The Greatest Gift Part Seven
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The Greatest Gift
A Voltron Adaptation by MoiraOriginal story by Philip Van Doren Stern
Story adaptation for the big screen by Frank Capra
Further adapted by me, borrowing from both the authors’ classic tails.
This is a stand alone tale, not pertaining to any other story I have done.Legal Stuff
Voltron, Defender of the Universe and its characters property of World Events Productions, Ltd. ‘The Greatest Gift’ originally written by Philip Van Doren Stern. Story adapted for the big screen by Frank Capra.
This story is for entertainment purposes only. Original characters and storyline are property of the author, please do not use, reproduce, or repost without permission.Rating NC17
The NC17 rating due to sexual situations, violence, drug use, and strong language.
So, if you don’t care for that kind of stuff, stop now! You’ve been warned.
And yes, even with all that, is really is a Christmas tale.So, if you dare, grab a fresh box of Kleenex, a cup of cider, dim the lights, and dive in.
The Greatest Gift
A Voltron Christmas Tale
Part Seven
Meeting the QueenAfter being given a chance to clean up, Keith and Al are led back into the main castle by two scantily clad servants. Keith soon realizes where they are going, they are heading to the dining hall, but when the doors open there is nothing familiar about it. The room is dimly lit. Every wall is draped in rich fabrics and the floor is covered with skins and rugs. The table and chairs are gone now and the center of the room is open, but around the perimeter there are various sofas, overstuffed chairs, and large floor pillows. Most of the people in the room seeming to prefer the floor. As for the occupants themselves, they are a mixture of races. Lotor’s allies, or ones wishing to become so, Keith assumes. Each is being attended to in variety of ways by various female slaves. Keith and Al are led up to a dias where they find King Lotor sitting on a large pillow with a blond slave girl massaging his shoulders for him.
“Gentlemen, so glad you came, please.” Lotor gestures to some pillows at his side. When they sit they are immediately descended upon by Lotor’s servants bringing them drink food and offers of anything else they desire. And judging by what Keith sees some of the people in the room engaged in, they truly mean anything. Keith brushes away their attempts at companionship and instead he goes about cleaning his sword from the morning fighting as he occasionally takes bites of food. Lotor and Keith engage in small talk about swords and fighting techniques, Keith needing reminding himself less and less that the man is his enemy.
When Yurak finally enters the room, all eyes turn to him. He is walking with an obvious limp and his wrist and face are bandaged. He approaches his king to find his usual spot occupied. He shoots Keith a look that promises unfinished business and moves to a seat off to the side. Keith has to muffle his laughter as he watches Yurak futilely trying to sit upon his bruised rear end, finally leaning on his side. Yurak is then quickly descended upon by several slaves, catering to his every whim.
“So tell me Lord Paladin.” Lotor calls Keith’s attention back to him “What do you honestly think of my warriors?”
Keith looks at Lotor, unsure of what to say, then he hears Al in his head ‘Remember your part, be Lotor.’ Keith smiles. “All brawn, no brain. If that’s all you’ve got, I’d say this is a pretty pathetic place to be ruler of.”
Lotor’s face falls flat for a moment but he soon smiles and then laughs heartily. “Well said, my friend. That is something my wife has been trying to tell me for years.”
Now it is Keith’s face that falls flat. How could he have forgotten? Oh god no! Allura! Lotor married Allura! Those repulsive images start to fill his mind again.
“She will be here soon. After your little show this morning she truly wants to meet you.”
Keith manages to hide his panic well. Taking a swig of wine to ease his mind. Soon she’ll be here… soon, what will he do then? Al, sitting beside him, remains uncharacteristically quiet.
Lotor smiles with a wide grin. “You’ll have to excuse her if she has a bit of a temper. Her hormones are completely off the charts. I can’t wait until our child is born and things get back to normal.”
Keith looks up at Lotor stunned. A baby?
Lotor flinches slightly. “I’m sorry Lord Paladin, You just seem more of an equal, like a brother. I didn’t mean to be so casual.”
Keith freezes in shock, your brother? Lotor? He feels a sharp kick to his back snapping him back to the present. ”Oh…I am honored that you would call me brother.” Damn you Al.
Lotor turns towards the door and smiles. “Ah, there she is.”
