wince

Evan glanced quickly around, his prying eyes studying the face of each and every person in the crowd, as he sipped his wine. This was simply a ground breaking ceremony for Jack Johnson's new blood draining, mind numbing company. In Evan's eyes, exactly what Jack didn't need was another buiness to rub in everyone's face. Evan sipped once more, when he noticed her looking at him. Samara. The one.
She was strong. She was known around the planet for her necromancy. Many feared her, many envied her. And her well known rivalry with the Prince's son, Cain, intrigued Evan. He waved a short, charming wave at her. She stared right back, and her sophisticated, unconquered body turned away. "Cold," He whispered, walking over to the Prince's side. "Like the festivities?" He shrugged and sipped his own wine. "I would like for Jack Johnson not to force us to come to these ridiculous ceremonies...I would much rather be worrying about my son." Evan eyed Samara, as she looked back at him. Evan smiled, "Cain couldn't make it?"
"I havent seen him in a week or so. I have a feeling I won't wake up one morning."
"Oh, do not say such things." Evan watched as Jack cut the ribbon to the building and a small applause followed. The people scattered and the Prince turned to Evan. "Watch him, my friend. I do not know what he's planning." Samara was at Evan's side, curtsying for the Prince. "My Lord," Her kind, low voice spoke, cutting into Evan's soul. The Prince smiled.
"The pleasure's all mine, Samara. You seem to have developed quite a reputation for yourself, you know."
"Unintentional, i assure you." She answered, turning to Evan. "I must speak with you." She said. He could see something in her eyes. Evan nodded, bowing to the Prince and walked away with Samara. The crowd was gone then, and the leaves blew around thier feet as the completly exited from the scene. Samara lead him down an old abandoned road, twisting into a tiny spit of forest off of the shore of the lake where the ceremony had taken place next to. She stopped suddenly and turned to him. "I'm in trouble." She simply said. Evan blinked a few times and glanced around. The trees were absolutly breath-taking. The wind blew the leaves around his face, and for a moment, Samara seemed to dispear. An old necromancer parlor trick. He sighed,
"How could you be in trouble?I think anyone who tangles with you is in huge trouble, my dear Sam." He said, taking a seat on the ground under a tree with tiny pink leaves that fell gracefully on his tuxedo. He looked at her from his seat. She was wrapped in a gothic black shawl that covered a very skimpy outfit, and she held her cane by her side. A cane meant, of course, not for walking, but for her spell casting. She was delictable, no question, but never had she shown affection for a man. A temptress, some called her, but Evan knew better. He teased her instead. She looked at him with her sharp silver eyes. "I really, truely am, my friend. I come to you in need, do not deny me aid."
"I would never," Evan answered, his voice more serious than before. He glanced up, "Who is hurting you."
"No one...but myself." She said, deciding finally to sit by him. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Cain is becoming strong. He will defeat me. And besides that, a necromancer can only keep thier bodies for so long, before they...become a Grim." She laid back, shutting her eyes. "Everyday I wake up and feel a little...darker. I feel myself losing this battle." Evan stared forward. He was a human. No special powers...no special abilities...What could he do to help her. He stood, brushing himself off. "Cain is a powerful sorcerer. But you are more powerful. You've defeated seas of men. You've defeated kings, Samara. Don't lose faith in yourself." Evan said, turning to the road. "We need you during this time of war and turmoil. The side of evil is getting stronger."
"Our stalemate will not last forever." Samara answered, leaning on her stomach and laying her cane down. "He will come."
"Yes he will, Sam. That's why we need you." Evan left down the path, leaving her there.
A kingdom teetering on the brink of utter internal destruction. A mutiny had murdered a king, and Samara had been summoned to protect the Prince and Jack Johnson's kingdom. She stood, feeling her blood boiling at the sound of an outsider entering the kingdom. She raised her arm and felt a rush, seeing her mutant minions rise up out of the ground. Cain was a powerful sorcerer, eh? She fell over in pain as more minions rose. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gripped her cane. Swirls of evil, roars of monsters, she controlled them...they were her pets. Cain...she could hear him laughing at her...Her time was coming near...
And to think what seemed like only a year ago...she was sitting in her mommy's lap listening to her sing and playing with the dollies her brother had made her...
-"Wince" (about part 12)