Post by Cascadia on May 31, 2006 14:44:20 GMT -5
Note: The voices might get confused here.
Jayde: Thinking = italic, red
Aubrey: Thinking = italic, blue; Sending thoughts to someone else = Bold, blue
Talyn: thinking = italic green; sending thoughts: bold green
That's how it'll be from now on in the story.
Jayde
She finally felt free. Free from trying to impress him, trying to keep him happy, trying to tell herself it was all worth it. She relaxed her head, tilting it back to the sky as she walked, a breath of relief escaping her lips. She was walking in comfortable strides now, in no hurry to get home. She would enjoy this feeling, pulsing through her, making her feel more like herself then she had in months. Taking a deep breath, she set her mind and continued on, her eyes now open and bright with determination. She wasn’t out of the city yet.
Her boots thudded on the cement, broken and cracked from neglect. The air was cool on her bare skin, seeming to glow in the moonlight. She didn't let this faze her, refusing to feel the fear that was slowly awakening in her mind. A blossom of doubt pricked her chest, and started to spread, her strides lengthening. She focused on deep breaths while she steadied her mind, knowing she was still being watched. She shook her head, her hair shimmering as it folded and swayed down her back. She felt eyes on her neck, and the tingle of minds pressing against her, through her, taking in all her strengths and weaknesses. She sorted her mind, hiding her secrets from the curious prying eyes. She knew how to do this easily, Aubrey had showed her. The thought of him being useful to her made her fear quickly heat, anger like a disease pumping through he blood.
She heard footsteps. Her anger made her ignore them, stubbornly walking on with her back to them.
"Leave me alone." She seethed, her heart a stone in her chest, forgetting all of her feelings except this new feeling of betrayal to herself and how easily she had almost forgiven him.
Why should I? [/color]The voice slid across her mind, silk rippling though the air, lightly pouring around her, soft at the touch and folding, enveloping her senses.
"Talyn" The name left ice on her tongue, her throat tightening as the coldness spread down it, her anger draining from her as quickly as the color in her face. She stood in place, afraid to move away from him as she heard him behind her. Fear settled in her, her heart like a bird, fluttering uncertainly in her chest. Her eyes burned, and she willed herself not to cry. She felt his fingers curl over her shoulder, and she squeezed her eyes closed, taking in a long, shuddering breath as she felt herself turning to him, not daring to look at him. Finally she felt him close to her, his body emitting warmth, though she knew this was just a mind game. No vampire gave off body heat; it was just an illusion he'd created for her.
His hand was on her cheek, tilting her head back, she felt him looking down at her, and kept her eyes closed. His thumb brushed gently over her cheek, caressing her skin.
"Look at me," his voice was hypnotizing, and her eyes pulled open against her will. His skin was pale, glowing in the moonlight. Strands of dark blonde hair fell into his eyes, that shone green in the light. Another illusion, she told herself. His eyes are black. He was wearing a black shirt, ending just over the waist of his dark blue jeans. She swallowed hard, willing herself to stay clam. His lips turned up in a smile, his head tilted slightly, eyes scanning hers, looking for something to move on. "I've missed you," he told her, his voice making the lights around her dance. She stared at his lips, not daring to look into his eyes. She may have been under his spell, but she wasn't stupid enough to give in completely.
"You only saw me a few times, why would you miss me?" She asked him, her voice shaking slightly. She felt his pride swell, and knew he enjoyed the fear he put in her.
"I missed seeing you." So he had been watching her. She felt a disgust rise in her, but it was greatly diminished by her fear of him. She tried to suppress the thoughts, but felt his anger in her mind while he went through her thoughts. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared though, and she knew he had seen the moment in the bar. She grit her teeth, cursing herself for not paying better attention.
"So you and Aubrey are over huh?" He smirked for a second, but quickly changed it to a gentle smile, trying to look as if he meant well. "What happened?" She clenched her jaw, a bit of her anger leaking through to her, giving her courage.
"You should already know." She said to him, almost wincing as it came out harsher then intended. He recoiled slightly, and she took this advantage to walk around him, continuing down the road. So close, she thought to herself. She wished with all her might he would leave her be, but felt dismay run through her when she heard him walking after her.
