickering torches.
“Why did you heal me? So I won’t die right away?” Shade let her head hang down, a slow cackle leaving her lips, feeling more alone than ever before. Wanting to cry the tears that she had held back with Darren, her despair began choking her as she breathed.
“No. Like I said, I don’t condone torture. You are much more useful alive and well than weak or dead. I will have a word with Darren about that. But first..” Corb reached around her neck, unhinging the ampoule of Santiran Water from around her neck. “The Queen wants this Magic. You will wield it for her soon. I would do as she says if I were you, or your family will not be as fortunate to live next time.” He pocketed the ampoule and reached up. He tapped the chains, and they immediately unclasped, sending Shade crumbling to the ground. Corb caught her before she pummeled to the floor, helping her to a cot in the corner of the room. Laying her down, he covered her with a blanket.
“I will have some food brought. Do try to eat something.” With that he turned, locking the cell door behind him.
Shade lay where he had left her. The dull burning throb on her side still complained. She wished she had her powers back so she could heal faster. Now left powerless, she felt the sting of tears well up in her eyes. No one was coming. No one even knew where to find her. She let the warm tears spill down and dampen the pillow under her head. Letting the fatigue overtake her, she prayed for no dreams as she fell into a deep, dark sleep.
*****
THE TORTURE DID not end. Darren was sent again and again to pummel her with his brute force, and cut her if she did not answer his questions satisfactorily. The days dragged on. Corb continued to visit her. Healing her wounds with his icy touch in between Darren’s abuse, and bringing food and water. Corb never left her chained to the wall like Darren did, but always gently laid her in the cot that was now her bed.
Shade wondered what Corb’s motivations were. Maybe he was even crueler than Darren for healing her so that she could take another session of pain and suffering, and still survive. After a while, she didn’t really care. She was relieved that her virtue remained intact, guessing that even the most evil of the Faeries did not condone forcing another person in that way. She was sure Darren was not opposed to it, but had to abide to the Queen’s rules or risk her anger.
No one came to rescue her though. No one was going to come. Shade had resigned to that. The Queen’s dark army surrounded the place, and anyone trying to penetrate it was either suicidal or insane.
Shade had been brought before Aveta several times. Each time the Queen would ask her sweetly to help her with the Water Magic, to use it to gain ground over the Seelie forces. The Queen’s beauty fascinated Shade, but she continued to refuse to help her each time, and each time always ended with Darren’s wrath and Aveta’s anger growing tenfold. Shade’s fascination was quickly replaced with hate. She found that Aveta was nothing but a beautiful shell around a rock-hard evil interior. There was nothing beautiful inside her at all.
The weeks went by, and Shade lost count of just how many. She hardly ate, even with Corb pestering her. Her continued refusal to help them with the Water Magic made her think that she would be discarded soon. Her thinning frame and pallor probably assured them that she would probably not last long enough to push them that far. She knew her mother would have secured the family better this time. Corb would not let on if he was going to fulfill the threat of harming them or not. Either way, Shade’s silence was wearing everyone down.
One day Shade woke to find Corb shaking her. She felt too weak to sit up at his request. He looked into her eyes, feeling her pulse and assessing her weakness. She watched him frown and leave the room for a moment, not bothering to lock the door behind him. She knew that she was too weak to escape on her own now. Corb probably knew that too. She laid there for what felt like an eternity, dozing on and off when she felt Corb shaking her awake again.
“What is it?” Shade mumbled as his ice cold fingers jolted her from her sleep.
“Drink this, Shade. You’re getting far too weak.” He helped her sit up, holding her as he shoved a cup of swirling, silver, fluid towards her lips.
“What is it Corb?”
“Just drink it!” She watched his face, expecting his features to match the urgency of his voice. When they didn’t, she did as he said and sipped down the liquid. It felt warm as it ran down her throat and into her belly. She finished it and handed the cup back.
“Can I sleep again now? I’m just really tired.” Shade rubbed her eyes, feeling all of the aches disappear from her thinning body. She looked back at Corb as she gathered her strength to sit up without his assistance.
“No, you have to come with me. Your kind needs sunlight. It will help you heal.” Corb pulled her up, letting her lean against him.
“What? Sunlight? I don’t think I need it, but that would be nice. It’s been weeks. If I had my powers, I could heal much better. Don’t get me wrong, you heal me just fine, but I feel withered without my own magic Corb.” Shade stumbled as they walked into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. Corb held on firmly, never letting her fall or stumble.
