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Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC
Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,543 Views)
Olyamet
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Band: Metallica
Type: Hetero. Two pairs: James/OFC (Alexia) , Kirk/OFC (Meghan)
Warnings: Sex, swearing.
Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional.


Okay, girls, here I go again...hope you like it...

*stands with crossed fingers*






I'm done revisiting I'm The One, so now I'm moving on to this one! lol

The parts that I'm done with will have this little mark at the end of the update.


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Thanks you for your patience! :heart:









Wherever I belong...




Somewhere in 934...



I.


Our convoy of seven people had traveled for a week and now we were stepping into dangerous territory full of looters and outsiders who preyed on travelers. No man's land. Someone could be watching us right at this moment... I shivered at the thought and pulled the hood deeper, hiding my face. My eyes slid over my leather clad legs, stopping on a visibly heavy money bag on my belt, and I pulled on the side of my cape, covering myself completely.

At the last outpost of my country Meg and I had changed into men's clothing, hoping that a party of armed men would look less attractive to robbers, but there were only seven swords... seven against how many? The stories of an old soldier who made his way through this territory, and the groups of a few dozed armed Hungarian outlaws he always spoke of surfaced in my mind and I gripped the harness of my horse tighter. May the Gods be with us...

All I needed was to reach my destination and then... then I can secure this land, bring prosperity back to my kingdom and restore my father's legacy. It's my duty, my pride. I have to help my people in honor of my father... as much as I don't want to marry someone I've never met... someone much older than me... I have to... for father. I sighed and let my mind wander to the past.

My father was a great King, and a great man. He trained me in sword fighting and hunting, and raised me with the belief that women and men are equal. The belief that wasn't common beyond the borders of our land, it wasn't common in our country either, until my father met my mother. Beautiful, smart, full of fire and pride daughter of the blacksmith.

He was a young, hotheaded King when he saw her for the first time. She was helping her father to deliver the swords to the castle. After my father tried a few of them, he stated that they weren't up to his standards. The blacksmith bowed down, apologizing for his poor work, but his daughter stepped forward, looked right into King's eyes and said that the swords only as good as the hand that handles them. The deed was so outrageous, so bold, that everyone drew quiet in shock. My father stepped forward and asked her to prove it, raising his sword up to her. She won that fight, and his heart.

My eyes slid to the handle on my sword, fingers outlining the scripture on the silver. 'Ex aequo' - from the equal. Father gave this sword to my mother on the day of their marriage. The story of their love was a fairy tale I grew up listening to, and it shaped my dreams that one day I would meet the love of my life, the one who would love and respect me as equal. I never thought it could be any other way. I looked ahead and sighed, remembering the events that led me into this trip.

To my father's disappointment my brother Nicholas was the complete opposite of me. He loved the comfort of the castle, loved royal attention, loved and was great at manipulating people into doing what he wanted using lies and deception. He didn't show interest in warfare, political or economical decisions, he dreaded lessons in sword fights, and always had an excuse not to join father in his trips. Nevertheless, he was the first born with the rights to the crown, and he was waiting for it impatiently.

The dark days started after father died in a hunting accident. My always lethargic twin managed to move fast, and before our father's body was buried he took complete control of the army. He killed and replaced the commanders loyal to me and my father with his people, making sure I had no support to overthrow him. In the two years of my sibling's ruling, our land slid into poverty. Everything that my father worked so hard to achieve for his people perished at the hands of his son. Nicolas' partying and foolish war plans tripled taxes and our people were struggling to keep their farms. I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't listening. Instead he found a way to get rid of me, announcing throughout the land that Alexia of Chersoness was ready for marriage.

I wasn't ready to give up, declining proposals, but as time went on my brother changed from trying to convince me that I needed to seek my own crown, to flat out 'this is my kingdom, and you have no place here.' He grew more impatient as rumors of our people growing more angry with the new ruler reached the castle. Many people wanted to see me in my brother's place and that was when my life changed for the worst. My home became a prison, my brother's people were following me everywhere, making sure I wasn't conspiring with anyone. All I had left was five of my personal guards, and Meghan, my Lady in waiting by title, and my best friend since I could even remember.

