Jane: the Curse, the Lost, and the Lovers (draft 1)

~16~ Viirin's Darkness

Zane kneeled at her feet, his face covered by a black hood. “What is your bidding, my mistress?” His hands were no longer flesh, but bones. His black robes covered him entirely, and didn’t even give a glimpse of his face.

Viirin kneeled as well and used her finger to pull his face up, the other to pull back his hood. Although his fingers were skeleton, his face was not. His green eyes no longer sparkled, nor did his hair have the usual cocky flip. He was gaunt and had dark bags under his eyes. He was… pitiful.

“My child, you must know that it was not me who established this upon you. Had I interfered, then you would be in Hell, along with the vampire princess, and I do not wish for that sort of torture upon you. There is simply no other way.”

He looked away. “It is not you I am angry at, Milady, but Bella. She made me this way you only did what you could, and I don’t wish to cause you any pain from seeing us like this. I as that you do what you feel needs to be done.”

“Zane, you lie and you know it. Bella found someone who has just as dark heart as hers. Stand, and go do as you are cursed to do for all eternity.”

“But why do you command this of me? I have done nothing!”

She slapped him. “You fool! I am your mistress. You and Bella are more alike than I anticipated, whether you like it or not. I will have no more of this impertinence, so don’t you dare speak to me in that manner again!”

He glared at her, rubbing his red cheek. “So what is it that you want from me, seeing as you are my master?”

She stood and looked out the window, and smiled. “Do you honestly think that I want something? You want something as well, and that is more important than my wants as of now. Only you can say the final word. So tell me, what is it that you desire?”

“revenge.”

“Is that it? Oh Zane, my dear, that surely is not all! But if you insist. I want that too. You want to give… Jane? Bella? Dixon-Keith... a beating so that they do not hurt you again? I want it on the other gods.” She turned back to him. “Can we work together to accomplish this?”

He pulled up his hood as he stood. “Of course, milady.” Instantly his voice was deeper.

Viirin’s smile grew. “And just what shall I call you, Son of the Ear'quessir?”

His chuckle was deep and husky. “I am no longer an Elf of the sea. No, I am… The Spirit: the nightmare that will decimate those who are unfaithful and rash when it comes to your wisdom.”

“You know the rules of your new obligation. The werewolves are not to be touched. You can do as you please to everyone else. Go! Wreak havoc on those who deserve it!” Viirin stood and turned her back. 

The Spirit laughed, before opening his palm where lightning flickered. "My duty is simply to serve you, My Lady. I shall do as you ask."

"Good, now go before my husband returns. Have fun Zane, this will be the last time you see me. Good luck." she left the room, and instantly the light disappeared. 

Zane laughed, dark and throaty. "Oh, i will have fun, and when i find her,  I will have my revenge, and i will enjoy it."