“Corb, can I ask you something?” Shade asked, still feeling dizzy on the steep, winding stairs.
“Yes.” Corb’s voice was soft and velvety, filling her with a soothing feeling. Shade smiled.
“Wow, you can change your voice to make people feel different, huh? Dylan can do that too.” Shade said, her face growing serious as she wondered if Dylan was feeling all her pain. It had to be affecting him too. The blood bind would have made him feel her distress. Oh why doesn’t he come?
“Yes, I can. It is a rare but useful talent. We’re almost there, watch your step.” He helped her up the last few steps, or rather dragged her up them. Her legs were failing in their part. She held onto Corb for dear life. The door at the top finally came into view, and he opened it easily while holding her up with one of his arms. She wondered why he was so determined to get her outside.
“Why do you help me? Did Aveta tell you to?” Shade gripped weakly at his embrace, awaiting his answers.
He put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.
Shade squeezed her eyes shut as bright sunlight poured onto her like fire. Her eyes cramped as they adjusted to the light. Corb pulled her out onto what looked like a large sitting area. The stones under her bare feet felt cold, and the cool breeze sweeping across the tower sent ripples of shivers through her. Corb draped a large fur over her, and pulled her to the edge of a wall where he pulled the fur around both of them, holding her close. He didn’t feel icy cold, like usual. She let the thought drift from her mind, enjoying the view around her.
“You do remember me!” His haughty laugh made her wince. “I have often wondered what became of you since you left me to rot in the mirror shards at Teleen. I’ve fantasized about asking you how exactly you were able to do that. You aren’t as helpless as you look half-breed. I would very much love to know what else you can do. Would you like to show me?” His fingers traced her cheekbone gently, but the feel of his touch made her sick and her stomach sour. She bit her lip to keep from spitting in his face.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun Shade. I promise you that. I’m not allowed to kill, irrevocably hurt, or maim you. Queen Aveta has forbidden it. She’s no fun. Supposedly she needs you for whatever it is she needs you for. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t really care. There are other ways to enjoy our time together. So many ways.” Darren’s voice was but a whisper in her ear as his lips slightly touched her neck and face. Shade cringed, turned away, and prayed he would go away. His touch was like the heat of a hot poker jammed into her side. He breathed her in deeply. Hovering so close that she felt his long black hair, so much like his brother Dylan’s, brush against her face.
“You’re still pathetic Darren. You’ll never live up to your brother’s shadow, will you? You should have stayed home in Teleen where you belong. Buried in rock.” Shade’s own voice scared her. It bled of icy narcissism, and sounded empty. It was almost as cold as his voice.
Darren jerked back to stare at her in the eyes once again. His blue-grey eyes burned back at her in the dim light of the cell. They were the same color as Dylan’s too, but the soul behind them couldn’t be more different. His mouth pressed down into a thin line, full of contempt at the mention of his brother.
“Dylan is nothing to me. We are no longer brothers, remember? He left me to rot in Teleen.” Darren turned to pace the stone floor, deep in thought and agitated.
Ah, a sore spot.
“How dare you speak of him anyway?” Darren inquired, glaring at her. “He has abandoned you. You know what that entails, don’t you? He’s probably dead for betraying his bond to you. Where is he Shade? Where is my brother, the hero, who should have saved his little maiden in distress?” His cackle echoed across the damp stone walls and filled her soul with dread as he lifted her hanging head back up to his face.
“Not here, is he? Dylan has failed you like he failed me. Did you think that after what happened between us, I could ever again live in peace in my home at Teleen?” Darren’s head shook violently back and forth as he let her head drop once more. “No, I could not. Who wants a ‘murderer’ in their presence? No, I had to leave before they killed me themselves.” He sighed, staring off into the walls as if watching a distant memory play out just for him.
“All because of you Shade. It’s all your fault. You took all I had, and stole it away from me with a tap of your hand.” His empty eyes hovered back to her, making her withdraw from him a bit. His eyes were much more frightening than before when they had danced with just a bit of mischief. Now the emptiness inside him screamed of a terrible psychosis that was capable of anything. He was as unstable as a person, or in his case a Faery, got. Shade did not want to find out what he was capable of exactly.
