New Update: Water Lily Chapter 32
Pairing: Kahlan/Cara
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker/Anita Blake Verse
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: Zedd's Spell of The Undoing went awry, only instead morphing time and bending realities, it also bent an entirely new world - sending them to the future filled with Vampires, Weres, and Goddesses looking for a Champion.
*Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Laurell K. Hamilton owns the Anitaverse and Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and Disney.
*Once again I can't thank enough my fellow and most-awesome writers/beta readers: gypsydruid, bearblue1, and melanacious.
**Any and all mistakes are my own and as always 'holla' back and give a review -- my muse (and me) will thank you for it.
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Chapter 32
Dennee sipped her drink of red-wine and blood as she took in the room’s occupants, some of whom were making it apparent that the trust factor would need to be worked out before they could present a united front within the coming days. Such a clichéd statement wouldn’t ever enter her mind, except these were extraordinary circumstances. In addition, there were serious problems that would need to be dealt with outside of these premises, with St. Louis’ preternatural community and Master of the City. When Dahlia hissed angrily at one of Cara’s clan members, Dennee decided she’d had enough.
Standing up alerted everyone, causing the room’s occupants to pause. So far, Dennee while exuding Power, had remained quiet and observant while Athena, Garen or Sergio dealt, argued, cajoled, or threatened things. Morgana had been suspiciously absent with another of Cara’s blonde Were clan-members. Ultimately, Dennee was Kahlan’s 2nd if Morgana wasn’t around to deal with things. Preferably Dennee would rather be the quiet force behind Kahlan while Morgana dealt with everything else. When this was not possible, then Dennee had no qualms about stepping into being a true 2nd, like now.
“Silence!” She allowed her Power and dominance to exude through eyes until eyes dropped to the ground, or others knelt in submission. “I believe we need to come to some kind of understanding.” Walking to the center of the room, she continued. “Or rather you, need to come to an understanding. There is a new reality you must all face, a new world order as it were.” Letting her greenish-blue eyes narrow and glow she slowly glared around the room. “This new world order means you will follow or you will die. I will not allow any disobedience or disloyalty. The stakes are simply too high for undisciplined behavior.”
“This consists of a Confessor-Bond that we must all protect. They are our Masters and Mistress. When they are able we will have an opportunity to reassert our Bond to our new Masters, as well as outline what the new hierarchy will be going forward.” Her countenance hardened even more. “, this new hierarchy include myself, Mistress Morgana, and” she shifted her gaze towards Cara’s clan member, “and Mistress Nikki. How we will share our responsibilities will be determined by our Masters. But know this; we will do everything possible to ensure the protection of our Masters and this Clan. Because that is what we now are; The Clan.”
Morgana and Nicci had arrived, taking in the scene and the words. Both women shared a look and nod. Walking forward until they flanked either side Dennee, they gave power to the Vampire’s Power within their new Clan, as well as the new hierarchy. All of which was necessary with the strength and size of their new clan. If left too long, the bond between their clans would weaken, making easier for their enemies, or more importantly Marmee Noir to eventually destroy it, killing them all. Since Vampires ultimately were at the top of the power pecking order of preternatural species, it stood to reason it was Morgana and her, followed by Nicci who would be Kahlan and Cara’s generals.
This time it was Nicci who spoke. “Some of my Tribe might be tempted to test these new realities. We are now Clan.” This time it was Nicci who allowed her Power and magic to come forward, almost lashing not just her Tribe members, but many of Kahlan’s group, particularly the few Weres, causing them to shudder or whimper in submissiveness. “I would urge you to not try. I’m feeling rather blood-thirsty, and I can promise you that that is not something you not want turned against you.”
Denee shook off her agitation, realizing that she would have to make herself indispensible another way, while Rikka, Raina, and Berdine looked on with some pride. A new Power was making itself known within the preternatural world, Power that had repercussions well beyond St. Louis, and their Mistresses were leading it.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker/Anita Blake Verse
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: Zedd's Spell of The Undoing went awry, only instead morphing time and bending realities, it also bent an entirely new world - sending them to the future filled with Vampires, Weres, and Goddesses looking for a Champion.
*Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Laurell K. Hamilton owns the Anitaverse and Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and Disney.
*Once again I can't thank enough my fellow and most-awesome writers/beta readers: gypsydruid, bearblue1, and melanacious.
**Any and all mistakes are my own and as always 'holla' back and give a review -- my muse (and me) will thank you for it.
************
Chapter 32
Dennee sipped her drink of red-wine and blood as she took in the room’s occupants, some of whom were making it apparent that the trust factor would need to be worked out before they could present a united front within the coming days. Such a clichéd statement wouldn’t ever enter her mind, except these were extraordinary circumstances. In addition, there were serious problems that would need to be dealt with outside of these premises, with St. Louis’ preternatural community and Master of the City. When Dahlia hissed angrily at one of Cara’s clan members, Dennee decided she’d had enough.
Standing up alerted everyone, causing the room’s occupants to pause. So far, Dennee while exuding Power, had remained quiet and observant while Athena, Garen or Sergio dealt, argued, cajoled, or threatened things. Morgana had been suspiciously absent with another of Cara’s blonde Were clan-members. Ultimately, Dennee was Kahlan’s 2nd if Morgana wasn’t around to deal with things. Preferably Dennee would rather be the quiet force behind Kahlan while Morgana dealt with everything else. When this was not possible, then Dennee had no qualms about stepping into being a true 2nd, like now.
“Silence!” She allowed her Power and dominance to exude through eyes until eyes dropped to the ground, or others knelt in submission. “I believe we need to come to some kind of understanding.” Walking to the center of the room, she continued. “Or rather you, need to come to an understanding. There is a new reality you must all face, a new world order as it were.” Letting her greenish-blue eyes narrow and glow she slowly glared around the room. “This new world order means you will follow or you will die. I will not allow any disobedience or disloyalty. The stakes are simply too high for undisciplined behavior.”
“This consists of a Confessor-Bond that we must all protect. They are our Masters and Mistress. When they are able we will have an opportunity to reassert our Bond to our new Masters, as well as outline what the new hierarchy will be going forward.” Her countenance hardened even more. “, this new hierarchy include myself, Mistress Morgana, and” she shifted her gaze towards Cara’s clan member, “and Mistress Nikki. How we will share our responsibilities will be determined by our Masters. But know this; we will do everything possible to ensure the protection of our Masters and this Clan. Because that is what we now are; The Clan.”
Morgana and Nicci had arrived, taking in the scene and the words. Both women shared a look and nod. Walking forward until they flanked either side Dennee, they gave power to the Vampire’s Power within their new Clan, as well as the new hierarchy. All of which was necessary with the strength and size of their new clan. If left too long, the bond between their clans would weaken, making easier for their enemies, or more importantly Marmee Noir to eventually destroy it, killing them all. Since Vampires ultimately were at the top of the power pecking order of preternatural species, it stood to reason it was Morgana and her, followed by Nicci who would be Kahlan and Cara’s generals.
This time it was Nicci who spoke. “Some of my Tribe might be tempted to test these new realities. We are now Clan.” This time it was Nicci who allowed her Power and magic to come forward, almost lashing not just her Tribe members, but many of Kahlan’s group, particularly the few Weres, causing them to shudder or whimper in submissiveness. “I would urge you to not try. I’m feeling rather blood-thirsty, and I can promise you that that is not something you not want turned against you.”
Denee shook off her agitation, realizing that she would have to make herself indispensible another way, while Rikka, Raina, and Berdine looked on with some pride. A new Power was making itself known within the preternatural world, Power that had repercussions well beyond St. Louis, and their Mistresses were leading it.