Six String God

Bloodline Banter

"Well...." trilled a soft voice behind Jesse. Jesse immediately snapped the book shut and panicked and he stumbled over a chair onto plush sofa with a reading light behind it. He saw the sharp knife in Antha's hand and his panic exploded. Adrenaline rushed to his system.

"I don't like anyone going through my personal books Jesse" said Antha, climbing on to the sofa that Jesse had fallen on.

" S-sorry! I really am!" gasped Jesse, unable to take his off her. She climbed onto him and straddled him. Jesse's sense of panic heightened.

"Oh the panic in your voice makes me feel very very powerful Jesse" she chirped in his ear, the dagger like knife still in her hand. Jesse closed his eyes and swallowed.

"I really am s-sorry Antha I didn't mean to i-intrude" Jesse stammered while Antha's dark eyes watched the pulse thrumming in Jesse's neck intently.

"You know what I do to naughty boys Jesse?" Antha trilled seductively. Jesse shook his head.

"I punish them. I punish them even when they beg me to stop" she hissed softly, pinning down his arms. Jesse, despite being six feet and therefore taller than Antha, had never felt so overpowered. Adrenaline pumped furiously through his system and he couldn't fight the panic from his mind. Tiyar's face swam before him ominously.

Jesse gulped.

"Little boys who know nothing should not poke their noses where they don't belong Jesse" Antha bit her red lip as she spoke and held the knife to Jesse's throat. "They might find the consequences to be....dire" she laughed chillingly as the muscle in Jesse's neck twitched when the cool metal of the knife came in touch with it.

"I wonder what blood you have Jesse" she mused, stroking his black messy hair almost adoringly. There was lethal clink to every syllable she uttered. "I wonder whether you carry Myrianthian blood.... Or maybe Xantalian? But.. I already have those... Hmmm... your eyes indicate you possibly be a bearer of Talhaseeian blood...maybe you descend from a bloodline of Paymayenn.." by now Antha's voice was almost inaudible and she seemed to be speaking to herself. All of what she was muttering made little or no sense to Jesse. He just stared at her, dumbstruck and terrified.

"...Or better you're a Silverlorne... Oh Jesse if you're a Silverlorne..... How I have coveted a Silverlorne" she sighed seductively. Her eyes suddenly focused intently on Jesse, flashing intently and lethally at him. "There's only one way of finding it out isn't there?" she trilled, grazing the skin on Jesse's neck with the dagger, cooing lightly, her eyes full of hunger.

"Imagine the things I could achieve if you were Silverlorne... It's like Devereux said isn't it? Jesse if you were a Silverlorne the obstacles I would not have to face... It almost makes me dizzy thinking about it.."

Jesse was completely at a loss for words. Nothing of what she was saying made any sense to her. Jesse made a mental note that if he ever made out of the house alive, he's going to go after Tiyar and question him. There was clearly something not right.

Jesse's frantic stream of thoughts were interrupted by a scream from a floor above. Antha closed her eyes and hissed menacingly in annoyance.

"How many times do I tell that girl not to use the Essence of Cairrryne?" she asked herself. She climbed off Jesse. "You shall not move an inch" she ordered and exited the room, locking the door behind her.

Jesse held his breath for several silent moments and climbed off the mini sofa, shaking himself free of the locked-up effect in his limbs. Immediately, his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and Jesse looked around for an escape route. The first thing that caught his eye were the drapes that concealed windows. Jesse uttered a cry of giddy thanks and crossed the room over to the long, white French windows. He tried the catch.

It was stuck.

Jesse swore.

"C'mon! C'MON!" he muttered as he jilted the catch and finally after a few finger cracking shakes, the latch opened...

..and Jesse faced a huge hedge of thorny rose.

"Thorn scars better than dying" he told himself and with a deep breath dove into the rose bushed. All of his senses were overpowered by the sweet fragrance of the roses and thorns pricked at him from every direction possible. Jesse's heart was beating wildly as he was not seeing any light out from the mess of thorns and leaves. After several minutes of wild karate chops, insane tangoing and illegal wrestling moves with the rose bush hedge from which Jesse received thorn pricks in extremely painful places, he careened on to the front lawn of the Awikinn residence, falling on his fours.

His clothes were ripped, there were stray roses in his hair and branches sticking out from his jean pockets and Jesse spat our several leaves as he picked himself up and ran. He couldn't process anything, his brain just simply blinked a red light at him to get away. Without looking back, Jesse ran across the large front lawn and the ten meters he ran felt like a hundred, his long legs propelling him forward. He was scratched badly in places and he was bleeding.

Jesse finally scaled the low wall that ran around the edge of the grounds, his heart leaping in joy...

..until his large, long body smacked with a human. A certain Faelinn LaurieLeanne to be exact.

"Oww!" she screamed as they both tumbled onto the pavement in a tangle of limbs. Next thing Jesse was aware of Faelinn slowly extracting her limbs from his. Everything had happened in a complete blur.

The last thing Jesse remembered was Faelinn's perfect face, her hair cascading down as she peered at him. She was saying something but his vision was blurry.... she was so very beautiful....