by Diane Nortje
“No!” I hear a man command me. Who dares to command me? Do they have a death wish? I turn to look at the man who dares.
Two look the same, I assess them, I judge their dark souls, only one darkness is mixed with light the other, the other is sin, the other is death, the other ones’ darkness calls to me. A challenge. I like a challenge. I take him in. The darkest of the lot. His darkness has an addictive scent to it. It fills my senses. I watch him smirk at me. No one has ever dared to do that. I smell him again, he does not smell of fear as the others do. No, he smells of something else. Something unfamiliar. Something ancient, primal, animalistic. Need. He smells like me. Dark, Powerful.
I make my way towards him, shoving my knife back into its holder, I will deal with his hound later. I circle my prey, because that is what he is. My prey. And I assess. I run my fingers down his back, he allows it, I know this, and I breathe him in. Again, the scent is confusing, yet addictive. I want this darkness he has. I run my fingers across his body, he doesn’t move, unearthly still. Yet I know he allows me to do this, yes, he allows it, why? His darkness, its more powerful than my power. But I still will not submit easily.
I come to stop in front of him and watch how he looks down at me. His eyes work over my body, yet he doesn’t touch me. Why doesn’t he touch me? Does he not want me? I do not know why I want him to touch me, but I do. I step closer to him and I feel the other men close in on us. They fear for this darkness. No, I will behave, only if I can have some of this darkness.
“Kneel.” I command them all. They will bow before my power. No one has dared not too. Not even those pesky princes.
I watch as all the men go down, even if they struggle against my commands, my magic is too powerful, they will succumb to it, my power commands it. They will do it. If they don’t, they will feel my wrath, that I cannot control. I look back to the man in front of me. He doesn’t kneel. Challenge fucking accepted.
He looks back over his shoulder to the men who are on their knees. He is amused by this. I will be the last one laughing when he is on his knees in front of me. I will not submit easily.
“I said kneel.” I hiss out to him. How dare he not kneel.
“You are the only one that is going to kneel before me tonight, little one.” He says to me, his voice, I remember his voice. Smooth, like silk running between my deadly fingers. Addictive.
I assess him again. I know him. She knows him. Need.
“You are the one that she denies me to have.” I hiss out again. I do not like to be denied.
“She?” His smooth voice asks me.
“My host. You do smell so fucking delicious. Your darkness, it calls too me.” I say to him while stepping closer to him. The men that surround him, struggle with my magic, they don’t want me too close to him. He is mine.
I run my fingers down his stomach, its hard underneath the shirt he is wearing. I do not like that he is covered before me. I grip the tie he is wearing and pull him down towards me, I want to taste him, and he will bend to my will.
I run my tongue along the length of his throat. He tastes good. I bite him. He pulls me closer. I want him. He releases a small groan when I do. I want more. I lick my way up his throat, tasting him, savoring him, he is yielding. He will submit.
My tongue finds his lips, and I run it long his lips. I taste, I want more. His mouth parts for mine, and my tongue enters his warm mouth. His tongue meets mine, and slowly massages mine. Caressing it slowly. He moans into my mouth. No, it is me that is moaning. My eyes fly open and I bite him, hard, drawing blood from his tongue. I know what he is.
My mate.
A low growl comes from the back of his throat as I pull away from him. I watch as he wipes the blood that comes from his mouth away. His blood tasted good on my tongue. I lick my lips with his blood on my tongue. I want to taste more. But I know I must behave, she will fight me more if I do not.
“Mate.” I whisper hoarsely out to him.
“Yes, little one, I’m your mate.” His hisses out to me. Is he mad I took his blood? He is mine after all. I claim what is mine. “Where is she?”
“She will return once she gains control.” I say dismissively to him. I don’t want to talk about this. I want to mate with him, since she will not. “It is irrelevant.”
“Why? She is your host, she controls you.”
