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Waiting for Darkness (Blood Martyr)

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by Fionn Jameson


  The room went silent, except for the sounds of his breathing.

  I could have left. I could’ve pulled the chair from under the door, and just walked out. Like he asked me to.

  “No.”

  I couldn’t do it.

  “I’m afraid you can’t just throw me out, Jamison. This is my fault. I am responsible for the way you are right now. You can’t do this to me,” I said softly.

  He turned over, staring at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you lost your hearing? Didn’t I tell you to just fucking leave me alone?”

  I shook my head and peeled off my jacket. “Well, it sucks for you, because I’m not leaving.”

  “What are you doing?” He asked, pulling himself up as I pulled the white camisole over my head and let it join the rest of my clothes on the sterile hospital floors.

  I had to admit, I felt a bit silly in just my underwear, but there was nothing else I could think of. If I couldn’t comfort him with words, then the only thing I had left was my body.

  Slipping in under the thin hospital sheets, I could feel his body rigid next to mine, his skin strangely cool.

  “I fucking hate you. You think you’re different from Raylene, that you’re tamer than she is, but in truth, you’re just as sadistic as she was.” He whispered, as I put my arms around him, and pressed myself against his back. “You do this to me, when you know that I can’t do anything in return. You offer release to a man who’s in too much goddamned pain to take what you want to give.”

  I laid my head against the nape of his neck and breathed in the cinnamon scent of his skin. “Hush.”

  It took a while but slowly his body started to thaw, started to lose the stiffness, and when he turned around to face me, to curl his lithe body against mine, he was soft, pliant. I cradled his head against my breasts and hummed a lullaby that had been lost centuries ago.

  “Will you leave me?” he asked quietly, voice heavy from sleep.

  “No.” I said. “I won’t leave you. Ever.”

  And I meant every damn word of it.

  TO BE CONTINUED…

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