The messenger from Otto the First came on the day when I had finally decided that a peaceful way of getting my father's legacy back was out of the question. I needed a strong ally. The King of Germany was cruel, old, and had the reputation of a monster, but he had something I desperately needed, he had a big army. He was looking to expand his kingdom to the Maggior Sea and needed me as much as I needed him, it was nothing more than a political union.

That was what I thought when I accepted his proposal... the last thing on my mind was the fact that I would have to share a bed with that man... I breathed in and out, trying to push down a strong wave of nausea.

I never thought that I would have to do something like that. My father always told me that he wanted me to be happy, he even put that in the rules of our country. I had the right to name my husband to be, I was free to love and be loved. But this was my chance to help my people, the only one I could see. Is a scarifies of one's happiness too big of a price for the happiness of thousands?

I sighed and tried to shake the heavy thoughts out of my mind, unconsciously seeking much needed encouragement, my eyes stopped on my friend's figure. Meg turned, as if she felt my gaze, and smiled. At least I'm not alone... I smiled back and turned to the road ahead, raising my chin and hitting the sides of my horse, speeding it up. I can do it, I have to... there is no other way.

Suddenly, the road darkened, falling out of focus, everything around me moved, changing, and melting. Weird shapes, bright colors, strange noises, loud, pounding, and strange music filled my surroundings, making me freeze in the saddle. I heard voices, someone was talking and laughing right next to me. My head spun, making me shiver, and I tried to cling to my horse, but instead of the horse I was sitting at a table made of some unknown material. How did I....? The lights blinked, reflecting in the strange see-through cups that looked like they were made out of the air itself. What is this magic? I reached to one of them and as my fingers touched the cold, shiny edge the blood rushed away from my face in terror. It's REAL??! My lips parted, but the scream got stuck somewhere in my tightened in fear throat.

Meg's hand pulled on my shoulder, but my body refused to move, as if someone was holding it in an iron grip. Her voice flew from the side and her words finally reached my petrified mind.

“Alex? What's wrong?” Her face became more focused, and it was different. The room darkened and started to spin, the voices and music stopped. The vision was gone as fast as it appeared. Meg's face was back to normal too.

“Are you okay?” Her hand moved on my shoulder.

“Meg did you see that?” I looked around but all I saw was just a dirt road, cutting through the forest. No music, no voices, just sounds of hooves hitting the ground and the soft whisper of leaves in the wind.

“See what?” My friend's eyes were scanning my face. I felt my heart pounding somewhere in my temples, hands tightly gripping the harness. I was the only one witnessing it? But why? And how?Meg's voice brought my attention back to her.

“Alex you're so pale! What did you see?”

I felt chills slowly creeping down my spine with the memory of an unknown place.

“I... I don't know... I think... I'm fine... I... I just got lightheaded... I feel better now...”

“We need to stop and set up camp, the sun is almost at the horizon anyway and moving in the darkness in this place is foolish.” Meg let go of my shoulder and kicked her horse, riding ahead to the head of our guards. Vlad nodded to her and sent two soldiers in search of a suitable area for the night.


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As the camp grew quiet, I pulled the covers over my body and my mind returned to the earlier events. The things I saw and heard... why did no one notice anything? What was it? A day dream? A vision? No... It felt real, too real... My mind searched for any reasonable explanation of what happened, but nothing could explain it. I remembered the brightly lit room, full of strangely dressed people. Those strong colors, the smooth surface under my fingers... the music that was coming from nowhere, blinking with bright lights.... One thing I was sure of, whatever it was, it wasn't of this world. With that thought I slowly drifted into dreams.