"Why are you always walking away from me?" He asked her, humor in his voice, trying to cover the fact that he was getting annoyed.
"Why are you always following me?" She shot back at him, ignoring the fear in her, making her chest tight. She was afraid she'd pushed it too far this time, when he stood taller, his eyebrows rising.
Bold tonight, aren't we Jayde?[/color] He whispered across her mind, while stepping closer to her. She swallowed, staying in place. Showing him she wasn't afraid. She raised her chin, holding onto her courage, knowing the worst thing to do would be giving into her fear, letting him take the advantage.
"As always," she replied, her face emotionless. He smirked again, looking at her foolishness in amusement.
"Forever defiant." He smiled at her, a true smile for once, and Jayde blinked a few times, but by then it had passed. "Bravery gets you no where," he said softly, his lips turning down, and almost as quick back up again, his desperate attempts to hold onto his humanity allowing her to read his emotions clearly. She took a deep breath, stepping back.
"I'm going home." She said to him, turning and beginning to walk away, but was stopped, and a gasp shot from her mouth as he jerked her hair back, holding his arm across her chest, shortening her breaths and pinning her arms down. In another instant, she was pressed against the building, her wrists slammed against the wall, held up by one of his hands. His other was on her face, softly brushing some hair from her eyes, his face soft with a gentle concern for her. She began to cry, struggling against him, trying to pull her arms down, kicking at him, but he stood between her legs, making them useless, and her wrists were scraping against the bricks, flecks of blood escaping the scratches.
"Talyn," she cried, "please." Her fear consumed her, clogging her mind and making her weak. Just like when we first met, she remembered.
She had been walking home, and gotten lost. Ending up on the outskirts of the city. She had been so oblivious, walking past a few vampires, not realizing. Not knowing they existed, until Talyn. He had been her first encounter with a vampire, and being one of the strongest, scared the rest away. He had talked to her, and gotten her to look into his eyes, she lost herself within seconds. And he almost took her, right here, she realized. He had pulled her hair back, as he was doing now. Her flash back was coming as reality, as he replayed the night before her eyes, her shivering under his fingers.
"Don't," her voice wavered again while he smiled at her, their faces close, then his lips against hers, him pushing his tongue through her lips. She tried to bring her head back, but he had her against the wall, and his hand held it still, not allowing her to turn away. She bit down on his tongue hard, hearing him curse and the taste of blood fill her mouth. She spit it out, afraid to let any run down her throat, fear of being bonded to him. He raised his hand from her face, and brought it back across hard. Tears exploded into her eyes as his hand smacked against her flesh. She trembled, taking short quick breaths, her eyes closed tight.
"Bitch!" He yelled at her, his face inches from hers. She let out a scream, turning her face to the right, trying to shut him out, sobs wracking through her frame. He threw her to the ground, her hands moving out to stop her fall. She hit the cement hard, vibrations of pain shooting up her arms, making the nerves in her shoulders spasm and contract. She collapsed, laying on her side on the ground, her arms now wrapped around her, fingernails digging into her arms, blood swelling around the tips. Her eyes were closed tight, afraid to look and see his face, distorted in rage, twisted into a hatred for only her, so different from that of which he looked upon everyone else. Only moments before, he had been so sweet and gentle. Almost laughing at her attempts at bravery. But so quickly, he had changed. Her fear had now grown into a terror only he could inflict on her, and she curled up on the cold ground, wishing to be dead while she listened for him to reach down for her. She felt his fingers brush against her, and she winced, her body recoiling and shaking as she started to shriek apologies and pleads.
"Please, I'm sorry." She repeated over and over, sobbing out the words and shaking beneath his fingers. "Please, please." She felt him lift her, standing her on her feet again. She backed from him, unable to stop her feet, grimacing, as she knew it would only bring more pain. She felt the building against her back, and raised her hands, still throbbing with pain, and shook, tears running to the corners of her mouth, tasting the bitter salt on her tongue, and the metallic blood from her split lip, where he had struck her. He ran his hand back, pushing the hair back behind her, away from her face. He shushed her, his face emotionless again, gently stroking her hair as he pressed her against him; her hands uselessly up between them, on his chest ready to push him away.
