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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 23:29:53 GMT -5
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Alistair did not turn as Vaughn walked around him to look at things. he just stood there, knowing what was to come. He was rather glad he had hidden the gifts of the daggers under her covers in the bed. He stood there while he heard Vaughn looking around, knowing Vaughn was going to line his pickets with whatever he found.
Alistair would just have to make sure his 'cut' was all of her things. He would have to find a way to return them. He did not want to be the cause if heartbreak should of these things turn out to be her mothers, or something. Women got angry over things like that.
Even if he could not be around her ever again, then he could at lest remind her he was watching from the shadows. Creepy. "I did not think you were the type to collect women's hair decorations." He turned to look at Vaughn, "You do wear your hair like a woman's, which one matches your armor better?"
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 23:19:55 GMT -5
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For the record, Alistair was aware this was by far the dumbest thing he had done as of yet. Unlike all the other dumb things, Vaughn was not to blame for talking him into this one. Just encouraging the plan. For today they were after no princess (as Alistair had a new founded rule ageist kidnapping them), nor a maid. Nope, today they were after the KING of CAMELOT, himself!
Dressed a knight of Camelot, Alistair rode along with a small group of men who were escorting the king, to where ever he was wanting to go this time. Vaughn would sent in some hired bandits to attack them, and in the mist of the chaos, the king would conveniently disappear. The plan was not the best, nor most thought out of all the plans they had, had but Alistair had learned that the less you plan the more you could improvise.
Alistair looked up, at the top of a hill they were riding by and noticed that the bandits were there, and about to attack. He gave a shout of warning, so the knights would look up there. Now it was Vaughn's turn to draw their attention.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 18:27:35 GMT -5
Alistair was not so deep into his fever that he could hear. At lest not just yet. Had he been left there, as he almost had expected to be, he'd have to make the trip to the village for help. IF he made it, he'd have to hope they could help. Rilan could heal wounds but not bring people back from death. Then, IF he lived he'd have to set out tracking her back down.
However he felt her hands on him, and he began to awaken slightly. What was she doing? By the time he had slowly drug his mind out of the feverish dream he heard her muttering at him. "I can't be dead. An Angel wouldn't nag me." He opened his eyes for a moment, to look at her before closing then again. "Unless am in hell."
His body went loose under her hands as he slipped into the fever again. He did not have a vision while there, but he did dream. It was not unknown, nor events to come that he saw it was the past. The kings men, riding up to the home, taking his mother. Her screams. Alistair, a ten year old boy, being dragged out the back door by his uncle. Alistair tried to fight them, so he go go to his mother . . . Not knowing he was dream, he grabbed the princess' hand in a busing grip. "NO! Let me go!"
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 15:42:33 GMT -5
He sat there silently, watching her sleep. It was odd to find watching her peaceful when he wanted to hate her so badly. She played him, drugged him, embarrassed him before the only constant person in his life, and made him start thinking about how lonely his life was. There had not been many women in his past but none of them made him think or feel like she did. He wanted to shake her for that alone.
The burning in his shoulder was growing worse. Now it felt like his whole back was on fire more then just the wound. He head felt like it would split into. He knew he should try to get in the water and rinse it out but he could not summon the will to move. He would have blamed the drug (and her) had he not been . . . Been . . .
Alistair sat there trying to recall what he had been thinking. What had he been? He knew the headache and burning were not good signs. He forced him self to stand, removed his boots and stumble into the water. However his wound was bandaged so he could not get to it to clean. Groaning in annoyance he did his best to removed her hard work. After more work then he,d like he walked back to shore and laid face down on the ground. He should have tied her up, she could run while he was sleeping. The next few hours were going to be hell. . .
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 14:56:17 GMT -5
He sat there silently, letting her wrap it. He had half expected her to attack him, but she only did ass he said she would. She wrapped it, nice and tight in order to keep it from moving and then stepped back. At lest she was smart enough to give him space. If she had tired any of the soft girl stuff again,he might have wrapped his hands around her neck and . . .
