Her Hell

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Her Hell
Chapter 23
Embraces


Both of them knew it would be an exhausting experience, a trial of patience and nerve, to be able to do what they needed next. It was time to truly talk. Both were overridden with buried emotions, harbored fears, and lost hope. Now they must truly trust in order to move forward, no matter which path was chosen.

Amon for the first time was listening to his heart with fairness. It was impossible to change ones persona as well as their way of thinking overnight, but he had realized some things. One being \'things aren\'t always as they seem\', Robin was proof of that. The first thing one would think is that she\'s frail and weak, one would mistake her for nerdy, or acedemically superior. Although she is quite intellegent she was not one who poured herself into studies, even if she did read quite often. As for weak, Robin was anything but weak. She had a gentle and caring soul, a voice that could sooth a mans inner beast whether spoken or in song. Her whimsical hair style gave her a simple yet daring splash of \'unique\', while her dress promised strict disipline and modesty. She was a bufferfly wrapped within her own cacoon. The woman waiting to be born would be a delicious treasure, a woman who could give the hardest hearts a warm and joyous home.

Finally finding her voice Robin managed to ask Amon of his visit with the old man, shifting uncomfortably he paused, seeking her eyes he locked on those emerald orbs before speaking.

\"I have come to understand who I am\" he stated, looking for an expression to guide him further. She seemed unphased however. Simply asking \"What do you mean?\".

Robin knew Amon well, although he would deny it with his dying breath. Anything that could change Amon\'s mind had to be important. For him to admit what he had promised nothing short of miraculous. He\'d always been a mystery, but she\'d spent much time with him, learned his ticks, his habits, and moods. She knew he began to get irritable if he was not given coffee within a half hour or rising, she knew for some unknown reason he liked it when she wore her glasses. Yes Amon was a mystery, but one she\'d throughly enjoyed solving. He was intellegence, dashing, thoughtful even if he did keep it well hidden, and his very presence made her heart race, and her soul ache. She\'d be lying to herself if she denied the occational thought of what it would be like to be in his passionate embrace. Would he ever see her that way, or would she always be the rookie, the young girl that first came to STNJ. Oh she could only hope he could learn to do more than care for her. Watching him, waiting for him to continue she remained lost in his dark and burning gaze. How many dreams she\'d dreamed of those dark orbs, far to often she\'d been rendered speechless to those eyes. Forcing herself to break the gaze she began undoing her hair. Turning away from him she glided to the makeshift bedside table to retreave her brush.

\"I\'ve seen the documentation, the coven, the names . . . mother, father, myself\" he answered. He watched her unwind the ribbons releasing those beautifuly soft tresses. He loved it when she allowed her hair to flow freely, it was then he truly saw her womanly beauty, it was then he allowed himself to envision something more. Something made him shift, slowly moving him forward. A few paces found him within easy reach of her form. As she brushed the newly unwound hair, he began unwinding the remaining locks.

Startled at first, Robin quickly relaxed. She knew Amon meant no harm, in fact she was pleasantly surprised and happy he had made this much of an effort to make contact. She knew it took alot for him to show this much care. He was delicate, painstakingly so. He kept much of his focus on unwinding the remaining nob of hair, but occationally he would cast a glance in her direction. It was obvious he was no quite ready for any real \'contact\' but she happily accepted what he offered.

\"I like your hair down, it\'s very . . nice\" he said softly, he was torn. Part of him wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, tell her his thoughts, his feelings, his fears. Part of him also wanted to bolt out the door.

She smiled at his compliment, and thanked him with a small blush. \"Do you fully intend to follow this path Robin?\" he asked, the calmness in his voice surprising them both.

\"Hai, I cannot explain it, yet I\'ve always felt there was something important I had to do with my life, this prophesy, this \'destiny\' feels important, a need to complete\" she answered clearly, he knew she would do this, with or without him. It was the conviction in her voice, it was the fire in her eyes that shone with brillance and determination the got him.

\"I cannot let you do this alone\" he told her honestly. The terms of his presence would be up to her. It mattered not to him as long as he was assured of her safety.

\"Amon, do not follow me unless you do so accepting the call\"
\"Robin I do not want you to befall harm. I want to be there, understand?\"
\"Amon, you do not understand wha . . . \"

Firm, soft, and desperate lips found hers, a warming embrace enveloped her. Cascades of warmth rushed through her body, lifting her upwards into heaven. Her arms raised, wrapping around his neck, softly, timidly she returned his kiss. After a few moments he broke for air, looking into her eyes.

