She had found him. Alive and unmarried but still there was the bitter reminder of his own proposal to her. How they were to be wed and she had run from it. Not from fear but from shame.
She turned to face the mirror in her room, lifting the length of charcoal tresses. Where the old brand from when she'd been taken as a slave, the crescent moon curling about the star rested on her neck... there was now angry jagged thorns of black about that brand. Demon mark.
A wince as she dropped her hair. Would he understand? She had to tell him, confess. She had to know that he would still love her even if she had been near drained by a demon and his own energy fed into her own.
She curled into the blankets of her bed hoping for the sweet relief of sleep. Instead only to find nightmares in the thick of night.
An assumption of dreams till the thick smell of rotting, burning flesh near choked her as she swallowed down the scent. A searing pain lancing across her side. Jagged lines that clawed like poison into her flesh... and a slow lapping course of a razor sharp tongue into that gaping wound cut out of her flesh. Lapping at her blood like kitten would at milk.
She woke from the nightmare hoping to free herself from it but only to find it was not nightmare at all. She screamed but nothing came out and the demon smiled at her with jagged teeth as his clawed hand curled intimately at her thigh. He remembered the gypsy well.
"Christian wants you back. We want you back, little witch."
Gravel and metal was the demon's voice leaving her to shudder. His fingers drifted where they should not and she trembled, claimed in his spell. Unable to move. To fight off his advances. She found her voice only because it was allowed.
"I am not his..."
"Indeed, but you are bound to us now... demon energy has leaked through your own magic has it not? Finding that you are a pretty prize... one who can bring life as much as death."
A growl at her throat lingered in an echo of the demons own growl of pleasure as he lapped at the bleeding, gaping wound of her belly. Tongue like a knife to cut her deeper.
Her fingers outstretched then, a twitch of energy allowed as she was freed a bit from his claim on her soul. It was enough. She knew it only would be a matter of time before they hunted her again.
Nails raked his flesh and drew jagged lines as her energy poured through her palms like dark fire and poison rivers. The demon screamed as if burned and withdrew from her. His rough hand slapped her across the face even as she struck out with her magic.
A whisper of words, a curse on her tongue woven and weaved a dangerous pattern as the peridot shade of her aura and magic was tainted all the more with blotches of onyx. The price of using the darker side of her spirit.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as that energy executed the demon. Tore out his eyes, severed his head from shoulders. Clawed out his heart. His blood coated her like crimson paint.
When it was done she sank to her knees, fingers covering that wound at her belly as she sent a silent request for Bey to find Kusinage. The truth would be revealed soon enough as blood spilled a fresh design on the floor,... the question lied in her mind like a sickness as she slipped into the dark despair of unconsciousness. How could he love her now?
She turned to face the mirror in her room, lifting the length of charcoal tresses. Where the old brand from when she'd been taken as a slave, the crescent moon curling about the star rested on her neck... there was now angry jagged thorns of black about that brand. Demon mark.
A wince as she dropped her hair. Would he understand? She had to tell him, confess. She had to know that he would still love her even if she had been near drained by a demon and his own energy fed into her own.
She curled into the blankets of her bed hoping for the sweet relief of sleep. Instead only to find nightmares in the thick of night.
An assumption of dreams till the thick smell of rotting, burning flesh near choked her as she swallowed down the scent. A searing pain lancing across her side. Jagged lines that clawed like poison into her flesh... and a slow lapping course of a razor sharp tongue into that gaping wound cut out of her flesh. Lapping at her blood like kitten would at milk.
She woke from the nightmare hoping to free herself from it but only to find it was not nightmare at all. She screamed but nothing came out and the demon smiled at her with jagged teeth as his clawed hand curled intimately at her thigh. He remembered the gypsy well.
"Christian wants you back. We want you back, little witch."
Gravel and metal was the demon's voice leaving her to shudder. His fingers drifted where they should not and she trembled, claimed in his spell. Unable to move. To fight off his advances. She found her voice only because it was allowed.
"I am not his..."
"Indeed, but you are bound to us now... demon energy has leaked through your own magic has it not? Finding that you are a pretty prize... one who can bring life as much as death."
A growl at her throat lingered in an echo of the demons own growl of pleasure as he lapped at the bleeding, gaping wound of her belly. Tongue like a knife to cut her deeper.
Her fingers outstretched then, a twitch of energy allowed as she was freed a bit from his claim on her soul. It was enough. She knew it only would be a matter of time before they hunted her again.
Nails raked his flesh and drew jagged lines as her energy poured through her palms like dark fire and poison rivers. The demon screamed as if burned and withdrew from her. His rough hand slapped her across the face even as she struck out with her magic.
A whisper of words, a curse on her tongue woven and weaved a dangerous pattern as the peridot shade of her aura and magic was tainted all the more with blotches of onyx. The price of using the darker side of her spirit.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as that energy executed the demon. Tore out his eyes, severed his head from shoulders. Clawed out his heart. His blood coated her like crimson paint.
When it was done she sank to her knees, fingers covering that wound at her belly as she sent a silent request for Bey to find Kusinage. The truth would be revealed soon enough as blood spilled a fresh design on the floor,... the question lied in her mind like a sickness as she slipped into the dark despair of unconsciousness. How could he love her now?