Chapter 2 : Evening
Anton gave the clear impression that he was relaxed as he sat dozing in his chair at the breakfast table. With his eyes closed, his head leaned back against the chairs head rest and Molly sprawled out across his lap, he seemed to be completely unconcerned about the presence still lurking about outside and more than content to let the evening simply drift away.
The two dark elves seated across from him however, were not as inclined to feel so relaxed.
"Mmph!" groaned Fiona as she bit down on the rubber ball that had been wedged between her teeth.
Anton cracked a single eye and grinned at her.
"Now, now. I don't want to hear any complaining. You two brought this upon yourselves after all." he teased as he shifted his shoulders up and down and went back to his dozing "This wouldn't even be necessary if I didn't have to worry about you two bouncing around and possibly destroying the house whenever things finally get started..."
Fuming, Fiona began to twist back and forth against her binds as she pointed her ears straight back behind her head.
Sitting in the seat next to her, Kianna paused her efforts to pierce her short fangs into her own ballgag and turned to give her struggling sister a quick glare. With her silent message sent, she focused back on damaging the offending chunk of rubber that was currently filling her mouth.
Both of the dark elves had been locked back into full sets of bondage gear and strapped down to the chairs they sat in. The gear included not only their new gags but also a series of thick leather belts that were wrapped around their legs, waists and torsos. These straps were what kept them effectively trapped in their seats. Their arms had been folded away behind their backs and were held in place with the same box-tie leather binders that they had worn before, while their legs were similarly held together by two more leather binders wrapped around their shins and thighs.
Growing more and more frustrated by the moment, Fiona tried to focus her aura and growled in anger as it was immediately diffused by the charm planted within her bloodgem.
Sighing through his nose, Anton cracked both eyes and gave her a tired look.
"You can keep trying that all you want, Fiona. But it's not going to work..." he mumbled.
Fiona narrowed her eyes at him as she defiantly pulled forward against the strap that held her shoulders pressed back against the chair she sat in.
"Such a stubborn dark elf..." grumbled Anton "Why can't you just behave yourself and sit there quietly like Kianna is?"
Blinking at the sound of her name being called, Kianna froze mid-mauling and pointed her ears straight upwards as she turned her attention to Anton.
Anton couldn't help but to grin as he took notice that the dark elf's sharp teeth were all but invisible against the white surface of the rubber ball that was wedged between her jaws.
"See? She's being such a good girl and keeping herself occupied over there." said Anton as he smiled at her "Aren't you, Kianna?"
Kianna sang out a happy chirp and rocked her head back and forth in a cutesy manner before viciously biting back down on her ballgag and continuing in her efforts to destroy it.
Grumbling in irritation, Fiona rolled her eyes and went back to testing the straps that held her in place.
"Just try to be patient, Fiona..." mumbled Anton in a lazy tone as he went back to his dozing "I'm sure it won't be too much longer before our little friend starts to move around again..."
Fiona's eyes darted to him before shifting over to where the presence still sat outside.
It had been several hours now since their unwelcomed visitor had made its foray around the house and then returned to what appeared to be its base camp, where it had since remained completely still, even as the sun had begun to set and darkness fully fell across the world outside.
After staring at the presence for a moment, Fiona's eyes drifted to the end of the table and the strange collection of things that sat there.
Strewed along the edge of the table on Anton's right hand side were a selection of odd items that he had Earlivi gather together for him. These items had apparently been carefully picked out and meticulously arranged in some kind of order that only Anton seemed to understand, as they made absolutely no sense as a group.
Among the items present were a spay bottle full of water, a pair of rodent glue-traps, a long extremely slim, rectangle shaped black magnet, several spray cans of a compressed, foaming rubber sealant, a tennis ball, and finally, a keychain sized laser pointer.
Several other odd items had been set up around Anton as well, and these included a wooden walking cane with a curved handle that was leaning against the table. A small table top fan with its face pointed upwards was sitting on the floor just behind his chair and a basket of fully filled water balloons was sitting halfway beneath his chair and just within arms reach.
Fiona had no idea what Anton could possibly be planning to use all these things for, as she couldn't see how any of them would even be all that useful against an armed assassin. According to Anton however, these things should be all that he would need to handle whatever it was that stalking about outside. This was a claim that she very much doubted.
She also couldn't help but to doubt Anton's assurances that he would try not to use any of his magic. As again, according to Anton at least, if whatever was outside was what he thought it was, then he shouldn't necessarily need to use any.
This seemed like a completely stupid idea to her. But unfortunately, in her bound state, there was little she could do about it except for try to be ready for whenever things inevitably went south.
If she was really lucky, Anton would be killed and she would be able to use her magic again, and she could then both escape her binds and kill the assassin herself. And this exact scenario was what she was secretly hoping for.
After nearly another hour of waiting, Anton raised his head as he and the dark elves all looked towards the back of the house in unison.