His face was next to hers, his skin soft against hers. She felt his hand brushing down her hair, his other rubbing her lower back slowly. She tried to force the fear down, but she couldn’t focus, her mind was only fixed on watching him, ready to throw her arms up and cover her face, protect herself from him. But he was past his anger, and now calming down. Slowly, she stopped shaking. He kept whispering in her ear, words she wasn’t even hearing. Finally she had calmed down, and opened her eyes, afraid she would see his twist into the anger, and the palm of his hand come towards her again, but he smiled at her. She felt her insides slowly unknot, and she took a deep breath, looking down at her hands, still pressed into his chest.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, looking down at her, his face blank. She felt her heart hammer in her chest, and refrained from biting her lip. This might be a trick, a setup for him to have a reason to beat on her, but then it may just be him realizing what he does to her. This wasn’t the first time. She thought back to the times he had hit her, choked her, hurt her. He always got quiet and calm like he was now, but he’d never asked her this. She tried to keep her mind on making up a decision. Waiting too long to respond might make him mad. But her mind was wandering; back to the three times she had ever seen him. The conversations had always turned to Aubrey, who she was seeing more and more frequently. And it had made him so mad. So insanely jealous, he had beaten her to tears, and the last time she had seen him, he had stabbed her with the knife she pulled on him. It was a stupid move on her part, even trying to fight back against him, but her foolish bravery, as he said, made her act.
The scenario flashed through her mind, lunging the knife at him, seeing it disappear from her hand, eyes widening in shock as an icy fire exploded into her stomach. She had screamed out, her eyes snapping shut, the darkness of her sense cutting off making the pain that much more real. He had jerked it back out, his eyes black while he bent to begin to drink from the wound. Lying, helpless, defenseless. Closing her eyes and letting a silent tear run in slow motion, her heart crying out, but she had already known it was over. She had taken a deep breath, and accepted her death. But it never came. His hands fell away from her, she heard him gasp and still dare not open her eyes. Then arms were around her again, and she felt weightless. She opened her eyes to a veil of darkness, thinking she was being carried away by death. Only to find out later, it was Aubrey that had saved her, and flew with her through the dark sky, forever away from the bastard Talyn who had tried to take her life.
But here he was, standing before her. Waiting for an answer she already knew but was afraid to give. She took a deep breath, glancing around, stalling for time.
“Well?” She couldn’t pick up a hint of emotion from his tone, so chewed her lip and looked down away from him, nodding her head, yes. She closed her eyes, ready for the pain but it never came. She blinked her eyes open, looking up at him. He wasn’t looking at her.
“Talyn?” She asked quietly, not understanding what was going through his mind. He shuddered when she said his name, almost as if disgusted by the sound of it. He shook his head, stepping back from her. She was confused, and walked closer to him, pulling at his arm. “What is it?” She asked him, curious as to why he would back off like this. Still holding onto his arm, she put her other hand up, turning his face to hers. He pushed her back, surprising her. She stumbled backwards, catching her balance just before tripping.
“Get away from me.” He muttered, beginning to walk away. She was stunned, after all that, he was just going to walk away from her. What the hell did I do? She asked herself while watching him slowly trudge up the street. She wanted to keep walking, get home, leave this city and never come back, live a normal life, but her heart told her to go after him. Damnit, she thought to herself while turning and taking quick steps towards him.
“Talyn!” He paused, turning his head so that he could see her approaching though the corner of his eye. Catching up with him, she crossed her arms. “You just walk away, what the hell?” She felt anger swell in her, and this gave her courage. He shook his head, turning to her quickly, her stepping back in surprise, flinching. He smirked at her, fucking mood swings. She cursed herself for not walking away. Closing her eyes, and took a quick deep breath and set her mind.
