In Love With the Enemy ~ 1

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Kiska screamed for Anex as two men dragged her out into the clearing. Her eyes found him, but he didn't come to her, he didn't come save her from her fate. She screamed for him even when he turned his back to her, walking from her struggles, ignoring her cries for help. When she was forced into a tent of weeping girls, Kiska new it was useless to believe that Anex would ever come and save her. Kiska pulled the sheet tighter around herself as her eyes adjusted to the dark of the tent. Women were closely huddled in the center of the tent. Three men guarded them, eyes watching every small movement with hungry eyes. Kiska quickly shrunk to the ground as one man laid his eyes on her. Kiska surveyed the other women, and watched as the guards shifted from foot to foot, as if tired of standing. After an hour one guard went to the flap of the tent and pulled it back, looking out into the bright day.

"They should have been here by now." He mumbled as he gruffly snorted then spat on the ground beside one of the women that shrunk away from him. Kiska watched the spit soak into the ground. She heard a grunt and by the time she looked up the first and the second man was already down, the third falling as her head snapped to the scream that was cut short. Her eyes found the source of the disruption. Anex. That’s when the women started to scream. They scattered from the tent, running panicked. Kiska ran toward Anex and he quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"We have to go."

"Okay." She said dumbly, looking up at her savior and he cut a slit in the tent and quickly ducked out into the day. Anex led her to the stables, pulling out a horse swiftly. He heaved her up on it then was about to pump up himself when a commanding voice stopped him.

"Anex." Anex froze then slowly turned toward the voice. Kiska twisted around to see the large man. His strong set jar stood out at he clenched his jaw tight, his steal eyes gazed at Anex, not taking a moment to look at her. However the more Kiska starred at the large man the more she saw Anex. This man was undeniably Anex's father, Kiska looked down to Anex, her eyes growing wide as she saw his stiff frame, his sword pulled defensively.

"I love her." Anex spoke harshly.

"Anex, I told you not to get attached." With a twitch of his hand twenty men moved in on the stable, their steps forceful yet cautious. "I honestly thought that you had learned your lesson last time."

"ANEX!" Anex's head snapped to the familiar voice. Jordon was standing at the end of the stables, holding the large door open. Anex instantly slapped the horses rear, sending the horse into a sudden gallop. Kiska instinctively grasped the horse, holding on. It was only when the horse galloped passed Jordon that Kiska started to react, Anex wasn't with her!

"NO! ANEX! NO!" She tried to restrain the horse, to slow its movements, however when she had passed Jordan he had given another slap to the horses rear with the flat blade of his sword, sending the horse into a full gallop and nothing Kiska did would stop the horses powerful muscles from taking her away from Anex. Kiska managed a quick look back, men surrounded Anex and Jordon. That was the last fleeting look she got before the horse took to the woods. It was like a nightmare, one she couldn't wake from. She couldn't stop the horse, couldn't move, couldn't breath. And then like all nightmares something happened that make the whole dream that much worse. Five men on horses were riding after her. Now instead of trying to stop the horse she was suddenly urging it forward. They twisted in and out of site, jumping over fallen trees to try and creep closer to her. Kiska twisted her head back, watching as they gained more and more ground on her. She whimpered to herself and pressed closer to the horse, hoping for her life that it would go faster. The horse broke into a sudden clearing, allowing his footfalls to land more surely. He ran faster with the beat of Kiska's heart, beating so fast she thought it would pound its self out of her chest. She was halfway across the clearing when she saw it. It was so fast it was only a black blur, but it scared her horse enough to come to a skidding halt and rear onto his hind legs, forcing her off of his back, then he quickly bolted back across the clearing, back the way they had come. Kiska quickly twisted around from being on her back and looked with terrified eyes, expecting to see the five men on their horses approach her, however the site that visited her eyes was anything she would have ever expected. Only three men were left, the other two had disappeared. All three men were dead. There heads twisted at sickening angles. But what really captured her eyes was the one figure that was alive. He was hunched over one of the men, his mouth attached to the mans throat. Kiska felt the blood drain from her face as her terrified eyes watched this creature fed off her enemies. Kiska couldn't move, her eyes riveted on the figure. It suddenly stilled, and let the man's neck drop from its mouth. Kiska's eyes flashed to the man then back to the creature that smoothly stood. Every muscle in her body was ridged in fear as it slowly approached her. However it wasn't an it, it was a man. But it couldn't be a man, the way he moved was like water across rocks, smooth. But it wasn't just his movements his face was perfect, pale with death, but perfect none the less. Black eyes stared out at her as he stopped a foot from her. She looked up at his tall frame. It was only then that her lungs connected with her brain for breath. She had been holding her breath, watching him the whole time, and now it was too late, her body couldn't last. She saw the black block out the image of the perfect creature bending down toward her. Then there was nothing, just sweet blackness that prevented her from thinking of anything or anyone. Even Anex.