\"I do understand, do you?\" he murmured into her ear, taking a deep breath of her scent. \"Robin, I cannot, I will not allow you to walk this path alone, my place is with you\"

His voice, his words echoed through her mind, repeated into infinity. The race of her heart became a thunderous drum within her own ears. Floods of tears broke through her eyelids pouring down her cheeks. Amon was stunned. \"Robin, what is wrong?\" he softly demanded.

\"Nothing is wrong Amon, your words brought me joy\" Which was true, yet she still longed to hear him say he loved her. Perhaps this was as close as she would get, and it did make her heart soar. She knew he was being honest, she heard it in his tone, feel it in his in touch. He\'d revealed a part of himself no other would see. It was for her, and her only.

With a soft sigh he tightened his hold around her tiny form. The tender moment broken when a knock sounded on the door.

\"Come in\" he called out to the intruder

Kira walked in with two plates, Amon\'s eyebrow rose at her apperance. \"Becoming a habit to bring our dinner?\" he asked sarcastically

Smiling at his brashness she moved to set the dinner plates down. \"You both need to see the elder again when your finished\" she informed them, reclaiming the stool from the previous visit.

He claimed the plates from the table, handing Robin her own. They both sat quietly and ate. Amon occationally glancing over to Robin. When they both finished Kira took their plates, and proceeded to escort them to the old shack.

The same scene greeted them, the old man again was lost to the shadows cast by the dim candle. After Kira had strolled away the old man spoke to them both.

\"Do you accept your destiny now?\"

\"Hai, I fully accept my destiny and fate\" Robin answered softly

\"What of you Amon, do you understand and accept your position?\" he asked pointedly

\"I chose to be by Robin\'s side\" he answered, never meeting the gaze Robin cast in his direction.

\"You agree to the joining ceremony?\" he asked, an almost releaved tone to his voice.

\"Joining ceremony?, what is that?\" Robin asked

\"It is a marriage among witches, you will be bound by the codes of the coven, husband and wife\"

\"How is such a ceremony performed?\" Amon asked, shocking Robin with his inquisitiveness.

\"In the new equinox you will share the vows, and blood, when the moon rises full again\" the weathered voice informed them.

\"Why must blood be spilled?\" Amon asked, concerned that someone would dare hurt Robin, even for something of this nature.

\"Each of you posess the key to unlock the true nature of each other\"

\"True nature?\" Robin inquired

\"Your true power, the balance to each other, each a perfect match, do not worry, the amount is small, you would only cut each others palms, and hands bound to each other for a short time, the pain is minimal, the gain is great\"

Allowing the information to sink in, the old man waited a few moments before continuing. \"I have grown tired, I will call you again\"

With the obvious dismissal Robin and Amon rose to their feet, shuffling out quickly. Walking quietly side by side lost in thought.

After entering their cabin they remained quiet, Robin quickly found a comfortable position on her bed. A rather dull spot on the handmade quilt was extremely interesting at the moment. Amon himself had found a rather comfortable spot on the wall towards the back of the cabin. Leaning against the rough textured wall he began to think of what the old mans words could mean. \'Unlock the true nature of each other\' Oddly enough he wondered if that meant she\'d change from the sweet, nurturing soul she was now to some firey creature out for blood. Yet he knew that was not the case. But what it truly meant he could only guess.

Robin\'s thoughts were much like Amon\'s. Although she found herself wondering if Amon was happy about this or upset. His quiet mood began to worry her. The tenderness he\'d shown earlier was now lost to time. And she desperately hoped she had not read to much into the moment.

Worry, stress, and general upset had taken it\'s toll on her. With a heavy sigh she slipped beneath the sheets, hoping for sleep to claim her swiftly.

Amon\'s ears heard her distressed sigh, knowing full well that she had her own plagued thoughts. They were to walk this path together right? His need to comfort her overrode his own insecurities. He soon found himself approaching her cot.

A heavy shift in weight alerted her to his presence. She tensed slightly when she felt him raising her body to rest against his own. \"It\'s alright Robin, we will figure things out soon enough\" he told her softly. Relazing into his hold she nodded gently against his chest. Allowing her eyelids to drift shut when he began softly stroking her back. Together they drifted into a comfortable sleep. Fully aware their lives would never be the same.


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A/N:

Welp, lil bit of romance for those who wanna go \'awwwwww\' ....ya\'ll wanting full blown lemons will be happy to know their coming up...soon, within the next few chappies. As for the spellin errors, I\'ve been to lazy to put my spell checker thingy on the pc, and besides, when I did have it I still got complaints of spelling errors. So when I get another spell checking program I will correct the last few chapters. Till then, I\'ll see you all in the next chapter.

Thanks for the reviews by the way, they are appreciated, and have helped me wanna pick up the story again.