My Bloody Revenge

"JAZE!" Lydoran bellows directly after getting back inside again. His voice echoes around the mansion. "Jaze!" he shouts again after entering the little library.

"WHAT!" Jaze shouts back slightly annoyed. Following the sound, they find him sitting in the entertainment room, leisurely spread out on the couch, watching some action movie. Tilting his head slightly to the side he sees them approach from the corner of his eyes.

"We need to move and now.” Lydoran speaks with finality in his voice and that is enough to get Jaze's undivided attention. "Elmir has found her."

Jaze stands up and notice for the first time the state Lyra's in and he doesn't like what he sees. "What happened?”

"This was just delivered here and its addressed to Lyra. We can't stay here any longer.” handing over the note and collar to Jaze he proceeds to gently lay Lyra down in the couch Jaze just vacated. When he makes moves to straighten out, she reaches out and grab hold of his hand as if to silently beg for him to stay. "I will be right back, love. I promise." Gently he strokes her cheek, willing her with his eyes to let go. That she will be safe.

"That fucker is so dead. I'm going to beat his ass before letting the little fucker bleed out, cause there's no way I'll drink his filthy blood."

"You can't do that." Lyra's soft voice is a mere whisper.

"I can and I will. He has hurt you too many times and I refuse to let him just take you away or threaten you as he pleases.” Jaze argues, upset by the whole thing.

"I simply want to be the one raining revenge down on him." she answers with a meager smile but a smile none the less. Hearing her wishes his next speech about killing Elmir evaporates into thin air and understanding shines in his dark eyes. He kneels next to the couch and envelopes her in a sloppy hug. "We will stand behind you when you do." he encourages.

"We will always stand behind you, no matter where you are or where you go." Lydoran finishes upon returning. He drops several well packed bags to the floor. "I called my blood father to inform him about recent happenings and our hasty departure. He has provided us with a new house approximately eight hours from here, give or take an hour or two. It will be ready by the time we get there.” he speaks while fiddling with his phone, fingers moving across the display in a fast pace and face creased into concentrated expression.

Jaze looks up. "Have you packed for all of us?"

Wrapping up whatever he is doing on the phone a mumbled "Yes." comes out between his lips but whether or not he is aware what he just answered to is unknown. For now, both Lyra and Jaze takes for granted that their friend has full control of the situation and aims to simply go with the flow.

"Did you pack food for all of us as well or are we eating as we go?" Jaze tries again and gets a more coherent replay this time. "Packed blood but we will have to stop along the way for food." Lydoran finally puts the phone away and looks at them both. "This will be a long ride since we will only use back roads to avoid eyes on us.” he explains. Lyra nods her head in understanding and Jaze grunts tiredly but ends up nodding in the end.

"I assume you don't know how to drive." Jaze looks at Lyra.

"How you even bothered to ask that is beyond me and slightly stupid.” Lydoran takes a verbal jab at Jaze.

"Thanks for enlightening me Mr asshat-cactustard.” Jaze retorts back quickly.

Lyra laughs at the not so successful comeback at throwing an insult. Holding her stomach, she rolls back and forth on the couch highly entertained. Not even Lydoran can remain composed even though he seems to try his best not to laugh.

"Admit it was kinda funny...” Lyra coax wanting to see Jaze smile.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Let's move it already.” Even if he tries to hide it by picking up their bags, they can all see the smile playing on his lips as he bends down. Sobering up they gather their stuff, talks to the maids and leaves the mansion for now. Getting into the car Lyra takes one last look hoping to be able to return here someday. This was the first place she ever called home. The thoughts of home made her think about the place they are heading to now and wonders what that looks like. Small or big? One floor or more? Yawning she closes her eyes, head leaning against the window, and thinks more about their new place while listening to Lydoran and Jaze talk.

It feels like she barely closed her eyes before someone shakes her repeatedly. The annoying shaking is persistent and forces her to open her eyes. Squinting she looks around happy that the shaking has stopped for now and the culprit seems to be Jaze, he is the only one hovering above her. "What?" she croaks out.

"We are here."

"Already?" suddenly all traces of sleep are gone from the system and eagerness has taken its place. Taking help from Jaze, Lyra steps out of the car on wobbly and stiff legs. Stretching out she looks around curiously. They are surrounded by trees, lots of trees so safe to say it's a secluded area. In front of her stands a two-story Victorian house painted in ruby red and black. It looks warm and inviting. Balcony entirely in glass with pillars. Carved wooden details adorns the windows and doors.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Lydoran asks from behind her. "This has four bedrooms on the upper floor a large sitting room connected to the balcony and next to that is a music room. Two rooms have connected bathroom’s and then there is another in the hallway. Kitchen and dining area on the first floor. Sitting room there as well, study, library and entertainment room. Everything is modern so no worries.”

Stepping inside she is taken by its beauty once again. Black and silver wallpapers in the hallway. Heavy velvet curtains in classic red. Black furniture and polished wooden floor, also dark. Every room seems to have something red, something black and something silver. That's the three solid colors but mixed with different ones throughout the house. Heavy furniture that matches the house age wise. Lyra pics a room with black sheets, cream colored walls, reddish/brown colored furniture and deep blue curtains. Large fire place adorns one of the four walls. "Welcome to your new home." she whispers softly to herself.