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[Kai Oliver Knightley]

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[Kai Oliver Knightley]

"I will go."

Oliver offered himself when the conversation of retrieving vital information came into play. One could never be too sure when it came to going into the forest and meeting with the undercover noble. It was a big risk seeing as no one ever really knew who it would be and if the meeting could turn south. From what Oliver was told, it had been the same person to meet in the woods each time so there really shouldn't be any concern. Not only that but when it became apparent that it was also a female, Oliver not only felt he had nothing to fear but on top of that he was eager to meet with her.

"A young blond, semi short, hm." Oliver repeated, knowing very well of his weakness. "This shouldn't be hard then." Oliver got up from the couch, and glided across the room toward the door. He all ready was wearing his long black coat, with several layers beneath it.

"If I'm not back by sunrise" Oliver looked serious, as if he was saying his last good-byes "Then you will know that I got frisky." A smile broke across Olivers face as he opened the door and quickly closed it behind him before anyone could comment on how ridiculous he was. He immediately made his way toward the forest.

It was pitch black within the canopy of trees. Only the faint glow of the moon shone through the branches which seemed to light the way of the path. Being a vampire, Oliver could see crystal clear in the night. He walked along the path that had clearly been walked down before many times. The earth was compacted and several fresh footprints were visible. Oliver made sure to keep his senses accurate. Although he was a skilled fighter, he was a lone ranger.

Right now would be the perfect time for a noble or any being meaning harm to the rebels to attack him. He made sure to not only look ahead but glance back as well. Oliver wasn't worried per say but he really wasn't in the mood for anything to go wrong, not when a job was at hand. He continued his way into the woods for a good solid hour and a half before finally reaching the destination of the tree. It was somewhat off of the path a clearly marked with an X. They marked the tree long ago, seeing as the tree was exactly the boundary marker that met halfway from the rebels and nobles.

Oliver raised his hand, tracing the X momentarily with his finger. Before bringing his hand back to his side and looking around. He was early, it seemed. Either that or whomever was coming was a slow walker. Oliver let out a sigh, as he for one was always on time. Oliver did not want to be spotted first, just in-case this female decided it was best to bring some friends.

So he reached his hand up, grabbing the closest branch to him and pulled himself up to it effortlessly. Oliver climbed the tree higher until he was at a satisfied height of being able to see his surroundings and on top of that have a clear view of the direction of which the person would most likely be coming from. Oliver rested his back against the body of the tree, tilting his head somewhat upward. He looked up at the sky and the branches that obstructed his view of it. It was truly a beautiful night. A light crisp chill was in the air and the wind softly howled through the trees. Some might even find the forest too scary to venture into on a night like this but Oliver simply loved it.

It seemed like hours went by until Oliver finally heard the soft footsteps coming in his direction. The female was probably still a couple feet away. He all ready knew what he was going to say to her. Boy was she going to be in for surprise to keep him waiting in such a way. On top of that Oliver hoped that the meeting would be worth his while and the female being wasn't just going to tell him pointless information he all ready knew. Boy did he hate that. Oliver casted his gaze from the sky and now onto the ground below him, waiting for the female to come into visible view.

Escaping outside of the castle was never easy and it was rare that she had actually had time where her presence wasn’t requested and she wouldn’t return to idle threats and frustration that she had not been on hand. It was going to be extremely difficult to get out this night as everyone and their Grandmother seemed to need something and would not have it completed by anyone but her. Every opportunity she got she glanced outside only to see the moon had started to reach its peak in the sky and that meant she was already late. It wasn’t often that she had kept them waiting but it was to be expected. She could not just hop and skip out the door, after all. Giselle looked up from her place by the window as she heard footsteps coming down the corridor her eyes falling on one of the nobles; she had assisted earlier who had also noticed her at the same time. ”Go to bed Giselle…I have many different tasks I need done tomorrow night. You will need your rest.” he has said to her with a bit of a perverted smirk. Giselle could feel her stomach turning in disgust as she turned on her heal but not without nodding to the man first and headed toward the Slave Quarters, finding her way to her poor excuse of a bed. Instead of lying down she reached underneath and pulled out a cloak, pulling it around her and the hood up over her head. It was large enough to conceal her identity from the side and at a great distance.

Spending over ten years now as a slave inside the castle benefited her to the extent that she knew every way in and every way out: the exits that were obvious and the ones that were not. She pulled the cloak tight around her body and headed down one of the halls, slinking into a poorly lit one and before long found herself coming out the back of the castle and into the court yards where her feet picked up the pace and turned into a run before she had made it outside the walls that protected the home and immediately into the forest. Giselle had slowed to a walk despite her rush. She was only human and she couldn’t run forever, taking in a heavy breath as she tried to slow her heart rate and rely on the moon to guide her way through the dark forest. She did not have a specific path to follow, always taking a slightly different route than the last in case there was any chance she was followed. It would be easier to lead someone in pursuit of her away from her original destination without a trail making it obvious. However, it was difficult for her to see and she stumbled occasionally, once landing on her knees as the tip of her foot caught against a rock…at least she thought it was a rock, cursing the inanimate object silently as she stood back up brushing off the dirt off her dress and cloak. It was dangerous to wander the forest alone and Ellie was all too aware of it. But she had lived for twenty five years and she was going to be extremely lucky if she lived for another twenty five to match it. It was highly improbable even if she seemed to be favored (as a slave) by a handful of the nobles – so if she happened to run into death on one of her escapades outside of the castle, so be it, at least it would be for an honorable cause.