“Yes, but she denies me to mate with you, I don’t like that. I will mate with you first.” I say dismissively.
“No, now allow her to return.” He commands me.
“You will deny me this?” I ask him. I don’t understand why he denies me. He is mine. I am his. “Is there another?” I ask him angrily. There will be no other.
“She will decide when she is ready, not you. Now allow her to return.” He commands me again.
I giggle, because I will not allow her, only when she is strong enough will she take control back. I’m denied to often the freedom to roam.
“Not even two sex princes could convince me to give up my hold, they had to force me to submit, I did enjoy the games they played with me though while trying to bring her back. Oh, the things they did to me. They also only wanted her back. What will you do too me, Mate? To make me submit? To let me give up my control? Will you fuck me?” I giggle out.
Not even the pesky princes could get me back, but it was fun watching them try. Eventually she gained control, I was only in control for such a short time, but I did eliminate almost entire race of monsters before she did. She hasn’t let me out since.
He growls at me, and my body responds. I look to him and his eyes have glazed over, a deep beautiful red, like blood. I like blood. I like his blood. He moves so fast that I didn’t even see him lift a finger. His one hand has gripped the back of my head, and the other is holding my neck steady. Will he kill me? If he does, she goes with me too.
I don’t fight him, but I do rest my hands on his arms. I know my power cannot compete with his. Everything in me does not want me to submit. I do not want to submit. But I fear he will make me. Even before she gains control. I want him to make me submit, it will not be easy. I am conflicted.
“I will not ask you again, allow her to return.”
“Make me.” I hiss out to him. I will challenge him, he must win to claim me.
His lips slam against mine, parting them violently with his tongue. He claims my mouth and I’m hopeless to deny him entrance. His tongue dances with mine, demanding control I refuse to give him. I pull him closer to me, but he doesn’t move his hands from holding me. I moan into his mouth when I finally move close enough that I can rub my pussy against him, he feels good against my skin.
He makes me feel, I’ve never felt for another, I will mate with him before I allow her control, I will not be denied. His grip on my throat tightens while the other hand angles my head back, to allow him better entrance to my mouth. I would not have denied him anyways. I bite his tongue again, I want to bite more of him, to taste more of him, but his grip won’t let me. So, I taste his blood again. It’s addictive, he growls at me. I do not care. I claim him, he is mine, my mate.
The more he attacks my tongue, the more I taste his blood, breathe in his scent, my will starts to fade, and I start to submit. He is like my drug; his darkness complements mine. Completes me. Owns me. And I know I will let him, every time. I know she will let him, every time.
I feel a familiar tug on my senses, I choose to ignore it, his taste is too good for me to ignore. I submit to him, my will has gone, I will not fight him. He is everything that my darkness craves, I will not deny myself him. He is mine, and I’m his. I pull him against me, I need to feel more. I need more of him. I feel his hard length pressed against me, he cannot deny the effect I have on him, that she has on him. We are one, even though we fight for control.
I feel it again, the familiar tug, but I’m too caught up in him to care. Until I realize what is happening, but it’s too late. I open my eyes, I try to pull away, too push him away, but he deepens his kiss, not allow
ing thought to return to me. She has me now, and she pulls me back under. She has control.
~Jacin~
I watched her. I watched her eliminate anything in her path before I could even move. How? I knew she had some sort of past before I returned, but I never thought anything like this. She is deadly. She is mine. And what a surprise to find one that might have survived the massacre. Deadly fuckers they were, but they were somewhat peaceful, somewhat. But there was rumors that there was a few that were unhappy with taking orders. Was she one of the ones that were unhappy? I doubt it, she must have been but a child when these rumors started.
At least I can say I have not had an outright war like when my father ruled. But I sense that is slowly coming to be. War between us is inevitable, one race always believing they are better, they are stronger than the ones in power, little do they fucking know. I am unstoppable. But I can’t expect anything less from these fuckers. We are not meant to take orders, not meant to be ruled. But we are too dangerous to be left to our own, too deadly. Humans wouldn’t stand a chance against us, so it falls on my shoulders that I see to it that they survive.
