The Darkness in Me

by Diane Nortje

  I take in another big breath, I know I have her inside me, but she does things I don’t think I will approve of. She never allows me to see, which in a way I’m grateful.

  “One attacked me, I managed to get it off me and slit its throat, but after that they all let out this scream that brought me too my knees. I was going to pass out from the screaming, when I let her out.”

  “And then she took over?”

  “Yes, she doesn’t let me see what she does when she is in control.”

  “So, you don’t remember anything after that until you woke up?”

  “I remember nothing, only what she allows me to, which is never much.”

  “I see.”

  I don’t like the way he said I see. That’s an I see, like shit is about to change real fucking fast.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “I wear my human skin well.” - Natalie

  ~Natalie~

  I watch as Jacin stands and makes his way over to the bed I’m lying in. I don’t know what I’m to expect next, but the look in his eyes tells me it’s nothing I’m going to enjoy. I watch as his eyes run the length of my body, as if he is searching for something on my skin. The heat in his eyes is undeniable but the way they run quickly over my body makes him look as if he is conflicted on what to do.

  “Where are they?” Jacin finally whispers out to me from the end of the bed. I wouldn’t have heard it is I wasn’t listening for his next question.

  “Where is what?” I ask Jacin. Looking back at him. I don’t understand his question?

  “Where are the rest of these?” Jacin says to me, his face remaining impassive as he digs into his pants pocket and then withdraws a fisted hand.

  I watch as he opens his hand that is now placed over the bed, and the five tiny crystals, my tiny crystals, fall from his hand and onto the bed. I want to dive for them, but my bonded wrists keep me firmly in place.

  “Please Jacin, don’t lose them, I can’t lose them.” I whimper out.

  “Where are the rest of them, Natalie?” Jacin barks out at me.

  “They can’t be removed, I need to put those ones back in. She will get control again, I can’t risk it.”

  “Where are they, Natalie?” This time he shouts at me. My eyes lock with his, there is anger in his.

  “I can’t tell you Jacin. They need to stay hidden.”

  “Have it your way then.” He murmurs to me.

  I watch as he climbs on the bed, I watch him, I take him in. He has never been this close to me before in this state of undress. I watch his muscles work beneath the shirt that has been left open. My eyes roam his body, and I have to suppress a groan of approval. His tattoos I now realize are more death runes, they look ancient, beyond my understanding. What could he have done to have them put there? Who was brave enough to do so? The runes are mixed in with scenes of death. His entire torso is covered with death, I’m oddly drawn in, I still want to trace them with my tongue. Learn every single one of them, learn the taste of his body. If only.

  Jacin moves himself to straddle my waist, I should have fought back, should have done something, but I was to engrossed in this man’s body to think beyond my own survival. My girly parts and brain are once again not working together, one telling me yes, the other, the sane part of me, is telling me to fight back. Just do something. But I don’t want to do anything other than this.

  “Last chance little one, where are they?” Jacin asks me while bringing my knife up towards my body. I watch as he runs the tip of the knife from my stupid pink bra, down the center of my body, slowly making its way to my panties.

  “No.” I state. I’m not just going to bend to his demands.

  “No?” Jacin repeats. He starts to laugh, its cold, detached. Its evil. The goosebumps start to pop up all over my body and I know, I know, that was the wrong answer.

  Before I can say anymore, the knife Jacin is holding comes up and slams down right beside my head. Ripping into the fabric of his bedding and piercing the bed beneath us.

  “Wrong answer.” Jacin says to me and grips my face. I can’t help but look into his eyes, and into the eyes of whatever is lurking beneath his. “Now tell me where they are!” Jacin commands me.

  I start to feel a tingle in my mouth, it slowly works its way towards my tongue and before its reached the tip of my tongue, I feel the words in my voice, in my mouth, before I can even begin to stop them. “Behind each ear, under each foot, in both of my wrists.” I feel myself say, without an ounce of willpower not to say a thing. This fucker is going to pay.

  “See now, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

  “Fuck you Jacin, don’t you dare!”

  “Didn’t I tell you before, you will look good covered in blood. This won’t hurt, little one. I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

  “Weyland!” Jacin shouts over my struggles, he really is going to do this. He really is going to cut them out. Doesn’t he understand that they can’t come out, if they do, she comes out with them.

  “You called, Sire.” Weyland says to Jacin over my screams. I didn’t see him enter the bedroom, but I should know better, he never strays far from Jacin. I should really calm down, nothing good come from going into panic mode, but I can’t, I can’t let her out.

  “Jacin, please, if you take them out, she will come out. These are the only things holding her back!” I shout at him.

  “She will behave for now. Don’t worry little one, I can handle her.” Jacin whispers into my ear.