It was sometime before she saw different landmarks that were familiar, reminding her that she was getting close and it caused her to pick up the pace a bit. The moon was high now, at its brightest and it was not going to offer any more light to assist her than it already was. Relief swarmed her as she finally could see the large old tree. It had been marked quite some time ago to help identify the spot she met up with leaders of the rebels from time to time. It was more so done for her than it was for them but this time no one was there, there was always someone there when she came. Maybe they were late as well? It was hardly a possibility but she let her mind dance around the idea that something might have come up that prolonged whoever was going to meet her tonight. Giselle slowed her pace down, concentrating more on where she stepped as she came alongside the tree, putting her hand against the rough exterior of it as she looked around her, reaching with her other to pull her hood down so that she could have a better peripheral of her surroundings. Attentive to the sounds of the night and alert for anything that would strike her as abnormal. She’d wait for someone to come but she couldn’t stay for any lengthy period of time – it was only time before someone at the castle noticed she wasn’t there.

Alas the female came into better view. Oliver watched her from atop the tree as she rounded it, placing her hand against the bark. He half wanted to just sit up there and watch her, see if she did anything that would give her away of trying to cause any harm to him. Oliver continued to watch as she brought the hood from disguising her, revealing familiar blond hair. Still, Oliver thought nothing of it and not wanting to waste his time anymore he jumped down from the tree. Landing briskly behind the female, he bore deeply at the back of her head.

Olivers hand reached out placing a hand on her hip from behind. His head was inches from her ear as he took in her smell. That smell, the smell of familiarity again. But his tone was icy, frustration overcoming the subtle hints as he whispered, "It's not nice to keep me waiting." He practically hissed. Oliver evidently didn't care if this female was the queen of England herself. He simply hated when others weren't on time for a task. Granted the female was a human, Oliver could hear her heart beating within her chest all too clearly. He knew very well that it must have taken her a greater deal of time to get to the location opposed to his vampire speed.

Oliver in a flash went from being behind her, to in front of the female. He was just about to unleash more furry on her when he finally caught glimpse of her face. Giselle Sullivan. Oliver took a couple steps back, a bit shocked. He hadn't seen Giselle in quite some time, not since she had helped him escape. She didn't appear any different to him, her face as beautiful and youthful as it was when he had left her. Oliver was at a loss of words, something that never actually happened seeing the vampire always had something to say.

He should have know it was her. How could he not? Her blond locks he had run his fingers through long before. Her scent he had taken in during previous passionate times together. Her very figure that he held. Olivers fingertips knew the curves of Giselle's body. Still, he had never expected it to be her. It was very dangerous for a human to venture out into the forest. Not only that but Giselle was a slave to nobles. If they found out she had escaped they would kill her. Instantly. Then it hit him. She was here..Giselle was the spy.

"You need to go back" Oliver said coldly. So much for a hello, nice to see you again. Thanks for helping me.

"You need to go back right now." Oliver looked at her through glaring eyes.

The last thing he needed on his agenda was her death because of him. Still this odd sense of seeing her made Oliver want her to stay. He could tell her to leave all he wanted but it was up to her to actually do it herself. With anyone else he might have enforced it but he did not dare do that to her.

Giselle was a delicate human that had always served him well in more than one way. The two shared a past together. She was his favorite slave. She knew exactly how to satisfy his needs, a little too much. There was times where the closeness between the two scared Oliver and he would be forced to not see her for quite some time just to solely prevent anything becoming of the two. Still, Oliver kept his distance. Resisting any urge he had to reach out then and there and wrap her in a hug. He could not show her how much he had missed her, he wouldn't show any emotion.
Giselle tried to think of any reason why no one was here. Maybe they had grown frustrated and left? Maybe something happened? There had to be a reason. None of the rebels she knew would just stand her up. She was vital; at least she thought she was. She could give intricate details of the most current events taking place behind closed doors and as far as Giselle knew, she was the only one thus far. It was chilly, freezing even as she went to pull her cloak tighter around her but immediately stopped still as the thud of feet hitting the ground rang in her ears directly behind her making her pulse jump to a rapid speed and her lips to press tightly together to keep herself from making mortifying sound of shock but failed as a gasp escaped her lips when she felt the man’s hand slink onto her hip and his words slither into her ear.

His breath tickled her skin causing goose bumps to rise across her creamy pale skin, taking in a deep breath - but there was something about the sound of his voice. Despite the cold melancholy tone, the way he hissed at her in frustration, it was so familiar. The familiarity of it, the way it made her feel as though she was having a sense of deja vu. She fought a smirk that was twitching at her lips despite the disconcerting notion that he did not recognize her yet but she didn’t let her mind get ahead of her, there was always the hair rising chance that she was wrong…

She had barely blinked and he was in front of her, realization smacked across his face as he took a few steps away from her as if in shock that it was her and not someone else. Her doubts vanquishing as she knew that her assumption was correct. Despite how dark it was she could identify his features quickly- she would be able to in any situation. She looked away from him and toward the ground, shifting a bit uneasily on her feet before looking up at him out of the corner of her eye and shrugged, "Surprise?” she managed to let out breaking the silence and trying to keep the excitement of seeing him from exposing itself in her tone.

He was still alive and she could only presume that he had caught up with the group of rebels that had been growing for years now. He had done exactly what he said he was going to do. Without her. And with that thought, her mind quickly turned bitter and she looked him directly in the eyes when he finally spoke; his cold words stung and it was painfully obvious he did not want her here. Of course he would not - he didn’t take her with him when he escaped, why would he want to run into her later on? Or find out that she was the spy for the rebels?

His words only turned her resentment for his abandonment to anger, confusion. But he had always left her confused, hadn’t he? Giselle would believe they were getting somewhere and then suddenly he would seemingly want absolutely nothing to do with her. And of course as men tend to do, he’d come back after some time and repeat. There had been a great deal of time that had elapsed since the last she had seen him, heard his voice, felt his hands explore every crevice of her body and she had thought, stupidly, that if by chance they’d ever see one another again he would at least act like he was happy to reunite with her. Wrong.