The terrifying huge round eyes were moving fast toward me and the loud roar of the beast shook the air, almost deafening me. I couldn't take my eyes off the approaching monster, completely paralyzed with fear. Another loud roar burst through the night, and I gripped at my throat. Something pulled under my fingers, giving up and falling apart as Meg's hand gripped into my shoulder. Her face was twisted in horror, her mouth opened up to release a scream, but it drowned in another blood chilling howl from the beast. I came out of the stupor reaching for my sword, which I had laid by my side before going to sleep, but it wasn't there...

“Alex! Wake up!” Meg's hands shook me by my shoulders. “Come on! Wake up!”

My hand gripped the handle of the familiar cold metal and I raised it in front of me, sitting up and opening my eyes to the silent darkness. Quiet summer night, the moon shyly peeking from behind the clouds, and the fire hungrily crackling on the wood. No monster...

“It was a just a dream.. on thank Gods...” I lowered my sword, feeling my body shiver.

“What did you see?” Meg looked very concerned.

“I... I don't know... it was... a monster... I've never seen anything like it... it had huge glowing eyes .. brighter than the moon, it was roaring so loud!” I moved wet locks of my hair off my neck and breathed in, trying to calm down. The wet undershirt clung to my still shaking body, blood loudly pulsating in my temples.

“You're all wet and shaking! Let me get you some fresh clothes.” Meg stood up and ran to the bags with our clothing.

What's happening to me? Was it another vision or just a nightmare brought on by the vision? I slowly raised my hand and wiped drops of sweat off my forehead. Something slid down my chest, falling lower to my stomach and I reached under my shirt, pulling out a small gold cross. The heat wave rose up, hurried by my heart which jumped in horror. The image of the beast rose in my memory, my hand gripping my throat, something ripping... A cold flash followed by another hot wave, and I threw the cross down, backing up from it. It's not mine! It came from there, from that nightmare! What is this witchcraft?!

My head spun, hazing up my mind, and I gripped at my temples. What's happening to me?

“Here, you'll feel better when you change into nice clean clothes. I just wish we could find some water to wash all that sweat off.” Meg dropped down on her knees by me. “Hey! We'll go to that lake we saw in the woods! The water always calms you down, it will help you to forget your nightmare. What do you say?”

I raised my face to her and nodded. As I stood up, my eyes caught a glimpse of the shiny cross on the ground, and I grabbed my sword. Who knows what else could happen, better be prepared.

Meg said a few words to the soldier on guard and we were on our way to a small lake in the depths of the woods. As we walked, my mind slowly let go of the nightmarish images and I even convinced myself that the cross wasn't real, just part of the dream. By the time we reached our destination, my mind was back to normal.

The inviting waters, sparkling in the moonlight, made me speed up my movements in need to wash off the sticky reminder of my nightmare and I felt my body shiver and relax in the refreshing cooling embrace of the lake. Swimming helped me to clear my head, and my mind let go of the horrific images. I swam to the middle of the lake and spread my arms and legs, lowered into the water to cover my ears, and let water hold me afloat. No sounds, just the stars in the sky and their reflection in the lake all around me, as if I drifted between them... between the worlds.... in beautiful silence...

For the first time since my father's death I felt at peace. For a moment I forgot all about my visions and my worries, letting thoughts about the uncertain future dissolve into the water. I wish I could stay here forever, just melt into nature... just be this cold lake... with no duty... no country... no responsibilities... be free...

I felt movement in the water by me and Meg's hand gripped my arm, making me rise up. The real world came back with the distant sound of swords slamming together in a fight, followed by screams of death. We swam to the shore and hid by the roots of the fallen tree, trying to dress as quickly as possible, but before we were ready the noises had stopped. A distant horse's neighs, followed by galloping hooves, and then all became quiet.

There were no sounds, no one was looking for us, just silence. Deafening, chilling, dead silence. We carefully made our way back to the camp ground only to find dead bodies of our guards. The luggage and horses were gone, all we had left was what we had on us. We were alone, two young women in the middle of barbarian land.