The room all stands to greet the queen. Keith stands too but is afraid to turn and face her, to see her face, the face of his love. He feels a prod to his back again and reluctantly turns his head, his eyes landing on the Queen of Arus. What the? Keith freezes stunned at the sight of her, Merla? How? But I felt her! I felt Allura.
Queen Merla approaches with one hand on her ripe belly. She moves to stand before Keith who intuitively bows before her. She reaches out a hand to lift up his chin forcing him to meet her eyes. “Nice, very nice…Tell me my husband are you going to share?” She runs a flinger along Keith’s stubbly jaw.
“Anything you wish, my Queen.” Lotor coos from behind her, but rolls his eyes at Keith. “And how are you two doing today he runs a hand up around from behind her caressing his child within.
Keith’s mind is reeling. This is Lotor? Where is Ally? What the heck happened? And as if he read his mind Al comes up behind Keith and whispers. “Simple, you were never born.”
Lotor, Merla, Keith, and Al dine together at a low table that is brought to them. Al’s plan worked and they truly have been accepted into Lotor’s inner circle. They dine and talk for several hours and Keith tries to find out some of what happened without much success, but one thing Merla said is sticking in his mind - Lotor has never been defeated. Never?The drinks are flowing and the food is exquisite and Keith actually finds himself guilty of actually enjoying himself. The booze clouding his mind enough that he concentrates mostly on what’s in front of him and not on his grief.
The doors again open and Lotor’s elite warriors start to file in, each addressing the King and Queen before finding their seats, all eyeing Keith and Al curiously having heard of what happened in the arena. The last man in, a Drule warrior, stops to speak. “Majesty the uprising on Caspia has been dealt with. We shouldn’t have that problem again any time soon.”
Lotor nods to the man and he turns finding his place.
Keith turns to Al to ask him what he knows about Caspia but Al, who has up until then seem so relaxed, now seems on edge and fidgety. “Al? Are you alright?”
Al seems to startle slightly at Keith’s voice. “Fine, my Lord. If you don’t mind though, I would like to retire, with your permission of course.”
Keith eyes him curiously. “Yes by all means.” Keith smiles, his mind now way too foggy with drink to dwell on it. Merla gestures to some servants to show him to a room. Al bows gracefully and then takes his leave.
Just as Al leaves the room an entourage of a dozen or so exquisitely beautiful women begin filing in all dressed richly, but scantily. They move to a side area separated from the rest by a very sheer black cloth. So sheer that it is almost nonexistent but the barrier is obviously there. Lotor’s harem, Keith assumes and turns back to the door. Keith’s stomach instantly hits the floor for the next person to enter the room is Allura. He is instantly transfixed. She is dressed in a very sheer flowing shift of a dress and not much else. Her hair in loose about her head and there is no sign of a crown. He just stares and as soon as she sees him she is staring right back unable to move herself. Ally! Keith cries inwardly for her but the woman he sees, just as Al had said, is not his Allura. This woman, however breathtakingly beautiful, is a hollow shell, no spirit radiating from her. A gaunt, empty beauty. Ally, what happened to you, Ally? And then that stupid voice of Al’s chimes in his head again, ‘Simple, you were never born,’ snapping Keith out of his daze and his eyes off of her.
“So your like blonds do you?” Lotor asks.
“I…”
“Yes, that one is something special.”
Allura now free from Keith’s attention, moves to sit behind the screen.
Keith tracks her movements in his peripheral vision afraid to look directly upon her again. So she’s his slave, not his wife? But how did that…?
Lotor sips his drink. “Yes, she is a beauty I must say, but the beauty hides much.”
Merla playfully hits Lotor. “This fool almost married her if you can believe that. Luckily he woke up.”
Keith can’t believe his ears and his mind just wants to switch off. Too many thoughts and too much wine have left him in a perpetual blur, a blur he his now happy to revel in, not wanting to think about anything anymore. The room around him is beginning to grow more randy and he pushes away more advances. His eyes, in spite of his will, keep seeking out Allura who remains quiet, sitting off to the side behind the screen.
Merla stands to leave her husband to his fun. She walks over to Keith, running her hand over his jaw. “You are impressive.” She eyes him seductively.
Keith quickly looks away avoiding Merla’s gaze, his eyes instead again finding Allura, who has been apparently also watching him. Their eyes again lock across the room. Yes, it is Allura. Those are Allura’s eyes. My god Ally what happened?