“Now Shade, I get to pay back some of that pain you caused me.” Darren sneered as he pulled out a dagger. It was very sharp, thin, and shined as he held it out for her to see. Its gold and jeweled hilt glinted in the dim torchlight that lined the stone walls. He brought it up to her face, pressing its point into the middle of her cheek. Shade pulled away as far as the wall would let her. She felt the sting of the sharpened edge pierce her skin as he dragged it down her cheek. She screamed as the cut burned with pain.
“Shhh, shhh, Shade. We don’t want to wake the dead, do we? Just a cut here, a cut there. Nothing you will miss.” His evil laugh shook her as his closeness let her feel it vibrate through their bodies. She prayed he really didn’t take anything she would miss, and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to block him and the pain out.
“Look at me when I talk to you! You think you’re better than me, don’t you?” Darren slashed at her ribs, making her gasp and sputter as he held her face with his other hand, stifling her scream. “Well, you’re quite wrong there. I’m not a half-breed piss-on like you!” His cackle rang through her ears as her head began to swim from the pain arresting her chest.
Warm fluid dripped down her sides as the wound bled and poured down her leg. Her shirt soaked in no time, making her wonder how deep he had cut her. She bit down on her lip as she waited for his next move. The blood loss and pain threatened to send her into unconsciousness as the room swam in her vision. She breathed in slowly and she blinked hard to keep her eyes open.
Dylan, where are you? I need you, help me!
“That is enough, Darren. Queen Aveta needs you topside. I wouldn’t keep her waiting.” Corb’s deep velvety voice rang through the doorway as he ducked in. He stood with his arms on his waist staring Darren down as he spoke.
“What? I just got started! Is it urgent?” Darren’s whiny voice jolted her back to the room. Her eyes strained to focus on the two men.
“Everything is urgent with Queen Aveta. I suggest you do not keep her waiting.” Corb stepped forward as he came to stand in front of her. Darren huffed as he cleaned his blade with a dirty rag he had grabbed from the cell floor and tossed it back. He bolted out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.
Corb examined Shade up and down, sizing her injuries with a glance. He grasped her chin and lifted her head to stare into her eyes. Remembering that he was telepathic, she mustered all her strength as she sent words to him with her weakening mind.
Help me, Corb, please…
“I am truly sorry little one. But I can’t. It does seem Darren gets a little too excited with his toys. I do apologize. I do not condone torture.” Corb ran his hand over her cheek, as he held steadfast on to her chin and held her head up. His icy fingers left a freezing trail over her cheek that turned into a fiery hot burn where he had traced her injury. Shade gasped as she pulled away, the chains clanked and rattled with her movements.
“No, please don’t hurt me!” Shade’s voice sounded small, and it cracked as she spoke.
“Hush, I’m not going to. This might burn a little, but if you are not healed, I’m afraid you will be of no use to anyone anymore.” He moved his hand to her side, reaching through the shredded fabric to run his cold hand over the warm seeping wound on her ribs. The same ice-fire feeling flared up as she clenched her teeth together. She felt the burn knit the wound together until the pain subsided into a dull throb.
Shade looked up at Corb’s expressionless face. So full of nothing, but she knew better. His eyes gleamed like moonlight from the flickering torches.
“Why did you heal me? So I won’t die right away?” Shade let her head hang down, a slow cackle leaving her lips, feeling more alone than ever before. Wanting to cry the tears that she had held back with Darren, her despair began choking her as she breathed.
“No. Like I said, I don’t condone torture. You are much more useful alive and well than weak or dead. I will have a word with Darren about that. But first..” Corb reached around her neck, unhinging the ampoule of Santiran Water from around her neck. “The Queen wants this Magic. You will wield it for her soon. I would do as she says if I were you, or your family will not be as fortunate to live next time.” He pocketed the ampoule and reached up. He tapped the chains, and they immediately unclasped, sending Shade crumbling to the ground. Corb caught her before she pummeled to the floor, helping her to a cot in the corner of the room. Laying her down, he covered her with a blanket.
“I will have some food brought. Do try to eat something.” With that he turned, locking the cell door behind him.
Shade lay where he had left her. The dull burning throb on her side still complained. She wished she had her powers back so she could heal faster. Now left powerless, she felt the sting of tears well up in her eyes. No one was coming. No one even knew where to find her. She let the warm tears spill down and dampen the pillow under her head. Letting the fatigue overtake her, she prayed for no dreams as she fell into a deep, dark sleep.
