Solitude (Discontinued)

Chapter 21 - Familiar Faces

Lance and Issac were walking down the hall that lead to Abigail's chambers. Issac was wondering just how much of that story he should've told Lance. But whether he shouldn't have or should have, Lance knew the story of Abigail and Issac felt horrible about it. He had noticed that Lance's scent was almost exactly like Abigail's but he couldn't bare the thought of actually telling Lance. Issac had thought about it and noticed there were only two differences between the two. One was distinctly female and the other male, two was the addition of the Wut disease to Abigail, but something that startled Issac was the fact that the odor of the Wut disease was beginning to appear on Lance. This didn't do Issac's already twisting mind any good, he didn't know what would happen if he let Lance see the woman that could be his mother, he didn't know if the Wut that he smelled would be strong enough to eventually take him over. So many things for him to take in and things he just wished he didn't have to know.

"Hey Issac," Lance's voice said snapping him out of his daze, and he looked at Lance with what he thought must've looked like concerned face. "You gonna answer my question or not? You didn't even hear me did you?" Issac shook his head and Lance sighed. "What parts of that story about this she-wolf do you think are true?"

"To be honest Lance I'm not a big believer in rumors nor stories," Issac said in a flat voice and in a softer voice he said. "But this she-wolf's scent is very much similar to your own."

Lance's face immediately light up with anxiousness but Issac didn't take much notice in it. Instead he looked forward and saw the door leading down to Abigail's chamber was nearly in front of him. Stopping directly in front of the door he soon realized that the scent of the Wut had made inhaling and almost unbearable endeavor. Lance seemed to have noticed the smell as well but instead of reacting to the smell he was staring intensely at the door with the beginnings of a snarl growing on his face.

"Easy Lance," Issac said as soothingly as he could but instead of relaxing Lance's muscles tensed up beyond soothing, and his bright green eyes darted to look at Issac. And for first time in Issac's life he felt like prey. "Lance are you-okay?"

Than as quickly as it happened his eyes softened and he was the kind and playful cub again. "So is this the door?" Lance asked and Issac couldn't hide his surprise. After that horrible look Lance had just given the gentle voice that Lance had just didn't seem to match him. "Yoo-hoo earth to Issac. Is this the door or not?"

"Y-yeah," Issac stammered as Lance took his weight from Issac's shoulder and he moved to open the door. "Wait Lance I don't think it's a good idea to go in there."

"Why?"

"Can't you smell that," Issac said and Lance looked at him obviously puzzled. "The smell of the Wut disease, its heavy in the air. I wouldn't doubt that there's probably a dozen or so of the Kranke in there."

"Don't you remember the story," Lance said calmly and almost cheerfully. "Abigail was the first to be infected by the Wut. Makes sense to me that the smell coming from her would be worse than it'd be for a normal Kranke."

"But Lance I-"

But it was too late. Lance had opened the door and was poking his head in. The smell that came from the chamber was too much for Issac as he grabbed for his throat, the air was thick with it and it was suffocating. Yet Lance seemed completely unaffected by the smell as he ventured into the room. Holding his throat Issac ceased breathing and followed Lance in through the doorway.

Issac looked up and around the 'chamber' it was a large room with a huge velvet bed in the center of the far wall that was draped with scarlet curtains. A pair of large windows let the moonlight shine in, although most of the room's light was generated by a huge crystal chandelier. To Issac's right there was a fire place with a fire roaring and on the mantle were four photos. One of the photos showed a man with sandy brown hair in a nice suit and a beautiful blond woman in a wedding dress. The photo to the immediate left showed a picture of two boys on a floor playing with some toys, and to Issac's amazement the boys were twins. With only one key difference, one had green eyes and the other had blue.