Merla laughs. “Yes Husband, he does seem to suffer from your same weakness. Poor man. Well, if you change your mind.“ She runs her hands into Keith’s hair then swaggers away.
Keith has seen all he can bear to. “Your Majesty… I wish to retire.”
“Yes.” Lotor smiles up from the pile of women swarming around him. “You must be exhausted.” Lotor snaps his fingers and a barely dressed slave girl with long flowing black hair approaches. “Show him to the royal guest suite.”
The woman turns to face him. “Follow me, my Lord.”
Keith’s jaw hits the floor. L…Lisa?
Keith follows her out of the room and down the hall. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t even here. How? “What’s your name?”“My lord?”
“Your name? What’s your name?”
’“What do you wish it to be?”
Wha… Lisa’s a slave girl? “Please, tell me what was your name before you lived here?”
“Lisa.” She whispers.
“You, you were a pilot?”
She stops and turns to look at him. “Do I know you?”
“No…” Keith stumbles. “I… I just heard rumors.”
She resumes walking. “People talk to much.”
Keith falls in behind her. “Please tell me what happened how did Arus fall?”
She doesn’t answer.
They stop at a large door Keith eyes go wide in the realization of where he is. He reaches out to touch the door. “This is the Princess’ room.”
“How do you? How would you know that? I’ve never seen you before and I’ve been here since before this castle was resurrected.”
“You?” Keith turns to Lisa in surprise. “You have?”
Lisa opens the door and walks in as Keith tentatively follows. The room is eerily familiar to Keith. It is Allura’s old room, but lavishly decorated in the same gaudy manner as the other rooms he has been in. Rich fabrics are everywhere. Her bed has been replaced by an elaborately carved one with a huge canopy overhead, also richly draped in fabrics.
“Lisa?” Keith turns to her. “What about the Explorer?”
“The Explorer?” She looks at him quizzically.
“Yes, the other Voltron team.”
“Other team?” She laughs. “There’s only one Voltron. Well, there was only one.”
Keith grabs her arms. “But Space Marshal Graham, he created another team and…”
“Space Marshal who?” She looks completely puzzled.
“Graham.”
She pulls free of his grasp. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“What about Jeff?”
“Jeff who?”
“Jeff, Lisa… Jeff!”
Al then enters the room a huge smile on his face drawing Keith and Lisa’s attention. “Oh here you are, my Lord.”
Lisa bows before Keith. “Do you need anything else, my Lord?”
“Uh, no. Thank you, Lisa.”
“Please, don’t call me that. I…I…”She flusters but then rights herself remembering her place.
“I’m sorry.” Keith bows his head.
Al shoves Keith, shooting him a nasty look. “My Lord will be needing a computer terminal and a bottle of your best wine. He has business to take care of!”
Lisa bows. “Right away, my Lord.” She turns and hurriedly leaves the room.
“You’re forgetting your role… my Lord, remember the walls have eyes. Don’t get soft. No matter who you meet.”
“What’s wrong with Lisa? She and Jeff have been seeing each other for years. Why wouldn’t she know him or Graham for that matter?”
“Keith, think back. Where would Graham and Jeff be today if you weren’t there all those years ago?”
“I don’t understand?”
“Think back. When you were nine, what happened? Remember, when Graham’s son died?”
“Huh? Wait, you mean the ammo?”
“Yes Keith, you weren’t there to stop it from being delivered. Live ammo was used on the training range. The very training range Jeff was practicing at. Jeff was killed that day and Graham…He was arrested and sent to prison. Vehicle Voltron never came about because Graham was not there to make it happen. Lisa never met Jeff.”
“Wait a minute! Your saying Vehicle Voltron doesn’t exist because I didn’t exist?”
“Exactly!”
“Bullshit!” Keith turns away.
“Ah, but, it is the truth.” Al walks up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Keith visibly sighs. “Al, what happened to Allura?”
“That I’ll let you sort out on your own, son.” Two slaves enter, Lisa is not with them. One is carrying a computer terminal, the other is pushing a cart full of appetizers and three bottles of wine. They set them down. “That will be all.” Al barks and they hurriedly leave. Al moves to face Keith. “I’ll let you be. You have a lot to discover about this world.” He gestures to the computer. “You do know how to read Drule don’t you?”
