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Hidden In Snow	By : SerpentsChild Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: OK sooo WARNING: I hadn’t planned this when I originally started this so.. Here’s the warning. There is some rape in this chapter of what we could consider a minor. In the time its set it.. Not really against any law and you’ll see why. It’s also incest… so… I’ll put a little ** when that starts if you don’t want to read that and ** when it ends as well.
yusukekuramasgirl again thanks for the review! I’m glad you think it’s going to be interesting! I’ll try to keep it that way! Thanks again!

Chapter 3
At some point, Zarek must have blacked out. Because when he woke he was laying in bed, warm air moving over his iced skin. He shifted noting that his back and chest had been wrapped, and there was a covering on his cheek. He reached up touching it and he remembered Isis then.
He stood finding himself walking down the hall into the small living room that was being warmed by a fire in the hearth. Isis sat with her back to him on the floor. He walked around the couch coming to stand right next to her before she even realized he was there. She jumped and nearly fell into the fire. Zarek grabbed her arms steadying her carefully.
Her skin was still cold and the whole left side of her face had bruised nicely. It was swollen, and matched nicely to the hand sized bruises around her neck. He’d forgotten about that. His gaze dropped from her to the floor beside her, finding the glass and vodka bottle sitting at her side.
He reached out and took the bottle noting the destroyed cell phone on the other side of it. He glanced at her and she shrugged
“He’s…never not answered my calls. Even when he’s with her. I’m worried that… that he-”
“Knew?” Zarek interrupted her and sat back careful not to press his back against the chair behind him. She nodded.
“If He knew. He knew I’d be in danger. I feel so… abandoned.” she muttered head dropping heavily against her chest. Zarek watched tears fall onto her jeans. This one, definitely not used to rejection of any kind. He supposed she was used to having Acheron there to protect her and comfort her when she needed it. Now he wasn’t and she was scared.
He watched her every movement, not sure how to deal with a crying woman, but ready to jump into action should she do something stupid. It those moments he took in what he could see, like he did the first time he saw her. But this time is just was a glance.
The dark hair that had been beaded before was no longer and fell in crisp black waves falling nearly to her back. Her skin was covered in a light tan suggesting she had been in the sun only a limited amount of time as if something more pressing had kept her in. She was small in height and weight a perfect balance he supposed. But her eyes, those captured him in a way he couldn’t explain. When she looked up at him he couldn’t break away.
It wasn’t like they were some deep shade of blue, or some rarely seen color. They were just soft brown eyes. But in those eyes he saw the fear and loneliness that she felt. He was drawn from his reverie when she spoke to him wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“I should check on that gash…” she stood and picked up the first aid kit from the table by the door. For a moment he didn’t comprehend what she was talking about, then he understood. Zarek watched her carefully cut away the wrappings that were wrapped around him. He maneuvered so he was laying on his stomach beside her.
Isis’ fingers ran across his back sending a small shiver down his body. Her hands were soft, not used to manual labor. And he hated her again, but the soft touch on his skin wouldn’t let him hold that anger for long. She made a clicking noise and he sat up slightly to look at her.
“This should be more healed then this… the dream-hunters aren’t doing their job very well…”
“They don’t help me.” he said settling back down as he interrupted her tirade. He could feel her stare at the back of his head.
“Why not?” she asked and he shrugged deciding her didn’t want to go into it. “that’s horrible! I bet it’s that bitch’s fault. It’s always her fault. If I could give her a piece of my mind I’d….” she continued to ramble on and Zarek was struck by how outraged she was by what he said. No one was ever outraged on his behalf. He moved so he was sitting Indian style facing her.
He had to admit, she looked beautiful when she was angry. And at least her own pain was momentarily forgotten. But her rambling was starting to drive him crazy. Thankfully she was interrupted by a ringing cell phone. And seeing how hers was destroyed, Zarek stood up going in search of his own.
She heard him growl out a hello before he walked back in and tossed the phone to her. She barely caught it. He watched as she talked to Acheron. Watched her face go from angry to happy to angry again. He heard her explain why she hadn’t picked up her own cell when he’d called and then the outburst.
“Why can’t you leave? This is an emergency Ash!” she literally screamed into the phone and Zarek winced. She had a hell of a voice and no doubt Ash was thinking the same thing. He didn’t even notice when she snapped the phone shut and held it out to him. Carefully he took it from her and put it in his pocket watching her reactions all over again.