I sense Weyland approach me, I lift my hand to signal him to stop. She can’t hurt me, he knows it, but the way they are wired, they work on instinct. And they are right to worry, they sense it’s no longer Natalie, yet it’s her body, her face, her hand that is wielding the dagger that just sliced off the head of the demon. They should have known better than to attack what is mine, they are getting bolder, more desperate. Good. It will make it easier to find them.
She doesn’t even realize she has an audience, watching her killing as if it is nothing. She wasn’t comfortable with the dreams she saw, but she wasn’t scared either. She doesn’t want to kill, but she will kill if it’s necessary. So many things I don’t know about her. I’ve been avoiding her, when I could have been learning about her instead. But I know if I had stayed, I would have learned her body more than anything else.
When the last of them is laying on the floor, body parts separated from their body, pools of blood surrounding what is left of them, I scan the parking lot. I didn’t sense them before, or I would have gone in, fuck the treaty that’s hanging around my neck, and made them regret their own existence, but it seems Natalie is quite capable of doing that.
I watch as she takes us in, it’s clear now that she has no memory of who we are, those crystals clearly keeping many things from the beast that resides inside her. That will have to be changed, she needs to learn what can happen if she doesn’t learn to control herself, and I will gladly teach her. I know her beast within will enjoy it now, Natalie will learn, one way or another. She will learn to like our kind of fun.
Once I have control over Natalie, I put her into a deep sleep. I’m not sure if she will have any memory of this when she wakes, I hope she does. People believe their own memories, I don’t enjoy creating them, they are less believable, like the mind fights what it doesn’t know or believe.
I run my eyes over her body, running my fingers slowly down her body, there’s so much blood, none of it seems to be hers, but I need to be sure. I remove the blood that covers her body, with a simple thought, there doesn’t seem to be any damage done to her. No, she is too deadly for that.
I know I’m holding her close to me, and I don’t give a fuck, tonight could have ended a completely different way than it did. If she only followed my fucking orders. Bishop was there, waiting for my go ahead to get into the library. Did Natalie read the prophecy? Why was she in such a fucking rush to get it, it doesn’t make any sense, yes, my motives were very different a few weeks ago, but now, all I want to do is keep her close and safe, and she is making it fucking difficult.
“Take her home, put her in my room, I will be there shortly.” I say to Tray, while handing her to him He has now been released from her magic, that none of the others could withstand.
“Yes sire, what if she wakes while you are gone?” Tray asks me, while my eyes still run the length of her body.
“She won’t, I will release her from the spell once I return.” I say back to him, and with that he disappears with her in his arms, along with the other four.
Those fuckers are lucky nothing happened to her, I would have ripped their limbs from their bodies and buried them alive, just to watch them suffer, never allowing them to die, never allowing them to regenerate.
“Will someone get Bishop the fuck over here.” I shout out, and one of my men appear from the darkness.
“Yes Sire, I will inform him now.” He says to me and disappears.
“Dax get someone here to clean this shit up and find out who the fuck they belong to.”
“On it.” he says to me and then also disappears.
I look around at the carnage that Natalie left behind her. Complete and utter mind fuck. To come out without a scratch on her. That shouldn’t have been possible for a little witch. But she isn’t just a little witch, she is mine, mine to protect, and I will protect her, even if I must protect her from herself.
“Jacin.” Bishop says to me from the darkness behind me, disturbing me from my thoughts.
“Bishop, I need you to go in, see what you can find.” I say to him, not bothering to turn around. The darkness hides him well.
“What happened here?” Bishop asks, not sure if he would believe me if I told him.
“Seems my little witch is hiding something from me.” I admitted to him.
“It would appear so.” He murmured from the darkness.
