I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd share a snippet of my current work in progress today. Enjoy!
Crystal Warriors (Title subject to change).
She woke up under her bed, sweat dripping onto the stone floor as her heart raced. The hard click of boots echoed from the other side of the door.
Be Vladimir coming to check on me; please be Vladimir! She knew it wasn't though. Vladimir never made a sound when he moved and only one other person was allowed anywhere near her chambers.
The door groaned an agonized protest as the intruder shoved it open. Black boots and the tip of a dripping blade became visible from her hiding spot. She worked to control her breathing, afraid the man might hear her wheezing gasps.
Calm yourself, you'll never survive an attack if you become a hysterical ninny! Vladimir's advice from one of their training sessions barked in her mind. She took slow, deep breaths and waited for her chance.
The man jerked the bed clothes off the mattress and cursed. She didn't dare react to the sound of that familiar voice. He'd kill her no matter what they'd once been to each other.
He stomped to the other side of the room, and stabbed his sword into her closet.
Now! While his back is turned!
She skittered out from under the bed and darted for the door, snagging her sword off the footboard as she ran. She heard him shout her name and scramble after her, but she didn't stop; didn't make the mistake of looking back.
She slipped on the wet, crimson stairs; falling the last few risers to the ground. The stomp of his boots had her up and running again. She tried to lift the heavy oak bar from the great hall's door, but her muscles refused to give her the strength she needed.
"No where to run, little Erza?" His voice taunted her as the footsteps stopped. Resting her forehead on the door, she took a deep breath and turned, pulling her sword from its sheath.
"Obviously, Rupert." She replied.
His face darkened, "Don't take that tone with me, Young Lady, I'm your father. I deserve your respect!"
"Even when you're about to kill me in cold blood? I don't think so. Besides, you haven't been a father to me in a long time. The Warriors are more parental than you are. They at least care about me." She replied, taking a guarded position in the middle of the room. She quickly wiped the sweat from her brow; she couldn't afford to be blinded.
"They tolerate you on my orders, you impudent little bitch!" He sung his broadsword down hard toward her head.