“Alex... what are we going to do now?” Meg turned to me.

“I don't know... I just don't know... I guess we can try to go as planned...” There was no where else to go, there was no other choice for me. I won't go back to be a prisoner of my brother, who was probably celebrating, the whole kingdom was his. The only way I could return was at the head of an army.




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Ooooooh that sounds VERY VERY...VERY interesting !!!
YAY adventure, lost women, swords and a bit of fantasy... WIN !

I fuckin can't wait to read the next chapter, friend !

LOVE IT !!! *applauses loudly* :rockdevil:
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Good start! I love your imagination. :D I wonder what Alex's nightmare was about? :unsure:
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I love your fictions. :nanner:
You are such a great writer. :horns2
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Yay, the medieval Tallica fiction!! :D :horns2
More, plz !
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Ooooh interesting so far, hun.
Wonder what Alex's nightmare was about...
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Jäger.....

Thanks girls!!!

I love you all. :heart: :heart: :heart:

More...









II.



With eyes full of tears and hearts breaking at the thought that we couldn't honor our fallen guards with a proper burial fire, Meg and I made our way through the woods, leaving our destroyed camp. Once again I was questioning my decision. My plan just brought death to five soldiers... how many more will die when Otto''s army marches over this land? Will Chersoness surrender without a fight? They would to me, the soldiers know and trust me... As my guards trusted me... and now... now I've left them behind. I felt a tear running down my cheek and wiped it off, lifting my chin up. I'll get to my destination, take my country back and restore prosperity over my land. Their death would not be a worthless loss. Please Gods, give me a sign that I'm on the right path. I raised my eyes to the sky, but all I could see were the dark crowns of the silent trees.

Soon the forest brought us to a small meadow and as were just about to cross it, sounds of horse hooves made us freeze. Distant snorting changed to loud neighs and to our disbelief three of our fully harnessed horses came running from the opposite side on the meadow. Meg stepped forward, whistling and all three of them stopped, knitting their ears before happily following the familiar call. I looked up, smiling gratefully at the stars in the now open to my view sky.

The next day, Meg and I covered a lot of land, barely stopping to rests. But soon we had no choice but to start thinking of a place to stay for the night. The darkness was catching up with us, the horses were tired and needed rest and water. We had to comeback to the road in hope that it would lead us to a farm where we could safely stay for the night, but instead it brought us to a two story crossroads inn.

The risk of us being recognized as women without escort was great, but a night in the forest alone was more dangerous. We stopped our horses, not sure what to do, but before we made our decision, it was made for us. The wind rose up, bringing clouds of dust up in the air, the sky lit up and shook under Thor's hammer, sending heavy rain drops down, and we hurried our horses under the cover of the tavern's roof. A night outside in the storm was out of the question.

A young stable boy took the reins or our horses and I held my breath, but he barely looked at us, waiting for us to dismount, then took the coin I handed to him with a 'thank you sir' and I relaxed, turning to Meg. Her face was covered in smudges of wet dust, as mine probably was. Our hair were tucked under the capes, making the womanly length of curly locks unreadable. The sides of the capes were wrapped over our shoulders, properly hiding all unmanly curves. Add to that a cover of mud on our boots, which made them a few sizes bigger and you'll see two young and tired messenger boys.

We gave each other encouraging smiles, and walked through the door. A few men at the bar turned to look at the newcomers and after finding nothing of interest, quickly returned to their business. We ordered food, relived that the waiter didn't notice anything suspicious and made our way to the table that was partially hidden under the stairs.

“Don't forget that we're playing men, so our voices should be as low as possible.” I whispered to Meg.

“We hardly look like men, more like boys...” She lowered her head to me.