Done nothing. He shook his head in disgust. She'd ruined him. Before he could hate her, think about killing her to beating her. Now he just was full of rage and could not even enjoy the thoughts of choking the life of her. Oh how the mighty had fallen.
He put the knife in his boot, and then tossed the bag at her. "Sleep. Your going to need it." He leaned back against the rock and just stared at the water. He knew she should bind her up, so she could not run away but he was to tired to try. There were sounds coming from the trees which grew darker the later the night grew. Besides, he was not close to falling asleep.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 14:05:31 GMT -5
I cannot read what the words say! It is too small...  What does it say?
It just talks about the bromance of the show, and their budget. Talks about how you will see allot of battles and their aftermath in S3. Camelot is at war. I can try to make it bigger for you on my computer tonight after work, if you wanted to read it Neav.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 14:03:26 GMT -5
When she came closer he watched her for a moment, not moving as if he had expected her to attack him or something. He however ignored her after she only picked up his shirt. He held his arm close to his chest, so the muscles did not have to stretch.
"You'll be lucky if I can refrain my self from doing it anyway." He growled out to her, after he offer of help. He knew however he could not bandage it himself. "Bind it. Do nothing else." Not clean it, not try to sew it shut. He did not trust her, she had drugged him!
He didn't want her kindness after she betrayed him. It was to hard to keep a clear head around her. He pulled a smaller knife from his bag and used it to motion for her to come closer so he could cut the rope that bound her hands. He however was NOT giving her a knife this time.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 13:03:45 GMT -5
He saw he look at his and then his bleeding shoulder and he shook his head slowly. "There is no need pretend you care out here." He sneered out before walking closer to the water. If she ran out here, there was no were to go. Not more miles and miles. These were dangerous too, known for all sorts of dangers. He was not going to warn her however. He was done warning her.
He sat down by a rock near the water's edge and then slowly slipped off his shirt. The pain alone made him groan and move in jerks. Stopping and starting as the pain shoot like a knife (no pun meant) down his back. When it was off, he sat there for a long moment. Resting before trying to look over his shoulder at the wound.
He never should have turned his back on the man. He had saw that knife at her neck and not given the fallen man another thought. His mistake almost cost him his life. Vaughn had stepped up; something Alistair had not seen coming. After the almost rape of the princess, Alistair had thought they would cut ties, but Vaughn could not be completely dark and evil if he was willing to save his life.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 14:33:42 GMT -5
Alistair lead them out of the clearing, and in a different way then they had gone before. The ground started off flat and grassy but the deep they got into the woods the more the silence grew between them and the rockier the ground got. And the steeper. The soft hills of Camelot slowly turned into the climbs of the mountains.
She might not know it, but they were still following the river, just far enough back from it, that she would not be able to see it. The river would turn and curve and cross in front of them in a few miles, and that would be were they'd camp for the night. With no tent, and nothing comfortable to rest on.
He stopped at one point, and leaned on a tree. The sounds of the river just now reaching them. He was sweating from the effort to keep walking. He knew he would have to bandage it soon. He pushed off the tree, and lead them the rest of the way to the river. There it was beautiful. A slight drop in the hill created a waterfall, and a large pool of water below. It was clear, and you could see the stars reflected back at you. "We camp here for the night."
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 14:07:04 GMT -5
Alistair was about to speak before he heard her speak up. He turned his head and shot a glare down at her before looking back at Rilan. "We're leaving." He walked around them, and pulled her along thought not forcefully. He lacked the will to deal with the pain of jerking her along. At the tent he reached in and pulled out his bag.
Marc followed along. "You should not go alone. You should stay." Alistair looked over at him while slowly looping the bag over his uninjured side, his injured shoulder burning in protest of moving. "I can not." He would not stay here, giving her more ways to trick and use him. Alone he could watch her, and do things he could not to around children. "I can not travel with you, my ribs are still broken from Pendragon's men." Alistair gave him a shrug and was about to reach over to start dragging her again when Marc offered up a leather pouch, "It's not much, but it will help you close the wound." Alistair looked at it a moment before taking it. "I wish you better luck then I had in your travels."