”I’m sorry but you gave up the privilege of ordering me around when you left.” she snipped viciously at him, infuriated. He had immediately jumped to trying to send her back to hell. How sweet of him. Instead of a happy reunion that she had fantasized about this was what she was met with. She couldn’t be surprised. In fact, she had imagined numerous times how it would be if she ever saw him again. Sometimes it was too improper to even say the words out loud without resulting in a blush and other times, when she allowed her anger to get the best of her, it consisted of her lashing out on him, screaming at him for letting her even get the idea that he might have ever considered even once that he should bring her away with him. It looked like her fictional day dreams were going to come to life - at least the latter version.

”Since you forgot to ask. I am absolutely fantastic. Nothing has changed. I am still everyone’s favorite toy to be played with and used. And I guess, I missed you too. Did I say you are welcome? Since I only helped you get out of there.” her tone grew cold as she took a step toward him her hands falling down to her sides as she allowed her anger to evolve from her lips vibrating with callous and sarcasm, shrugging with her words as if they meant nothing to her and uncaring of how he would react. What was the worst he could do? Leave? Kill her? She wasn't anticipating a long life and she more than expected that it would be a vampire that killed her. Why not him?
It quickly became apparent that Giselle wasn't all too thrilled to see him, the two had unfinished business after all. The way Oliver left, right when things were starting to get hot and heavy again would of made any female upset. He really didn't blame her, in fact he stood there and took it. Some of her words stung, he wasn't going to lie. Her rubbing in his face that he no longer had control over her and Giselle also pointing out the obvious fact of him never even thanking her.

In truth, Oliver felt he was never going to be able to thank Giselle enough. No mere thank you was going to suffice but in all Oliver had to do what he had to do. If he had stayed with the nobles any longer, then that would essentially be the end of him. At first it was not easy coming to terms of losing the position of supreme council, the king and on top of that Giselle...But over time Oliver came to reality that if he stayed there one way or another he would have lost all of that anyways.

She took a step toward him as she spoke. Her anger seemingly rising more so as each word that rolled off her tongue was filled with more sarcasm. Oliver found her angry state quite amusing, for this was probably the first time he had ever seen Giselle infuriated with him to such a degree of making it more apparent. Oh he knew that whenever he left it made her angry but she never really expressed such till' now. Oliver kept still, he knew that if he was going to take a step closer he wouldn't be able to control this sudden urge of meeting their lips.

"Me leaving did nothing but good." The words were harsh but somewhat true.

Sure Oliver missed their time together but he had accomplished what he set out to do and what Ms. Sullivan agreed to help him with. He joined the rebels and that was that. Everything was said and done with. Did the thought ever come across his mind of going back to save her? Of course. It was all in due time, though. He couldn't just waltz into the noble manor and snatch her under arm and leave. He wished it could have been that simple but it wasn't. Giselle said it herself, she was one of the most prized slaves. Everyone wanted and needed her for their doings. That was because Giselle never seemed to do anything half assed.

"I'm sorry you could not come." He meant every word. "But you and I both know the danger that would have caused." He stared at her, taking in her every move.

"I believe you forget that you're still human, Giselle. Your life is so much more delicate than mine. You're like a fine piece of string and those Nobles have the scissors. At any moment they can just simply cut your life short without any remorse. That is why I didn't want you coming." He paused, searching her face. His hands were by his side in fists.

"They can come for me, try to kill me but they will have to go through the rebels now to try and do so. It will not be so easy." His eyebrow arched at his remark. The rebels and him were like family now. They understood him and Liam and himself were the driving minds behind the force. They actually worked together opposed to the nobles who just followed like little puppy dogs to their king. Something unfortunately Oliver once had done. Oliver was loving his freedom.

He knew that no matter what he said, Giselle most likely would forever hate him in her short time of life. Oliver, though, he would forever walk the earth remembering what he had done. Living each day in regret perhaps but also a reminder of what had to be done.

"So whatever you have to say, I would say it now and fast because you simply do not have time on your side." Oliver dug his hands deep into his pockets and turned his expression back to looking stern. "You were obviously sent to tell me information about the nobles so get on with it and scram." Oh Oliver, always so gentle with others feelings.
Giselle wasn’t entirely sure what she was anticipating as a reaction from Oliver. And in her weakest moment she feared exactly how he would respond. She had never argued with him to this extent before, she had never put her foot forward and said exactly what was on her mind. She couldn’t before but now, she had the opportunity and she was doing exactly that despite the nagging notion that if he so chose he could lean over and snap her neck. It was almost elevating to be able to finally express her anger – even if it was a horrible decision.

”Really?” she said, her eyes rolling as she spoke with a voice that made it obvious she knew it was the truth, drawing out the y at the end just slightly. Giselle was more than aware that him leaving was nothing but good. She knew he was more beneficial out here than in there but that didn’t mean she had to like it. ”I would not have helped you if I did not think there was any kind of benefit from it.” her words were obvious and honest. She would have never have taken the chance or risk if she didn’t believe he would be better off helping the rebels. And she envied him - all too aware that she herself was more beneficial being on the inside rather than out, like him.

But when Giselle thought that she couldn’t be more upset with him, she was proven wrong as he apologized and his words seemed honest but she couldn’t bring herself to believe him, her anger clouding her mind. She scoffed at Oliver, her lips parting slightly as she shook her head. ”Don’t apologize. You would not have brought me even if you had a choice.” Her words were weakly spoken as she wasn’t even entirely sure if she believed herself but her anger was in the way of accepting his apology. She’d likely end up regretting it later.

