Take
me, I am yours, now and forever. Give
me the pain I desire, take from me this life…
I have such pain… Let me revel in your destruction -- submission (sanctuary), damnation
(absolution). Taste my rage, take my blood… it flows rich and
fearful… addiction…
I am yours.
He
never lost his composure, but rather looked deeply into her eyes, tempting her
with his independence. He
sneered, perhaps sensing her willingness to give in, and her own barbarous
inclinations kicked in, the snarl rising from deep in her throat… this shift
would not be nearly as traumatic….
"Who are you?
And why are you here?"
"I am in my lands, as you are.
You searched me out, and I came. What
more is there to know?"
"Don't bait me, bitch…
I know what you are… And
my anger is easily stirred…"
"And yet you wept at my passing…
I too, know of you, and I desire you…
Would you deny me?"
She stood,
letting her hair fall back, a huntress in her realms, taking pleasure in
blood, and the lust for it was strong. Madness
surrounded her like a comforting cloak, one she was well acquainted with… Her eyes liquid hell, she burned with an almost fanatical
flame; eyes glacial blue, hair of an almost luminous black which fell well
below her white shoulders. She
was proud of her lineage… She
was RONIN, she needed no one and nothing.
Indomitable, she rose up to her full height; appearing much more
threatening than her 5' 3" would allow, and he paused, wondering.
Breathing heavily, he seemed to notice her
beauty for the first time. She
had pale skin, with breathtaking blue eyes… almost indigo in her fury, which
spoke of much defiance, much pain, and more intriguingly… pure,
unadulterated want. She was
perhaps, the most feral creature he had ever seen…
Her form spoke of endless runs; the Wyld was she.
He could smell her fear, her sweat, and the sweetness she contained
beneath that tempting skin… Her
heart was pounding, giving her the flush of life…
He longed to partake of that life, and he wondered, suddenly, what it
would feel like to have the furnace of her
crimson desires caressing his tongue…
She looked like a warrior elf, standing
there with her feet placed firmly apart, breath coming quick and feverish,
shoulders thrown back, menacing even for a diminutive female.
She was well muscled, thought that did not detract from her wild grace,
but rather accentuating it… And
he could have it… He could
master this frothing beast… tame it, turn it to his own purposes…
Her blood sang to him, warm… He
remembered the sickening thrill such potency possessed…
And he hungered for her.
"Tell me your name, bitch, and I may
let you live…"
"I am Lycanthress Argentium'Diens,
Leader of the Black Furies, of the third conclave, Silver Pack.
I have been longer than you have breathed, leech…
I do not fear you, nor does my blade…."
He laughed, amused by the obvious
posturing, and shook his head. She
was an arrogant gutter snipe… but he almost respected her for her lies…
Alive for longer than he had breathed?
Really… She was an
enigma… for she radiated both prowess and inner strength.
Were she not in thrall to him, she might actually be a worthy
adversary… But the waves of
hunger for acceptance belied her will. He knew it to be her downfall… that
and she desired him far more than he wanted her…
Or did she? He was not
sure, for his own passion rose with every passing moment…
What am I doing?, she thought to
herself… If the Silver Pack
found out she was conspiring with vampyr… she would be torn to pieces, just
as her mother had. Garou were a
proud, honor dictated race, and she was courting far more than simple death
here… she was breaking every code of her race…
And yet, she hungered for him to sink his teeth into her flesh and
consume her. She giggled softly
to herself. Insanity was such a
liberating thing…
"Come, child…
Why do you hunt your own death? For
I am far darker than the most moonless night, and would use you and toss you
away…"
"You would bring me peace; what is
life without torment, Ryk…"
He laughed
again, walking over to her and tossing aside his sack.
"I will show you torment, you stupid
whore…"
She shivered at his approach, letting her
guard down as he took her into his arms.
She lifted her head to one side, exposing the delicious pulsing vein it
contained…alive for just this experience, alive just for him…
He felt the pull of her flame, and like a
drowning moth, gave her that which she needed, placing his lips against the
warmth of her life pulse, biting deep, gentle even in his fury.
Such sweet blood… He arched, lifting her off the ground, nearly buckling with
the consummation of their desires… fire,
fire, burning bright in the forests of the night…
She pulled his head into her neck,
groaning with some inner delight, seeming to relish the pain of his teeth
cutting through the giving meat, gouging, rending, and he bit down further,
raking a deep gash across the base of her
throat. She knotted her fingers
into his hair, low guttural noises escaping her parted lips.
He felt her wrap her legs about his waist and was driven nearly mad…
He kneeled,
laying her back in the grass, liking the smell of crushed greenery, thrilled
by the intensity of her passion…
Ecstasy… Pain… His
mouth was hot and she could feel the insane tickle of her blood as it escaped
his greedy sucking, the tide-like surge of life as it flowed out through the
wound and into him, pulsing, throbbing…
Bright flashes of light… she was becoming giddy with blood loss, and
yet she clung to him, refusing herself even the luxury of escape.
He was so loving, so cruel.. he knew he was killing her, and yet he
hungered for more, and that fanned her own want to a newer, more primitive
level… Madness, laughter… was
it she or he that reveled so.. she did not know.
The fire began in earnest as the contents of her heart was now at
stake, and still he drained her.
Give me life.. give me death…
I hunger so…
And yet… Death was ever elusive… she
knew this would not kill her, but make her hunger more… Feeling the swooping wings of unconsciousness threatening,
batting lightly, insistently at her mind, she did what came naturally to her.
Her teeth grew sharp, long, and she flicked her tongue across them with
nearly childish delight. Licking his shoulder, she sunk her teeth into the alabaster
mass as he hunched further into his meal, longing to feel her heart burst, to
kill the silly fucking she-wolf beneath
him.
Started at the intrusion, he pulled back a
moment… but she was moaning so… He
was high up in his reveling, looking down on her, the gash barely seeping now,
for she was nearly dry… and it
was almost a sensuous thrill to have her draw from him as well… He liked the warmth of her lips, the tender thrill of her
tongue as it caressed the edges of the bite she had made… such a novelty… She
had done this before!
The mystery deepened, but he was too far
into bloodlust to think of it now. The wound began to flow again, and he lowered his head back
to it, drinking their mingled blood, feeling his heart match her own frantic
beat, high, high, higher… giddy… drunk on the purifying limits of his own
demons…
Her body needed more than this… it had
been far too long since she had last had a male within her, and she arched,
indicating her desires… He was
more than willing to oblige. Church
was in service, and communion had begun.
She lay panting in the grass, looking up
at the stars, licking the last of their mingled sacrifice from her lips.
She giggled softly to herself, feeling the throb of nature pulse about
her with such intensity involuntary tears welled and slowly crawled down her
cheeks. I am alive… dear Gaia,
I am alive once again! The
giggles turned into hysterical laughter, and she let the tears fall unchecked.
I am ALIVE!!!!!!!!
He had awakened and departed without a
second glance, and he had left with more than her body and blood… he had
left with a portion of her heart as well, for he was whole now, as she was,
floating on a crimson stream of pure power…
My heart beats for you, Ryk… and
my blood flows ever so softly now…
She laughed again, knowing he would never
forget her, nor the power of her passion.
We shall meet again, my dear, sweet Ryk…
for I know you now; we have spoken to one another's
madness, caressed the darkness within.
You now share a portion of my fate, my beautiful dark prince; its
darkness will consumes us both.