  “Hold her legs down Weyland. Hurt her and I’ll fucking take your hands off for it.” I hear Jacin order Weyland over my continued struggles.

  “Sorry Natalie.” I hear Weyland say to me as he comes up to the bed I’m on. I feel his cool hands grip my ankles ever so lightly. But I’ve felt his power before, it was nothing to knock me flying from the door, it was nothing to throw me over his shoulder, this is going to be nothing.

  I feel Jacin run his hand over the bottom of my ear, he makes his way behind my ear, slowly running his fingers over my skin. If you didn’t know the crystals were there you would never feel them, even I sometimes can’t feel them. But Jacin, runs his fingers ever so lightly over the one crystal, drawing tiny circles on it, making me shiver. Why does he have this effect on me?

  “Hold still little one.” He says out to me. His smooth voice licking my skin as it runs down my body.

  “Fuck you.” I grind out to him.

  I didn’t even see Jacin move his hand, one second, he was drawing circles over the crystals the next second, he has gripped my face, holding it in place while the other hand that is now holding the knife, that was only a second ago still wedged into the bed, slowly cuts behind my ear.

  Jacin makes quick work of the crystals that are behind my ears, I hear them being pushed out of the small cut he made for them and then nothing. I don’t feel the cut, I don’t feel the trickle of blood that should run down my neck. I feel nothing.

  “How are you doing that?” I ask him.

  “I would never hurt you, Natalie. When will you realize that? You are mine to protect.” He states, as if I should know this already.

  “If you want to protect me Jacin, then don’t do this!” I argue with him, he doesn’t seem to understand.

  “Two are out, and I haven’t seen her make an appearance yet.”

  “Maybe she is worn out from whatever she got up to before. But don’t be mistaken, she is watching everything.” I warn him.

  “Good, then she knows who controls her.” Jacin says to me flippantly. “Now be a good girl, and don’t kick too much, I don’t want to cut you unnecessarily.”

  “No, you just want to poke me with your pointy end.” I say to him sarcastically.

  “You have no idea little one, now be a good girl and hold still.”

  I watch as he moves down my body to where Weyland is still holding my ankles in place. I try my best to kick Jacin off, but my tiny force doesn’t even affect him. His back is now turned away from m
e, and I pray a silent pray that I can kick him off me like I’m some rodeo horse. But I know, without me using magic, which I will not be chancing anytime soon, I have no power here.

  Jacin climbs off the bed and Weyland takes his place, only the weight of Weyland straddling me does nothing for my girly parts. Nothing at all. My brain is in full control now.

  “Don’t let him do this Weyland, he doesn’t know what he is dealing with.” I plead with Weyland, while Jacin is running his fingers on the inside of my foot. Making me want to giggle with how ticklish it is, but with Weyland holding my ankles down, they barely even move.

  “Will you stop! That’s ticklish!” I shout at Jacin, who doesn’t bother to answer, but at least he has stopped the tickling.

  “Weyland, please!” I cry out now, no one is listening to me. Why aren’t these cavemen listening to me?

  “Do not worry Natalie, we will teach you to control her.”

  “What will you guys know about it? You won’t even tell me what you are!” I shout at them.

  “What we are is enough to ensure your safety Natalie, nothing will happen. She knows it too now.”

  “What did she do?” I ask him, I want to know what she does when I’m under.

  “She, you, are a ruthless killer, that enjoys to bathe in the blood of her enemies.” Weyland says out loud.

  “What?” I ask him, the horror in my voice echoing around the room.

  “It was the sexiest fucking thing we have seen in fucking years.” Weyland says to me, while grinning ear to ear.

  “You two are insane!” I shout out to the both of them. Not like they are listening too closely to my outbursts.

  I once again never felt the cuts that Jacin must have made to get the crystals out. Or the blood coming from such a place of my body, but I did feel him lick my foot, and then the other one. Like honest to god, he just licked my foot.

  “What the hell are you doing down there!” I once again shout out at Jacin, half expecting him not to answer me again.

  “I’m closing the holes from the crystals.” He replies to me, like licking peoples feet is the most normal thing in the world.

  “So, you licked me? You didn’t lick my ears!” I shriek at him.

  “Didn’t I?” Jacin asks me, while raising his one eyebrow at me.

  I eye him suspiciously! I didn’t see him move, but I was too busy to notice his small movements. What is he, that he can move without even being noticed?

  “Weyland, hold her hands down, I’m going to remove the binds now.” Jacin says to Weyland, who seems to be enjoying this way too much.

  I watch one man get off me, only to be replaced by another. Not that I was complaining much, hell. What woman would? Having these two men on top of her. Only, my body and mind react to the one, who is cold, distant and is basically bound by whatever honor code works for him.