“You try to act brave, and you’re still so afraid.” He sneered at her, his eyes cold. She clenched her jaw, tilting her head to the side, fresh moonlight shining on her skin. She was taunting him, and he licked his lips, seeing a new side of her. Walking slowly forward, she ignored her pounding heart as she ran her hands up his chest, hiding her disgust deep inside her as she put her face next to his.
“If I’m so afraid, then take me.” She couldn’t see an immediate reaction, his face was beside hers, but she felt his lips against her neck, softly kissing her skin. She closed her eyes, her arms around his neck, his circling around her waist, pulling her closer. Her heart beat faster, nervous of the unknown.
Don’t be afraid, [/color]his thoughts drifted across her mind, lazily almost. But they soothed her. Not for the fact he was being gentle, but she wanted this. Her hands twisted through his hair, soft and thick between her fingers. Her thoughts flickered back to Aubrey, and she felt anger and sadness swell in her chest, longing for him. But oh, how she hated him. For everything. For what he’d done to her, treated her like nothing, how he’d left her, only to come back, make her feel worthless and leave again. And abandon her; let her walk the streets of this damned place alone. Leaving her for dead. Her nails dug into Talyn’s skin, and he smiled into her neck, still twirling her thoughts around. He felt her anger and mistrust for Aubrey, and smiled triumphantly. Stupid wench, [/i]he thought, holding her and looking at her face, her eyes shut tight, anger heating her face.
He watched her thoughts swell and throb, a hatred for the darker vampire growing. Smirking, he kissed the corner of her lips, turned down in frustration and pain softly. He ran his hand up her side, up over her neck and to her face, raking her hair back, the ponytail fallen out long ago. Her thoughts were still on Aubrey betraying her, though most of the anger was set by him, not truly her own. He didn’t care. Aubrey had left her, and he had stepped up. His scent enveloped her, as she accepted him to claim her, not even realizing herself doing this. He put his lips against the front of her throat, kissing her and moving down, she unconsciously tilted her head back, still lost in the maze of her own thoughts.
He felt her start to gather her thoughts, realizing what he had done. He smirked as her eyes opened, dazed, as if waking from a dream. He grabbed the back of her neck, jerking her head back by her shimmering hair, her not even awake enough to protest or cry out. He ran the tip of his tongue up her neck, feeling the blood pulsing so close, the vein throbbing beneath her thin layer of skin. He smirked, knowing he was finally going to take her. She was almost fully sober now; he could feel her sorting through her thoughts. He knew he could take her now, but he liked the struggle. The fear and pure instinct for survival coursing through her.
This was how he needed to take her. If he wanted to make her his, he was not going to have a weakling, she would hold him back. So he waited for her senses to come back, gently stroking her hair while she awoke from his spell. After a few minutes, that seemed much longer to him, impatient to cross her, and was pleased to see she was finally awake.
“Ready, my love?” He asked, his fangs complete in his mouth. Her eyes flickered to them, and she felt satisfied, and knew she what he wanted. She looked up into his eyes, faking fear, and went to take a step back, then raised her hand and smacked him hard across the face. He was startled at first, and dropped his hold on her. She smirked, and bent over, pulling out the knife. Hiding it in her hand, she strut over to him, putting her free hand on the back of his neck, him waiting, coiled. Like a snake ready to strike, but first seeing her intentions. She put her lips to his ear, and started teasing him.
“Who’s afraid now?” She asked him quietly. She felt him shifting though her thoughts, but she had already sorted them herself, and now held the knife at the base of her fingertips, pulling her arm back and swiping it across his cheek. A line appeared before her eyes, with blood dripping down from it, leaving dark red trails down his cheek. He winced, and she felt pride swell I her, finally making him hurt as he had done to her so many times. He moved faster then she could see, and in an instant her head was pulled back, her hair twisted around his hand.
“You drew blood,” he commented, running a finger over the slice mark she had left. “My turn,” He smirked at her, putting his lips to her neck, and slowly biting into her. She felt his teeth against her skin, and then start to pierce her. She let him, finally being converted, after escaping this inevitable fate for so long. But it stopped, and she was released, falling backwards. She landed painfully on her elbows, tears springing to her eyes. After a moment of shock, her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up to stare at Talyn…and Aubrey.
