by V Domino
We watch the stars move across the sky in comfortable silence, listening to the occasional critter scurrying about. Ronny is supposed to be my enemy, a foe I'm supposed to hate and loathe but in truth... Ronny feels like a part of me. Perhaps if we were humans, I'd be trying to woo her and court her. Take her on dates and introduce her to my parents.
The thought hits me hard.
We can't do that. I am a guard in the underworld and Ronny is a vampire in the human world. How cruel it is to find your other half and have no future together. What will happen when this is all over? When Merelda is dead and gone, will we sever the bond?
I want to keep Ronny. I do. I want her body, her hands, her mind, her strength... I need it all. I turn my head and open myself up to a kill only she can take.
"I want you so bad. Every inch of your sinfulness, every ounce of your poison, every one of your screams... I want it all, Black Bird, and it fucking scares me. The future holds nothing in stone."
Her breathing is halted as if she's holding it but then she turns away from the stars and looks into my eyes, peering into my soul. I let her see the confusion and need deep in them too. I won't hide my fears, not if she's my mate. Secrets don't belong in a bond as ours. Maybe my honesty is premature but it is what it motherfucking is.
"I live for today, Drug. Let the future worry about the future because there is none if today isn't first and foremost in a person's life. Looking ahead and looking back leaves you blind to the now. Ghosts and what ifs keep you from what's right in front of you. I may not be the most moral person in all the realms and I might be the most venomous of all," Ronny sit up a little, leaning on her elbow as she smiles at me, showing her leaking fangs and it gets me rock hard in an instant, "but this bond has shown me that loyalty is beyond your blood. Devotion is deeper than familial ties and those two things I have seen in your eyes when you look at me. I hope you know, I'd kill for you."
I pull her over my hips and use my hellhound magic to force out my claws. Slowly I cut her black leggings straight down the middle and rip the stitch with ease. No panties to be found and I groan as I push my hard length, still covered by my jeans, against her bare pussy. With her pants looking more like thigh high boots I look up at her fully black eyes.
"Let me have a taste of your venom, Black Bird."
Ronny has many different hisses, Threatening, excited, pissed, but the hiss she gives me now is easily the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
"I'll give you damnation, Drug."
I pull her hips forward and let her ride my face.
After a long and oh so hard session of damnation, Drug fell asleep soundly.
I need to feed but being with Drug seems to quell the hunger and I'm not just talking about the sex but just being near him seems to keep the hunger for blood at bay. Maybe it's another bond thing.
After changing into a new set of clothing I brought with us, I spent most of the night watching him sleep like a total creeper but who could blame me? He's so handsome and hard but while sleeping, he softens like an innocent human. Plus he's not a mouth-breather so that helps.
After pissing me off yesterday, I wanted to end him. I shifted because I was so tempted to see if his head was easy to remove. My crow seemed to settle my anger enough that I actually listened to his story.
It was tragic and also one of the most authentic moments I've ever seen from him. Not that Drug isn't real but normally he's closed off or quick to cover his true feelings with a sly smirk.
His story touched me deeply, it resonated with my own. Of course until recently I had no idea his grandmother was the cause of my sisters and I growing up parentless but the wicked old bag killed both of our parents. Knowing that the bitterness I held for ages was for naught helped me to feel lighter.
Sort of.
You see, the concept of love was blanketed in my resentment that even my parents didn't love us enough to stay with us. I grew up thinking love is as weak as an ice cube in one's hand. Solid and strong until the heat melts it to nothingness.
The thought that we were unlovable and unwanted built a barrier around my mind and heart. I was unwilling to ever give into the foolishness of love.
Now though? Knowing that my parents didn't leave us but were killed has lifted that boulder of animosity from my shoulders and crumbled the wall of indignation I built around my heart. Am I saying that Drug is suddenly my everything? No, I'm not quite there yet but he is my mate and I do like him and what he can do with his sinful body.
I want him like nothing else but that doesn't mean I will keep him if he can't be my partner and trust me as he would himself. The moronic tantrum he had yesterday shows he has issues he needs to work out before we can decide on this bond and if he doesn't tighten that shit up, I will have the bond severed... no matter the pain it would cause.
Why? Because this bitch don't play.
Shaking my head, I pull my phone from the duffle pocket. I don't often use human devices but I do like these little gadgets. I've watched mankind throughout history and I enjoy seeing the success they accomplish despite the fact that most humans hardly have long lasting appreciation for such gifts.
Swiping the phone, I open the dark web app I have and log into my dark account, RonnyCrow2020. Yes, I even have social media apps like TikTok, all under my own name. After all, what can a mere mortal do to me?
This time though, I'm logging on to check for a new fight I've been waiting on. That's right, I love me some brutal underground fighting. Shocking, I know.
I have many interests and fighting is one of them. Sometimes I watch the supernatural fights and I love those like nothing else but watching humans with their finite abilities rise to the top without supernatural gifts is fucking amazing.
This feed is from New York, a ring I'm desperate to visit. Barbarity is hella brutal and run by friends of Mayfly, though I doubt the Italian Mafia knows he's a supernatural being.
