Chapter 11 ~ What comes from within

Warnings: None really just some minor wording. 80)
Announcement: I am going to take a break from Sims story writing for a short time. Focus on editing my book and getting some of the more painful parts of this particular story worked out... This marks yet another point of contention with me, because now I am really far out of my comfort zone... LOL! but I promise I will be updating again, as well I will definitely be doing one more on BAtT just to tie one thing up... Hopefully soon... I will still be reading updates but am taking a break from my own. See y'all in late August or possibly September!

A chill crept through Lydie's body as she gazed out at the once empty sand, waves crashing and foaming against the shore without sound. Her eyes wide as saucers, she gaped at the woman slow recognition seeping through her as the creature focused it’s intently upon her.

“This can’t be happening! Y-You’re not real!” Lydie stammered, slapping her hands to her mouth as she stepped back.

A scream lodged in her throat as she backed away, nearly tripped over the lawn chairs that sat behind her. Her every sense screaming with warning, invoking a deep seeded fear one she had not felt since, since that time when she’d been a child. Jayden's aura washing over her, filling her with calmness as he fought to reach the sand.

Tears sprung to Lydie's eyes, the woman she had always known to be her mother seemingly floated over the sand. Trysten's face and eyes devoid of emotion despite the unspoken communication that passed between them. The explanation all that more frightening to Lydie, stealing her breath and tearing her soul to shreds.

Jayden's thundering footsteps coming closer, Lydie stared uncomfortably upon the quickly approaching figure. Her mother's telepathic conversation with her doing little to ease the pain of what she knew was soon to come.

“LEAVE ME ALONE,” Lydie screeched, fear searing her very being, her heartbeat ceasing as she took another step backward and came to a halt against a solid form. Her heart sinking as his arms wrapped about her in a protective embrace.

Jayden made it to the beach in just the right amount of time, Lydie's fear grasping his heart as he pushed harder towards her not relaxing until she was in his embrace.

A shaky sigh sliding easily from his lips as he deeply inhaled Lydie's clean scent, suddenly fearful it was to be his last, Trysten's sudden reappearance weighing heavily upon his mind. Strengthening his embrace, he pulled her tighter against his body, the feel of her against him igniting a raging fire within his soul. "I’m here Lyd,” he whispered throatily in her ear, the urge to profess himself engulfing him, the words he wished to say next sticking in his throat.

Feeling the rush of relief pass through Lydie's being he rested his vision on the quickly approaching figure. Narrowed his eyes dangerously, never in his life would he forget her, yet this was not what he had ever seen before. “Don’t you dare come near her!”

The intense gaze the creature focused upon him ensconcing his entire being with a sense of foreboding. It slipping through his thoughts that despite not knowing what Lydie was, she was far more important than he previously believed. Not just to the clan and Carter, more so to himself. Subconsciously Jayden pulled Lydie closer as the apparition reached out her hand, pointed at him. His mind suddenly overtaken with an ancient language. One that sounded familiar yet he could not place.

Tears stung Lydie’s eyes as her mother approached, a haunting whisper echoing loudly through Lydie's mind, words of regret, sorrow and yet most importantly words that welled a deep painful ache within her very heart. Despite Jay's protective embrace she had to face reality, the instructions being given to her for if she chose not, there would never be any peace. Lydie's heart shattered as she felt Jayden's discomfort, his sense of failure; fear enveloping her as she silently prayed he did not take what was to occur as his lack of protecting her.

Horrified Lydie watched as her mother reached out her long creamy hand, a burning sensation filtering through her as Trysten's fingers wrapped about her wrist. The woman's cool fingertips shooting a shock through Lydie's body as she was suddenly thrown into darkness…

“It is time for you Lydieanna Marcel to remember your true self…” The words echoed through the blackness, sucked the air from her lungs as Lydie was sent spiraling into the unknown.

Jayden dropped to the ground, incapable of believing what had just happened; one moment he had held Lydie safely within his arms, the heat of her body still reverberating through his body and yet she was gone. Gulping he choked down a furious sob, stifled the rapidly growing sense of failure.

Carter turned his head, blinked rapidly in confusion as he attempted to decipher what had occurred, his vision resting upon the distraught form of Jayden sitting upon the sand where his daughter had once stood. The thick and distinct scent of ocean and flowers engulfing him as he glanced fearfully about; fruitlessly searched for his daughter, the young woman he had just been lecturing.