It was a good bye. Marc gave a nod in return, ignoring the princess. Alistair looked over at her and pulled on her hands. "Say goodbye to the easy life, for the next two days you're going to wish you were back here." He promised her, and the pulled on her hands to make her start walking. He was not going to go easy on her, not after last night.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 13:08:11 GMT -5
Alistair stopped walking again for a long moment. They were not far from the village now, but he wanted all his strength for the coming conversation with Rilan. So he planned to just wait until he could walk in there and pretend it was minor. He was, minor but fresh wounds always hurt. Plus he had not bandaged it, and he was still bleeding. He could have asked Vaughn for help, but Alistair's pride was already at an all time low right now. He had not wanted to add something else to it, by asking for help.
Starting off again, he held onto her bound hands tighter. Not from fear of her leaving but from the pain in his shoulder. Some men might be able to pretend such things did not hurt, and keep fighting along with it, but Alistair was not one of them types. He rarely was injured in a fight, for he was quick and smart enough to avoid getting hit.
Entering the clearing, he noticed Rilan was standing by the fire. The bucket they had left by the river was with him along with a worried looking Mae. She had Mae wrapped around her to.
No. They were not staying. She was dangerous to them. Rilan and Marc started walking to meet them, with Mae following a few steps behind. "Go to your brothers, Mae." Alistair called out to her, and then Rilan turned to say something to her. Mae ran off, giving them all a worried look. Especially at the princess' bound hands. When they were closer, Alistair spoke in a lower voice. "We were attacked." He said, not telling them the story behind it, "Can you fix this?"
Rilan looked at his blood soaked shoulder and spoke, "I warned you." Alistair knew this would come. "We had a deal, that did not include your warnings." Rilan's shoulders tensed up, "Nor did it include my healing." Alistair had expected as much, both men's pride were involved and Alistair was not about to beg the man.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 12:37:03 GMT -5
Alistair gave a small nod of his head when she answered, but ignored the other part when she spoke. He gave a soft groan as he pushed off from the tree and keep walking. It had not taken long to run this distance, as they both had been in a hurry when running that way. Walking back was taking more then twice as long to cover the same distance. It also meant that if Rilan was not feeling kind that it would be twice as hard to cover the distance he had plan to later.
He should have known she would run. That it was tonight and not tomorrow. He should have not let her go into Rilan's home. He should not have trusted her to leave his side. He thought back to her first escape attempt by the river. She had pulled the chain mail over his head and ran. She had temped him with her touches before hand. She had used the same method this time! He had not learned a damn thing! She just took her time and planed her hand well.
He had thought there was something between them, that whatever it was would hurt them both in the end. She had only been pretending? Was she really that cold? He had wondered that before. She spoke of ordering Mae's death, and he had wanted to hit her. It seemed nothing was above her. She would do anything. Say anything.
And yet, he still could not summon the emotion to truly hate her. He shook his head with disgust at himself, yeah he was really an idiot.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 11:43:47 GMT -5
Alistair said nothing. Which was not unusual for him, for he said nothing all the time. However he had begun to start speaking with her, opening up some. Trusting her. He was a bloody idiot. Now instead of the comfortable silence he spent his everyday life in, he felt the uncomfortable weight of the silence between them. She'd even ruined that for him, damn her.
This time it was him who had to pause and rest. The wound was not great, but it was painful. Add that and the small amounts of the drug still burning out in his body, he was rather uncomfortable. He had been able to move past it while saving her, but now that his body was calming down from the excitement it was harder to ignore. He was leaning against the tree while doing he best not to look at her, when he decided to break the silence that had filled the space between then since he started walking.
He wasn't particularly pleased with the words he asked, but he had to ask them now since Vaughn was away. Vaughn had already seen to much, and he was going to be a pain in the rear already. Alistair had not wanted to add more wood the fire that Vaughn was going to burn him with. "Are you unhurt?"
