bars that even a Draugr would have difficulties trying to break it down, electronically operated, digitally as well, as guessed by the eye, face and voice scan sequences Jon had to go through before it opened.
If she ever considered Skovborg Fort a fortress, which she had, this made Skovborg appear like a farmhouse. A foreboding feeling crept up in her veins as they drove along the winding road, leaving the gate grinding shut behind them.
Though Chesapeake Manor, as Jon and Kjeld had referred to their home, was very much distinct all the way from down the road, it took an unexpectedly longer time than she’d expected to drive along the driveway before they stopped before its front doors.
Jon had attempted, with little success, to engage her in conversation throughout the whole drive. She’d however remained silent despite his attempts, her face impassive to all, her mind taking a reprieve at a dark corner in her head, not wanting to know what all this now meant.
She must escape, was what she kept thinking to herself. She could not stay here for months, she could not face a council that would condemn her to fate worse than death, in her opinion. She would escape, that she knew she must. And if worse came to worst, she’d kill herself, that was sure. The next life could not possibly be worse than this, if there was indeed a next life. And if it was, she’d kill herself in the next life too. Especially if she was to meet her father, and he held her in his clutches again like he had when she’d only been a child.
Her mother, that is at least one positive thing to look forward to in the next life. Meeting with her mother yet again, and old Torben. She’d remain by their sides like glue, and this time she’d be strong enough to keep them safe. She was not a little girl anymore, that one thing was sure, so anyone that attempted to hurt them would first have to get past her.
“It’ll be alright, Anja,” Jon emphasised yet again, stepping out of the car and rushing around to help her. However Anja did not wish to be helped at anything, so she too hastened to get out quickly, not wanting him to do her any favours. His face was slightly pinched with discomfiture as he stood before her, as he always did take such matters to heart.
“It’s only a car door,” she told him. “I can step out of it safely on my own.”
He looked as though he wished to press the matter further, but then chose to let it go and instead turned to appraise the impressive building they were standing before.
“It’s beautiful,” she finally confessed, which seemed to have him slightly comfortable again.
“It’s a lovely home too,” he told her.
“Well, I prefer something smaller, to be on my own and not have a whole coven around me, slowly turning me vicious..”
“We are not vicious..”
“Would you listen to yourself, Jon! Weren’t you the same person that not too long ago would discuss with me on the matter and concluded that Draugrs that live in a coven are considerable more vicious than those that live alone or in pairs?”
“Yes, I once thought so.”
“But now your opinion’s so conveniently changed because your master has a use for you..” The hard slap from Jon that landed on her face was expected, and she responded with a slap of her own, just as hard, maybe even more, managing to break his skin as its sound echoed across the empty grounds.
They were still glaring at each other in silence when three half-bloods appeared at the front door.
“I cannot believe you’d say those words to me, Anja.”
“They are the truth..”
“You’ve changed, and not for the better. I let you go for I thought you’d heal, instead you’ve let yourself be taken up by hate and anger, and..”
“Well, I wasn’t attempting to move on for I knew I was and would forever be in love with but one man!” She threw back at him. Now it was guilt rather than anger that crossed over his face.
“I never expected to fall in
If she ever considered Skovborg Fort a fortress, which she had, this made Skovborg appear like a farmhouse. A foreboding feeling crept up in her veins as they drove along the winding road, leaving the gate grinding shut behind them.
Though Chesapeake Manor, as Jon and Kjeld had referred to their home, was very much distinct all the way from down the road, it took an unexpectedly longer time than she’d expected to drive along the driveway before they stopped before its front doors.
Jon had attempted, with little success, to engage her in conversation throughout the whole drive. She’d however remained silent despite his attempts, her face impassive to all, her mind taking a reprieve at a dark corner in her head, not wanting to know what all this now meant.
She must escape, was what she kept thinking to herself. She could not stay here for months, she could not face a council that would condemn her to fate worse than death, in her opinion. She would escape, that she knew she must. And if worse came to worst, she’d kill herself, that was sure. The next life could not possibly be worse than this, if there was indeed a next life. And if it was, she’d kill herself in the next life too. Especially if she was to meet her father, and he held her in his clutches again like he had when she’d only been a child.
Her mother, that is at least one positive thing to look forward to in the next life. Meeting with her mother yet again, and old Torben. She’d remain by their sides like glue, and this time she’d be strong enough to keep them safe. She was not a little girl anymore, that one thing was sure, so anyone that attempted to hurt them would first have to get past her.
“It’ll be alright, Anja,” Jon emphasised yet again, stepping out of the car and rushing around to help her. However Anja did not wish to be helped at anything, so she too hastened to get out quickly, not wanting him to do her any favours. His face was slightly pinched with discomfiture as he stood before her, as he always did take such matters to heart.
“It’s only a car door,” she told him. “I can step out of it safely on my own.”
He looked as though he wished to press the matter further, but then chose to let it go and instead turned to appraise the impressive building they were standing before.
“It’s beautiful,” she finally confessed, which seemed to have him slightly comfortable again.
“It’s a lovely home too,” he told her.
“Well, I prefer something smaller, to be on my own and not have a whole coven around me, slowly turning me vicious..”
“We are not vicious..”
“Would you listen to yourself, Jon! Weren’t you the same person that not too long ago would discuss with me on the matter and concluded that Draugrs that live in a coven are considerable more vicious than those that live alone or in pairs?”
“Yes, I once thought so.”
“But now your opinion’s so conveniently changed because your master has a use for you..” The hard slap from Jon that landed on her face was expected, and she responded with a slap of her own, just as hard, maybe even more, managing to break his skin as its sound echoed across the empty grounds.
They were still glaring at each other in silence when three half-bloods appeared at the front door.
“I cannot believe you’d say those words to me, Anja.”
“They are the truth..”
“You’ve changed, and not for the better. I let you go for I thought you’d heal, instead you’ve let yourself be taken up by hate and anger, and..”
“Well, I wasn’t attempting to move on for I knew I was and would forever be in love with but one man!” She threw back at him. Now it was guilt rather than anger that crossed over his face.
“I never expected to fall in
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