Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Disclaimer: Not all OCs are mine and may be OOC (out of character)
                          
Edward's POV:
                          
I was panicking.  Eragon hadn't been seen or heard for five hours, apparently my nervous energy was spreading, because Ace, Kara, and Caleb were starting to smell of nervous energy too.  Ace has a scent of charred forest, Kara smelt of vomit, Caleb smelt of dead animals and dog pee, which is gross, and Stan and Sefin smelt of, I sniffed.  Nothing.  They were masking their emotions' scent.  Clever.  "Prince Edward, Princess Eragon has been gone for five hours," Sefin said, getting cut off by Ace. ",and she isn't anywhere in the village." I knew that, it was obvious!  I just nodded.  "I'll be back guys." I said, leaving the small interrogation room that Ace, Sefin, Kara, Caleb, and I used as a hide out when Isaac and Klemintine weren't using it for.... whatever they used it for, and running into the throne room.  I slid to a stop and fell on my face.  Classic me right there.  "Mom!  Dad!  I mean... Lady Alyssa and Lord Vixen.  Eragon's been gone for five hours now and we're all getting worried!"  I was talking about a mile a minute, and wasn't sure that they understood me until they called in four groups of five hunters, and assigned them each an area to search.  The Star Hunters, a group of four wolves with brown eyes, black fur, and white spots and an oddball leader with blue eyes, white fur, and black spots, were assigned to search the kingdom's Northern borers.  The Nighthawk Hunters, a group of three boys, each with brown eyes, but they had their own fur colors, one black, one grey, one brown, a black eyed sister with brown, black, and white fur, and their leader and mother, a beautiful reddish-brown wolf with green eyes were assigned the kingdom's Southern borders.  The Day Seekers, a family of vampires, four girls with blonde hair and pink eyes with similar cloaks, each it's own three shades of green on the outside and bark brown on the inside, and a boy with blonde hair, pink eyes, and his own cloak of similar fashion, he may have been the leader, but I wasn't paying much attention, they were assigned the kingdom's West borders.  Finally, the last group, five adult vampires, three men, identical triplets with long brown hair, green eyes, and pure black cloaks, all about my age, a woman with black hair, blue eyes wearing an emerald green cloak, about Eragon's, and another man that looked 50 years of age, his hair which was once completely black now had grey streaks, his eyes were old and showed much of the pain, torture, grief, happiness, and love he's seen over the years, were a beautiful blue green color.  They were sent to the kingdom's East borders, where the hunters camped.  I hung my head, having a sinking feeling they were all going to die, but thanked my parents anyways, returning back to the interrogation room.
                          
Eragon's POV:
                          
I was exhausted, Will was making me clean and repair the building, but I felt hope deep inside of me, someone was out looking for me by now, and I knew it!  I felt the whip Will was holding collide with my bare back, and flinched as it made the cracking sound.  "What was that for?!" I asked, this was the third time in a row, the first time was for missing a spot, the second was because I hit him back, but this time I was confused.  "Because I felt like it that time, precious.  Now hurry up with that wall, I'm horny!"  I growled.  There was no wat I was going to be his slave!  Will hit me again.  "Faster!" He shouted, I sped up my work, but made sure it took another hour, because I didn't want him inside of me.  Well, that was a bad idea because when I finished he didn't even bother putting any protection on before he slammed into me.  The same pain I had felt earlier coursed through my body, he injected me with the same stuff from last time as well, soon enough my own senses shut down on me, and were replaced by someone else's.