The Rogue and The Brotherhood

Chapter 2

A large male felt a smile begin to spread on his full lips and with much difficulty he deepend his frown. The source of his amusement was the female that paced in front of him. "Surely, Henry, you must find yourself growing rather tiresome of being trapped within these walls."

"Is that your way of telling me to get off my ass?"

The female turned her gaze to Henry, the sudden action causing her thick aubrun curls to swirl and gather over her right shoulder. The hidden tints of red in though thick locks made the depths of her brown eyes swirl. "I don't want to go out." His deep voice stated simply before closing his eyes and frowning at the coming pain that rattled his bones. "Henry? What ails you?"

"The usual shit, Isa." Was his grumbled response. He did not need to look up to know she was moving closer. The soft caress of her ivory robes that clung wickedly to her curves and her scent of lavender mixed with Cali lilies washed over his sensitive nose. Her graceful and slender fingers expertly kneaded into his thick muscles. The tightly coiled skin softened at her diligent work. "You know you don't have to do this right?"

"I am happy to serve the Brotherhood any way I can."

Rolling his gold flecked green eyes Henry ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Not much of a brotherhood." Silence fell on the pair and the only constant was the sound of their hearts and even breaths. A sharp ringing caught the males attention, reaching over toward the small end table. "What do you want?" He asked before waving Isabella's hands away so he could stand and stretch. "Alright. TOA should be no less than 30 minutes."

With that he lowered the device and stalked to his room. Gone for only a few moments the male had dressed his large form in black leathers and his signature shit kickers. Strapped to his chest was a halter for his guns but his glory was safely strapped to his waist. Blades crafted of black steel engraved with elegant designs of diamond. Beauty in its deadliest form. "Isa, come back to me." The female blinked her brown eyes and waved a hand through the air in an aloof manner. "I have seen you look far more fearsome in less clothing. Though, be safe warrior."

"I've never let you down, true?"

"As of yet, no. Though our race does live for a long time so verily, I wait the day that you do fail in your promise and fall to your knees. For though art most pig headed."

absence

Alone for yet another night, Isa felt her heart pound tightly in her chest. How many nights had she begged the creator of her race to protect The Brotherhood? Far too many; but each time she never failed to thank the deity with all her heart. Now she felt the empty room weigh on her, a weight that was easily ignored with Henry to fill it with his jokes and deep laughter. Standing to her feet, the scribe refused to aimlessly pace until Henry got home. Graceful footsteps carried her to the room Henry had given just to her and the male spoiled her. Clothing suited for outings and gowns of the finest fabric. Not to mention the assortment of shoes and accessories he bought her.

"What's the point of being fucking loaded if you don't spend it on booze and babes. Oh and toys!" Was his explanation. "Such a male of worth." Isabella stated with a smile before going toward her closet. Trading her robe for a pair of dark jeans and black thigh heeled boots, the scribe finished her outfit with a form fitting dark green top. Pulling the sleeves to the heel of her hands the female decided it be better to wear a pair of flats. Seeing as her hair would be tied into a high ponytail and golden crescent moon earrings would be hanging from her ears. "Never over do it. Unwanted attention is dangerous." The female repeated Henry's words as she first went out with him. So many rules to follow, yet it was worth it. "I shall go see a movie, or maybe get an ice cream." Her hands clapped togethor with glee as she willed herself out of her friend’s house and toward town.

~*~

The waiting room was impregnated with both her anger and silence. She was sitting in the entertainment room, fingers intertwined with elbows on her knees, her mind wandering much further than her body could keep up with. Even listening to RZA's Samurai Theme couldn't calm her... Any of her old school tracks couldn't calm her... Her locks fell over her face... Losing Eden was the least of her worries. Any more and those pale freaks will own her ass.

She heard Damal walk in. she didn't bother to react. The stench of cheap colone and glassed blood gave him away too easily. "They’re on the way.... They'll be here in five"

"Let me know when they actually get here, Damal. I despise waiting for anyone"

He was silent as he watched her. He knew he wanted to help, but knew how absolutely stubborn she was when it came to pain. She was like stone. She just wouldn't break.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, the doorbell rang. He let out air as she looked to her. "i know I shouldn't say anything-"

"Then don't"

Damn. He just loved how quick she was on the draw. "... But, you have to hear me on this."

Saint stared begrudgingly toward him. "keeping anger with you will only make you subliminal. Free yourself... Contradict what us immortals can't."

With that, he left. Saint stared at the empty doorway awhile. She knew somewhere, he made a point. She knew what he meant, but why? Anger kept her alive so far. Why not keep it that way? After a few moments, Damal came back. "Their here"