I'm watching the sexiest human man I've ever seen take on the King of the ring. I think I hear the crowd calling him Nico the Cold, Twitch and him are head to head but suddenly the phone is ripped from my hand.
"What's got you groaning like a wanton woman?" Drug's deep voice sends shivers all over my body but I hide it. No need to give him a big ego.
"Sexy men fighting," I tell him unashamed. Secrets are pesky little black spots that'll grow into vines that keep couples from blooming and I have no plans to become a liar. It's best he knows he's not the only one I find breathtaking even though he's number one on my list.
Is it okay that I kind of want him to be a little possessive and jealous? Probably but I don't care.
"Sexy? The only sexy I see are the two women in their corners."
Hissing I take the phone back and click it off while Drug barks out laughter. Asshole. I shove things into the bag, including my shredded leggings. Drug is lucky he's so damn good and brings me to heights even I can't reach on my own otherwise I'd rip his talented tongue out right now.
Hm, I guess I'm the jealous one.
"Come on, the sun is almost out and we need to get moving." Drug gets to his feet and holds a hand out to me. How sweet.
I take his hand and pull myself up while yanking him down to the ground once more. Ha! That's what he gets and now I'm the one laughing like a maniac.
This is fun, something I usually only have with Rory and Rox. It's refreshing to banter and fool around with Drug, even when he's frustrating me with his teasing jokes.
Drug stands once again and slaps me on the ass hard enough to scare the rising birds in their nests. We watch them scatter and flap away but something catches my attention. On one of the branches of the tree directly in front of us is a large black moth.
Any other time I'd think nothing of nature's creature hanging around in the woods but Merelda uses moths as her familiar. Disgusting little demons.
"Do you see that?" I ask without taking my eyes off the offending little creature.
The moth turns to dust and as it falls to the ground, the ash floats to the east without the help of wind. Yeah that was definitely Merelda.
"What a fucking creep! She watched us! That motherfucking sadistic voyeur watched her grandson like a nasty ass bitch. I will cut her eyes out." I'm simultaneously sick and angry.
Drug continues to stand there, molten lava for eyes as he stares at the branch. I put my hand on his arm but before I teleport us away, I feel my head spinning.
Another vision is coming to me and it's strong. Not as crippling as the last one but the effects are still strong as hell. Damn I hope we find these talisman soon because I need to hone in this gift before it comes on at the wrong time.
When the world stops spinning, I'm standing in front of... me? Damn, I look good in those shorts. I never realized I got a nice booty going on. Okay, definitely not the time to be admiring myself.
Future me is standing on the edge of a fifty foot drop and below is a fast flowing river but it's not the river she's watching. She looks nervous as hell and ready to jump into action at any moment.
"Oh shit!" Drug's scream catches me off guard and makes me jump like a cat in water. It's then I realize I'm still holding his arm. I turn and look at him and he's watching future me reach down and tug on a hand until future Drug is pulled up from the side of the cliff.
"Got it!" Future Drug shouts winded as he holds up whatever he climbed down the cliff for. Future Ronny smiles at him and reaches for the object which looks to be a wooden carving of a tree. It's broken and aged. It looks like the delicate branches that were carved long ago have been broken, making it look like a gnarly wand.
As soon as future Ronny's fingers touch the wood, the ground shakes like a tremble from an earthquake. The spot future Drug is standing on breaks and he begins to fall off the cliff while future Ronny and I scream.
The vision begins to leave without the spinning or light headed feeling and quickly we're standing in the same spot we started out in.
Quickly I turn to Drug, fearing I left him behind... can I do that?
"Oh snap! I'm sorry!" In my fear, my nails pierced through Drug's bicep. I pull away and wait for him to say something, maybe curse this entire mission and leave me because it seems that in two visions, Drug usually ends up hurt. Instead he chuckles.
He fucking chuckles until it turns into full on belly laughs. I can't hold back my laughter either so I turn and begin walking.
Even though his laugh sends a warm feeling through my body and does curious things to my heart, I still yell over my shoulder above his contagious sounds.
"I'm glad you find this all hilarious."
I hear his feet crunching gravel as he jogs to my side. The smell of his tantalizing blood makes my mouth water so much that I wipe my chin to make sure I didn't drool. I can feed from him but it's not nourishment. It’s a sexual thing and it might be what tightens our bond but it doesn't sustain my hunger at all.
"I don't find the situation funny, Black. Your fear for my well-being though, that's cute and I'm laughing for two very funny reasons. One; you let your panic freeze you so badly that you didn't think to just jump with me and teleport us back up. Two; it'll take much more than a fall off a cliff to kill me." The asshole chuckles again.
"Hm, but you can be killed. Good to know." I give him a sassy wink which makes his ridiculous chuckles die off quickly.
Now that we know where we need to go and what we're looking for, we teleport to the cliff we saw in Ronny's vision.
Questioning how I was able to witness the vision alongside her is unnecessary especially when we don't know how her abilities even work to begin with. I'm certain it's the same as teleporting with her, all I need is her touch to be able to siphon with her.
I checked in on my brothers last night before falling asleep and they seem to be making progress in their individual missions. Draven still sounds grumpy as hell but Drac sounds different. I can't quite pinpoint why he sounds different but I'm sure it has something to do with his pink crow.
