Lost Soul

Meetings

"However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light."

At the entrance, most of the first tier members were gathered two to a horse. Celine looked for a partnerless rider, and spotted a boy with blonde and black hair. He smiled at her; beckoning her over. The others had already left.

"You'll be riding with me Diamond!" He extended a hand, and pulled her up behind him. "Hold on! We'll have to go fast to catch up with the rest!" He shouted; tugging on the reins. Celine panicked, threw her arms around his waist, and buried her face in the loose fabric of his shirt. She could hear his laughter over the clattering of hooves, and uncovered her face, blushing wildly. She could feel the muscles on the horse rippling as Dagger egged it on. She looked around, and watched as buildings and shops blurred past. She could see the faint outlines of the others up ahead, and to her left she saw the open and dimly lit area of Hyde Park.

'Please stay in this general area.'

Celine watched as the group slowed to a stop. Just a few hundred yards away was a policeman talking softy to a small child. Her stomach churned as Joker pointed to a nearby alley. Everyone dismounted their horse quietly, and darted silently towards it. As Joker was giving each person their task, Celine founder her eyes wandering towards a nearby clock post.

'Okay, I have about 20 minutes to get this over with.'

"Diamond, ye will keep the policeman busy. Do whatever ye need to, but if he tries to come over here, stop him." She nodded her head shakily, her stomach filled with knots and butterflies. She walked silently out of the alley, and ran in the shadows.

'I can't believe I'm actually going through with this.'

Her hands shook as she took ahold of one of her borrowed daggers. Emotions whirled inside of her. She took a tentative breath, and broke the policeman from his reverie.

"Sir? Could you please help me? I'm new to England and I've seem to have lost my way." Celine stepped out of the shadows, and put a frightened look on her face. She bit her painted nails, and looked around nervously. "And I think I'm being followed." The man walked briskly over to her, and looked her in the eyes. His brow furrowed as he studied her features.

"Are you sure you're not from here? You look awfully familiar." Celine shook her head, panic setting in.

"Nope. If you can't help me I'll just be on my way." She said hurriedly, and rushed past him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Hey!" He was staring at her with an open mouth.

"You're Princess Celine!"

'Damn! He recognised me!'

She swiftly unsheathed her dagger, and with a heavy heart, plunged it into the man's stomach. He crumpled to the ground with a wail of agony. Celine bit her lip to keep herself from speaking. With shaking hands and guilt flooding her body, she finished what she had started. She stared down at the gruesome sight, somewhat fascinated. Clatters of horse hooves snapped her from her reverie. She watched as the group left her behind. Celine didn't bother trying to catch up with them. She had enough evidence to convict them of their heinous crimes. She glanced back up at the clock post, which read five past seven. She darted quickly towards Hyde Park, thinking of ways to explain her bloodied attire. She spotted a figure clad in white, Ash. She went from sprinting to a full blown run.

"Are you alright?" Ash had met her halfway, his mauve orbs filled with worry. Celine couldn't stop the flow of tears, and sunk to her knees in the wet grass. Deep sobs shook her body and every intake of breath was caught in her throat. She coughed, and shook her head. She pulled her hands out from underneath the cloak, completely drenched in the unfortunate man's blood.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He spoke in a calming voice. His black gloved hands encased Celine's, pulled her to her feet. "Look at me. Are you alright?" Her turquoise eyes stared off in the distance. She shook her head slightly.

"I want to go home."

"What?"

"I can't take anymore lies, Ash! I can't take anymore of this senseless killing!" She shouted exasperatedly. "I want to go home." She whispered brokenly, and wiped her face on the hood of her cloak, which smeared the carefully applied make up that Doll had done. "Please." Ash sighed in defeat, and picked her up.

"Close your eyes, you may get dizzy." Celine obliged, threw her arms around his neck, and closed her eyes. Pearly white wings sprung from his back, and he took to the sky.

In ten minutes they had arrived back at the manor. The footman who had delivered the letter opened the door for them. Ash walked up two flights of stairs and to the left to Celine's bedchamber. The door sprung open and he set her down gently in the bed.

"You wouldn't have told me to close my eyes if you hadn't figured out what happened." Celine smirked slightly. Ash was busy pulling out nightclothes and filling a wash tub with water. He lathered a washcloth in a lavender soap, and wiped away the smeared make up and blood from her arms and face.

"I assumed that if you were writing something yourself that you may have gotten your sight back." He placed the washcloth back in the frothy water, and helped Celine change out of her costume. She climbed into her plush bed, and flopped back onto the pillows.

"It's hard for me to grasp that Joker was behind the kidnappings. He doesn't seem like the type of person who would do something like this." She thought aloud, running her hand through her pale hair.

"Even the innocent lamb can turn into a vicious wolf when threatened. Like you for example; killing those men today." Celine paled and instantly became nauseous.

"How did you-" She whispered, sitting up quickly.

"Elijah has been following you. He didn't think you capable of taking care of yourself. He was quite surprised when you killed the first man." Ash explained, his lavender eyes searching Celine's face. A whirlwind of emotions rampaged inside of her. She sighed and looked wearily around her dimly lit room. There were only three candles alight, giving the room a slight glow. She laid back down, and pulled cream coloured duvet up to her chin. Her gaze averted naturally to the ceiling, and she stared the unlit chandelier.

"How are you feeling, Your Highness?" She glanced wearily at Ash, and sucked in a large breath.

"I can't explain it." Ash gave a vague smile, and walked over to her bedside.

A/N ~PLEASE READ IMPORTANT
As of January 12, 2015, I will no longer be updating Lost Soul until further notice. I've been having trouble with school, and it's been messing with my writing time. I apologise for the inconvenience, but it had to be done. I'm terribly sorry and I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as everything gets better.
Thanks, Olivia