*****
THE TORTURE DID not end. Darren was sent again and again to pummel her with his brute force, and cut her if she did not answer his questions satisfactorily. The days dragged on. Corb continued to visit her. Healing her wounds with his icy touch in between Darren’s abuse, and bringing food and water. Corb never left her chained to the wall like Darren did, but always gently laid her in the cot that was now her bed.
Shade wondered what Corb’s motivations were. Maybe he was even crueler than Darren for healing her so that she could take another session of pain and suffering, and still survive. After a while, she didn’t really care. She was relieved that her virtue remained intact, guessing that even the most evil of the Faeries did not condone forcing another person in that way. She was sure Darren was not opposed to it, but had to abide to the Queen’s rules or risk her anger.
No one came to rescue her though. No one was going to come. Shade had resigned to that. The Queen’s dark army surrounded the place, and anyone trying to penetrate it was either suicidal or insane.
Shade had been brought before Aveta several times. Each time the Queen would ask her sweetly to help her with the Water Magic, to use it to gain ground over the Seelie forces. The Queen’s beauty fascinated Shade, but she continued to refuse to help her each time, and each time always ended with Darren’s wrath and Aveta’s anger growing tenfold. Shade’s fascination was quickly replaced with hate. She found that Aveta was nothing but a beautiful shell around a rock-hard evil interior. There was nothing beautiful inside her at all.
The weeks went by, and Shade lost count of just how many. She hardly ate, even with Corb pestering her. Her continued refusal to help them with the Water Magic made her think that she would be discarded soon. Her thinning frame and pallor probably assured them that she would probably not last long enough to push them that far. She knew her mother would have secured the family better this time. Corb would not let on if he was going to fulfill the threat of harming them or not. Either way, Shade’s silence was wearing everyone down.
One day Shade woke to find Corb shaking her. She felt too weak to sit up at his request. He looked into her eyes, feeling her pulse and assessing her weakness. She watched him frown and leave the room for a moment, not bothering to lock the door behind him. She knew that she was too weak to escape on her own now. Corb probably knew that too. She laid there for what felt like an eternity, dozing on and off when she felt Corb shaking her awake again.
“What is it?” Shade mumbled as his ice cold fingers jolted her from her sleep.
“Drink this, Shade. You’re getting far too weak.” He helped her sit up, holding her as he shoved a cup of swirling, silver, fluid towards her lips.
“What is it Corb?”
“Just drink it!” She watched his face, expecting his features to match the urgency of his voice. When they didn’t, she did as he said and sipped down the liquid. It felt warm as it ran down her throat and into her belly. She finished it and handed the cup back.
“Can I sleep again now? I’m just really tired.” Shade rubbed her eyes, feeling all of the aches disappear from her thinning body. She looked back at Corb as she gathered her strength to sit up without his assistance.
“No, you have to come with me. Your kind needs sunlight. It will help you heal.” Corb pulled her up, letting her lean against him.
“What? Sunlight? I don’t think I need it, but that would be nice. It’s been weeks. If I had my powers, I could heal much better. Don’t get me wrong, you heal me just fine, but I feel withered without my own magic Corb.” Shade stumbled as they walked into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. Corb held on firmly, never letting her fall or stumble.
“Corb, can I ask you something?” Shade asked, still feeling dizzy on the steep, winding stairs.
“Yes.” Corb’s voice was soft and velvety, filling her with a soothing feeling. Shade smiled.
“Wow, you can change your voice to make people feel different, huh? Dylan can do that too.” Shade said, her face growing serious as she wondered if Dylan was feeling all her pain. It had to be affecting him too. The blood bind would have made him feel her distress. Oh why doesn’t he come?
“Yes, I can. It is a rare but useful talent. We’re almost there, watch your step.” He helped her up the last few steps, or rather dragged her up them. Her legs were failing in their part. She held onto Corb for dear life. The door at the top finally came into view, and he opened it easily while holding her up with one of his arms. She wondered why he was so determined to get her outside.
“Why do you help me? Did Aveta tell you to?” Shade gripped weakly at his embrace, awaiting his answers.
He put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.
Shade squeezed her eyes shut as bright sunlight poured onto her like fire. Her eyes cramped as they adjusted to the light. Corb pulled her out onto what looked like a large sitting area. The stones under her bare feet felt cold, and the cool breeze sweeping across the tower sent ripples of shivers through her. Corb draped a large fur over her, and pulled her to the edge of a wall where he pulled the fur around both of them, holding her close. He didn’t feel icy cold, like usual. She let the thought drift from her mind, enjoying the view around her.
