No White Knight: A Dark Romance

by Alta Hensley

  I pulled from his strong embrace. “I don’t care what we do as long as I’m with the two of you.” I sniffed and wiped away the tears, trying to regain my composure. “Anything is better than being delivered to my death.”

  “I told you, that it doesn’t have to mean death.”

  “But it is! It might as well. Even if I don’t mutate, what kind of life will I have working the mines?”

  “A better one than you would have with Pike and me. Look at us. Neither one of us is a true being. We both lack whatever the other has. I am nothing but a weak coward, while Pike is simply cruel and cold.”

  I shook my head. “But together…you are not. And don’t speak that way about yourself. You are loving, gentle, kind. You are the best of everything. The way you have treated me this past month is something I could never have imagined.” I paused to drum up the strength to tell Cross my true feelings. “I love you. I love you so much, Cross.”

  He looked at me surprised. “And my brother? Do you love him as well?”

  I shrugged and looked down at the ground. “I don’t know what I feel for Pike. It confuses me.” I looked back up into Cross’s deep onyx eyes and added. “But I do know that I love you. I love all that you are.”

  “I love you too.” Sighing, Cross shook his head. “We can’t give you what you need.”

  “Then take me someplace else. Anywhere else.”

  “We can’t do that, and you know it. We would be executed and they would hunt you down and do the same.”

  I reached out for Cross’s hands and pulled him close to me in desperation. “Buy me then. I would find a way to pay you back,” I suggested, feeling hopelessness take over all sense. “You can buy me to be your slave. You know this.”

  Cross wrapped me in his arms and kissed me on top of my head. “Truth, this is final,” Cross dictated. “You heard Pike. And I agree with him. We have nothing to offer you. Hours and hours, years upon years, in a metal transport ship is not the way to live.”

  My bedroom door slid open again. Pike entered, saying, “Regardless of what you may think of me, I do not wish you harm. Canary is a dangerous planet, but you will be fine. You are trained to survive.” Pike’s voice snapped my head to look in the direction of the doorway that he stood in. He walked toward me and pulled me from Cross’s embrace and placed his palms on both sides of my arms. “You need to trust that Cross and I can’t provide nor give you what you need. You are far better off anywhere else than with us.”

  I closed my eyes for a moment, searching my entire being for the power to not burst into tears and beg to be loved. I had to maintain some pride. “Fine. If I can’t have you, then I want this moment. I want this moment to feel you. I have less than twenty-four hours left.” I tentatively pressed my palm to his chest. “I want this moment to taste you.” I lowered my hand to the bulge in Pike’s pants. “I want this moment to feel your cock between my lips.” I quickly undid his pants releasing him from his confines. “I want you both again. Just this one last time.”

  Pike stood still, never making a move to stop me in my mission. I took this as a sign to continue on. I knelt down, softly placed his hardened cock on the base of my tongue, and closed my lips tightly around him. Looking up into his eyes, I began to move my mouth up and down along his shaft. Pike never looked away. He never closed his eyes for a moment. He watched as I began my seduction. I tightened my lips and worked my tongue in small circles along the entire length. His taste, his smell, and his entire aura were everything I imagined.

  Pike reached for my hair to stop me. “Truth,” he moaned.

  I looked up into his eyes with his cock still in my mouth. I pulled it out enough to whisper, “Don’t, Pike. I’m not just a Pallid Slave you are hired to transport. I am a woman with desires, needs, and a hunger for you and your brother.” I lowered my mouth down to the base of his cock and slowly back to the tip. Removing his penis just enough to speak again, I rasped, “Let me pleasure you.”

  Pike closed his eyes and threw his head back in euphoric surrender. I knew I had won this battle. I smiled wickedly at my success and continued my quest to please Pike like he had never been.

  “No. Stop,” Cross ordered. “This isn’t right.” He looked at Pike who now pushed me back and put his cock back in his pants. “We talked about this, Pike. The bond.”

