Reaper's Word

Clair found that the next week she saw very little of the hell hounds and was a bit more free to move around and search. Isaiah was a little harder to avoid, but she managed it. She was always making sure to stay open feeling for him. The second she felt anything that might signal him she ran.

One thing was for sure she was very glad for the toiletries in the house, and for the absence of the hell hounds. She didn't think that being a woman at certain times of the month and their sense of smell would work so well. Clair found out that there were only five left. Including her, of the original twelve that had come here with her.

She was also in better shape than them, emotionally and physically. She thanked god for her talents because they were really the reason that she was doing as well as she was. They were just growing stronger and she learned a new thing about herself as well. She was far more athletically inclined than she had ever thought possible.

She should be after two weeks of living here. The outside worlds seemed like it was a glorious fairy tale she'd once been told. As if out there was the unrealistic book, and in here was the truth of reality. This house was her world now. She took to learning what she could, it meant that she would just be that much better off. Somehow it seemed like she'd always been here. Like she'd always be here, this was her tomb.

"At least it's a beautiful tomb." She said moving with her sketch pad and items to find a place to draw. She kept going up when she found the stairs. She came to a set of stairs that were wooden. Here she went up she tried to open the door but couldn't.

So she used her mind and it popped open easily, and she stepped out onto the wide expanse of roof. She moved around it, there were other doors as well here, but very few. Perhaps only three of four. She moved across the roof to where she found a large pyramid of glass.

Looking down she could see the design on the ballroom floor now. It was an intricate pattern and looked like a mosaic. The rose across the floor with silver lining all the edges couldn't be seen unless you were up here. She stared at it for a minute before deciding what she wanted to do.

After all there wasn't much to do but wait. Wait to be caught, wait to get away, wait to die, or for an answer that wasn't going to come. So Clair found ways to pass her time. Something she could escape into for a while. She was tired of sitting in her wall.

She pulled out her sketch pad and started to draw. It was close to ten in the morning, so she had plenty of time. Not to mention she hadn't even heard the slightest movement around the house from anything that might try to take a bite out of her.

annoyed her that at times she would dwell on it. That this rush also seemed to start to happen thinking about it. An uncomfortable womanly need. She immediately shut it out. No, that was so very wrong, horribly wrong.

It was cool out now. She'd found a sweater and taken it to use yesterday. It was over sized but warm. A black color, she'd found jeans in her size and

got up and hurried to the closest door and went down. She knew where she was then and moved to find her hiding place. Tucking the drawing into her pack she climbed into the

getting used to this. She went up to where her stuff sat. She hit the little tap light there. In her ten foot by ten foot space. She had a storage bin for food, and another bin for clothing and personal

managed to rig something with a bit of rope and extra muscle power. She laid down putting her head on a pillow that she'd found and looked up at the ceiling. She had a drawing of the night sky with trees edging it

into darkness. At least now she knew if she wanted to really look at the sky or breathe fresh air, she could go to the roof. Clair closed her eyes and tried to think of peaceful calming things. Things that she missed. For one, to sleep in a bed would be nice, and to see her adoptive parents again. With these thoughts she fell asleep with

tap light and looked around thinking that something had gotten into the vents, but no. The sound came again and it was a bit farther away. She sat listening for a moment, breathing slow and not making a sound, she pushed her mane

what was going on. It wasn't a noise that she had ever heard before. Clair looked down the chute to her right

be quiet. The metal here was fairly warped from

a minute and didn't hear anything. She continued on a bit more slowly, she heard growling coming from everywhere, like the

that wasn't what held her attention. The three hell hounds were weaving back and forth in front of some

seemed, just the glow of the moon outside. In the room two people were near the

like the skin might be a midnight blue color or black. Sprouting from its back were two huge wings tattered and frayed at the bottom. They swept up in a curved motion with claws at the end. It brought the wings down and hooked them around its throat giving it the

and then it felt like someone punched Clair right in the head. She felt the urge to come out of the grate and reveal herself. It was so strong and she just about did it. This sound, it was in her mind, she

the other side and she wasn't going to him. Two doors opened and another man came in. They waited a bit longer no one breathing, nothing moving and then the doors slammed shut. That sound... it had been a compulsion to