His mouth dropped open,the stun struck Tobiath was now just staring at the woman. If there was no windows holding out the strong gales of wind that was sucking out the flames in the fire place so well, he felf that he could have been bowled over. He thought she was pretty before, but now she was stunning. He actually shook his head to try an wipe out these feelings. He tried to think of his father, trying to stem hate from his core again but he could not. She was beautiful.

 

Then he heard the word "Dreadlady" He was in the presence of one. He was, as he suspected in love with one. He also did not understand why he was not dead by now. Throw a rock at a woman and when it hit, she would not be angry but satisfied but a rock was thrown at him here and he was destroyed.

 

Then of all things she kissed him. He did not know which leapt first his heart or his loins, but either way they were both stirring. He just looked at her when she sat back down and offered him "supper", he was dumdstruck. Gawping at the woman, the beauty in the chair.

 

5 minutes ago he wanted to kill this woman, now he wanted to ravage her. 5 minutes ago this woman was pale and looking very similar to the witches of the tower, but now she was the oppitomy of beauty, and her eyes held evil.

 

"I j-j-just dont know what to say." He stuttered, "You are all I hate in the world, but I...you seem to have cast a spell on me, and now I cannot do anything but stare at you and listen" His voice was still trying to hold anger but he knew it was faltering with every word. He wanted to try and make sure she could not see his faltering, and foolishly added in a voice which held no pashion, "You will not escape from this." In his head she would not escape as she was. She now had him!

She laughed, "welcome to the dark side Tobiath, was it?" she nodded her head in answer to herself. "Lets eat one should never swear distracted by hunger, nor pain so maybe if you ask nicely i can do something about some of those bruices you earned yourself"

 

She broke some bread and cut a slice of chease, adding a slimer of meat on top. She needed to go shop soon unless this one was a hunter, likely was if he was trained in the yard. "You know i think i got some begining tasks for you, make sure you dont faint over a litle blood, as the cabinet need restocking, specialy if we are gonna live two off the food." She found it all very amusent, specialy his final drop of control.

His final stem of anger snapped. He was now just submissive. He could feel the well of emossions he taped on when he needed it. The swirling mass of pain, fear and hatred, encapsulating the rest of his feelings like iron bars keep in a villain.However in this room at this moment of time, he felt like he was unable to use any of his skills. This woman was a presence within herself. She was the opitamy of self confidence, but who would not be with the power that she claimed she had?

 

He hung his head as she offered him a plate of food. He could smell the sweet meat and the strong cheese and it made him think of his now rumbling belly. He was still wet from the rain and he would be glad to sit down next to the fire and eat something. He took the plate and sat in a chair. He was still a bit dumbstruck by the situation at hand. His head was spinning, there were no thoughts that were making any sense to him now but he knew that he was in awe of the womans presence, as well as her form.

 

Her words about eating for two made him realise she wanted him to go and find something in the woods. He looked into her deep bejewelled eyes. "The storm will be keeping everything hidden. If I wait till it passes there will be plenty of chances to catch something then."

 

"That is unless you want me to find something now!" He looked at her for a moment longer before he dropped his head again. Why had he given in? His hatred and anger were not coming up any more, he could not draw on its strength. A knot of emossions battled in his chest, but nothing moved. He stood up and walked to a window opening it, he emptied his stomach contents to the floor outside. He had never lost control so completely before.

M'bela opened a drawer and took out a botle of whisky, walking over she laid a hand on his neck, her nails gently caresing the skin. "No not tonite, later, there is still enough for a while, and shoping will be needed eventualy for what cant be caugth, but it should spare some shoping trips from beeing made." She waited till he drew back in from the window before handing him the bottle.

 

"Here this should help some.." she used her touch on his neck as her access point, drawing familiary on the source till she could sink the weaves of dvelving into him. She smiled at the shudder, knowing he would have felt it, "..nothing for me to fix, just relax let the drink do its job and the food should stay down soon enough." she smiled and walked back to the table, she served herself another portion while watching her new amusement.