Concern encompassing him, Carter focused intently upon Jayden, who sat uncomfortably and brokenly upon the sand. His dearest confidant was broken, had finally found love, a joy and yet a chagrin for him as well. Guilt for he had had desired their union, sent the man to meet her knowing it was to be, yet the recent developments worried him. Lydie was a danger, one in which he had been a part of creating. Arianne's involvement alone, told him that Lydie was more than he was aware of. His lack of knowledge weighing heavily upon him, stealing his ability to trust in even himself. “Jayden where is she?” he nervously questioned his usually calm and commanding voice pitchy from fear.

At the sound of Carter's voice Jayden forced himself from the ground, let loose a shuddering breath, “she…she’s gone,” he managed to stammer out, fighting at the emptiness that filled his soul, the hollow ache that penetrated his heart. Burying his head in his hands, he let loose a quiet yet rumbling growl, the sound hissing out from between the cracks of his fingers. Jayden had lost the only woman he had ever cared for, needed, his only love, and his life mate. He could not help but feel that if he had just admitted it to her and himself this may not have occurred, that alone ripping him apart.

Carter swallowed hard at the lump that lodged in his throat. A knowing deep within him as much as he willed it away. “Gone where?” desperation prevalent within his tone, un wanting to believe his mother would result to stealing the girl from them, especially when she was incapable of completing the change.

Jayden's disheartened gaze rose slowly upward, focused upon his benefactor, boss and beloved father figure. He knew it would ache the man especially being he had not been about his wits. “It was Trysten…,” he whispered brokenly, privately wishing it had disappeared into the wind by the mournful look that masked Carter's face at the mention.

Carter stumbled backwards at the name, “It’s not possible…,” he murmured shocked and incapable of believing it, not wishing to do such. His wife had returned from the dead, but how…

Fury suddenly replaced everything Jayden felt, he would be damned if he did not find a way to get her back, if he had to go to Arianne or Armand himself he would. “Carter did you know that Trysten was a day walker?” he tried his best to remain calm yet the words flew from his mouth on a venomous snarl.

“What else have you hidden from me in regards to Lydie?” he demanded, boring his eyes into Carter's soul, bypassing the elders attempts to block him, something shifting within him giving him a new sense and ability. It was rare for a younger half blood to be capable of breaching an elder’s barrier, yet he needed to know just what carter knew.

Carter sighed, confused at the statement, “Trysten could not be a day walker, I would have known.” He whispered as Jayden bypassed his barriers, searched through his memories, his thoughts.

The strange glow in his beloved friend and confidants eyes striking him odd, worrying him. “Jay how are you doing that?” he finally managed to stammer out, his head aching as Jayden's rage pounded against him, wracked his body.

Jayden tossed his head backwards, glared at the sky, as he broke free of the attachment. Guilt, disgust, and fear filling his very soul.

Turning abruptly away from his benefactor, Jayden silently cursed himself; he had never known he was capable draining another's soul energy. Carter's weak and pained statement frightening him. “I-I don’t know…” He lied achingly, his mothers face flashing through his mind as she spoke in the same language Trysten had…

Arianne stormed past Manning, her alert gaze quickly searching the room for Armand. It took her months to locate her husband and with his being here in Bayview unsettled her.

“Where is he?” she demanded turning her intense gaze upon the growling Lycan.

Manning had to swallow down the rage, the immediate lust he felt as memories of his onetime affair with his master’s wife flitted through his mind. Her beauty never ceasing to strike him.

“I do not know,” he eventually managed to force out, his entire body tingling as she raked her eyes over him, a cruel smile across her lips a flicker of something in her eyes as she rested her gaze upon that part of him. The intensity stirring feelings he had long since abandoned.

Clucking her tongue at him she brought her gaze back to his, matching him eye for eye her aura vibrating the air about them. “Such a shame, there was once a time that you were so willing,” Arianne purred huskily.

“Of course that was before you decided to take my husband’s mistress as your mate,” she added, placing extra emphasis to the word mistress knowing that it would unnerve him.

Guilt washed over Manning as he thought of his actions that day so many years before. The night she had arrived and found Armand and Alexis together along with Arianne. A chill shooting through his spine at the memory of his mate in his masters hands, the heated and passionate exchange between himself and Arianne. “Leave her out of this, had it not been for your husband Alexis would never have done such,” he snarled suddenly shaking the thoughts away worry engulfing him as he hoped Lexi had not been around when Arianne had arrived.