  Clearly Cross and Pike had felt the lifeblood connection and discussed it. Cross also hadn’t tried to have sex with me since, and now it was all starting to make sense. They had made some kind of pact.

  “Well I’m glad I was included in this little agreement of yours,” I snapped as I fell to the floor, not caring to stand. “So because there was something special that happened between me and your lifebloods, you decided between the two of you that it is wrong. Without letting me in on that discussion?” I shrugged and closed my eyes in defeat. “I guess I am nothing but a Pallid Slave after all.”

  “I’m sorry, Truth,” Cross said as he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the bed. “We weren’t sure if you felt what we did. And yes, it scared us. We both had never experienced anything like that before, and we had a feeling it would only get stronger if we continued on. Because of the circumstances, we had to put a stop to it.”

  I laid down on my bed and turned my back to the brothers. “Fine. I understand. I am a slave awaiting delivery.” I took a deep breath so my voice wouldn’t crack and reveal my pain. “I’m tired. Can you both leave so I can get some rest? Tomorrow is going to be a big day for me, and I really should be rested. My life may depend on it.”

  Chapter 8

  I sat in my room and waited. I had been up most of the night, terrified of what was to come. Sad about leaving Cross and Pike even though neither wanted me. They had both made that very clear. I thought of my sister and wondered what she would suggest I do. I think deep down, I knew what she would say. Overpower the brothers. Take over the ship. Kill or be killed. Trinity was always more ruthless when it came to terms of survival, and she was the one dead. There was a part of me that knew she was right. I should fight to take over the ship. There were only two of them, and I had certainly killed more than two men at a time. I was skilled, and I could use my submission to fool them and take them by surprise. I could do this. I should do this. It wasn’t like either one of them had my best interest in mind. They were delivering me to a planet that meant almost certain death. I had to look out for myself. Kill or be killed. Yes, kill or be killed.

  No. I couldn’t.

  I cared. My foolish heart may very well end up being the reason for my death, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I cared. I could never kill either one of them.

  Although it was clear as day—I was alone and needed to accept that fact. The brothers would not be there for me. I had a choice. Live or die. And if I wanted to live, then I needed to be strong when I landed on Canary and become the soldier I once was trained to be.

  I remembered a time I thought I would for sure die. I had taken a bullet in my stomach and suffered in my sister’s arms waiting for death to take over. I had looked into her eyes, with the soft hue of pink from her lifeblood surrounding me in warmth, and whispered goodbye. Trinity didn’t allow it. She yelled. She shook me. She demanded that I didn’t give up. I was a soldier. I was her Lifeblood Twin, and nothing would defeat me. Over and over, she lectured while she held my wound closed with her hand. She would not allow fear to win. And she most certainly wouldn’t allow death to take me away.

  Fight.

  Win.

  Battle the odds.

  These were her words.

  I needed to remember that day, and pull from her strength. I needed to remember those words. She would want me to fight. She would not want me to beg and plead. I could almost hear her firm but loving voice now. She would tell me to hold my shoulders back, head up, and leave the brothers without ever looking back. March on, sister. March on.

  Yes, that is what I would do.

  I wasn’t surprised when Cross enter
ed my room—without Pike—with a sullen look upon his face. He quickly walked up to me and pulled me into his arms. It took him several minutes to speak, and all I could hear was the sound of his heart as my face rested against his chest. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you when we reach Canary. It will be the hardest thing I will have ever done, but it has to happen.”

  I pulled away enough to look into Cross’s eyes. “I will say this one last time. My only wish, my one true desire, is to be the slave you and your brother want to keep. That you both won’t decide to deliver me. But I also understand that you both have your orders. I am cargo. Our fates are sealed.”

  Cross placed a simple kiss on my cheek. “You are so much more than a slave to me. And whether or not Pike will admit it, you are more to him as well.”

