Gone Guy

Chapter 1

A wyvern flew over head and she knew already it was wrong. Not a single wyvern was meant to be in the sky right now. She could hear the wings flapping. It was flying too soon, too low, it just wasn't right. If she looked closely, at an angle she could see a flare of blood. No, it wasn't blood, but it looked like it, as if touching what she realized was a cloak would liquefy it.

The wyvern landed, she knew it would, it had clearly been lowering itself with the intent of break. The caped figure leapt off, patting the beast on the head before strolling towards her.

"Elide." She drawled. Her cloak swished around her as she came to a stop. She wondered if its colour would run down her arm if she touched it, but that was just a thought. She would never invade her privacy like that, she tried to keep her mind on track, think of the retractable iron fangs that could tear her to shreds. She wondered what they would feel like, taste like. Elide shook her head.

"Manon." Gold eyes looked her figure up and down, not that there was much to take in, she still bound her breasts. They were, what some may say, the best part about her. They were round and full, larger in size than even Sorrel's. Elide looked down, hoping Manon managed to see something worthwhile in her.

Manon only sneered at her. "What are you doing out here?"

It wasn't a particularly nice day, clouds and wind causing teeth to chatter. There was a perfectly good, large house right behind her that was warm and filled with the food Elide just realized she's been craving. Elide willed her teeth to still whilst rubbing her arms warm.

"You shouldn't be out here. You can't be out. You... The thirteen, you can't fly, not today. The others are inside, you should be with them."

Elide began to shiver but not from the cold. She was thinking about why she couldn't fly, what had happened to cause this.

"Why the fuck not?" The lack of sympathy in her voice, the hardness in her eyes. Maybe Manon truly didn't know what had happened.

"There was an attack on the castle. On the queen." She sniffled, processing what she had said.

"What queen? There are lots of queens, in lots of kingdoms. Which one?"

Elide stayed silent, fearing the words that might escape her quivering lips.

"Tell me." Manon's mouth curved up into a snarl. When Elide refused to speak Manon pushed passed her and kicked down the door. Literally. It flew across the living space revealing twelve feral figures lounging on the couches and love seats haphazardly about the room.

"What fucking queen from which gods damned kingdom?"

All heads turned in her direction. Not a single witch spoke a single word, she could have sworn that they all stopped breathing. Not for the words but for what Manon might do when they reached her ears.

"Don't make me ask again." Manon spoke with a deathly calm. "Which gods-damned mother-fucking castle?"

Dead silence.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Finally the most humanus of the group spoke up. "Terrasen."

Elide's bottom lip quivered at the news as she fought back tears. This was nothing compared to Manon's initial reaction, her eyes were flames. Her hair was no longer pure, the white now reminded her of a full moon on the night of a raid. Her whole body tensed and she looked as though she was about to explode, but she didn't. Instead, she attacked the closest thing to her, and that 'thing' just happened to be Elide.

"Manon! What the fuck!" Asterin was the only one to give such a large reaction yet all 12 of them jumped up.

Manon's claws dug into her shoulders as the force of her slammed Elide through a desk and onto the floor. There was nothing human in her eyes, not that there was suppose to be, but there was nothing sane there either. Claws tore through Elide's flesh, pulling a fair sized chunk from her body. She didn't scream or sob, she allowed tears to flow silently, but she had none. Not for herself, but she did have a few for the feral beast that pinned her.

Manon didn't fully unleash herself, they all knew that. It was obvious, Manon just wanted to hurt someone. Elide just wasn't particularly delighted that that someone was her.

She tried fighting back but it was no use. All Manon was doing was clawing at her shoulders, biting the left side of her face and digging her knees into her sides. She didn't even have her iron fangs out. She could deal.

From the wrong angle Elide supposed that, if it were't for the pool of blood around them, it would look as though as through they were kissing. She might have blushed at the thought but she was already losing so much blood and she didn't want to bring it to her face any faster. Elide took the pain silently praying that someone would hurry up and save her.

After a delayed amount of time, a fist slammed into the side of Manon's head knocking her unconscious. Elide tried to see who had done it but her vision was blurry and spotted from the blood loss.

"What the fuck!" Screamed a voice that Elide recognized but couldn't place. The sound of it caused Elide to smile as she slipped into a dreamless slumber.