Keith nods slightly.
“Goodnight my Lord. Remember your role.”
“My King.” Merla enters the royal chambers and saunters up to King Lotor, who is undressing for the night. “That human, quite interesting isn’t he?” She purrs.“Yes, quite.” He turns to her. “I think I will have him go hunting with me tomorrow. He intrigues me.”
She runs a finger along his bare chest. “He would be a good asset to your military. If he could train your armies to fight like that. Well… you would be unstoppable!”
Lotor bellows with laughter. “I’m already unstoppable! …But, I do see your point. His skills are great and would be useful.”
She smiles up at him. “We should send him something to show our good will.”
He looks down at her curiously. “What then? He didn’t seem interested in any of the slaves.”
“Oh?” Merla smiles as her finger traces circles on his chest. She then reaches out with her mind and mentally suggests. <Well, there was one. >
Lotor looks up searching the ceiling for a moment. “Well, there was one.”
<Princess Allura. >
He looks at Merla again. “He did have an eye for Princess Allura.”
“Really?” Merla feigns surprise. “Oh yes, he did, didn’t he?” <Yes, sending him your special prize would show true respect. >
“Yes.” Lotor nods. “Merla, have her sent to him. And make sure that wench performs well.”
“Lotor, are you sure? You just met him?”
“Don’t dare question me, woman! Now go!”
< Excellent Idea. And it will be punishment for her to boot. >
“Yes that little witch needs to be put in line. She has been growing bold as of late. Time to show her her place again.” He goes to his large desk and punches up a view screen. A view of Allura’s small and mostly bare room comes into view. She is in her usual spot, just standing at the window looking out at nothing in particular. “There you are you little witch. Are you ready to have some fun tonight?”
Allura stands looking out. The sun has long descended and the stars are twinkling at her. She thinks back on how it used to be and tries to picture it in her mind. It would be almost Christmas and the beautiful forest would be covered in snow. But there is no forest anymore, no snow either, just a vast expanse of desolation and concrete.
The one woman whom Lotor allows free access to Allura’s room approaches. She seems older then her true years, thin and hunched over, one arm hanging uselessly at her side, her face tired from years of worry for her princess. She moves in wrapping Allura in a blanket. “Princess are you alright? You seem so lost tonight?”
“Sorry Nanny I… “ Allura takes a breath. “You know it’s almost Christmas?”
“Yes, I know. Your mother loved Christmas. Remember how beautiful the castle was?” Nanny wraps her good arm around Allura.
Allura smiles at the comforting memory. “Yes it was beautiful.” Allura stares off again for a long while unable to get the image of the dark haired stranger out of her mind. “Nanny did you see the offworlders?”
Nanny smiles hugging Allura tighter. “No, but everyone is talking about them. Both amazing fighters I was told, maybe even as good as Lotor himself.”
“Shhh, Nanny.” Allura whispers. “You shouldn’t say such things.”
The door to Allura’s room suddenly swishes open and the two turn to find Queen Merla staring back at them. “Come, little princess. The king wishes for you to entertain tonight.”
Allura walks slowly towards the queen, leaving Nanny behind holding the blanket. Allura has long ago given up on protest. It never got her anything but a beating, either for her or for one of her subjects. This is her life now. She is Lotor’s play toy, to be used and loaned out however he chooses. She pauses at a cupboard and opens the door hiding herself slightly from Merla. She pulls on a silk cape and quickly grabs several vials of a blue liquid Nanny has stashed there for her. She quietly slips them into a small pocket inside the folds of the cape hiding them from Merla’s eyes. She closes the doors exchanging a last look to Nanny, and then follows Merla out the door.
Once in the hall Merla grabs Allura’s arm tight. “His Majesty wants you to do a good job tonight, little princess.” She hisses. “So you’d best be good or face my wrath!” She shakes Allura like a rag doll, pushing her back against the wall. “Come!”
“Yes, your majesty.” Allura meekly replies. Not knowing who or what manner of man or thing Lotor has in mind for her tonight. Nothing could surprise her, not anymore. Her hands finger the vials in her cape, double and triple checking that they are there. They reach the door, the door to her old room. The room Lotor saves only for his most important guests.
“Be a good now, little princess.” Merla smiles. “And do as you’re told.” She reaches out and grabs Allura by her stomach, near the scar she knows is there, pinching then twisting cruelly. Merla glowers at her a moment. Then, letting go, she storms off down the hall.