Jayde: Thinking = italic, red
Aubrey: Thinking = italic, blue; Sending thoughts to someone else = Bold, blue
Talyn: thinking = italic green; sending thoughts: bold green
That's how it'll be from now on in the story.
Jayde
She finally felt free. Free from trying to impress him, trying to keep him happy, trying to tell herself it was all worth it. She relaxed her head, tilting it back to the sky as she walked, a breath of relief escaping her lips. She was walking in comfortable strides now, in no hurry to get home. She would enjoy this feeling, pulsing through her, making her feel more like herself then she had in months. Taking a deep breath, she set her mind and continued on, her eyes now open and bright with determination. She wasn’t out of the city yet.
Her boots thudded on the cement, broken and cracked from neglect. The air was cool on her bare skin, seeming to glow in the moonlight. She didn't let this faze her, refusing to feel the fear that was slowly awakening in her mind. A blossom of doubt pricked her chest, and started to spread, her strides lengthening. She focused on deep breaths while she steadied her mind, knowing she was still being watched. She shook her head, her hair shimmering as it folded and swayed down her back. She felt eyes on her neck, and the tingle of minds pressing against her, through her, taking in all her strengths and weaknesses. She sorted her mind, hiding her secrets from the curious prying eyes. She knew how to do this easily, Aubrey had showed her. The thought of him being useful to her made her fear quickly heat, anger like a disease pumping through he blood.
She heard footsteps. Her anger made her ignore them, stubbornly walking on with her back to them.
"Leave me alone." She seethed, her heart a stone in her chest, forgetting all of her feelings except this new feeling of betrayal to herself and how easily she had almost forgiven him.
Why should I? [/color]The voice slid across her mind, silk rippling though the air, lightly pouring around her, soft at the touch and folding, enveloping her senses.
"Talyn" The name left ice on her tongue, her throat tightening as the coldness spread down it, her anger draining from her as quickly as the color in her face. She stood in place, afraid to move away from him as she heard him behind her. Fear settled in her, her heart like a bird, fluttering uncertainly in her chest. Her eyes burned, and she willed herself not to cry. She felt his fingers curl over her shoulder, and she squeezed her eyes closed, taking in a long, shuddering breath as she felt herself turning to him, not daring to look at him. Finally she felt him close to her, his body emitting warmth, though she knew this was just a mind game. No vampire gave off body heat; it was just an illusion he'd created for her.
His hand was on her cheek, tilting her head back, she felt him looking down at her, and kept her eyes closed. His thumb brushed gently over her cheek, caressing her skin.
"Look at me," his voice was hypnotizing, and her eyes pulled open against her will. His skin was pale, glowing in the moonlight. Strands of dark blonde hair fell into his eyes, that shone green in the light. Another illusion, she told herself. His eyes are black. He was wearing a black shirt, ending just over the waist of his dark blue jeans. She swallowed hard, willing herself to stay clam. His lips turned up in a smile, his head tilted slightly, eyes scanning hers, looking for something to move on. "I've missed you," he told her, his voice making the lights around her dance. She stared at his lips, not daring to look into his eyes. She may have been under his spell, but she wasn't stupid enough to give in completely.
"You only saw me a few times, why would you miss me?" She asked him, her voice shaking slightly. She felt his pride swell, and knew he enjoyed the fear he put in her.
"I missed seeing you." So he had been watching her. She felt a disgust rise in her, but it was greatly diminished by her fear of him. She tried to suppress the thoughts, but felt his anger in her mind while he went through her thoughts. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared though, and she knew he had seen the moment in the bar. She grit her teeth, cursing herself for not paying better attention.
"So you and Aubrey are over huh?" He smirked for a second, but quickly changed it to a gentle smile, trying to look as if he meant well. "What happened?" She clenched her jaw, a bit of her anger leaking through to her, giving her courage.
"You should already know." She said to him, almost wincing as it came out harsher then intended. He recoiled slightly, and she took this advantage to walk around him, continuing down the road. So close, she thought to herself. She wished with all her might he would leave her be, but felt dismay run through her when she heard him walking after her.
