PredatorX
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Spring 1250
If Lucian Barret had been a god righteous, god fearing man he had shivered at the idea of kidnapping a nun. Fortunately had his faith in god died two years earlier together with his foster father in an enclosed hospital room. To abduct Mellisande Deverell did not cause him a moralic dilemma now.
Lucian took a deep breath of the thin mountain air and took out a white bandana from his saddle bag. He would wipe it around his face. Even if he would reveal his identity to his prisoner he didn't wan't her to recognise him to soon and accidently reveal his identity to others.
The good sisters of St. Ursula's would not appreciate his plans for Mellisande. He peeked through the large crack in the stonewall to spy on the young nun. After spending several days of studying the rituals of the convent's habitants Lucian had started to focus on this young woman.
As he watched her profile where she sat and read her book he tried to find the confirmation that she really was the right person. The adorable woman in her simple clothes had no resemblance to the hell raiser he remembered.
Ten years earlier she had screamed her heart out when her parents had told her that she would be sent to a convent. It was said that she had cried half the way to France.
The confirmation of her identity came when the playtime started. Lucian saw how she ran around with three children in the sunny garden. The scene reminded him of his childhood with his brother Roarke and their neighbour Mellisande. A glimpse of bright red hair showed when she ran around with the young ones. The smile on her lips told of a lively personality.
Melissande. There was no way this could be anyone but Mellisande. The woman Roarke had commanded Lucian to bring home from the convent in the french Alps. Same woman whose liberation would pay Lucians debt to his brother. Roarke wouldn't be dissapointed. Mellisande had developed into a real beauty. If Lucian had been worthy to bring another Barrets into the world he had without hesitation taken to chance of owning such a wife to bring him heirs.
But that he had passed to Roarke. Lucian would keep doing pendance for the life he took with his sword. Despite that many said it was an accident he lay all the guilt on his own bloody hands.
He looked back to the cheery bunch and noticed thatMellisande had become stiff in her body and her eyes was at the crack in the wall. I'm saving her Lucian tried to convince himself but she did not seem to have the need to be saved. She looked happy.
Lucian covered his lower face with the bandana. This needed to be quickly done he decided as he was ready to jump in action. He saw that Mellisande told the children to go inside. Now was the time to act. Lucian was ready to act in a crime against god.
Spring 1250
If Lucian Barret had been a god righteous, god fearing man he had shivered at the idea of kidnapping a nun. Fortunately had his faith in god died two years earlier together with his foster father in an enclosed hospital room. To abduct Mellisande Deverell did not cause him a moralic dilemma now.
Lucian took a deep breath of the thin mountain air and took out a white bandana from his saddle bag. He would wipe it around his face. Even if he would reveal his identity to his prisoner he didn't wan't her to recognise him to soon and accidently reveal his identity to others.
The good sisters of St. Ursula's would not appreciate his plans for Mellisande. He peeked through the large crack in the stonewall to spy on the young nun. After spending several days of studying the rituals of the convent's habitants Lucian had started to focus on this young woman.
As he watched her profile where she sat and read her book he tried to find the confirmation that she really was the right person. The adorable woman in her simple clothes had no resemblance to the hell raiser he remembered.
Ten years earlier she had screamed her heart out when her parents had told her that she would be sent to a convent. It was said that she had cried half the way to France.
The confirmation of her identity came when the playtime started. Lucian saw how she ran around with three children in the sunny garden. The scene reminded him of his childhood with his brother Roarke and their neighbour Mellisande. A glimpse of bright red hair showed when she ran around with the young ones. The smile on her lips told of a lively personality.
Melissande. There was no way this could be anyone but Mellisande. The woman Roarke had commanded Lucian to bring home from the convent in the french Alps. Same woman whose liberation would pay Lucians debt to his brother. Roarke wouldn't be dissapointed. Mellisande had developed into a real beauty. If Lucian had been worthy to bring another Barrets into the world he had without hesitation taken to chance of owning such a wife to bring him heirs.
But that he had passed to Roarke. Lucian would keep doing pendance for the life he took with his sword. Despite that many said it was an accident he lay all the guilt on his own bloody hands.
He looked back to the cheery bunch and noticed thatMellisande had become stiff in her body and her eyes was at the crack in the wall. I'm saving her Lucian tried to convince himself but she did not seem to have the need to be saved. She looked happy.
Lucian covered his lower face with the bandana. This needed to be quickly done he decided as he was ready to jump in action. He saw that Mellisande told the children to go inside. Now was the time to act. Lucian was ready to act in a crime against god.