Giselle looked away from him as he spoke of exactly how fragile she was. A fact she knew all too well. It was rubbed in her face regularly, it was the reason she was treated the way she was, being human was a blessing and damnation rolled into one. Being human meant she would die, that this wasn’t eternity for her, only a short stay. But taking the steps till that day were enough to wish it to all be over at times. ”I know very well what I am, Oliver. I don’t need you to tell me exactly how delicate I am. And I’d rather be delicate as you put it than a pompous ass.” she said coldly, watching his every move.

Needless to say, she knew the truth of his words but it wasn’t a truth she wanted to hear. Giselle wanted to be selfish and tell him that he was wrong, that she could leave and nothing would come of it. But it was a bitter truth, if she were to escape, if she were to get caught at this very moment it would only be a matter of seconds and she’d be a limp form on the earth similar to those she had witnessed being executed over the years. It wasn’t easy to accept that you were nothing more than a rag doll walking around waiting for an order or a demand. And those orders and demands varied greatly day by day from someone’s sick fetish, to a snack (on her blood mind you) or even something as simple as mending a shirt. Knowing that her life is meant to serve the monsters she passed in the halls made her feel sick.

”They would have to get through Liam, Jocelyn, Dimitri and everyone else to get to you. All they have to do is snap their cold fingers to get to me!” she finally yelled at him, her face flushing with anger as her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest. She had taken another step toward him as she screamed. Her hands clenching tightly as she continued to resist from hitting him. She wanted to shove him, to smack him and beat against his chest. God, she wanted him to pull her to him and tell her that it won’t always be like this. As if.

”You seem to be fooled to think that they wouldn’t harm me. You’re dreadfully wrong, they’d snap my neck and drain me dry before I could even say hello, for no reason, at all.” her voice had gone down a few notches in volume but she could already feel the repercussions this argument was going to have on her voice by morning. That however was the least of her worries as her eyes flashed to his face as he got to the point of why they were both here. She couldn’t hide the hurt that flashed across her face at the last of his words and she turned away from him, walking a few steps away from him and pausing for a moment to speak. ”I did not come here to tell you anything. Tell one of the others to meet me here tomorrow and I’d greatly prefer if you did not tag along.”
As she rolled her eyes at him, Oliver couldn't help but smirk. Quite frankly, Oliver believed Giselle was acting all too childishly. She announced to him that she would of not helped if she knew she wasn't going to get anything from it. Didn't she know she did get something from it? She for one didn't have to live with his foolish games. Him being free essentially set her free as well.

He did her a favor. Then she had done it, she retorted by telling him that he wouldn't have brought her anyways, even if he had the choice. This wiped the smirk off of his face immediately which was replaced with a sulky look. Boy was she wrong on so many levels. Did she really want to fight with him? Because if she was going to start playing rough then he could dish it right back.

"You're so stupid sometimes, Giselle." Oliver growled.

Most humans were. They thought they knew everything about the world they lived in but no mortal would ever know just exactly what made the world go round'. Especially not one who has only lived a measly twenty-five years. With that insult, Oliver should have just lit the match and throw it on the fire himself.

Then she had to go ahead and say something ridiculously more stupid than the last statement. Giselle told him she didn't come here to tell him anything and for him to retrieve someone else to exchange the information with instead of him. Oliver this time actually let out a laugh. She was behaving so irrationally in his opinion that he could hardly believe it. She walked away from him, taking a few steps before pausing in her tracks.

"Absolutely not, I did not come here to waste my time. Which you have all ready done enough of so far." He raised his voice loud and clear.

Oliver took the steps toward her, becoming within inches of her again. He didn't care anymore about the space. He didn't care about boundaries.

"You need to stop and start thinking clearly. You can't come back tomorrow because then that would be all too obvious. They probably all ready know you're gone by now." Oliver reached out, grabbing her hand really without thinking. He didn't want her to leave, to risk going back and being faced with possibly punishment. Oliver hoped that the touch was enough to at least stop her dead in her tracks and not bother making another move but perhaps he was too deep into the heated battle to reverse that now.

"I know they would harm you, I know that." He spoke with sincerity.

Oliver took his free hand, bringing it to her golden locks. Feeling the texture of it which seemed to automatically send the memories whirlwind back to him. Giselle's hair was always soft to the touch, comforting to him for some strange reason. His hand wandered from her hair to her shoulder. Hoping the touch would be reassuring to her, to spark some type of hope.

"Forgive my temper, you know it's always gotten the best of me." His voice was calm now, collected.

"We're going to need to help each other out. I need you to help me again, us. Without you, without the information you need to tell me and the rebels. We will fail. The nobles will rule supreme and with results you will never be free Giselle, never." Oliver paused, hoping he was making some sense to her.

"Please." His voice was the same gentle tone he has used with her when he entered her room long ago and asked her in assistance of getting him out of the manor unnoticed.
He had called her stupid, of anything he could have referred to her as, his choice was that. It was insulting but as well as amusing – she didn’t consider herself stupid, perhaps ignorant of some things but definitely not stupid. But instead of retaliating she didn’t say anything in response to his insult. What exactly could she say that wouldn’t be someone’s typical retort? She didn’t think he was referring to her with that term when it came to what he was to her and why she let him pull her back in only to end up pulling away when everything started to get too serious for him. If there was anything that Giselle had learned about Oliver was that he didn’t like to get attached, at least to her. As soon as she had convinced herself that he had thought she was more than just a slave at his disposal he’d turn around and focus his attention elsewhere, ignoring her and making himself scarce in her life. And as a slave what could she do? She certainly could not act like she was tonight.

She looked up at him and shook her head, ”I’m glad to know what you think of me at least.” she said quietly, insult to her ego, at least whatever there was of a self-esteem. And to anyone who might have had paid even a moment of attention to what had went on between Mister Oliver Parker and Giselle Sullivan they likely would have considered her a naïve fool for thinking that it would ever go anywhere beyond his satisfaction.