The next small party of customers drew more interest and we had time to look around, making sure no one was paying attention to us. Most of the men in here were local farmers, judging by their simple clothing. There were a few groups of travelers, but none of them looked suspicious or intimidating. A group of gypsies were playing violins and dancing by the bar, too busy enjoying themselves. My eyes continue to travel and stopped on the man at the corner table. He looked asleep, his head was resting on the wall behind him, eyes closed. He had black curly hair and was dressed in middle class clothes, but there was something about him that drew my attention.

As the waiter cleaned the plate off his table, he brushed the corner of man's cape and it slid to the side, showing the silver pommel of a sword. I immediately tensed up, but the stranger didn't move, seeming to be deeply asleep, and by the looks of it he was alone. I let myself relax, turning my attention to the food.

The waitress refilled my water cup, winking at me, and I lowered my face to hide a smile. If only she knew... She misread my move for a young boy's shy reaction and laughed loudly, walking away. I took a big sip of my drink and almost choked with the late realization that it wasn't water. The burning liquid hit my throat, making me jump up with a scream.

“That's so strong!”

The air around me fell silent, and everyone in the tavern turned our way. I froze in place, wishing I was invisible. We're so dead...

The man from the corner table quickly got up and walked towards us, growling. “I was waiting here for you lazy bastards to get my room ready, and you decided to have a drink?! Get back to work, I don't pay you to party!”

He grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, whispering into my ear. “This is no place for ladies... just play along, unless you want to give these guys a chance to realize who you really are.”

He squeezed my arm in an iron grip and pulled me to the stairs. Meg gave me a quick look full of fear and followed us. The stranger opened his room and pushed us in, closing the door.

“Do you have any idea what would've happened in there if those men knew?” He made himself comfortable on the chair.

“Thank you sir...” Meg's voice sounded shaky.

“My name is Kirk, you don't have to be afraid of me, I love helping damsels in distress.” His face lit with a beautiful smile. “So what's your story?”

Meg and I looked at each other, something in the open face of that man made us trust him, or maybe it was just our desperation and his willingness to help. I gave Meg a nod and she stepped forward.

“This is Lady Alexia of Chersones, and my name is Meghan, or just Meg.”

Kirk's eyebrows rose and he quickly stood up, lowering to one knee. “My Lady... Miss Meg... forgive me for my behavior... I didn't realize...”

“Please, your fast thinking saved us, there is nothing to apologize for! We're in your dept!” I didn't let him finish, motioning for him to get up. “We would be grateful if you'd be willing to help us further, not for free of course.”

“If you don't mind me asking first, why are you traveling without guards?”

I sighed, sitting down on the bed and gaving Meg a nod to start our story. When she finished, our new friend got up from his chair.

“I would be honored to help you Ladies, but it's a long and dangerous trip and if you don't mind, I'd like to invite my friend to join us. Two swords are always better than one, plus he knows this land like the back of his hand.”



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AHEM...Friend ? Which friend ??? :biggrin

God Kirk is such a gentleman (fact), I loved this part...

MOREMOREMOREMORE !!!!! :D :heart:
Loveya!
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This is so good; you're such a good writer. :D Keep going soon, please, I love your story! :heart: :drool I think I know who the friend is... XD
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Right on sister! Keep writing and I'll keep reading!
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Ok, girls...I have a little problem.

Apparently Luna has fic with same name.

She had it first, so it's only fare if I change mine title .

I already PM R@quel.

New title will be

"Wherever I belong..."

:biggrin
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So far I'm really digging this story! It's nice to read something from a different era, a totally different era. I really love the setting for this fic! Can't wait to see where you take this story! :D
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Ooh, I wonder which friend? :D
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I love this, Olya! :heart:
But you already knew that. :biggrin
I can't wait for them to meet his friend...
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Jäger.....

R@quel, thank you so much for changing title so quickly!

And thank you all for your warm comments!

Now I can continue.

Just want to say that I'm not abandoning my other story. I'll write both at same time, hoping that my imagination can handle it...

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