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 11:01:50 GMT -5
The pain in Alistair's shoulder exploded at the contact of Vaughn's hand. The only thing that keep him up right was pure will power and pride. His shoulders went forward and his head bowed down in effort not to fall over but he still managed it. He however, was promising his self that one day he would return the favor to Vaughn. Alistair did not let others get close, and not many tired. Vaughn was one of the few constant people in his life. In truth the only one. It wasn't a great friendship, and Alistair knew Vaughn would get him killed one day; but it wasn't something he could just break off.
He stayed liked that a moment before he forced his shoulders straight. He was about to slowly lift his head, knowing it would hurt to move the muscles to do so; when she spoke to him. He turned his head sideways to look down at her. "I don't think I can handle any more of your favors." He spoke in a deep voice, that held a colder tone in it then he'd used before.
He turned to start the long walk back to camp, and he waited for her to start moving before he did, but not out of unwillingness to jerk her around. This time it was because he was injured and unable to. He didn't trust her to even stay at the camp. He was debating in his mind if he should just forgot the village and take her somewhere else. She wasn't to be trusted, that much he knew.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 1:16:52 GMT -5
Alistair watched as Vaughn touched her, and could not say he approved or even enjoyed it. He did not say a word however, since he was to injured to fight her while binding her and honestly at this point, he didn't trust himself. She had played him, and lied to him. Had everything been a lie? He wasn't sure he could believe what he thought he was believing.
He was not used to being around people, when it came to such as this. Were her tears a lie? Her kiss? He wasn't sure he could judge her actions against what he knew and what he felt. He almost wished he could trade jobs with Vaughn but he did not trust the man to not hurt her; and even is all the rage he was feeling right now, he did not wish harm on her.
At lest not any done by Vaughn. Alistair whacked Vaughn in the chest with the sword, letting the man's chest plate protect him from any real harm. It was however a silent message to shut up, and walk away. Using his good arm he reached over to take her bound hands and pull her closer to him. "I would consider it a favor if you walked away first." Vaughn knew he was a druid, but he did not know the location of the Druid camps. Trust was one thing, being stupid was another.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 30, 2010 0:09:27 GMT -5
The pain shot thought Alistair's shoulder as he stood there. He had heard movement behind him but had assumed that it was Vaughn approaching. His knees buckled from the impacted and the pain but he knew from experience it wasn't a wound that would hinder him long. It did not mean it would not hurt and slow him down for a while.
He had not felt her hands on him until he was able to focus on something besides the knife like pain in his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder, ignoring her for the moment and saw the headless body not far from him and Vaughn there. The man had saved his life. Alistair had wondered how this encounter would end, wondering if Vaughn would become the foe that he often thought he could be but this proved other wise. Vaughn must see him as a friend to do this.
Alistair was also not a fool, and he knew that Vaughn enjoyed killing a little to much. He turned to look at the princess, and lifted his good arm up to cup the side of her face for a moment, checking to make sure she was unharmed from this. After a moment he dropped his hand and used Vaughn's sword to push off the ground.
His adrenaline had help burn off the drugs lingering in his system, but he still felt tired and the pain wasn't something he could just ignore. Rilan (if the man was feeling pleasant) could heal him. However they had rather angered the man today, and Alistair knew that the odds would be low. He looked over at the princess for a long moment, before speaking to Vaughn. "Bind her." He looked over at Vaughn then, he was not pleased with Vaughn's actions today but nor was he going to speak ageist the man with the woman who's been playing him all along standing right there. "Then go do your damn job."
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Post by Alistair on Aug 29, 2010 22:14:20 GMT -5
This was the moment; the one he had fought against. The one that he thought he could prevent. He could hear her screaming, and he pushed him self faster, harder, knowing he would not be in time to stop the beginning but he if was fast enough and strong enough he could stop the end game.