"Why are you always walking away from me?" He asked her, humor in his voice, trying to cover the fact that he was getting annoyed.
"Why are you always following me?" She shot back at him, ignoring the fear in her, making her chest tight. She was afraid she'd pushed it too far this time, when he stood taller, his eyebrows rising.
Bold tonight, aren't we Jayde?[/color] He whispered across her mind, while stepping closer to her. She swallowed, staying in place. Showing him she wasn't afraid. She raised her chin, holding onto her courage, knowing the worst thing to do would be giving into her fear, letting him take the advantage.
"As always," she replied, her face emotionless. He smirked again, looking at her foolishness in amusement.
"Forever defiant." He smiled at her, a true smile for once, and Jayde blinked a few times, but by then it had passed. "Bravery gets you no where," he said softly, his lips turning down, and almost as quick back up again, his desperate attempts to hold onto his humanity allowing her to read his emotions clearly. She took a deep breath, stepping back.
"I'm going home." She said to him, turning and beginning to walk away, but was stopped, and a gasp shot from her mouth as he jerked her hair back, holding his arm across her chest, shortening her breaths and pinning her arms down. In another instant, she was pressed against the building, her wrists slammed against the wall, held up by one of his hands. His other was on her face, softly brushing some hair from her eyes, his face soft with a gentle concern for her. She began to cry, struggling against him, trying to pull her arms down, kicking at him, but he stood between her legs, making them useless, and her wrists were scraping against the bricks, flecks of blood escaping the scratches.
"Talyn," she cried, "please." Her fear consumed her, clogging her mind and making her weak. Just like when we first met, she remembered.
She had been walking home, and gotten lost. Ending up on the outskirts of the city. She had been so oblivious, walking past a few vampires, not realizing. Not knowing they existed, until Talyn. He had been her first encounter with a vampire, and being one of the strongest, scared the rest away. He had talked to her, and gotten her to look into his eyes, she lost herself within seconds. And he almost took her, right here, she realized. He had pulled her hair back, as he was doing now. Her flash back was coming as reality, as he replayed the night before her eyes, her shivering under his fingers.
"Don't," her voice wavered again while he smiled at her, their faces close, then his lips against hers, him pushing his tongue through her lips. She tried to bring her head back, but he had her against the wall, and his hand held it still, not allowing her to turn away. She bit down on his tongue hard, hearing him curse and the taste of blood fill her mouth. She spit it out, afraid to let any run down her throat, fear of being bonded to him. He raised his hand from her face, and brought it back across hard. Tears exploded into her eyes as his hand smacked against her flesh. She trembled, taking short quick breaths, her eyes closed tight.
"Bitch!" He yelled at her, his face inches from hers. She let out a scream, turning her face to the right, trying to shut him out, sobs wracking through her frame. He threw her to the ground, her hands moving out to stop her fall. She hit the cement hard, vibrations of pain shooting up her arms, making the nerves in her shoulders spasm and contract. She collapsed, laying on her side on the ground, her arms now wrapped around her, fingernails digging into her arms, blood swelling around the tips. Her eyes were closed tight, afraid to look and see his face, distorted in rage, twisted into a hatred for only her, so different from that of which he looked upon everyone else. Only moments before, he had been so sweet and gentle. Almost laughing at her attempts at bravery. But so quickly, he had changed. Her fear had now grown into a terror only he could inflict on her, and she curled up on the cold ground, wishing to be dead while she listened for him to reach down for her. She felt his fingers brush against her, and she winced, her body recoiling and shaking as she started to shriek apologies and pleads.
"Please, I'm sorry." She repeated over and over, sobbing out the words and shaking beneath his fingers. "Please, please." She felt him lift her, standing her on her feet again. She backed from him, unable to stop her feet, grimacing, as she knew it would only bring more pain. She felt the building against her back, and raised her hands, still throbbing with pain, and shook, tears running to the corners of her mouth, tasting the bitter salt on her tongue, and the metallic blood from her split lip, where he had struck her. He ran his hand back, pushing the hair back behind her, away from her face. He shushed her, his face emotionless again, gently stroking her hair as he pressed her against him; her hands uselessly up between them, on his chest ready to push him away.
