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These pages were last updated: August 15, 1998
ŠAugust 1998
URL: ../../STO/hell/hell42.htmlThe following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
Several candlemarks later an astonished Izacon was standing outside, huddled under a large multicolored umbrella, waiting for Hope. "This is Not going to work," Gabrielle muttered over the warrior's head. "I can't believe we're doing this." She wasn't completely cold, but she felt frigid wetness dribble down her back. It enhanced the uncomfortable sense of doom she felt. The gold ring around her irises was almost, but not completely gone and that worried her. One would think, given how amorous, how delicious Xena's loving had been, that Gabrielle would be completely satiated. Instead, she felt as if she were human again, quivering under a Tartaran's sensual spell, only this time, it was Xena. The sensation shattered Gabrielle's internal image of self control.
The proof was in the fact she was standing out here waiting for her *daughter.* "She almost almost killed your son, if you recall." If Gabrielle hadn't gone in to check on the children....Izacon shivered at the possibilities the thought conjured up. She was suddenly grateful for whatever prick of intuition had grabbed her prophetic heart...Sometimes it was good to know the future, even if it hurt. She'd walked in to find Hope trying to strangle Solan, and had struck the mentally occupied child from behind with her staff. It had been an unintentionally lethal and damning blow, killing her daughter, saving the young son of Xena, but condemning herself to Tartarus. If only she'd been honest with Xena in the first place, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But regrets were for the past. Xena was here now and in an odd twist of the fates, soon Hope would be also, to act as servant and ..technically speaking..consort. She supposed she could have said something to stop this, but the idea had been so ludicrous that she'd thought Xena was kidding.
Apparently not.
Gabrielle looked down on the warrior's hair, noting the shimmering texture. Her hand lifted of its own accord and she began to pet the warrior's scalp. Xena grunted an indecipherable response that sounded suspiciously like, "greater good."
She couldn't have said what Gabrielle *thought* she said. "Xena, how is this. . ."
The azure eyed woman turned and shushed the Tartaran. She nodded discreetly to the side. Gabrielle's expression changed, hardened and Izacon was suddenly looking at the warrior. Xena gazed at the Tartaran for a moment, letting the changes register in her head and filing that information away. Then she turned to greet the newest member of the tribe.
Izacon watched as if she didn't care whether she were present or not. Krafstar noted the hard boredom in her expression and looked to Xena. The warrior nodded at him. Her lips curled sensuously. The dealer bowed and pushed Hope forward.
The young woman's green eyes flashed angrily and her honey colored hair glimmered redly. She rasped out her greeting, however, with appropriate decorum, addressing both Xena and Izacon, "My father is pleased to join with your house." She bowed under the umbrella held up by Krafstar. The green silk of her gown showed off the sleek power of her body. She looked exactly like her mother. No one seemed to notice.
Xena strode towards Krafstar. She barely looked at Hope. "Well, since the Father isn't here, I'd hardly say *he's* joining our house. But our alliance," she nodded at the Tartaran spy, "will be honored." She held her hand out and Krafstar passed the warrior the key. "Tell Dahok, that," this time Xena's lips lifted sardonically, "we'll take good care of his little girl."
Krafstar nodded, and gave her an oily smile. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it."
Xena waved the long key meaningfully. Her eyebrow arched, "We'll meet you there."
The almost Tartaran bowed, then turned to Hope. Dahok's daughter smirked unhappily in his direction then looked away, turning her attention to the tall red Tartaran who watched her with hooded goldtinted eyes. Hope straightened her shoulders and was about to smile seductively when the Tartaran moved away.
The next thing she knew, the doublehorned demon towered over her. Izzy's hand was hot against the young woman's shoulder as she pushed Hope forward into the wet and towards the inn. "Get inside," The legendary Tartaran said roughly. Hope heard the comment from behind, "You'd think he'd have sent her in something practical." The rain was very cold against the half Tartaran's skin.
Xena's sultry voice carried despite the rain, "Izzy, he was just trying to impress you."
"Oh, he's made an impression alright...." Hope missed the rest of the comment as she sloshed past the door and stepped in front of the growling, antagonistic daggite. She halted abruptly. Her face took on a hunted expression. She tried to move, but the creature paced her and wouldn't let her forward. It was impervious to her mental manipulations, or so it seemed. She noted that there was a seated blue Amazon watching her with cold appreciation. The trihorned Tartaran lifted her cup lazily to her lips and drank with almost casual indifference. The other two Amazons, human, stood up. The dark one paced towards her, an intent look upon her face.
Hope felt the warmth of a presence behind her. The young woman looked up into the frigidly stern, slightly tumescent gaze of the Tartaran she'd been bequeathed to and shivered. Xena stepped up from the other side. The daggite quit growling at a given hand signal from Izacon. "Don't try anything funny," the warrior hissed into Hope's ear, "or I'll sick Tok on ya." Hope lifted her head regally, and hid the gulp.
"Chief Melosa," Izzy said, "may I introduce the newest member of our tribe." Hope was startled and looked at the Amazon. Tribe? But Izzy wasn't in charge? She looked at the Tartaran, who wasn't paying any attention to her. Hope had the sudden realization that maybe things might not go as her father planned.
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