Allura knows Merla truly despises the fact that she is still alive. A constant reminder to her that she was Lotor’s second choice. She is also well aware that she is just waiting for the excuse to kill her. A fact that Merla doesn’t even try to hide.
Allura turns to the door pausing to pull out one of the small vials. She opens it carefully so as not to spill even a drop. Holding it up to her nose, she lets the smell wash over her. She can taste it already in the back of her throat. Her only salvation. She puts it to her lips and drinks it all at once letting the cool, numbing sensation wash down her throat and over her whole body. She closes her eyes and feels the first soothing effects of the blue liquid, knowing it will make her time in the room she is about to enter bearable at least physically, if not emotionally. When it wears off, the result will still be the same. By now she is so accustomed to servitude that even she sometimes forgets she has ever done anything else but serve Lotor and succumb to his every whim. She puts her hand on the door, the memories of when this room was hers come flooding back in spite of the drug. Hand shaking she reaches into the folds of the cape and brings out another vial opening it and downing the contents in desperation. Please just let the feeling come. Please… She drops her hand as the sensations intensify and her body responds. She is ready.
Keith sits at the computer trying to find any real information on what happened to bring about the fall of Arus. Oh how he wishes he studied his Drule script better. He cannot find any details, just fanciful glowing reports of Lotor’s mission to Arus and decisive victory on his first attack. It’s so far fetched it has to be propaganda. “Lotor won Arus on his first mission? Bah! I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it.” Al’s voice comes from behind him, making Keith jump.
“Don’t you ever knock?” Keith asks, shaking off the scare.
“Don’t need doors.” AL grins.
“Oh yeah, I forgot…angel…”
Al gestures to the computer screen. “Why can’t you believe Lotor won the day he first arrived on Arus?”
Keith turns to Al. “Lotor? The bumbling idiot that thwarted all his own plans because he was chasing after Allura? We talking bout the same Lotor?”
“Yes.”
Keith gets to his feet. “Impossible. I remember his first attack. He came and challenged one of the force for the planet and I…I…”
Al moves, standing directly in front of him. “You weren’t there. Captain Jamison took the challenge.”
Keith’s jaw hits the floor. “Who? No? Jamison? That hot-head was the commander? He was a good pilot, but a commander?”
“Top of his class.” Al grins.
“What!” Keith’s fists, and puts his hands to his hips in frustration. “No, he wasn’t! I was!”
Al, still smiling just shakes his head. “No, you were never…”
Keith’s hand shoot up raking into his hair. “Yeah, yeah. Never born. Well then Jeff was…”
“Jeff is dead. He died at age nine. How quickly you forget.”
“Ugh…“Keith starts to tug at his locks. “Well then Sven and Lance, they had the next highest scores.”
Al smiles again. “Do you really think they could have gotten those grades without having you and Jeff as roommates? Heck they barely graduated.”
Keith freezes. “What?”
“Remember? They were always in trouble, you two weren’t there to bail them out and cover their tracks. I think they are both piloting cargo ships now.”
“You’re kidding! ”Keith drops back into the chair in front of the computer clutching at his head staring at the screen for a moment as the gears turn wildly in his head. “So then, who were the pilots?”
“Pilots?” A soft, quivering feminine voice speaks out from behind him. “What pilots?”
Keith snaps around in his chair. Al is nowhere to be seen and before him stands a scantily clad Allura draped in a silken cape. His throat closes up and he gasps. He finally manages a single, strained word. ”You.”
Allura freezes at the sight of him. Her mouth quivers a bit trying to speak but only air comes out. Finally she manages her words. “My… master…” She takes a deep breath. “He has sent me… to… please you tonight.”
Keith shakes his head and blinks. “Your master, you mean…Lotor sent you?”
“Yes...”
Keith grabs his head and spins back around grabbing the computer for support and mutters. “Lotor sent her to me? What the… why would he…” He jumps and his whole body quivers at the sudden sensation of her hands now running into his hair. Oh god… He hears Al’s voice in his head. <Remember your part. The walls have eyes. >
“What did you want to know about pilots for, my Lord?” She looks over his shoulder at the screen in front of him and stops moving for the longest time. “Why does this interest you?” She resumes lightly massaging his scalp.<Remember your part.> Al reminds him again.
