Title: Flash Fire
Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?
Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.
The early morning sky shone red, it made Peter on edge as he cast his eyes towards where he knew Isabella was, where he knew the Major looked out towards every morning. Today felt different though, a sense of foreboding in the air.
“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.” He murmurs to himself before frowning. His gift gave him nothing to go on but he couldn’t help but feel restless, like a deep ache settled within his chest and he couldn’t tell what from.
“Major!” Charlotte hissed causing the sudden feeling to leave, only to be replaced by concern. Charlotte turned her eyes to her mate; she too could sense something wrong but dared not to say it out loud.
They sat in silence until the sound of footfalls reached their ears, sending them on high alert. Shattering glass had Peter cursing as the Major dropped down from the second floor and waited,a rumbling continuously escaping from his lips.
Peter and Charlotte joined him on the yard waiting, preparing for a fight as the wind brought forth the scent of venom and war.
“WAIT!” A voice calls out in desperation. “We mean no harm Major, Captain.”
Major cocked his head to the side and tasted the vampires fear, grief and honesty. “Come forward… Slowly.”
Fredrik and Oliver slumped relieved before slowing down to a walk. They hoped he would feel their honesty, that they mean no harm instead of just ripping them to shreds first. When they stepped from the tree line, they did so with palms out and necks bared, the way they approached Enyo in her anger.
“State your business. I can smell the wars on you, has Maria sent you?” Major demanded as he pushed out his gift to see if there were any more.
Oliver shook his head, his eyes casting down at the thought of his Mistress. “We were sent by our Maker, she gave us a letter to deliver when she freed us.”
“Isa?” Charlotte piped up, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Is she coming?”
Fredrik and Oliver shared a look that caused Peter’s chest to clench, his eyes snapping to the Major as he dropped to his knees, a stricken look upon his face.
“She’s gone ain’t she?” He asked the two in a broken whisper.
“You need to read this first.” Oliver stated while pulling out the letter and holding it out. “We’ll explain then.”
Author Note: *chuckles and hums*