And to add insult to injury she was also wasting his time – he was so sensitive to her feelings. She stared up at him as he had closed the space between them once again but she couldn’t keep her gaze steady on him for long, so very human in her reactions, her gaze faltered and looked away from him as she reached out her fingers brushing the clasp of his coat, ”They think I am sleeping and the other slaves…they’ll assume I’m with someone.” she said quietly, shrugging as her hand rested in the strong familiarity of his grasp. Closing her eyes, her head tilting just slightly toward his hand as he reached and touched her blond locks to eventually settle on her shoulder. She should have taken her hand away, should have stepped away from him but instead she could feel that longing ache swell in her and her heart foolishly flutter just slightly in reaction - the achingly familiar feel of his hand around hers, the weight of the other resting on her shoulder. Giselle shamelessly (however regretfully) was aware that he could hear and likely noticed every little reaction her body made toward him physically and internally.

Needless to say, there was always the possibility of getting caught; it was the risk she took every time she stepped outside of the castle. She wasn’t exactly restricted from going to the village but there had to be a legitimate excuse and to find her in the Forest - that itself would raise more questions than Giselle was prepared to answer. But she felt that she at least had her bases covered tonight. It was unlikely anyone would come looking for her and if anyone noticed that she was not in her bed, they’d assume one of the nobles required her attention.

She caught herself though, caught herself allowing him to play off of her emotions and get what he was seeking. He wanted one thing from her; she was his pawn, his chess piece in the game. And it seemed it had always been a complicated game between them – now and before. He kept her around when he was part of the council for whatever his dead heart had desired, used her to help him escape. His tone of voice was exactly the same, sincere sounding, as if he cared, pleading – gentle – as if she actually meant something to him. She hated how he could stir up her emotions, how much she had undeniably missed him, how much of a hold he had on her. And how he seemed to be entirely aware of it. She immediately jerked her hand away from his but did not step away.

”Cut it out; I’m not playing your games tonight.” she said harshly. She would of course tell him, tell him that the council seemed to be more on edge lately, more suspecting and appeared to be keeping a closer eye on what was going on around them. Punishments were growing increasingly harsher as well, menial crimes were being punished to the extreme and it was as if everyone was walking on egg shells despite Li Wei’s birthday approaching upon them. She always dreaded celebrations and of course there would be a grand extravagant event for Li Wei’s birthday. Giselle was still unsure what exactly was being planned but she was positive it would not go by without recognition. ”I’ll tell what I know, so that I won’t be a complete waste of your time.” she said a little calmer than her last retort – her emotions reflecting strongly in her words as she internally struggled with the battle that was Oliver. Needless to say, she had no other choice than to tell him as he was likely right, leaving tomorrow night would be pushing it, literally asking to get caught. She didn’t know when she’d be able to come back out. And she found herself wondering when she’d see him again – now knowing that he was where he was meant to be. Problem was, as soon as she told him, she’d leave there would be no reason to stay any longer – she wasn’t ready to leave just yet.

”Why did you come tonight? Why not someone else?” she asked out of curiosity – prolonging the answer to his question, prolonging the time that she could remain here with a legitimate reason as to why. She brought her blue eyes to look up at him, the moon casting a shadow over him as she took a small step away from him putting a more comfortable space between the two of them. Staying so close to him confused her and she needed to think clearly if she wasn’t going to let him affect her. She was sure of one thing; he did not know it was her he was going to be meeting with tonight. They at least had not given him her name - as far as she knew. So did he just come out of curiosity? Or because he wanted to hear for himself what was going on inside the manor?
Oliver saw the reaction. The way Giselle somewhat came around by just his simple touch to her shoulder and when he fondled her hair. Not only could he see it clearly as night but he could hear it, too. As soon as his hand met her presence, her heart beat quickened, pumping more blood throughout her glorious body. In a way it teased Oliver. He had once drank her blood - obviously not completely. Oliver did it in a tender way, when they both were love making or sharing delicate kisses. Oliver always made sure to ask permission as well. Allowing her the actual choice of the act.

He was pleased the first time Giselle allowed him to do such. She did not seem frightened in the slightest bit, in fact one might have said she even looked eager. Giselle's blood was probably the finest he had ever tasted. Perhaps because she was still youthful - but the blood also contained some age to it. Almost like a fine wine. Oliver had no trouble controlling himself during the time of his feedings. No no, the only ones that had any real difficulty were newly turned. Oliver had years of honing his skills. He never wanted to completely drain Giselle, he never had the urge to kill her.

Giselle reached out her hand, brushing the clasp of the coat. His eyes cascaded downward toward her hand, watching her delicate fingers linger over. Her touch had an effect on him as well. Luckily he was able to not show it. And like he was fire that burned her touch, Giselle snapped her hand away.

The words that came next from her mouth were scorning. Games? Was that what she thought he was doing? Indeed he knew the chain reaction he had over her but he certainly wasn't using it to his advantage tonight. If that was the case, Olivers body would most likely all ready be on top of her own right now.

Oliver knew how to make the ladies melt after all. Giselle would be a tough case at first - seeing how she reacted to his touch was all he needed to know at this point. But he certainly wasn't playing games, if anyone here was playing games it was her. She had the information she needed to give him and there she was, not budging in giving it to him.

As if coming to terms, Giselle finally voiced that she would tell him what she knew. This greatly surprised Oliver. His face resembled that of a little boy finally getting what he wanted. He was satisfied. Oliver crossed his arms across his broad chest awaiting for her to speak more in depth. The next words to come from Giselle were not what he wanted.

Why had he come tonight and not someone else? Because he was an outstanding rebel and actually wanted to help out. Those were the thoughts he tried to push to front of his mind first, he did not dare tell her that the reasoning behind coming was because there was a blond at hand that he was hoping to release some stress with.

