Aderyn stumble and Roibon grabbed her by the elbow. “Sister?”
"She is here, the Dark one, and she…she brings someone dear to Becky and Caelum and…" Aderyn shuddered feeling that dark seed that her mother had placed within her wish to burst forth like a daffodil in spring. She tried to suppress it. She knew some of what might befall her, if she should give in to the darkness it was certainly death for her, if she did not then she would endure more pain. Pain would be endured, death was a finality.
Ninianne watched as her sister fell the moment she was pulled from carriage, it was amazing the woman had lived this long with her magic. What it must be like to be that weak and powerless, to be so normal. Even before the darkness Ninianne had always had her power. “Bring her along, I will find a suitable room to contain her after we have seen the prince and princess.”
Roibon wrapped his arm around Aderyn’s waist to steady her. "She’s here?" He asked, worried about his sister, and their kingdom. He had no doubt that the dark one would demand to see them. Even more troubling was the news that she brought someone dear to Becky and Caelum. Had she found a way to the other realm, or had she tricked that someone in to crossing over? It was all very troubling indeed.
Vivian scraped her knees as she landed on them. She didn’t cry out, though for fear of what Ninianne might do. Vivian bit her lip as henchman roughly grabbed her off the ground and made her follow her sister. She would have admired the grounds as they walked had she not been so scared, and the air wasn’t so heavy with… Vivian didn’t know what. All she knew was that it felt wrong, and very deadly.
Ninianne smiled sweetly at her sister. “If I must restrain you for it then I shall.” She put a hand to her seat to steady herself as the carriage came to a stop outside the entrance to the Fae palace. “But if you are cooperative you will find things so much more enjoyable.” She reached out and passed her hands over her sisters wrists and manacles appeared on them. “Now do try not to cause a scene, it will go better for you if you don’t.”
Ninianne stepped out of the carriage and those around them fell to their knees. The Dark had a strong hold in this kingdom and all recognized their Dark Queen as she was helped from the carriage.
Vivian flinched as Ninianne waved a hand over her wrists. She glared down at the manacles that suddenly appeared around them. "I can’t imagine anything you have in mind for me being enjoyable in the slightest", she sniped before swallowing hard. She had no doubt that Ninianne could make things a lot worse though if she did cause a scene.
Manhandled from the carriage, Vivian watched with horror as those around them fell to their knees for Ninianne. She was like a wicked queen from some fairy tale. Her eyes took in the scene before her, complete with a castle. As scared as Vivian was, she was also curious about what they would do in the castle. Were they here to meet someone as dark as Ninianne, or someone she was hoping to manipulate?
"Well, that isn’t your choice, if you join me then you get to decide who, if you don’t join me…well, then I get to pick who and how often and you will bear the Dark’s children. Do you get it now?" NInianne asked cruelly. "I didn’t bring you here simply for a family reunion, you are as I am and will make a strong vessel to bring more darkness into the world." Ninianne ran a hand over her own stomach, she too would aid the cause, but not yet, there was too much to do, but when she found one strong enough in the dark to bear her child then it would come to pass. She already had someone in her sights.
Vivian pressed her knees together as the color drained from her face. "No…" She gasped, shaking her head as if her denial would suddenly change Ninianne’s mind. "You can’t make me. I’ll kill myself before you can make me. Don’t think I won’t." She glared at her sister, horrified by the monster who wore a face identical to her own. She had known her own flesh and blood for no more than an hour, and she already loathed her straight to the core.
"What do I mean? Do try to keep up dear." Ninianne used a patronising tone to mock her sister, glancing out the carriage window to see how far they were from their destination. "I mean that the Dark has been at work in your world for some time, this one too, but only recently have we been able to cross the world with any real, how do you say it, man power. The time has come and here we are. Such fun." Ninianne laughed knowing the sound seemed to put Vivian off.
"And you dear, you get a choice and a chance to join us and spare yourself, perhaps I’ll even spare a few of your friends. Not likely but I might, and you’d get to pick who gets between your legs."
Vivian glared at Ninianne. She’d like to see how her sister would fare had she been in Vivian’s shoes; no clue what was going on or even exactly where she was. She’d heard from Katie about this other realm, but never had she thought she’d travel to it.
"If joining you means becoming like you, I think I’ll chose death." She tightened her fists so tightly that her nails bit in to her skin. "I do not wish to have anyone between my legs", she muttered stiffly. Reese’s death was still a wound far too fresh on her heart for that to even be a tempting offer, especially from such a wicked woman.
"He will not have any choice, just like he did not when I stole her from him before. Or had my agent do it I should say. She deserved her death for failing me." Ninianne grew quiet for the moment and then looked to Vivian again. "There are already those who would kill the wolf who would be Queen, and as for your cousin. Of course that was us, the tendrils of the Dark have been infecting the worlds for some time now."
Vivian felt as if she was in a nightmare. Her own flesh and blood was hell bent on killing those she cared for. The idea of Abigail becoming queen surprised her, though Ninianne’s next statement caught her immediate attention. "What do you mean?" She cautiously asked. Instantly her mind went back to what Henry said about everything being connected. Had he been right about that? Had Ninianne or people like her orchestrated all the catastrophic events that had befallen them?
Ninianne laughed, actually amused. Perhaps there was something of herself in this woman after all, if she could be turned she could be quite the power beside Ninianne. “If I am the stereotypical villain, then you shall be the stereotypical victim and your friend Becky will be the stereotypical dead princess.” Ninianne wasn’t buying the look of boredom at all, she could sense the tension in her sister. “Even now she rides towards her death, oh and your friend Abigail, would you like me to tell you what shall happen to her. Or that we will reclaim your pretend family Katie and break her completely when she kills those she loves…”
Fear gripped Vivian’s heart like an icy hand and squeezed it tightly. She glared at Ninianne. "You talk a big game, but I think that’s all it is. Caelum would never let anything happen to Becky, and you’re fooling yourself if you think you can kill Abigail that easily." She had no idea of her sister knew that Abigail was a werewolf, but she was guessing she did. She swallowed hard before asking about her cousin, well not really her cousin, actually. "Reclaim Katie? You mean to say you had someone possess her?"
"Oh look, kitty has claws." Ninianne laughed at Vivian’s outburst, it was nice to know her blood was not completely pathetic. Just some what. "I’m sure she would have been a good deal of fun, though from the images in your mind she was weak none the less, the darkness broke her rather than enriched her, happens with most. They are too weak and pathetic to truly understand the forces they touch on."
Vivian rolled her eyes. "I suppose you understand the forces that you touch on." She let out a short laugh and shook her head. "You sound like every villain from every movie ever made." Sighing, she looked down at her nails as if she were bored rather than trying to figure out how to escape. "This is just my luck. I get scooped up in to some strange land, find out I have a twin sister, and she turns out to be some stereotypical villain."
"She?" Ninianne raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and looked at her sister. "Was this your lover’s wife, perhaps? Or a jilted lover? Or did you very presence offend?" She enjoyed taunting this woman that the Dark had shown to have had a perfect life, that it was not perfect after all was most amusing.
Anger replaced Vivian’s fear and confusion as she felt her hands ball in to fists. Narrowing her eyes, she regarded Ninianne with dislike. “She was a psycho who could not let go of the past”, she replied coolly. "I’m sure you two would have gotten along famously."