She stood and moved towards the kitchen. He followed her worried she wanted to toss another plate to the ground and cut herself, but she was merely pulling out items to make a late dinner.
“Well?” he asked wanting to know exactly what the Dark-Hunter leader had to say for himself.
“He says he didn’t know anything. And he’s pissed at Artemis and going to get her to call him off. But I doubt that’s going to happen. She’s so stupid!” she growled as she began to cut vegetables with vicious slices, and again he thought she was going to cut herself. Or maybe cut a whole finger off this time. He took the knife from her and she glared for a moment before sighing and stepping away from the counter top hands in the air.
She looked about ready to have a break down.
“And Acheron said that he can’t leave. Something about Artemis and blah. I wasn’t paying attention to that part. This thing, I have set up on the house isn’t going to last forever. We need to get somewhere else… Mike! I’ll call Mike. We’ll go to New Orleans…” she started to look for a nonexistent cell phone. “Shit. Zarek cell please…what?” she asked as he just stared at her.
“They are not going to let me back in New Orleans.” he said simply not looking angry for once, almost longing. Her own panic calmed and a sense of sadness replaced it. She took a step towards him hand reached out as if to touch his cheek.
“Poor Zarek of Moesia. You have done nothing yet are blamed for all.” Zarek looked up at her noticing the far off look in her eyes. “Never cared for as you should be. Never protected.” her voice was sad and Zarek couldn’t stand to hear the mocking tone. She was not sad for him, no one was. He sneered at her and it seemed to snap her out of her trance like state. She drew her hand back to her chest and sighed.
“Why do you even bother to be here? I doubt you and Acheron didn’t know anything about Aretimis’ plan.” It was Isis turn to glare,
“How dare you speak ill of a man who is trying to protect you! If he wanted you dead, he would have done so himself. But apparently I’m just here for shits and giggles!” she turned stalking from the room. So she missed his confused face and remark.
“Shits and giggles? What the hell?” he stared at the basement door where she disappeared before starting after her. He’d never kept up with the latest phrases and ‘shits and giggles’ was one he didn’t even want to know what it meant. But he was curious. That was real anger, nothing that she would be able to conjure up unless she really felt it.
He contemplated that thought as he walked into the basement. Even in the small room, he didn’t see her. But light came from under a door to his right. He tilted his head and moved towards it listening. He heard her voice, chanting in a language that was vaguely familiar to him. He paused at the door listening to the almost hypnotic words, then something urged him forward and he pushed the door open just as she stopped speaking.
She spun to face him eyes wide. “No!” he didn’t understand what had caused the yell. But a moment later it didn’t matter. He swayed and fell to the side, his last image of her doing the same.

Zarek groaned in pain his head pounding against his skull and was vaguely aware that the floor beneath his body was soft. Too soft. He opened his eyes which were instantly bombarded with sunlight. He hissed and brought his hands up to block it realizing that he wasn’t doing the dying thing that he had expected.
He blinked away the water collecting in his eyes and sat up finding himself by a river of some sort. A short step away was Isis who was breathing but not much else. But she was breathing and that in his book was a good thing.
He stood taking in the place around him, this definitely wasn’t the basement. It was breathtaking to be honest. He could almost guess where they were from the pyramids lining in his sight, and if that didn’t do it the people walking around would tell him. They didn’t seemed to notice him standing there, nor did they seem to notice Isis who was slowly moving onto her hands and knees.
Zarek moved towards her and grabbed her arm yanking her to her feet. “What did you do?” he hissed as she tried to keep her balance while removing his hand from her arm. She looked around her and sighed,
“We are in my memory Zarek. It would have just been me. But you saw fit to walk in at the wrong time.” she jerked her arm from his hold stumbling and landing on her side when he unexpectedly let go. She looked up ready to yell at him when she noticed his curious look.
She followed his gaze to a younger version of herself, only 5 at the most, walking with other children. They were all scampering for attention from a regal looking man wearing the crown of a unified Upper and Lower Egypt. This isn’t where she’d meant to go, she remembered this day. Zarek was just watching as the younger her stumbled and fell behind the others. The royal man had not even looked back at her. He was doting on a small girl in his arms. One of only two girls, but she had been lucky.