Arianne scowled at his reply, she knew it was truth yet she herself were partly to blame for her husband’s indiscretions; had she not left him to his own he would have never touched the girl.

Hurriedly dismissing the memories she narrowed her eyes upon the Lycan, "I do not know why you are here Manning, yet I assure you I have no qualms in tearing out your throat especially if it is as I suspect..." She snarled, her words trailing off at the sound of the door opening.

The scent of jasmine slammed against Armand like a brick wall as he rushed into his quarters.

"Well-well," he murmured under his breath as Armand’s wild-eyed gaze fell upon the delicate features, falls of white silk hair.

“I knew you could not stay away,” he murmured throatily, his body reacting in only the way it would to her. His canines lengthening as he thought of how sweet her blood would be.

He watched in amusement as she turned her enraged gaze from Manning upon him. His keen vision catching the faint movement of her throat as she swallowed fought against the heat that threatened to encompass her entire being. “Why are you here?” she growled the sound vibrating the air in an unearthly manner, throwing him off balance for the briefest of moments until he realized that she too was aware of the girl.

Sighing heavily he cocking his head and rested one hand upon his hip, “Est ce de toute façon pour saluer votre mari plein d'adoration?” he murmured in his native language, caressing each syllable as he slowly stepped forward. (*see Bottom for supposed translation, cant really trust word LOL!)

His eyes locking into hers holding her captive, “Mon amour, mon ange comment j'ai désiré ardemment pour toi …”he whispered when her barrier relaxed, her soul, and her body reacting to his presence. (** See bottom for supposed translation 80D)

She felt the slip almost immediately, her long silent heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears as he moved with the lithe grace of a panther stalking its prey.

Her mind numbed as he approached her, rolling heat settling deep within her core as his elegant, well-manicured hand reached out and he skimmed his fingers over her jaw. “Manning leave!” Armand growled hungrily, a glance downward telling her that he had an alternate idea in mind.

Arianne stood immobile, leaned her cheek against his cool fingers. A flood of desire filling her entire being. How long it had been. His intense gaze boring into her, "my dearest why are you here?" he whispered as he pressed his slender hips against her, the heat of his desire pressing firmly against her thigh. His mouth a mere few centimeters from her own.

Rage suddenly building within her as his mouth trailed along her jaw, his fangs scraping ever so gently, "Do not question me!" She hollered pushing abruptly away from him, "have you come to hurt her?" she demanded a chill shooting through her body as Armand began to chuckle.

"I hate you Armand Marcel, you have destroyed me and I will be damned if I let you destroy her!" she snarled shoving her finger not so gently into his solid and unyielding chest.

In an instant he was upon her, had her firmly pressed against his lean body, as his hands caressed her. "My dear angel, you do not hate me I know this to be fact. For you would have destroyed me long ago," he seductively murmured a taunting smile spreading over his lips as he gazed into her eyes, filled her thoughts with his plans for the evening.
"I have come for my grandchild, although it was a surprise when Manning informed me that she was...a female." he purred lowering his lips to hers for a brief yet thorough taste. "I assure you with Carter and Jayden about I shant be able to get near her," he murmured lifting her into his arms. "You would have to choose to wear pants when you come to see me after 200 years," he purred her scent, the promise of what he would soon have more than he could withstand.
Arianne laughed lightly at his comment, "Of course, it would never do to let you have such easy access to what you so desire," she huskily purred, falling easily into his embrace the feel of his cool fingers along her shoulder sending a thrill through her body. "I still hate you," she whispered stifling a gasp as they fell backwards.
Armand gazed into his wife’s eyes forced the unnerving thoughts of her interest in their granddaughter aside. "I have missed you my love, whether you hate me or not," he whispered truthfully, as she straddled him, skimmed her finger over his ear. "You know I go mad when I do not have my angel," he toyed grinding upwards as she settled against him. Tonight he would spend in her arms and hopefully he could convince her stay...

Translations: Now I must say I used the translation option from word on this so it is most likely not true, LOL!

* Est ce de toute façon pour saluer votre mari plein d'adoration Translated from French is supposedly "Is that anyway to greet your adoring husband?"

**Mon amour, mon ange comment j'ai désiré ardemment pour toi Translation My love my angel how I have longed for you.