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The Faded Print/Part 1/Chapter 4 - ServitudeAvery got to her feet and looked out the window of the coach."Are we far from the mansion?" she asked nervously, wondering if Quince would try to track her down. Renier nodded."Yeah, a few milesss. This is a hidden place known only to the likesss of assassins, mercenaries, and other unsssavory characters who might need to stop for healing." answered the naga. Avery's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she turned to face Renier."And which are you?" she demanded. Renier gave a raspy laugh."Well, I won't lie. I'm a mercenary and I'm not afraid to kill when hired to do ssso." he explained with a smug smile. "…Do you have anywhere to go, Avery? A home, any friendsss, or family..?" Avery cast her gaze downward."My parents are long gone. I had a younger brother once, but I never knew what became of him…" Avery trailed off dejectedly, realizing that she had nowhere to go now. Renier frowned."Maybe we can find your brother. That isss, if you feel comfortable traveling with me. Perh
The Faded Print/Part 1/Chapter 3 - SurvivalShe didn't even know how she made it out of the mansion without blacking out. Avery stumbled out of the main doors, into and the freezing rain instantly drenched her. Shaking and weakened from blood loss, she painfully made her way to the front gate, her hand clamped over the severe wound in her neck. Thunder and lightning ripped apart the sky, and Avery slipped and fell in the cold mud of the road."I'm going to die…" she thought. "All this, and I'm still going to die." Avery tried to lift herself up from the ground, but her limbs failed her and she fell to the ground once again, shivering in the cold. Avery's thoughts raced. "I'm either going to die out here, or Quince is going to wake up and come find me… I don't know which is worse." Avery made a defeated sound and lay in the road as the frigid rain numbed her skin.Just then, a clattering sound filled the air, the sound of wooden wheel bearings thumping around. Avery weakly lifted her head. A wagon rattled up the sodde
The Faded Print/Part 1/Chapter 2 - Monster"Quince, I--" Avery stammered."I know." he whispered softly, before leaning down and tenderly kissing her lips. Avery shuddered with pleasure and completely lost herself as Quince's hands sensually stroked her waist and pulled her hips against his…"That's why, Avery… you're going to be mine." suddenly, he shoved Avery roughly down to the bed and grabbed her wrists tightly, pinning them down as Avery cried out and reflexively struggled against him."What are you doing?! Stop--!!" shouted Avery, fear quickly overcoming her. Quince forced himself on top of her and tore at the high collar of her dress, and began kissing her neck. Avery shivered. This wasn't like him at all… "Quince, let go of me, please!" The vampire pulled back and gazed at her, his eyes glinting like cold rubies. Her released one of her wrists, then lightly stroked his hand down Avery's side. Suddenly, he pressed himself tightly against her, reached under her skirt and grabbed her upper leg, pulling h
The Faded Print/Part 1/Chapter 1 - Avery"Avery?""Oh! Yes, Master?" at the summons of the tall, handsomely-dressed prince, Avery gathered the cobalt skirt of her maid-style dress and hurried to the side of the throne. Her silver braids fell over her shoulders as he bowed her head respectfully. The fair, raven-haired prince leaned over in his seat, a shift in light accenting the regal, dark blue streaks in his hair. He reached for the girl and gently caressed her soft, rosy cheek; then tilted her chin up slightly. Avery blushed unconsciously as she met the prince's deep red eyes with her own crystal blue gaze."I have a little task for you, my dear." purred the prince. He grinned seductively, his vampire fangs glinting in the light for a brief moment. Avery's heart pounded as she awaited his orders, and she couldn't help but steal a furtive glance at his fangs."A-anything for you, Master…" she replied, catching a breath. Avery couldn't care less what the task was, whether it was menial cleaning or fetching a glass of f