His face was next to hers, his skin soft against hers. She felt his hand brushing down her hair, his other rubbing her lower back slowly. She tried to force the fear down, but she couldn’t focus, her mind was only fixed on watching him, ready to throw her arms up and cover her face, protect herself from him. But he was past his anger, and now calming down. Slowly, she stopped shaking. He kept whispering in her ear, words she wasn’t even hearing. Finally she had calmed down, and opened her eyes, afraid she would see his twist into the anger, and the palm of his hand come towards her again, but he smiled at her. She felt her insides slowly unknot, and she took a deep breath, looking down at her hands, still pressed into his chest.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, looking down at her, his face blank. She felt her heart hammer in her chest, and refrained from biting her lip. This might be a trick, a setup for him to have a reason to beat on her, but then it may just be him realizing what he does to her. This wasn’t the first time. She thought back to the times he had hit her, choked her, hurt her. He always got quiet and calm like he was now, but he’d never asked her this. She tried to keep her mind on making up a decision. Waiting too long to respond might make him mad. But her mind was wandering; back to the three times she had ever seen him. The conversations had always turned to Aubrey, who she was seeing more and more frequently. And it had made him so mad. So insanely jealous, he had beaten her to tears, and the last time she had seen him, he had stabbed her with the knife she pulled on him. It was a stupid move on her part, even trying to fight back against him, but her foolish bravery, as he said, made her act.
The scenario flashed through her mind, lunging the knife at him, seeing it disappear from her hand, eyes widening in shock as an icy fire exploded into her stomach. She had screamed out, her eyes snapping shut, the darkness of her sense cutting off making the pain that much more real. He had jerked it back out, his eyes black while he bent to begin to drink from the wound. Lying, helpless, defenseless. Closing her eyes and letting a silent tear run in slow motion, her heart crying out, but she had already known it was over. She had taken a deep breath, and accepted her death. But it never came. His hands fell away from her, she heard him gasp and still dare not open her eyes. Then arms were around her again, and she felt weightless. She opened her eyes to a veil of darkness, thinking she was being carried away by death. Only to find out later, it was Aubrey that had saved her, and flew with her through the dark sky, forever away from the bastard Talyn who had tried to take her life.
But here he was, standing before her. Waiting for an answer she already knew but was afraid to give. She took a deep breath, glancing around, stalling for time.
“Well?” She couldn’t pick up a hint of emotion from his tone, so chewed her lip and looked down away from him, nodding her head, yes. She closed her eyes, ready for the pain but it never came. She blinked her eyes open, looking up at him. He wasn’t looking at her.
“Talyn?” She asked quietly, not understanding what was going through his mind. He shuddered when she said his name, almost as if disgusted by the sound of it. He shook his head, stepping back from her. She was confused, and walked closer to him, pulling at his arm. “What is it?” She asked him, curious as to why he would back off like this. Still holding onto his arm, she put her other hand up, turning his face to hers. He pushed her back, surprising her. She stumbled backwards, catching her balance just before tripping.
“Get away from me.” He muttered, beginning to walk away. She was stunned, after all that, he was just going to walk away from her. What the hell did I do? She asked herself while watching him slowly trudge up the street. She wanted to keep walking, get home, leave this city and never come back, live a normal life, but her heart told her to go after him. Damnit, she thought to herself while turning and taking quick steps towards him.
“Talyn!” He paused, turning his head so that he could see her approaching though the corner of his eye. Catching up with him, she crossed her arms. “You just walk away, what the hell?” She felt anger swell in her, and this gave her courage. He shook his head, turning to her quickly, her stepping back in surprise, flinching. He smirked at her, fucking mood swings. She cursed herself for not walking away. Closing her eyes, and took a quick deep breath and set her mind.
“You try to act brave, and you’re still so afraid.” He sneered at her, his eyes cold. She clenched her jaw, tilting her head to the side, fresh moonlight shining on her skin. She was taunting him, and he licked his lips, seeing a new side of her. Walking slowly forward, she ignored her pounding heart as she ran her hands up his chest, hiding her disgust deep inside her as she put her face next to his.