"I offered to go, for one." He spoke boldly. "I'm pretty much the sole source to Liam with plan making. I thought I would make it easier and just get the information myself. That way there would be no spare of fine detail." Oliver knew none of the rebels would spare any detail. They were all just as capable of coming and doing the job than he was. Did he really need to explain himself to her as to why he was there?

"I'm sorry my presence disappoints you, Giselle. I will be sure to not come next time and instead pick the most strapping human for you." Oliver scoffed at her. Knowing well that a human man might be handsome but nothing really ever compared to the looks of a vampire, not only that but their ability to swoon a rock.

Of course, he was somewhat surprised that she still played on the role like she didn't care to see him. Her body of course gave her away but her words were pretty convincing. Did she really not want to see him? After all those years and the way he left, sure he could understand...But there were reasons for that. Oliver never in her life time rejected her, saying he was not what he desired anymore. He simply just vanished, without a word or reason why. That of course would make any female question themselves but so much to the point of not longing to see him again?

"Very well." Oliver said simply. This time he was the one that turned from her and began to walk away. If she wanted to risk herself coming out again tomorrow night, then that was her provocative. His hands remained in his pockets and he slowly walked at a human pace from her. He wondered if she would come after him, maybe he was playing games.

Blue eyes roved over Oliver as his arms went to cross over his chest and he spewed an explanation for his appearance – when really she did not care too much why he was here instead of someone else. She was looking for anything to prolong him staying. He was once the only noble she had any attachment to, the only vampire noble and despite dropping his title and position, she still found herself desperately attached to the only one who had ever treated her like she was a person rather than a slave. He gave her choices and she could always have denied him if she so chose. But she never did, she never wanted to. She didn’t want him to leave, she did not want to go back ending this night on an ill note only to have to brainstorm how she could return again only a day later without raising any kind of suspicion from those she served and worked alongside.

A frown tainted with disgust etched around her lips at his last retort, her eyes flashing to his face as he assumed that his presence disappointed her. She almost laughed however at the idea of a strapping human to meet with her next time – because that was what she wanted right? That would make up for her remaining as a slave and he having a freedom she so desperately desired. Because a human was of any comparison to him. Now knowing that she could see him again, that all she had to do was ask that it was he who met her out here and pray that he did, a human man would not suffice. Not that a human ever would have. It was not even a matter of species. It didn’t matter that he was a vampire. It was the history between them. the idea of just a little taste of how things had once been between them – the possibility that she could spend her time outside of the manor tangled up with him, her hands free to rove through his brunette locks and feel his strong hands move down the soft curves of her body to ultimately bring her to a point that no one else could manage. To let him drink from her because he is the only one that she no reservation with when it came to it – he always had handled her with tender hands, always gentle and conscious of how he fed from her body. No, she was not disappointed to see him – angry to a point, sad, and maybe disappointed that they would shortly have to part ways but certainly not disappointed that it was him who was waiting for her tonight.

Her thoughts and sorrows warped her mind as she went to speak, trying to find the words to say without making herself even more vulnerable than she already was to him. But she was not given an opportunity to let the words form and escape her lips when he dismissed himself and turned away from her.

She watched as he started to walk away. He was acting entirely human as he didn’t take off and disappear like he easily could have. Giselle hesitated where she stood, she wanted to go after him but at the same moment did not want to follow him like a wounded puppy begging for his Master’s attention. She rubbed her arm with her hand, standing still for what seemed like far too long before her feet started to close the gap between them before she could even decide whether it was better to turn around and leave or follow after him. Finally, deciding to tell him exactly what she was here to let him know, it was the only thing she could say that might keep his attention. ”Li Wei’s anniversary is upon us…” she said quietly. ”I’m not exactly sure of the precise details of what they are planning. I know that everyone is expected to be there.” she paused as she came within only feet behind him. ”I don’t doubt that it will be heavily guarded but maybe one of you can come – undercover of course.” she picked up the pace to put very little space between them. ”Everyone seems on edge but it is possibly because of the anticipation of the event – it’s doubtful it will go on without a hitch.” her voice faded as she came to her conclusion.

She had reached out for his hand as if she could stop him if he did not want to be. Her hand gripping his with what strength she had, an all too human action. He would leave if he wanted to, if it was what he desired. He could rip his hand from her grasp so easily and there was little she could do about it. ”Please don’t leave…not yet.” her voice was barely a whisper, pleading with him, as her grasp lightened as she stepped so she was slightly in front of him, more to his side. She brought his hand to her cheek and her free hand went to rest on his wrist as she turned her face toward his hand. ”Please...” she whispered against his palm, her lips brushing against his cold skin as she mouthed the words. She was weak and at the moment, she was desperate for him to stay, she wasn’t ready to watch him walk away and disappear from her life again.

The soft thump of her feet sounding behind him made Oliver smirk to himself. One point for him. Her following after him only declared to him more so that Giselle still harbored feelings for him. Oliver was not only pleased that she took the initiative and came after him - she also was leaking information with each step she took.

An anniversary, how typical. Celebrated much like a birthday but instead more luxurious. All the nobles were usually in attendance and of course their slaves followed close at heel. The nobles were also so kind to even hire some peasants to cater to them as well for the night. Oliver could almost taste the sourness in the air when Lei Wei's name had been muffled.

So it was the bitches party. This of course somewhat pleased Oliver, seeing as Lei Wei had essentially been the sole reason why Oliver left. Lei Wei after all was the kings new pretty bird. The one that was close at hand when the king needed information. What the king saw in Lei more so than Oliver, he did not know. That was something that would most likely always baffle Oliver.

He did not stop walking until she had finally caught up to him, her soft warm skin met with his own hand. He contemplated to continue, to leave her in fear but alas he stopped. Only because she was now pleading him to stay, not to leave just yet. She came slightly in front of him but Oliver didn't bother to look at her, not yet. His face still looked determined, as if he was on a mission to go back to the rebel hideout.