Both of them have seen the moths as well. It seems Merelda is watching but not attacking. Maybe it's because we're all separated? I'm not really sure but I'm on high alert.
The cliff is a steep drop but again, it won't kill me.
"Okay, Black Bird. This is the spot. Let's have a look around and see what we're working with. Whatever happens, don't touch the talisman until we contact Darren. Maybe he'll have more information for us."
I toss the duffle bag ten feet back and remove my shirt. My embers burn strongly at Ronny's heated gaze as she blatantly stares at me. I feel like doing something stupid, like flexing or something else as equally as embarrassing.
"Don't start strutting like a peacock, Drug." Ronny says with an eye roll.
I swear this girl is begging for a spanking.
Scoffing, I walk to the edge of the cliff and see there's only one path down, this must be where I was climbing. I look around and spot where Ronny and I stood before the cliff broke off and can clearly see the dry crack in the ground.
"If we tried altering the future by me teleporting down instead of you climbing, maybe we can avoid the earthquake?"
I think about it for a moment, imagining every outcome but none of that will work because it was her touch that caused the earth to tremble.
"No, I'll climb down. Nothing happened during the climb anyway."
Squatting I grip the point of a large boulder in the ground and brace myself as I swing my legs over the edge and begin my descent. There are a few good handholds along the wall but I'm not sure which way to go... left or right.
Deciding to go right, I see a huge black moth off to the side. It's too far for me to be able to smash the fucker and throwing a flame is almost impossible in the position I'm in so I settle for throwing the finger. Fucking despicable woman.
A little further down I go, until I see the corner of a box sticking out from a crack in the dirt and rock wall. Awkwardly gripping it between my fingers and thumb, I try to pull it free but my fingers keep slipping. I let go and reposition my feet and left hand to brace myself better.
With my right hand pulled back, I swing my fist forward and punch the wall with as much force as I can put into it.
"Be careful, Drug!" Ronny chastises me from the top. Her fears are probably the cutest things about her. They're endearing but wholly unnecessary.
The rock cracks and crumbles with my strength. I blow the dust from the box and see that I can grip it much easier. Finally, I'm able to pull on the box but the wood is aged and the side breaks off before I can pull it free from its place in the cliff wall.
I look into the box and see the carving I made for my mother ages ago.
With the talisman in my hand I climb back up with ease. Ronny helps pull me over the edge with her grip on my forearm, carefully avoiding the statue in my hand.
Knowing the cliff can easily break, we move back toward the duffle.
The wood is brittle in my hand but the memories are as strong as ever.
"My mother loved this gift," I say softly as I turn it in my fingers. It's six inches long and the twine my mother tied around it is still there but the branches I created are broken and most are missing.
"I'm sure she did. I can see it was a beautiful creation and any handmade gift is made with love. She must have been a wonderful woman, Drug."
That makes me smile, "Yeah, she was..." my words are cut off when the black moth I forgot about flies right at my face making some fucked up noise like an angry bird screeching.
I swing my hands to fight off its attack. It's a huge mistake because Ronny does the same and our arms collide. The sculpture falls from my hands and Ronny catches it on reflex.
The ground shakes violently and the cliff's edge breaks off, falling to the river belo
w but leaving us safe up here.
Still though, I grab onto Ronny and see that her eyes are white while her hair floats around her face. Her hand is still holding the sculpture tightly but I can't get her out of her trance so I scoop her up and grab the duffle just before the next piece of the cliff crumbles. I continue running with Ronny over my shoulder as the ground shakes beneath my feet.
Black Bird, are you okay? Speak to me. My worry is evident in my mind as I try to reach her mentally but it's no use because it's as if there's a giant storm in her mind and the winds are keeping me out.
Dray, Drac, if you find the talisman, do not let your mates touch it. Not until we have Darren with us. Be on the watch for Merelda's moths.
Their voices come through and confirm they've heard me but even their voices are disrupted and difficult to hear. Like a radio losing its connection. What the hell is happening?
The earth continues to rumble but loses its fierce shaking quickly. I find an open field and stop, laying Ronny down on the grass. Her lips are moving rapidly but no sound comes out. I brush her hair from her face and watch her eyes switch back and forth from white to blue to black.
"Shhh, Black, I'm right here. I'm not leaving." I tell her as I keep watch over her beautiful face and growl when I see her face morph into a look of fear. I hate this! I fucking hate the useless feeling running through me. I can't reach her or my brothers mentally and I need them here now.
I grab the phone she had with her and try to unlock it but somehow hit the camera instead. Growling, I toss it aside not willing to waste a second on it. Then I remember the necklace! It's around her neck.
I hold her arm and rub the moonstone, whispering the chant Darren told us but nothing happens. Sitting alone in the fucking field with Ronny in this paralyzing trance wondering what the hell to do is absolutely torturous
Suddenly there's a crackling in the air and the wind kicks up wildly, throwing pebbles and dirt everywhere. I shift immediately knowing it's none other than Merelda but instead of the old bitch stepping through her portal, a young girl comes forward.