Here are the next chapters in Ariana and Abiron’s Story. As promised, this story is branching out and taking some unexpected turns. Feedback and/or ...otes are always appreciated. Chapter 10 The next several weeks were among the happiest of their lives. Their lives fell into a predictable and pleasurable routine. They worshiped in the morning, followed by whatever small chores the short hours of fall and winter left to them. The hours of late afternoon and evening were filled with lovemaking. As. Then we turned our attention to the big man."Do you have a name?" I asked the man coldly."Antonio," the man spat back, "Antonio the Berserker." I've heard of you," I told him a second later, as the intelligence provided by Victoria's people flowed up into my consciousness, "although I thought you were living somewhere else. Italy wasn't it." It was," the man grunted in reply, "but the man who wanted you dead moved me here." That must have impressed you," I stated bluntly, looking a little. It was winter time and I was on Christmas break from school. It was brought up at Christmas dinner that I go to my Aunt and Uncle's home to do some final yard clean-up the next day after lunch. The thought of yard work was always out-weighed by the fun her and I had been having the last several months. The next day came and I had been raking and pruning for a couple hours when I was told to clean things up and come into the house. I did and was asked to sit at the kitchen table for a snack.. Who the hell was knocking on his door at this time of night? He opened the door to find a wet and bedraggled young woman in blouse and skirt almost pressed up against it. She almost fell into him as he yanked the door open crossly before pushing one hand out against his chest and catching herself. Over his shoulder he saw the rain was hissing down more firmly now, bouncing up off the pavement. She had light red hair plastered to her head and startling bright blue eyes. ‘Oh, I’m sorry!’ she.