She brought his hand to her cheek as her other fell lightly on his other wrist. She quietly spoke another please into his palm. Her lips filled with color grazing his all too pale in comparison skin. Oliver looked from the woods in front of him over to Giselle. She was in such a fragile state that Oliver couldn't help but feel somewhat bad for her. Oliver took his thumb, smoothing it against her flushed cheek. She was probably freezing at this time of night, Oliver almost had forgotten what the cold did to the humans.

His thumb then curved to her chin where he slightly lifted it. He searched her brilliant blue eyes with confusion at first but then slowly turning to content. After all she had decided to help him once again, Giselle gave him the information he needed for the moment. Of course as time would grow closer to the event, he would need new information - such as who was going to be where. Most importantly, when would be the precise moment of attack.

Oliver took a step closer to her, almost closing the space between them entirely. His hand lingered from her chin down the front of her neck, before finally reaching its destination over bosom - more importantly over her heart. He leaned his lips to her ear like he once had when she first arrived. As if what he was going to speak of not even the trees that surrounded them were allowed to hear.

"You never seem to fail me." He spoke at barely a whisper. Turning his head just slightly so his own lips met to the side of her face. "And you always know how to drive me completely crazy." Oliver grazed his lips across the top of her cheek bone.

"I don't think we should do this over again, though." He stepped back a bit. Staring at her, anticipating the worse to come. He knew that she wanted to be by his side but in these times it was probably the most deadly step she could ever take. How could it, how would it ever work out between them? It was just one giant vicious cycle and he didn't want to do it all over again to her. He was sparing her the pain and suffering he had once so carelessly done to her before.

Giselle’s breath quivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering slightly as his fingers hooked onto her chin and brought her eyes to his. Her hand reached up, touching the tips of his hair as she took in the different features of his handsome face as the tips of her fingers fell to the side of his neck as he moved closer, her body brushing against his as her heart pounded against the weight of his hand on her chest. His lips had come close to her ear, his breath warming her cool skin as he spoke so quietly that it was as if what he was saying was a forbidden secret. Her eyes fluttering shut as her stomach flipped at his word, leaning slightly against him resisting the urge to turn her head and lock her lips with his when she felt the cool tender touch of his mouth against her cheek suddenly shocked with cold as he started to move away from her and what he said next was utterly unexpected and had sent her thoughts into a mass of confusion and anger. A bit taken back.

”And you always seem to fail me.” she snapped at him immediately after he spoke. The cool air brushing across her skin and whisking her hair into her face but she did nothing to prevent it. She reached out, her hands placed on his chest and with what little strength she could muster she pushed at him, as if she could even make him budge unless he allowed it to happen. Frustration overwhelming her, she stomped away but stopped turning back onto her heal. ”You are an entirely impossible man.” she snipped harshly, ”Of course we shouldn’t do this again, you have what you want from me for tonight, there is no reason to go on pretending as though you cared.” she hissed at him her eyes shining a brilliant azure as her cheeks flushed with anger. Whenever there had been even so much of a hint that he felt any kind of emotion for her he had put a stop to it. He always had, dragging her along like a puppet, putting her away back in the closet when the possibility of attachment bore to strong upon them.

She was consorting with the devil, perhaps not literally, but the spawn of the devil in some eyes. She was playing with impossibilities, with fire. She couldn’t be with him, it was entirely improbable. Even if she escaped from the King permanently and alive better yet. She was human, he was a vampire. She would grow old and die; he would always remain young and live for eternity. She’d soon be a forgotten memory, a small glimmer of his past and nothing more. Giselle was an idiot for even thinking that anything would ever have come from this, considering his habit of making it obvious he had no intentions of anything going beyond a fling with her and now he didn’t even want that any more. It had been so long that she would not be shocked if he had found someone else, could she blame him? Hardly. But that didn’t stop the jealous pang resulting from assumptions to form in her gut.

She wanted to hate him, she wanted to loath him with every fiber of her being but she couldn’t. She hated things he did, she hated things that he said but she could not hate him as much as she might have wanted to at that point or when he left her over and over again. She had thought she had reached that point when he left the nobles indefinitely. Giselle had thought she had finally been pushed to that breaking point when she watched him take off unsure if she’d ever see him again. And now, he was back in her life unexpectedly and she just could not keep hold of wishing that he had never existed.

In frustration she let out an exasperated growl and turned on her heal once again, her back facing him as she stomped off with full intentions of leaving. He could stop her. She knew this but she didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to face the fact that he didn’t want her or that they shouldn’t do this again. That was the key word, again. How many times had they gone down that path? She couldn’t remember and frankly at the moment, she did not care as she pushed branches out of her face, stumbling a bit as she made her path away from him entirely unaware as to whether she was heading in the right direction or not.

Her eyes glimmered in the moon light with tears that she refused to spill, blinking profusely as her anger had pushed her to a breaking point. The small revelation nagging in her mind that if he had ever truly wanted her, he would have found a way to have her. ”I don’t ever want to see you again.” she shouted over her shoulder as her last retort finally. She wasn’t entirely sure if he had heard her or not. She didn’t know if he had left or if he remained where she left him only seconds before. She didn’t want to look back and find out. Giselle did not want him to see how much he had hurt her – showing too much emotion only pushed him away.

It was a lose lose battle for Oliver because no matter what he chose to do, Giselle would get hurt. He bit his bottom lip as she spoke the acid words he knew that would come. He did always fail her. Giselle always remained true to him, there for him and he was the one that always ran away. Leaving her with nothing. It was a sad cycle indeed. Cruel was the hand of cards life had given Oliver, for he never in his twenty-nine years of human life experienced love. Not even from the day he was born.