“If I’m so afraid, then take me.” She couldn’t see an immediate reaction, his face was beside hers, but she felt his lips against her neck, softly kissing her skin. She closed her eyes, her arms around his neck, his circling around her waist, pulling her closer. Her heart beat faster, nervous of the unknown.
Don’t be afraid, [/color]his thoughts drifted across her mind, lazily almost. But they soothed her. Not for the fact he was being gentle, but she wanted this. Her hands twisted through his hair, soft and thick between her fingers. Her thoughts flickered back to Aubrey, and she felt anger and sadness swell in her chest, longing for him. But oh, how she hated him. For everything. For what he’d done to her, treated her like nothing, how he’d left her, only to come back, make her feel worthless and leave again. And abandon her; let her walk the streets of this damned place alone. Leaving her for dead. Her nails dug into Talyn’s skin, and he smiled into her neck, still twirling her thoughts around. He felt her anger and mistrust for Aubrey, and smiled triumphantly. Stupid wench, [/i]he thought, holding her and looking at her face, her eyes shut tight, anger heating her face.
He watched her thoughts swell and throb, a hatred for the darker vampire growing. Smirking, he kissed the corner of her lips, turned down in frustration and pain softly. He ran his hand up her side, up over her neck and to her face, raking her hair back, the ponytail fallen out long ago. Her thoughts were still on Aubrey betraying her, though most of the anger was set by him, not truly her own. He didn’t care. Aubrey had left her, and he had stepped up. His scent enveloped her, as she accepted him to claim her, not even realizing herself doing this. He put his lips against the front of her throat, kissing her and moving down, she unconsciously tilted her head back, still lost in the maze of her own thoughts.
He felt her start to gather her thoughts, realizing what he had done. He smirked as her eyes opened, dazed, as if waking from a dream. He grabbed the back of her neck, jerking her head back by her shimmering hair, her not even awake enough to protest or cry out. He ran the tip of his tongue up her neck, feeling the blood pulsing so close, the vein throbbing beneath her thin layer of skin. He smirked, knowing he was finally going to take her. She was almost fully sober now; he could feel her sorting through her thoughts. He knew he could take her now, but he liked the struggle. The fear and pure instinct for survival coursing through her.
This was how he needed to take her. If he wanted to make her his, he was not going to have a weakling, she would hold him back. So he waited for her senses to come back, gently stroking her hair while she awoke from his spell. After a few minutes, that seemed much longer to him, impatient to cross her, and was pleased to see she was finally awake.
“Ready, my love?” He asked, his fangs complete in his mouth. Her eyes flickered to them, and she felt satisfied, and knew she what he wanted. She looked up into his eyes, faking fear, and went to take a step back, then raised her hand and smacked him hard across the face. He was startled at first, and dropped his hold on her. She smirked, and bent over, pulling out the knife. Hiding it in her hand, she strut over to him, putting her free hand on the back of his neck, him waiting, coiled. Like a snake ready to strike, but first seeing her intentions. She put her lips to his ear, and started teasing him.
“Who’s afraid now?” She asked him quietly. She felt him shifting though her thoughts, but she had already sorted them herself, and now held the knife at the base of her fingertips, pulling her arm back and swiping it across his cheek. A line appeared before her eyes, with blood dripping down from it, leaving dark red trails down his cheek. He winced, and she felt pride swell I her, finally making him hurt as he had done to her so many times. He moved faster then she could see, and in an instant her head was pulled back, her hair twisted around his hand.
“You drew blood,” he commented, running a finger over the slice mark she had left. “My turn,” He smirked at her, putting his lips to her neck, and slowly biting into her. She felt his teeth against her skin, and then start to pierce her. She let him, finally being converted, after escaping this inevitable fate for so long. But it stopped, and she was released, falling backwards. She landed painfully on her elbows, tears springing to her eyes. After a moment of shock, her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up to stare at Talyn…and Aubrey.