“Uh I… well I… I like to know the history of the planets I visit.” He ties to focus but finds it impossible as her fingers dance through his hair. Oh my god!
“Well maybe I can help you? Would that please you, my Lord?”
“Uh… yes. That would please me.” Keith turns to look at her. She pulls back slightly as his eyes meet hers. But he finds her eyes aren’t the ones he remembers. Instead they are glazed, lost and hollow, the life beaten out of them. She appears more as a robot to him than a human. Keith has to fight off the urge to pull her into his arms in a protective embrace and never let go. She’s not your Allura, Keith… not your Allura. “How…how did Arus fall?”
“I am not supposed to speak of it.”
“Please. Tell me.”
He sees her eyes glimmer with life for a moment but it is gone in an instant. She drops her eyes to the floor. ”Lotor attacked, he split up the Voltron force killing the commander in a duel. Then with us unable to form Voltron, Yurak destroyed the lions when he was a Robeast. We had no choice but to surrender.”
“So, Yurak the Robeast destroyed the Lions? What happened the rest of the pilots? You survived, did they?”
“What do you mean, my Lord? I was never a pilot. I was…I was…” She starts to shift a bit.
“What? But you flew the Blue Lion.” She starts to laugh, giggling at him, but it is not the same infectious giggle of his Allura. No, this giggle is laced with sadness. He cocks his head. “What’s so funny?”
“I was the ruler of this world before Lotor attacked. Princesses are not pilots.” Her response sounding almost robotic.
Princesses aren’t pilots? Hell, this definitely isn’t his Allura. His Allura would kill anyone who told her she couldn’t fly. “You never flew?”
She looks at him in utter bewilderment. “No, my Lord.” She breathes out. “I was the Princess.” She moves in closer to standing in between his legs. She runs a hand up into his hair. “You are a strange man. So many questions, do I not please you?”
Keith’s head is instantly swimming. The image of the woman he loves is standing before him, offering herself to him. Yet, it’s not her, not Allura. It’s like her spirit is dead, a hollow image.
“My lord?” She brings one knee tentatively up on the chair followed then the by the other to straddle him. She strokes his face and hair, her fingers playing with his lips. “What do you wish of me, my Lord?”
Keith’s body, defying his commands, jumps to life. In spite of what his brain says, his eyes see Allura, his nose smells Allura, and his skin, his skin…Oh no…He snaps too, grabbing her wrists in his, pulling them down to her lap. “Ally…please, can we just talk?”
Allura starts, her eyes wide in shock. “How…how do you…How do you know my nickname?”
Keith stammers a bit. Oh that was smart! “Well, I just assumed…I mean your name is Allura isn’t it?”
She drops her eyes. “Yes, it’s just no one has called me that in years…I…”
“I apologize, Princess.”
“Please don’t call me that.” She whispers, pulling her hands free and crossing her arms in front of her. Then, as if suddenly remembering herself, she drops her head. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Call me what you wish.” She reaches into her cape producing a vial and lifts it up between them, giggling slightly.
“What’s that?” Keith eyes the vial curiously.
She smiles shyly. “This, my Lord? This will make you feel good. This is Asad, or.” She smiles. “Blue.” She opens the bottle and holds it under her nose, breathing in the scent.”
“Blue? What’s Blue?”
She giggles as she lifts it to his nose. “My Lord you are funny. Here let me show you.”
Before he can realize what she’s doing, her finger has parted his lips and she has poured the liquid into his mouth. It numbs everything it touches, blazing a cool tingling trail to his throat down to the pit of his stomach and beyond. He instantly feels a rush reminiscent of free fall, and his eyes drift shut as the sensation washes over him.
She giggles again, running her finger around his tingling lips. “Isn’t that better, my Lord?” His eyes drift open just as she wipes a drip of the liquid from the corner of his mouth, taking it and wiping her own lips with it, her tongue coming out to get a taste. “Hmmmm.” She smiles down at him. “What is your name, my Lord?”
Keith is on the brink of loosing all control. He knows it has been a miracle of his will that he hasn’t given in to his desires for her. Hell, he would almost take her sober, and with all he’s drunk it is so easy to forget why he hasn’t. Now with the added effect of whatever the hell she just gave him, his will is all but shattered. “My name?” He softly exhales his lips raising up to hers. “It’s Keith.”
