The Ambassador

Ch. 14: Consented Possession

(A/n) Bold text means a conversation that's happening inside their heads.)

It grew darker in the evening with no sign of (Y/n) contacting them. The only one close enough to go to her was Dark and Mark and even that was a struggle in itself. Dark insisted on speaking to her mother over Mark. It was pure anxiety Mark hadn't seen in him. He was generally a patient man.

They arrived at her home with all but one light out inside the house. Her car was parked but no other was. Dark leaned against Mark's car and stared into the windows.

She had no fresh scent.

"See any movement?" Mark asked.

"No, I don't, and it worries me."

"Well I mean, she sits in her room most of the time. I don't even know what she does for a living."

Dark unfolded his arms and walked to the front door. He knocked on it and waited for an answer. No one came to the door.

He looked to either side of himself and didn't see any kind of witness, for his next move would have the police called on him, or possibly a viral video on Dacebook.

With a deep breath, Dark jumped onto the roof of the home. He walked across it over to (Y/n)'s room and leaned over the side. The blinds were wide open yet she wasn't in there.

"Empty, that's weird she's like a hobbit."

"I agree. This is strange. Her car is here yet she is not." Dark stood to his feet and stared off into the woods.

She'd traveled there so often.

"I guess that's our next destination?" Mark sighed.

Dark looked up and down at the long line of endless trees, "I suppose so."

He jumped down and began his long walk along the wood line. Thankfully he picked up on the scent of (Y/n) but the issue that came into play was how broad it was across the woods. It was in a specific section but the section was large. Easier than the entire woods.

He grew angry as the little noises began to bother his ears. The wind blew through the trees, the crickets chirped, the animals scurried. It was all very annoying as he tried to concentrate. He was upset.

"Relax before you blow a fuse." Mark spoke up, "The angrier you get the harder it will be to find her."

Dark took a deep breath, "I know. It's rather difficult to control such emotion when you know what's on the line, so to say."

"I've never gotten an explanation."

"All you need to know is that I, nor Mors or Contrarium can let harm come to (Y/n) by any means necessary." Dark jumped off a sturdy rock falling a few feet. "If she is harmed, we have failed."

"Whatever you say, man, your past is your past."

He continued on through the woods and although it stayed very dark around him the aroma of burning wood made its way under his nose.

"Something is burning, and it's not just wood." He paused, "I assume it's her. I'm not sure who else would be cooking marsh mellows in the middle of the woods."

"Please eat one for me."

"Hmmf we will see. I'm not here to have fun with her."

Dark walked slowly and carefully towards the growing light. Any sound of leaves or twigs could set her on high alert. There was no use in any other method.