“She was born from the pharaohs wife.” she said coming up beside Zarek, “She was his precious girl. Pharaoh made sure all of his children were cared for. But she was special.” He glanced at Isis who only smiled, she showed no hint of resentment for the younger girl only love. Another thing to add to Zarek’s list of confusing thoughts. He didn’t speak feeling a tugging at his body. The scene was changing before them, and he could practically feel Isis tensing. So she didn’t know what scene would play out next, Zarek stood ready and curious to see what was in store next.
A much older Isis, at least 13 stood by a sobbing woman and what could be assumed was the other children that had been in the previous memory. But someone was missing. Zarek found the girl that the Pharaoh had doted on in that past memory. She was laying on a stone slab a white sheet covering most of her body. But it did not hide the marks on her neck. So, Isis had lost a family member to the daimons? He moved closer examining the corpse. He looked back at Isis to ask something, but when he saw her standing by the twin image of herself he couldn’t speak. They both held so much sadness and guilt in their eyes.
He watched her other step forward reaching for the man.
“Father…” one moment she was standing next to him the next she was spiraled on the floor next to him holding her cheek. Zarek felt a surge of fury run through him but Isis’ hand on his arm calmed him slightly. The rest of the mourners walked out leaving the 12 year old to face the wrath of a pharaoh that knew no mercy.
“You killed her.” his voice was deadly cold and Zarek didn’t bother to realize the man was speaking English not Egyptian. Isis raised her head tears in her eyes.
“Father I didn’t-” she cried out as he struck her again.
“You let her out of your sight. You were ordered to keep her safe. And yet you let her die!” his voice raised and she laid against the warm stones shaking with tears. “You should have died in her place! The gods should have protected her and taken you as her pound of flesh. Worthless, like your mother. Good for only one thing and one thing only.”

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Zarek’s eyes widened slightly as the man fell upon his daughter holding the struggling child’s arms above her head. Zarek’s blood ran cold as he watched the scene unfolding and unconsciously he pulled Isis to him, as if to shield her from a memory she no doubt lived with every day. But it was hard to ignore.
She begged him with tears streaming down her cheeks, begging not for him to stop. But for forgiveness. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening and it sickened Zarek. The man wasted no time in pulling the linen dress Isis wore from her body pausing only to smirk at her.
His movements were calm, as if he wasn’t about to rape his, now only, daughter. No emotion but a fierce sadness and anger. Zarek was barely prepared for the scream of pain that tore from the young girls throat. Her father paused, but not because he cared. His eyes were closed in what could only be explained as rapture. Even as he began to force himself violently into her the look never left his face. Her sobs became louder and Zarek could almost smell that blood that would stain the stones for as long as they stood.
The pharaoh had no problems enjoying the body beneath him. He didn’t slow in his movements even when her loud sobbing had ebbed to silent tears. He grunted and groaned against her like an animal.
And Zarek, who had witnessed and done some awful things was disgusted. His eyes were narrowed on the mans face. For a moment the man stopped body tensed before he thrusted once more into her before shuddering his release. He pulled from her and stood, looking down at her like she was trash. Isis rolled to her side, never noticing when her father called for his guards and had her dragged from the room.
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The scene began to change again and Zarek felt Isis shaking at his side. He didn’t exactly feel sympathy for her, it just wasn’t in his character, but he did feel anger for her. An uncontrollable rage to kill the man who had just violated a child who had done no wrong. The next memory featured the 15 year old version of Isis. This woman, because that’s what she had become, was cold and spoke to no one who came near her. An older woman stood at her side running a brush through her dark hair.
“My child, you are going to become a woman today.” she said softly offering a motherly smile to her and Isis sneered at the woman.
“I have lived sixteen years. That is all. I am lucky to have survived that long. There is nothing special about that.” her stood violently knocking her seat over. She stalked away from the other woman whose eyes were filled with tears for her daughter.
Zarek pulled Isis following the other as she walked into the gathering darkness to the river, which Zarek had identified as the Nile. The memory Isis did nothing and the Isis by his side finally stepped away from him,
“You… were not meant to see that. I could not control the focus of the memories this time. This is the night as was put into service as a priestess of the goddess Isis. It had been planned since my birth. I didn’t know if… he would even allow it. But by this time he had forgotten that I existed.” she said in a calm voice he knew she did not feel. “This is also when I gained my first gift.” she tilted her head as the scene seemed to move in fast-forward till they were standing among the other priests and priestess in the temple of Isis.