“Keith.” She almost purrs it as her finger traces his tingling lips. “I like that name, Keith… Would you like me to call you that?” She kisses him lightly, tasting the liquid around his mouth.
Hmmmmm, You can call me whatever you…Crap! Keith snaps to. “NO!”
She flinches, suddenly afraid and meekly recoils. “My apologies, my Lord.” She fumbles for another vial in her cape, pulling it free and uncapping it, she starts to lift it to her lips.
“Stop!” Keith grabs her hand. “Please, don’t.” She looks anywhere but at him holding onto the vial tightly. “Allura please. I’m sorry I yelled.” She suddenly looks at him with those eyes that are hers but are not hers. “Allura? I really would like to know you… “ He takes the vial from her hand. “You, not this.” He tosses it aside. “Please.”
Her eyes track the vial as it smashes onto the floor spilling its contents. She starts to tremble a look of sheer terror washing over her. Keith instinctively reaches for her and pulls her tight into his arms. “Shhh, It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you…I…” He starts to rock with her as he feels her whole body quaking with fear. “Shhhh, I promise, I give you my word.” Her body slowly relaxes, but not completely. He pulls back to look at her. “I just want to talk with you. Okay?”
She still has the look of terror about her. “Just talk? But…I am sent to please you.”
“I just want to talk.”
“But…”
“But what?”
“I…They…” she starts to look around fearfully.
“What… Allura what is it?”
“If they find out that I…no…no…Please, my Lord. I will do anything you ask. Please. I must please you.” She is shaking, her hand seeking her cape, fumbling around in it yet again.
Keith grabs her arms. “Stop!” He yells, the bite to his voice breaking through her panic. “What, what?”
She shrinks back, her voice is just a whisper. “They will punish me.”
“Punish you!” Keith’s eyes finally look at her closely, something he had not dared do before. How did he not see it? Through her sheer clothing he can now see scars, many scars, all over her. He runs his hand down her back and it’s the same. Scar upon scar. On her belly he can see a huge deep scar, through the sheer cloth of her dress. He pulls her arm out straight, seeing many a lash. Her wrist is wrapped in cloth. He reaches over with his other hand to pull the cloth away. She tries to pull her arm free but he holds tight and she soon gives up the fight. What he finds when he bares her wrist makes him physically ill. Deep scars, no doubt self inflicted. He looks at the other one which is bound in the same manner. “Ally?” he whispers. “I…Oh Ally…” he pulls her to him again.
Her body finally goes limp against him as he holds her and rocks her in his arms. She begins to sob uncontrollably soon grabbing at him for support. He pulls her closer and that is the way they remain for a long while. Eventually she calms and pulls back, wiping her face with her hands. “I…” She stiffens up a bit. ”I am sorry, my Lord. I will take my leave.” She shifts to get up.
“No.” he grabs her arm. “Please…stay. You did say you were sent to please me?” A look of fear washes over her yet again. Keith lets a slight smile escape his lips. “You can tell me about your planet. How it used to be before Lotor…” He smirks. “That would please me.”
She looks at him in utter disbelief, still sniffling a bit. “That’s all?”
“Is there is something else you would rather talk about?” He smiles.
“Who are you?”
“What?” Keith’s brow furrows.
She manages a hint of a smile and shakes her head in total disbelief but soon her smile fades. “But when they check on me…”
“They do that?” He shakes his head, a devilish grin coming to his lips. “Well, let’s give them something to see, shall we?” He pulls her to him again and stands up swooping her up into his arms. He is momentarily taken aback by the slightness of her. She barely weighs a thing. The Allura he knew, while she looked outwardly delicate, was solidly built her strong muscles built from tireless training were hidden within. But this woman, this Allura weighs nothing, just skin and bone.
Allura tries desperately to break free but can’t, quickly tiring from the effort. Keith purposely knocks over several small tables as he carries her over to the canopy bed and tosses her upon it, climbing in himself. He pulls the canopy hanging around it closed, sealing them both inside. Allura looks like a frightened animal, unsure of what to do again reaching for her vials. But somehow he has managed to strip the cape from her, her hand still seeking what isn’t there. Keith reaches out to her and takes her hand in his holding it still as he lies down on his side. “So tell me about your planet, Allura.”
End of Part Seven
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