Persia’s Scar

It had been several months since Persia had been stabbed and 2 weeks since her mother had fallen from her horse and been killed, the funeral had been a quiet affair, Persia’s first public appearance since her injury’s.

Persia was starting to get to grips with her new found strength and between her and her father they had swore to never tell a soul. She’d start working back was the castle in a week, doing light duties to begin with but gradually she’d retake her position as Queen Holly’s lady’s maid.

This week however had been a strange sort of week for the second time in so many days Persia found herself fleeing down a side street in the village at night being chased by two men dressed in black. Yesterday she’d managed to lose them by pushing a wagon into their path but here they were again chasing her for no apparent reason, it was odd they didn’t really seem to want to catch her.

Coming to a screeching halt, Persia turn this was ridiculous she thought turning to face them she paused in the middle of the alleyway. She wasn’t scared she’d watched her body heal from some pretty horrific injury’s over the past few week, most of them admittedly self inflicted.

“What?!” she demand, “why are you chasing me?” she asked.

The two men paused; looking confused obviously not having expected her to stop… “Run little girl” one of them growled.

“No” she replied “not until you tell me why your chasing me”

They looked at her with a confused expression on their face “Run!!” the first one urged.

“Yeah run!” the second one demand “erm… we are ….”

“Very bad men” the first one interrupted “yeah, that’s it … we are very bad men.. run little girl or we’ll hurt you” he said banging his fist into the palm of his other hand trying and failing miserably to appear threatening.

Persia was utterly confused “You don’t seem THAT scary” she admitted.

“Oh but we are” the first insisted “so you better run”

“What if I don’t?” she replied, nervous but strangely not as nervous as she ought to be.

Meanwhile up on a neighbouring roof, Siren sighed, “I knew it was to much to ask for those two to get anything right… they are never going to make her burn my blood that way”

Vincent chuckled “she’s got spirit” he replied admiringly.

“If you want something done, do it yourself” siren growled, her image suddenly shifting into that of a middle-aged man in scruffy clothes, before leaping off the roof landing inch’s from Persia.

Persia didn’t even see her coming one minute she was facing off against two fairly unconvincing assailants the next minute she found herself sprawling on the floor having been punched hard in the face by a man who’d apparently come from no-where.

Persia hurriedly scrambled on her hands and knee’s to get away but the new attacker was fast and strong before she so much as got 5ft she found herself again hurtling though the air landing hard against a wall her arm crushed beneath her with an excruciating crack. Persia managed to pick herself up quickly, her arm hanging loosely she looked up at her attacker who seemed to stand waiting.

She edged cautiously along the wall, already feeling her arm beginning to heal the bones cracking back into place. Her attacker came at her again, this time siren grabbed her heaving her up against a wall her hands securely around the young woman’s neck squeezing hard “fight me..” Siren growled, her image still that of a middle-aged man.

Persia did indeed fight, the blood siren had given her to heal the sword wound still giving her supernatural strength, she fought hard, but siren was still stronger her veins filled with her source rather than just a watered down drop.  

Siren continued to squeeze, accepting Persia’s kicks and punches as the young girl fought to free herself. Eventually her strength faded the last of Siren’s blood burning up in Persia’s vein’s and as siren felt the young woman’s strength go she released her before she caused her permanent harm.

With Persia now unconscious Siren her up into her arms leaping back to the roof tops she carried her home.  Once inside the Bendett house she lay the young woman down, sliding a dagger from her belt cut Persia’s gently in the side, in almost exactly the same place as the original wound, taking special care to make sure with wound was no more than a flesh wound, bandaging her up she carefully laid the young girl to sleep.

“There we go” Siren smiled to Vincent who had come to join her in the bedroom “Now she’ll have a convincing scar… there’s no reason for anyone to think she’s in anyway strange”

“Are you sure she burned all your blood” Vincent asked.

“Oh yes” Siren smiled “She fought, fought hard gave me every last drop, she’s completely mortal again now”

“What next?”

“Nothing” siren smiled “her father is sensible enough to realise what a blessing the new wound is, now he can look at marrying her off without worrying about what a husband might think and we have a link to the castle… a young girl who as far as she’s concerned thinks I’m a guardian angel who saved her from death”

Vincent chuckled “there are easier ways I’m sure… you took a big risk. We could have just waited for the blood to run its natural course? You didn’t need to give her a scar?”

“Bah” Siren smiled “She deserves a life, a husband, children the normal things a girl her age desires”

“You’re going soft” Vincent chuckled

~ by katherine on April 28, 2009.