“Could you get a read on her?” I asked Bishop, hoping that someone could give me a few answers before I must go cut it out of Natalie.
“No, I didn’t try. Sometimes Jacin its best we learn things on their own time.”
“I don’t have time Bishop, what don’t you understand?” I barked at him, finding him in the darkness that hides him.
“You’ve had many years Jacin, I told you of this long ago.” He says to me while leaving the darkness.
“She would have been but a child, Bishop. Even I have a line I won’t cross.”
“All I said to you was to find her, never said anything about killing her. Not all weaknesses are bad, we all have them, it depends on how well we hide them.”
“I can’t afford weaknesses, they will rip it to pieces if they know.”
“And now she is more?”
I hesitate, the more people that know, the more danger Natalie could possibly be in. But if Bishop wants to know, he would find out anyways. He is the Reader for a reason. And I respect him because of it. No point in hiding what will soon come out.
“Yes.” I state. There is no denying it.
“I will let you know what I find.”
I nod my approval to him. There is no point in denying what she is to him. He is another that has been at my side for as long as I can remember. He is the Reader, he controls the Watchers. And I control everything else in between. He said he saw her, but would not show me her, would not find her for me. I had to do it alone. When the time was right, I would, it was inevitable. Even though he didn’t know what she was back then, he still warned me against being rash about my decision on what to do about her when I finally found her. That is now two people who warned me of such. My mother wouldn’t be able to help me, even if I was on my last dying breathe. Sometimes, somethings are not as they seem. But I have her now, now I must just deal with the beast that sleeps within her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Come and play with my demons.” - Jacin
~Natalie~
I come too with a shock to my system. I’m not sure where I am as I take in my surroundings. The last thing I remember was the library, the constant tapping those demons were making. Then I let her out. Shit. What did she do? What happened at the library? I can’t say I blame her for blocking me out, I do it too her a lot. Still to this day I have no idea why she chose me, we don’t seem to get along at all.
I try to sit up, but I feel a tug on my wrists when I try to move the
m. I look above my head and my wrists are bound to a headboard. Fuck. I look down to my feet, thankfully they are still able to move. But I see my clothes are missing, I’m left lying in someone’s bed with my silly pink bra and panties. How does this keep happening to me?
I once again have the strangest dam cravings for something fruity and something sweet. The after effects of letting her out, I guess. I try to take in my surroundings, as much as I can, my wrists not giving much room to move about. The room is dark, all dark. Like my dark ass soul clearly. I can’t freak out just yet, even though I’m practically naked and tied to a bed. There is a fire going in the one corner of the room, casting some freaky looking shadows around the room. The moonlight is spilling in from the one window that runs the length of the room. Either I’ve slept a day away or only a few hours are missing from me. I don’t know which thought is worse.
I tug on the rope that binds my wrists, nothing gives. There is nothing sharp around me, there is only one other option, I light this rope on fire and free myself that way. I take stock of where she is though. Every time I try some magic, she quickly runs to the forefront, just in case she is needed. God knows what damage she caused when she was in control, I don’t need more problems.
I pull my body up closer to the rope, the first thing I see is the magic that runs in the twine of the rope. Oh, fuck buckets. I take a deep breath, and about to start the spell to release my hands when I hear him. How did I not hear him before?
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you Natalie.” Jacin says just above a whisper.
I look about, but nothing. I don’t see him. I shift my body to have a better look around the room. The room is completely dark. Dark walls, with pictures I can’t quite make out. I look back down to the sheets I’m on, they too are completely dark. I now realize where I am. Jacin’s room. I close my eyes, I take in a deep breath. I’m in his room, with next to nothing on and I’m tied to his massive bed. This isn’t going to end well. My will power is only so much, with everyday loosing strength. When I open my eyes, they open straight onto him, always finding, always watching him, how did I not find him before? I see him, sitting in one of the chairs near the fire. It looks as if he has something in his hand. I watch him bring the object to his mouth. A drink?