wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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The agreement had been forged so many generations ago it was hard to imagine how the pact had been sealed. The McKenna's could no longer remember the days their family had hid in the hills from the Romans, they could not trace the times that their family needed to gain dominance over another clan. But that day had passed. In centuries long since past the head of thier family had made a deal with the very devil himself, promising that a daughter, beautiful and not yet touched by a man would be offered over. She would be lost to her family forever and become on of ...them.
The daughter was supposed to be delivered in the next generation. She had to be a McKenna from both sides as McKenna's were strong warrior stock. But McKenna women seemed to have a fire in them. The daughter chosen from the next generation had known many men by the time it was right to deliver her to THEM. It was explained to the mortals that the timing had to be right. They would be notified when it was about to be time.
A few hundred years ago, the chosen daughter had drowned in a childhood accident. This time the family had been more carefull. The McKenna's had flourished from this dark deal. The family was one of the most powerful and wealthy in the world. THEY were not going to wait any longer. If a chosen daughter was not offered this time, THEY would exact their revenge.
The family had not failed this time. Quinn McKenna had been raised in near solitude. She had been orphaned. It was an unfortunate side effect. Her parents had learned of the families intent and there was no talking to them. They would not have their darling turned over to the dark ones. It was days later when a car accident erased them from Quinn's life. She was an only child and a ward of the family now. She had a stellar education, but she had been educated within the walls of McKenna Manor. She had grown up playing with the servants' children and her cousins when they came to visit.
Quinn was a grown woman now. She was lovely. Quinn was petite as McKenna women usually were. Her slight frame was still strong and healthy. Her fair skin was a stark contrast to her dark hair and equally dark brown eyes. Her cheeks flushed in the cold and when her emotions rose. Today she was in the library reading.
Her uncle knew that the visitor was coming today. He had to come meet Quinn and decide if she would do. All of the family was waiting breathlessly. She had to meet his approval. She was the only one in this generation to meet the geneological requirments that THEY had set forth. Both of her parents were distant McKenna relations and she was from the line of Meara McKenna, the head of the family at the time the pact was made.
Quinn was sitting in the overly large leather chair in the library. She had a gaelic tome in her lap. She was a student of languages and history. She could almost imagine herself saying the words on the page. She dreampt of times past. She had had frightening dreams and visions. Her family always tried to shush them. It was if they were afraid of the contents of her dreams. She shook those thoughts from her head, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear. In all of her nineteen years she had never seen McKenna Manor in such an uproar. She was pleased that there was a visitor coming. She hoped he would be a good person to talk to, she was lonely for real company.
The agreement had been forged so many generations ago it was hard to imagine how the pact had been sealed. The McKenna's could no longer remember the days their family had hid in the hills from the Romans, they could not trace the times that their family needed to gain dominance over another clan. But that day had passed. In centuries long since past the head of thier family had made a deal with the very devil himself, promising that a daughter, beautiful and not yet touched by a man would be offered over. She would be lost to her family forever and become on of ...them.
The daughter was supposed to be delivered in the next generation. She had to be a McKenna from both sides as McKenna's were strong warrior stock. But McKenna women seemed to have a fire in them. The daughter chosen from the next generation had known many men by the time it was right to deliver her to THEM. It was explained to the mortals that the timing had to be right. They would be notified when it was about to be time.
A few hundred years ago, the chosen daughter had drowned in a childhood accident. This time the family had been more carefull. The McKenna's had flourished from this dark deal. The family was one of the most powerful and wealthy in the world. THEY were not going to wait any longer. If a chosen daughter was not offered this time, THEY would exact their revenge.
The family had not failed this time. Quinn McKenna had been raised in near solitude. She had been orphaned. It was an unfortunate side effect. Her parents had learned of the families intent and there was no talking to them. They would not have their darling turned over to the dark ones. It was days later when a car accident erased them from Quinn's life. She was an only child and a ward of the family now. She had a stellar education, but she had been educated within the walls of McKenna Manor. She had grown up playing with the servants' children and her cousins when they came to visit.
Quinn was a grown woman now. She was lovely. Quinn was petite as McKenna women usually were. Her slight frame was still strong and healthy. Her fair skin was a stark contrast to her dark hair and equally dark brown eyes. Her cheeks flushed in the cold and when her emotions rose. Today she was in the library reading.
Her uncle knew that the visitor was coming today. He had to come meet Quinn and decide if she would do. All of the family was waiting breathlessly. She had to meet his approval. She was the only one in this generation to meet the geneological requirments that THEY had set forth. Both of her parents were distant McKenna relations and she was from the line of Meara McKenna, the head of the family at the time the pact was made.
Quinn was sitting in the overly large leather chair in the library. She had a gaelic tome in her lap. She was a student of languages and history. She could almost imagine herself saying the words on the page. She dreampt of times past. She had had frightening dreams and visions. Her family always tried to shush them. It was if they were afraid of the contents of her dreams. She shook those thoughts from her head, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear. In all of her nineteen years she had never seen McKenna Manor in such an uproar. She was pleased that there was a visitor coming. She hoped he would be a good person to talk to, she was lonely for real company.
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