Author's note:
All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned before hand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.
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Hi everyone
Here is chapter 2, I know shock... it has only been a few weeks since the last chapter. My editor and I are currently working on three chapters at once to try to get them out quickly which means I have to get to work on the next story. So everyone thank Kittyhawk, for the speed of this chapter.
As usual, all comments and feedback are welcome, I do try to answer all questions (as long as they don't give the story away) and messages, and if I have missed you, I am sorry.
Have fun
Chapter 2
Amy returned to the sitting room twenty minutes later dressed in what she considered her house clothes, as they were exceedingly comfortable. She was wearing loose green cotton pants that hung low on her hips exposing her waist-let, which was made from gold and had sapphires and diamonds dangling from it as well as six little golden hearts with the names of her children on them. The top she wore was a halter neck that was tied in place after it wrapped around her back and beneath her breasts, exposing her lean muscles and her almost translucent alabaster skin.
Her collar stood out against her skin but more than that, it was the length of the excess collar that stood out even more. When it had been first placed the figure eight sat just below her breasts, but as her powers and her size grew, the pack jewellers were forced to add a new length just before the figure eight. The excess still ran between her breasts emphasising their swell but now the figure eight rested slightly below her belly button.
She slid off her wedding band and engagement ring and attached them to the hidden loop that had been designed into the figure eight for safekeeping. Everyone in the room stared at her, most however were wondering how this woman could turn into the picture they had seen of The Stand, how she could turn into the rage driven creature she had been on August the 3
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Amy walked further into the room ignoring them as she was used to this kind of reaction. Her green markings, which she had received here all those years ago, that ran down her spine from her hair line; around her hips and across her shoulders, glowed gently as they had since she received them.
Vivian stood, "So who first?" she asked as she strapped Excalibur to her side.
Amy thought for a moment, "Alanna, Electra then Mayhem in that order," she wanted to get those three out of whatever situation they were in ins comma fast. She closed her eyes and hoped that the Gabrielle in this universe had made her sword. She felt its presence and willed it into her hands. She smiled as she looked at her sword, aptly named Monster; it was a true work of art, in both the magical and the blacksmith aspects of the weapon. It was even large enough to be wielded in her hybrid from, not that she'd had a need to do so yet, in fact this would be the first time she had ever used her sword and she did intend to use it.
"Wow." Vivian said in awe, as a blacksmith herself she knew the blade was a piece of art.
Amy smiled, "Gabrielle made this, it's called Monster, obvious reason." She carefully ran her hand down the length of the blade; it was wider than her hand and etched with an intricate knot design. In most ways, it was a true broadsword being long and wide, except that it was also a two handed sword, which meant the hilt, was long enough to be wielded with both hands. The pommel was simple in design with a large piece of flawless crystal mounted in a web of metal. The blade was not beautiful and deadly like Alanna's sword, Monster wasn't designed to sit on a wall and be admired, it was a well created but brutal instrument of war.
Vivian nodded then frowned, "Won't she notice it's missing?"
Amy shook her head, "Nope... since making it she hasn't looked at it... she's been afraid to. She had to do a quick flight to get it and bring it to the markets to show and sell it to me. The box still had a good inch of dust on it." Amy willed a metamorphic belt and a swivel sheath into her hand. She then slid the blade into the sheath and attached it to the belt, which she flung onto her back so that the sword ran from right shoulder to left hip. It was far too long to be buckled at her hip. She turned to Taliesin, "Can you ready three regeneration pods?"
Taliesin wondered for a moment how she knew they had regeneration pods then shook it off; of course, she knew they had them. He nodded and stood. "Are you certain these three are still alive?"
She nodded, "They're immortal but in my universe they were all in really bad situations until my actions freed them."
Rhun stood, "I'll go help then." He said and followed Taliesin out of the room.
Taylor stood, "You won't be able to will yourself to them if they are under pack or pride protection. Rhun couldn't until I left my pride." She told Amy.
Amy grinned, "That is true, but Rhun couldn't sense you either. I can sense them."
"How?" Guinevere asked, pack and pride and whatever had always been protected by their Alpha, and it was impossible to sense or will to them as long as they were loyal to their Alpha.
"Alanna and Electra are my daughters; I adopted them formally by pack standards with a blood mix. Their blood is inside me just as mine is inside them. Since I'm... well you get what I mean... my blood left a mark on their souls, which in theory should have reverberated through all the different universes. I will always be able to find them." She thought for a moment, "Except when they are at Sogol, all the magic in the air and godly influence makes it difficult to feel them when they are there."
"What about Mayhem?" Taylor pointed out.