  I shook my head sadly. “No, Cross. I am just a Pallid Slave. The day my sister died, I knew that wishes did not come true. I wished for her back, just as I wish to stay with you and Pike. Both will never happen. I’ve accepted my imminent death when I get off this ship.” Though dramatic, my soul spoke and I had no desire to hold it back any longer. Especially to spare Cross’s feelings. Let him know he was sending me to my possible death. He was. Let the guilt of that eat away at him every single day that I am gone.

  “Never! Do not assume you will die. Do you understand?” Cross boomed as his eyes turned black in fury. His loving demeanor quickly changed. “You are a Unin warrior. You are a soldier born to battle. Do not accept this as your fate.”

  I shook my head as I tried to control the tears from falling past the rims of my eyes. “Cross, I stopped being a soldier a long time ago. The drive for fight died the day my sister did. I am a beaten down, captured slave just like the others you transport.”

  Cross took a calming breath and caressed a finger underneath my eye to catch an escaping tear. “Truth, I love you. I love you, but your freedom is something I cannot give. It is not possible to give.” He paused to kiss where the tear had once been. “These slaves my brother and I deliver have always been faceless, nameless, and have never held a second in my heart. You, on the other hand, do. I will never treat you or put you in the same category as them.” Cross placed a soft kiss on my pouting lips. “Do you understand?”

  I shook my head in denial. My tears continued to fall. I didn’t want to cry or seem weak, but I could no longer hold in the pain. I wanted Pike, and his constant refusals broke my heart. I wanted Cross, and his inability to stand up for our love and me crushed my soul. I wanted both brothers so desperately, but the fates blocked it all.

  “Truth…if I could. I promised myself on the day I first made love to you that I would protect you to the best of my ability. I would shield you from pain and danger. I wake every day with the one purpose: to provide for you. But the harsh reality is I can’t give you the traditional. I can’t give you the normal. I can’t give you the type of love affair you deserve.” Cross kissed my forehead before continuing. “Pike is my brother and is not capable of giving that part of him. It is locked up. He is my twin and is a vital part of who I am. I can’t separate from him. Every part of my being won’t allow it. Pike and his aggression is not good for you. I don’t think you are safe around him and it worries me. But I can’t choose between you and him. It’s not physically possible for me to leave him.”

  I knew what he spoke of. It was only death that could have separated me from Trinity. Nothing or no one would stand between us if she still lived. I understood completely that Cross could never be without, or go against, his twin brother. It was impossible.

  “Pike would never hurt me. I know this.”

  “How? Pike is not like you and me.”

  “You are right on that, but I feel something from him. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least not really hurt me.”

  “Do you hate me?” Cross blurted out with sadness in his voice. “Should I have done more to stop him? Should I have done more to fight for you?”

  “I don’t hate you.”

  “I hate myself.”

  I reached up and lovingly stroked his face. “Don’t. Please know that I understand. I understand completely the pull of the Lifeblood Twin. I understand our situation and our future. I do not hate you at all. I will miss you so very much, Cross. Your gold light will always be a part of me.”

  “If I could give you my lifeblood, I would. If I could save you from this fucked up universe, I would. I wish I were stronger. You deserve that. For the first time in my fucking life, I wish I were Pike.”

  I looked into Cross’s eyes, wanting one last kiss, but was interrupted by Pike entering the room before I could say anything more.

  “Enough. We cannot allow emotions to take over, Truth,” Pike said. “I will no longer allow you to continue this conversation. We have landed and it is time for you to leave.” Pike walked to where I stood embraced in Cross’s arms and tilted my chin so I was clearly staring into his eyes. “You need to accept what I say. You need to stop with the idea that you, my brother, and I can live this fairytale you paint in your head. Accept us for how we are and how we will stay. It is important for you to be strong. Do not, I repeat, do not allow emotion to take over. Do you understand?”

  I nodded with the heavy feeling of defeat in my heart. “Yes. I understand.”

  “Then it is time to go.” He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the cargo hold. The sound of our footsteps bounced off the metal walls, and I looked around one last time knowing I would never see this ship again.

  “There have been reports of mutated canaries overpowering several mines on the planet.”

