Chapter seven

Terrifying Change

 

Ori walked out of her room sleepily.  Dania was standing in the hall nervously.  Ori walked over to Dania who looked even more nervous when she saw Ori coming toward her. 

“Lady.” She bowed slightly to Ori. 

“What time is it Dania?” 

“It’s half past the hour.”  She replied blankly.  Ori frowned.

“And what hour might that be?”

“Oh, of course, it is half past one this afternoon.”  Ori walked to the dinning area and sat down at the table.  Dania followed close behind her.

“Have I slept so long?”  Dania nodded and brought a tray with tea and it’s condiments over to the table.  “Was not my mother scheduled to return half past noon?” 

“She was Lady.”  She replied uncertainly.  Ori looked at Dania a bit worried.

“And she has not returned.”  Dania looked down.

“No Lady.”  Ori stared at Dania uncertainly.  The sound of the back door slamming caused us both to jump. 

“DANIA!”  a young woman cried.  Ori looked over to the direction of the cry then back to Dania.  She scowled. 

“Is that not Miya?”  She asked with quiet anger.  Dania nodded. 

“DANIA!” the voice cried again.  Ori got up and went for the kitchen.

“Lady please!  Please Lady let me handle this!”  Dania protested but Ori did not pay attention.  She felt that something bad had happened.  She opened the door but froze in her tracks when she saw Miya badly beaten.  She rushed to her side and Dania to Ori’s back.

“Miya…where is my mother?”  Miya looked up at Ori with tears in her eyes.

“I tried Madam…really I did…please Madam I tried.”  Tears came to Ori’s eyes.

“TELL ME!” she yelled at the servant girl.  “Where is my mother.” She asked again.

“Dead…Madam.  Two men attacked us on the road back from the Duke’s manor.  They beat me and made me watch as they…”  She choked on her words tears flowing more and more.  “I loved your mother…they killed her…” she kept repeating the last three words.  Ori stood up looking down.

“I do not blame you Miya.”  She said softly then ran out of the house.  She started down the road to the Duke’s manor.  Her eyes had dried up from the wind blowing in her face. She ran as fast as she could but fell when she tripped on her dress.  She tore off as much as she could to be able to run and move freely then started off again.  She had run for ten minutes when she heard a noise in front of her.  She slowed and hid behind a tree.  She saw two men standing around drinking something from a bottle laughing drunkenly.  One man stepped over to the right just enough for Ori to see a woman’s body on the ground, her mothers.  Tears formed in her eyes again, angry tears.  Ori started to move but stopped when she heard the men talking.

“I hope the Lady will pay us good for this.  She’s an evil one.”  One man said.

“Yeah when she wants something she’ll kill anyone wont she?”  The other replied.

“Why did she want the baron’s wife killed again?”

“Competition.  The baron’s whore for a daughter was moving in on the duke’s son.”

“She claimed the duke’s son?”

“Yeah.  Says he’s warming up to her ‘an this will make as a warning to the baron’s whore.”

“oh.” Ori shook with anger and clinched her fists tightly.  She ran toward the men enraged.  They both realized she was coming and smiled wickedly.  “Here comes the whore now.”

Ori threw a fist toward the man closest to her but he blocked it then grabbed her.  He twisted her arm behind her and made her face the other man.  He walked toward them.

“Hey you look familiar.” He ran a hand down her cheek lightly then grabbed her chin.  Ori made her face as blank as she could.  “We didn’t get to finish that night at the creek.  Maybe we should now.”  He looked down at her torn dress and touched the waist of it.  “Looks like you were expecting us.”  He smiled wickedly which in reply Ori smiled back.

“Of course I was expecting you.”  She filled her smile with her best seductive manor.  The man wasn’t sure if she was playing or being serious.   The man behind her lightened his grip just a bit which was enough to give Ori some room.  She pushed hard off of the man in front of her that knocked him down and fell backwards on top of the man behind her.  She used the fact that they were drunk to her advantage.  She rolled on top of the man on the ground, straddling him and smiled. 

            “I prefer to be on top.”  She moved her leg up his slowly.  The man grinned obviously turned on.  She moved a hand down his chest further and further down to the rim of his pants then moved her knee between his legs.  The man sighed harshly and licked his lips.  She winced at the smell of his breath but kept her smile.  She quickly jabbed her knee between the mans legs which made him wince and cry out.   She rolled off of him and he rolled over to his side.  The other man had finally found himself and went toward her.  She still had her back to him as he came closer.  She closed her eyes then turned toward the man so fast that he didn’t even see her move.  She moved behind him before he could see where she went.  Her movements were surprising even to her.  She grabbed the man from behind kicked his knee and sent him flying into the ground she stood over him legs on either side of him staring down at him.  Anger had covered the man’s face.  He kicked up toward her but she jumped out of the way before he hit.  She landed on her feet crouching.  He got up and headed toward her and threw a couple of punches that she dodged and blocked.  He pulled out a knife and started swinging it at her.  She grabbed one of his swings and brought his arm behind him twisting it tightly.  She grabbed the knife and held it to his throat but before she could think she cut it.  The blood seeped onto her hand.  

            She cried out and dropped the man.  He put a hand to his throat and looked at her terrified.  She hadn’t cut to deep.  She looked disgusted as the two men looked at her in fear then ran off.  She stood there unbelieving that she had just done that.  She started to cry hysterically and fell to the ground.  She crawled to her mother still crying.  She looked at her mother then dried her tears and picked her up.  She started back toward the house.  She softly said, “I love you mummy.”

 

Note: I got sick of the other font so sorry for the change.

 

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