That was of course why all of this was occurring. Oliver knew it was because of such, too. Still, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't bring himself to come to terms of such a tender emotion. Would the words I love you ever emit from his own lips? Very unlikely. Then why, why was it so hard when Giselle shoved the truth in his face. Her words stung and not to mention made Ollie a bit uneasy. He was exactly what she had said, an entirely impossible man.

He did get what he wanted from her. The information the rebels needed but still it wasn't enough. He was still left feeling like there was more to be said, done - without regarding the job at hand. He wanted to know every detail that had occurred over their years apart, tell her what he had been doing. He knew all ready from what she had told him that the years hadn't been as rewarding to her as they had been for him. This of course made him feel more guilty than he all ready felt. The thought danced back into his mind, the ones he experienced practically every day since he last left. Maybe he should have brought her with him...

Oliver shook his head as if shaking the thoughts away. There was no way he could of. There was a reason for all this. If Oliver had taken Ms. Sullivan with him that eventful night then they wouldn't be standing here today. The rebels most likely wouldn't have much means of undergoing this type of information they were receiving unless it was from Giselle's very own lips. Again, she had always served well. Both to the nobles and now the rebels. Her information always pinpoint.

She let forth a frustrated growl before turning on her heel stomping away. Oliver followed with his eyes. Letting her go, relieve some steam before following. After all, she was going the entirely wrong direction. She wouldn't make it far before realizing that she was lost. The branches echoed in the forest as she pushed them from her way, snapping at her mortal strength. She shouted back over her shoulder that she never wanted to see him again. A request that Oliver pondered taking up.

Never was such a long time, too much of a long time to go without seeing her. Even if the years they had been apart might have seemed like forever, Oliver still had full intention of seeing her again. He knew it. The rebels and the nobles were at war. There had to be a time where Oliver would cross her path, though the conditions wouldn't be as such like now. They wouldn't be able to speak or touch. Just catch a glimpse of one another and that would be that.

Looking over to the path in which he came, Oliver thought about venturing down it. Leaving Giselle here with her wish - but he couldn't. Oliver swiftly advanced toward the direction in which she walked to. It was as if the two were playing a game of tag. One would go off, the other would catch up, tag. Then the process would repeat.

When Oliver finally got close enough, he smiled. Yup, just the thing Giselle most likely wanted to see. A big grin on his face while she was in a moment of suffering. He was smiling purely because of the fact she had looked so cute storming off but also he as hoping that it would lighten her mood. Oh did he not know women at all.

"You don't mean it. If I was to turn right now and be out of your life you would regret it instantly." His cocky smile broadened. "This is hard for me too." His hand raised pointing at his chest when he said the word me. The two weren't even together and they were acting like a married couple. "This isn't all just about you, you know." Yup, he asked for it.
It was cold, awfully cold – she was shocked that she had barely noticed it when she was arguing with Oliver. Her arms went to wrap around her chest as she strained her eyes to see where each foot landed on her pursuit to be rid of him. Her pace slowed as she wasn’t aiming to fall flat on her face but the odds were against her in that regard. It was rare that she did not trip or stumble when out lurking in the forest at night. She looked up at the sky for a brief moment trying to see through the shaded cover of the immense coverage of trees spotting the moon just as a cloud began to hide it from visibility and eliminating a great deal of the light that tickled through in spurts between the leaves. But she didn’t stop, each foot hitting the ground hard, stomping as if someone would care and hear her. The only person who could, would be Oliver and that was if he was even still standing where she left him. She doubted it.

At the moment of her shout she had meant every last word of it. She did not want to see him and at the moment, she was quite content with the idea of never having to face him again and deal with the emotions that she had tucked away for when she was completely alone. It was easier not to think about it, to not reminisce than to face it head on. And with some of the vampires having the ability to hear her thoughts it was best for her to seemingly forget about him than to allow them to hear her most personal feelings and weaknesses. She had become exceptionally well-guarded with what she allowed to wander through her mind when in their presence and she had all intentions of keeping it that way. It was of a contradicting nature because when she found herself alone, usually when lying in her bed listening to the snores and sounds of other sleeping slaves, her thoughts would drift to him and leak into her dreams and at times, her nightmares. He was a pest that never left her alone, but instead of being unwanted, he was desired. And she knew she would regret it every day of her life if he actually listened to her and made sure to never let their lives cross again.

Of course he did not listen. She had not really expected that he would but she also did not think he would trail after her. Her nose scrunched up as her face expressed a dark scowl as she stared at his smiling face. If this was any different of a situation she might have smiled back, maybe kissed him through that smirking grin or even told him how devilishly handsome he was when he looked at her like that. But instead, she felt as though he was mocking her, finding amusement at her anguish and the entire situation- it infuriated her. ”Of course it’s not about me! It’s about you, it has always been about you.” she snarled at him as her hands dropped to her side and she stepped to the side putting a little more of a distance between them. ”It’s always been about what you want. You get to come and go out of my life as you please. ‘Oops, getting bored of poor Giselle, time to disappear.’ ‘Oh, I’ll just take off and forget about her, she’s used to it. Who cares how it makes her feel, she’s just a slave after all.’” her voice had taken on a mocking tone as she voiced what she assumed were his thoughts. ”You are just like the rest of them underneath your sweet words and caring façade, Oliver. I just wish I had learned to not expect anything from you years ago.”

Giselle knew all too well that he was nothing like those she served. He was different from them; he treated her differently than the rest of them did. With him, when he wasn’t giving her the cold shoulder, he made her feel as though she was of some kind of value to him, that she was important, that maybe, just maybe he actually did care about her.But then he’d turn cold as soon as their relationship would get too deep and she was faced with the harsh reality that she was just a slave and that was all she would ever be, to anyone. But she had said it any ways, put him right in the hole like the rest