  “Meaning?” I asked. Was he trying to scare me so I would get the spirit of fight to replace the sadness threatening to drown me?

  “Meaning that mutated monsters that won’t hesitate for a moment in killing you are running free. Canary is more dangerous than ever before. They kill, they eat, they will tear your body into a million pieces. Do not, I repeat, do not let one near you. A canary will kill you without the slightest hesitation.”

  “Serves the planet right. These miners are the cause of this to begin with. Hopefully, if I mutate, I will kill every miner who forced me to inhale the toxic gas to begin with. Vengeance.”

  “Truth,” Pike said in a warning voice. “Do not focus on defeat. Focus on survival.”

  I had nothing more to say and simply walked beside him, hearing the footsteps of Cross close behind us.

  As the door slowly opened, he turned to me and said, “There will be two men waiting for you. Walk up to them, and right before you get there, make a hard left and run as fast as you can. Run toward the foothills of the east. They will have guns, but they won’t want to risk announcing to all the nearby canaries that they are here. And I seriously doubt they will want to waste any of their bullets. From what I have heard, it’s nasty out there. But if you have any chance of survival at all, it is on your own. Do you hear me?”

  I stared up at him in shock. Was he saying what I thought he was?

  “Truth!” he said above the loud sounds of the cargo opening. “Do you understand what I am saying? Escape. This is your one and only chance.”

  Pike was trying to help me. He cared. He did.

  “And do what?” I asked. “Take my chances with the mutants? Live and die alone while I wait to have the flesh torn off my bones?”

  “Survive god damnit! Do whatever you have to do to stay free and survive. Do not go with those men. I know you can do this. I know it. Run.”

  I nodded and turned to look at Cross one last time. Tears welled in his eyes as he mouthed goodbye, turning his back so he didn’t have to see me leave. I looked back at Pike and smiled.

  “Run, Truth. Run.”

  I nodded and walked slowly toward the men waiting to take me off to the mines of Canary. When I disembarked off the ship, I followed Pike’s command, pivoted on my heels, and ran as fast as I could.

  Goodbye Pike.

  Goodbye Cross.

  Goodbye.

  Chapter 9r />
  I hadn’t bathed in weeks—not since escaping from the fate of becoming a canary—and I’d be damned if I’d spend another night choking on my own musk. I raised my arms, flipping my tangled white hair into a loosely wound topknot. Piss yellow stains crusted in the pits of my fitted white t-shirt. I blinked as if sensing something rumbling through the tall grass. I knew standing around too long was asking for a world of trouble.

  I had seen the canaries first hand. Not all of them were killed at the mines when the mutation occurred. In fact, many had clearly overtaken the miners, killing all and now free to roam and cause death and destruction throughout the planet. Only a day after Pike told me to run, I’d stumbled upon a mine and was shocked to find chewed, bloody, half-eaten bodies all around. Signs of a battle were evident, but clearly the canaries had won. And in the far off distance, I could hear a sound that would forever be ingrained in my head.

  Teet, teet, teet, teet. The call of the canary.

  I didn’t know if I was safer on my own on a canary-infested planet, or risking my chance with the toxic gas and seeing if I became a mutated canary. Regardless, I was alone to roam with the creatures who were caught in the vicious cycle somewhere between life and death. It didn’t take long since arriving on Canary for the soldier part of me to take over. Goodbye Pallid Slave, hello Unin soldier.

  I heard the faint rippling water even though I couldn’t see it yet. After walking further into the trees, I saw it. I hadn’t seen crisp clean water in so long, the whole thing felt slightly dreamy. I unraveled my laces, kicking my boots to the side. Smooth rocks were scattered on the damp edges of the bank. With no one anywhere to be seen for miles, I slunk out of my shirt and shimmied out of my filthy pants. Water squished between my toes, and I’d never felt more alive. If being chewed to death by rotting cannibals was the best I could hope for—I reasoned—what’s left to lose?

  Cupping water into my hands, I poured it slowly over my ivory hair. It dribbled down every crease and curve before zigzagging down my thighs.