"She's a born Alpha... I can sense all the Alphas so I can sense her. I can also sense Cass and Shannon but not Becky, although I know she is alive, don't ask me how. If Becky is protected by a pack or pride I can still will myself to her I just wouldn't know if I was in danger or where I was going until I get there." She answered.
"Is there anything you can't do?" Boadicea asked in envy.
Amy sighed, "I can't stop Fate... anything after that however... yeah." She finished with a small smile, which made Boadicea roll her eyes.
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Amy appeared in a grove of trees a little while later, the others quickly appearing next to her knowing it would be easier on Amy ins 'for them' to follow her and not rely on her to take them. Everyone glanced around but it was Taylor who broke the silence, "Where are we?" she asked quietly.
"Italy." Everyone else answered as one. Ancients always knew where they were at all times, as their senses were tuned to those kinds of things so that they would know at a moments notice if Fate had stepped and moved them without warning. Much like with Amy only there were two things their senses couldn't tell them, and that was if they were even in the same universe and what the date was, those they had to find out on their own.
Amy had decided to keep the group small, just bringing Vivian, Cleopatra, Boadicea and Taylor. She had decided to stick with women but she also knew they were all fierce warriors and could handle their weapons with ease.
They waited for Amy, who started to follow her senses to her daughter. She had decided to appear close to Alanna but not too close as she didn't want to have a pack of angry Were descend on them. They wanted to do a snatch and grab with as little blood shed as possible. What the other ancients didn't know was that Amy did intend to kill someone, Gus, the man who had forcibly taken Alanna as a child. It was the only way to ensure Alanna was free of Gus forever.
They watched as Amy settled into her trotting pace, quickly getting ahead of them but they didn't fear that, as Amy could easily take care of herself. Amy let her senses guide her; it was as if an invisible cord was leading her to her daughter. Her pace sped up further as her senses picked up Alanna's silent pain; her ears picked them up long before her eyes did. When she finally spotted them through the trees she drew Monster, and charged into the clearing her stride not faltering.
Gus turned in surprise, a switch of wood held above his head. His eyes took in the massive sword then took in her sex and size. He gave her a cocky smile as he swung to strike her with the switch. Amy dodged his swing with unexpected speed and threw her shoulder into his stomach sending him sprawling and away from Alanna. Amy kept with him and when he landed she stomped her left foot on the hand which was holding the switch. He went to cry out as he released the switch but Amy's right foot stepped firmly on his throat choking the cry off before it begun.
"Alanna." Amy said urgently to get her attention.
Alanna turned to her with a bewildered expression. Her long wavy hair was matted and dreadlocked, her green eyes were almost dead as if all the fight had been drained from her. Amy's heart gave a painful lurch as she realised she was back to square one with her daughter, that it would take a long time to get her back to what Amy considered a healthy frame of mind.
"You are now free." Amy said, the moment before she lifted her right foot and slammed Monster down through his throat and severing his spine, giving him a quick almost painless death, a death he didn't deserve for his crimes against Alanna. She pulled Monster free and wiped the blood off on Gus's clothes. Sheathing Monster as she moved slowly to Alanna. A blanket appeared in her hands, carefully wrapping Alanna up before she hugged her close. "You're safe now..." Amy murmured as she tucked Alanna's head under her chin.
Alanna was tense for a moment, she was being hugged by a total stranger, but for some reason she couldn't stay tense. There was something so natural, so comforting to be in this woman's arms, she felt herself forgetting everything, nothing else mattered but this hug, the strange woman's comfort.
Amy glanced up as the others joined her; no one commented about the dead body, they just studied the woman Amy held so tenderly. Amy picked up Alanna easily, much to everyone's shock although they could all see how emaciated the girl was. "Let's get you somewhere safe... somewhere far away from here."
Everyone nodded and together they vanished only to reappear seamlessly before the temple. Cleopatra raced ahead to get the door open for Amy. Amy carried Alanna down three basement levels and into a space age hospital with all manner of devices, three of the twelve 'pods' were open and ready, they actually appeared more like tanning beds then actual medical devices. The devices weren't from the future but were another piece of Atlantian technology, most of the technology Ancients used was Atlantian as it was the only technology they had encountered so far which was telepathically controllable.
Amy took her to the bed closest to the door. "That door will remain open at all times," she told the room, instantly informing them that Alanna was claustrophobic. Amy helped Alanna out of the blanket and what was left of her clothes, she was put in a special smock and encouraged to lie down in the pod.
As Amy went to close the lid, Alanna grabbed Amy's wrist, shaking her head, frightened.