Alistair could see them now, ahead of him. Vaughn's back was to him, and Alistair was moving silently by this point. He knew the best chance of winning would be his element of surprise. He came to be next to Vaughn and he only paused for a moment, as none of the men were looking this way. He quickly pulled one of the swords from Vaughn's back while giving the man a promising glare before continuing to the men.
It was then the very still and silent man, exploded. One man had just gotten off the ground, his face red with anger and all of it aimed at her (And while Alistair could relate to that feeling, he wasn't willing to let the man enjoy his moment). He came up swiftly behind the man and used the sword more like a club, as he took and and swung at his head. The blade ended up lodged four or more inches into the man's head before it stopped. Alistair quickly pulled it free, for now he lost the surprise aspect of it and ran the blade into the man who had one of her arms before the shocked ruffian would pull his own sword.
The other man who had not gotten his hands on her yet, drew his blade and charged at Alistair but in his rage counted on his strength to do damage instead of his skill. Alistair moved faster and was bale to duck under the blade and bring his own up and into the man's belly.
Turning from the fallen man, leaving him to die on his own and not finish him off, Alistair turned to face the finial man who still head her. He man drew out a smaller dagger and held it on the princess. The blade was just below her chin, and Alistair did not look at her longer then a moment. He did not want to see any of the emotions such as fear that might be on her face. Alistair lifted his right knee so he would not have to bend over to pull out the blade he carried there.
He had given her one of the two blades on him at all times. After this he would only have Vaughn's sword so this one would have to count. As quick as he could (and what Alistair lacked in skill he made up for in speed), he raised it, aimed it and int he next moment it was lodged between the man's eyes.
Alistair stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. He still did not look at her, only at the fallen man before him while knowing there were two more dead men behind him and one more twitching and dieing. He was not a fan of killing, and unlike Vaughn it bothered him. These were faces he'd know for the rest of his life, even if he never spoke of them. He knew every face of every man he'd been forced to kill.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 29, 2010 16:06:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alistair on Aug 28, 2010 16:55:26 GMT -5
They closed on her, two of the men grabbed each one while the other two watched and planned out just what they would with her. Vaughn was standing back, watching the attack happen as if he enjoyed the sight of chaos and mayhem happening before him. Alistair knew he did. It was Vaughn's enjoyment that made him fight the dream more.
Alistair's body jerked awake ash he tried to force his lungs to inhale. It was as if he could not breathe. He sat there a moment, trying to take in were he was. It was a few moments before everything came back to him. Before he remembered . . . . . everything . . . .
He forced him self to stand, and with the drugs still wearing off, it was like standing for the very first time. He felt sand down his pants and looked over at the ground. She'd drugged him, then dragged him over here. He ran a hand over his face and it came away covered in dirt from the ground. After a few long moments, of steadying him self he looked to the way he'd knew she would run, and then bolted after her as fast as his slightly unsteady legs could carry him.
His vision meant he could fin her; maybe even get to her before they could hurt her. Then, he just might be able kill her himself.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 28, 2010 6:33:49 GMT -5
Alistair was not paying much attention to her, and at the same to to much attention to her. He knew where she was behind him, and knew the moment she came up behind him and down by the water. He did not see what she was doing, however. She placed her hand on him to make him look at her and when he did she moved in to kiss him. Something told him, this was the moment he had thought of mere moments ago. The one that would changed everything about their oddly formed relationship.
Just not how he thought it would.
He felt the liquid and jerked back. He could tell by her actions that it wasn't water. He pushed her back towards the water, and stood. Or tried to. That was the moment that he knew what had happened. She muttered something about being so sorry but all he could hear was the roar in his ears. He felt the earth shift and his body tilt, but never felt him self hit the rocky ground of the river bank.
The dream came before he was even fully out, but the moment he was he was trapped there. The draft wasn't strong enough to put him into a deafening sleep, he was dreaming just not able to jerk awake as the nightmare of the vision took over. He watched her in his dream; watched as the men grabbed her and drug her back. Watched as Vaughn watched and laughed at her. Alistair watched, knowing it would happen and he was helpless to stop it . . . .
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