They were chanting ancient rites and Isis never moved from her kneeled position. When the head priest stood before her and placed the symbol of the goddess Isis on her forehead she screamed causing all around to step back in shock. The symbol, though removed, glowed against her forehead and though the screaming stopped her body was shaking and her eyes were looking far off. She collapsed a moment later and the priests drew closer.
“I was granted the sight.” she explained as the priests began whispering among themselves. “It didn’t happen often. But it signaled a priest or priestess with great powers and a true chosen one. It was my gift. This was the night that I saw him for the first time. Though he never saw me.” she closed her eyes and the scene closed leading to yet another.
Isis dressed as Zarek had first saw her, was walking down a busy marketplace just as dusk had passed into the first moments of night. She browsed the shops, the keepers offering her items in exchange for a prayer for them. She never accepted but did offer an intervention to the goddess. The cold woman had faded and left behind was a woman focused only on her duties as a priestess. Her past no longer mattered, but it would haunt her.
She had just walked passed a shop when someone caught her attention ahead. He was dressed oddly and drew many glances from men and women. Dark hair and eerie eyes. A deadly grace and beauty beyond compare.
“Acheron!” Zarek hissed and Isis nodded.
“I had seen him in my first vision. I knew he would be important to my future. But I knew not how or why.” she raised her finger to her lips and Zarek simply watched.
Isis who had recognized him had stopped moving staring in complete wonder at the man who seemed to take no notice of anyone around him. She didn’t move as he walked past her and she was disappointed when he didn’t even glance her way. Perhaps she had been wrong? The confusion was clear on her face but the man paused after a few steps, but by then she was walking again.
She only paused when a man with blonde hair stepped in front of her. It was rare to see any coloring of that type and she was intrigued by him. He too was beautiful. He gently took her hand leading her away from the crowd that was quickly thinning in preparation for the end of another day.
She was totally trusting of the man and held no fear until he turned and forced her against a sandstone building. Her eyes widened as he smiled a wicked smile revealing the fangs. She seemed frozen in time remembering her sisters death. This man was responsible. She fought against him even as effortlessly held her in place his head bending closer to her neck. She felt the sharp teeth scratch over her skin and began to panic. She was helpless again.
She would give in here too. She was unable to protect herself. Worthless. She felt the man draw back and curse. His hands released her and she turned her head to follow the mans gaze. There he was again, the deadly grace moving towards them. In his hand was a staff. She crouched as the man leaped at the other. She didn’t even know what had happened it was over before she could even blink. But she had seen all she needed to see. This man, whoever he was had saved her life. He stared down at her before offering her his hand. She reluctantly took it and stood. She was so transfixed that she almost forgot to thank him before he began to walk away.
“Wait!” he stopped and turned back towards her, there was amusement in his eyes. She froze again before shaking herself from it and bowing to him. “I am truly in your debt. I am Isis priestess of the goddess Isis.” the man seemed to find that funny.
“Isis the priestess of Isis? You are named after your goddess?” she seemed confused by his humor.
“It is an honor to be named after a goddess.” he merely shrugged and began to walk off again. “Wait there must be a way to repay my debt…” she spoke quickly realizing too late she knew nothing about this man. Only that he would somehow influence her future.
“You will in time.” This time she let him go staring in mute confusion was he disappeared into the darkness.

And so I officially hate myself for doing that to my fictional character that I created out of my mind. I didn't mean for it to happen but... it did. Thusly the warning at the top and the appology here. Umm yeah I don't have anything to say for myself. And I offended well i'm sorry about that too. Some things apparently needed to be written. So this isn't the end of Isis' memory lane. Two possibly three more memories to go. I ended it where I did due to the length of the chapter already. So... yeah.
Umm the next chapter (if I have anyone reading this after that stunt up there. It wasn't written well but it was still.. horrible) might be a while due to finals next week. And I will be spending the next couple of days studying for my Juvenile Delinquency final. (if he ever gets the study guide up -.- )And then moving out of the dorms and heading home. I'll have internet but well... not good internet. Hoping that soon after I get home i'll have som good old wireless that will make me and my lappy top very happy. Which means chapters coming out. Cause I won't have to study for anything and only have work to contend with ^^. So yup thats about it. So please REVIEW!
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