  Jacin sits and waits on top of me for Weyland to have enough grip on my hands. He’s sitting there like it is the most natural thing in the world, and I can’t help but take him in some more. His tattoos that cover his body seem to tell stories. The one tattoo gains my attention. An angel, bowing down, on some sort of battle field, to a demon. It’s not the angel or the death that litters the field that grabs my attention, it’s the demon.

  The demon is massive, with two sets of black wings that expand the length of the battle field. The demon has two sets of arms, that are etched with death ruins, much like Jacin’s, but Jacin has more than the demon depicted in the tattoo. The rest of his body is covered in some ancient attire, that I can’t quite place, where or when it comes from. The demon reminds me of death, of sin. He is deadly, and beautiful. I never thought I would think of a demon like that, but he is. Strangely so. I want to trace his tattoos with my tongue, and it burns me that many women, even Ariana, could have had the chance to do so, when I only had small chances to be with him. Bruised ego much?

  When I finally tear my eyes away from the scene, I look up to find Jacin watching me. He knows I was checking out his body, but he has an odd look in his eyes. I have a funny feeling that it is no longer him that is watching me. I look away, I feel the blush starting to creep from my belly towards my cheeks. I wonder if he could tell what I was thinking. When I look back, it’s now Jacin again, with a sly smile covering his beautiful face. I have a sudden urge to either punch him or kiss him. I’m clearly crazy.

  ~Jacin~

  I taste her blood on my lips, even though it’s such a small amount, I want more. He wants more, he is fighting me for control, he wants to watch her, touch her, feel her come around our cock. But I feel her apprehension towards me, I’m not sure why it’s there. I smell her arousal. I’m sure Weyland can smell it too, but it’s not directed at him, it’s for me, mine.

  I watch her take me in, her smell perfuming the air I’m breathing in, and fuck, its taking everything in me to keep it together. She is trying to figure out my tattoos. If she is as smart as I think she is, she will know what is written into my skin, death runes. Because that is what I am, death. She takes the others in, my ancestors history, my history, written into my skin, a reminder to whoever thinks to forget.

  I allow him to watch her while Weyland is trying to get into a place to hold Natalie down. I can’t risk her trying something stupid and end up hurting her. Her smell hitting me like a ton of bricks. Her shy smile and beautiful blush means I caught her looking, and I’d idly wait for eternity for her to get her full if that is what she wanted.

  “Alright, she won’t get out of this Sire.” Weyland says to me, knocking me from my thoughts of Natalie.

  “Hold still little one, it’s almost over.” I whisper into Natalie’s ear.

  “I’m going to make you regret this Jacin.” She bites back at me. I like it when she is angry, her innocent façade disappears, and her darkness rises. I like her darkness. I want to play with it.

  “I look forward to it, little one.” I laugh out at her. I do enjoy it when she wants to play dirty.

  I lean over her body to cut the binds that hold her to the bed. Whatever she had planned for earlier would not have worked, the spell would have back fired and done the damage to her instead. It was a precaution I took just in case she woke up instead of Natalie. I’m going to have to bend the other side of Natalie to my will, whether she will like it or not, she will bend, and she will bow down to me. No creature dares not to.

  The magic that binds the ropes is strong, the sharp knife I have been using is barely making way through the twine. I lift the knife up and place it in my mouth. I watch as the beast within me extends his claws, which transform my fingers into long sharp black claws. I carefully place the one claw inside the one knot of the rope, when I feel her. And I freeze. I don’t want to move, in fear that she will stop. In fear that it did just not happen, that my mind has finally succumbed to the crazy.

  I look down to Natalie, who is tracing my death runes with her tongue. Her warm mouth feels like sunshine against my skin, it feels so fucking good. “Home.” He whispers to me. Yes, that’s what she feels like. I don’t know if she is doing it subconsciously, or intentionally, only thing is she can’t stop now. My cock, which I’ve been trying to keep hidden, is rock hard beneath my pants. Natalie clearly hasn’t felt it yet or I doubt she would be doing shit like this.

  I watch as her eyes open and flick to mine and she holds my stare. A small smile starts to form on her beautiful face, and I watch as she bites her lips, and it takes everything in me not to attack her mouth with my tongue. I continue to stare back. I’m now not sure if it happened or not. Or if my imagination has run wild.

  “What? You licked me first.” Natalie’s voice comes out like she is just waking from a sex induced spell.

  He growls in response, and fuck it, I growl too. Most know to cower when he makes his presence known. She doesn’t know what lurks inside me. Instead of the normal reaction I’m used to. She smiles at me, at him. Growing red again from her beautiful blush, her arousal perfuming the air once a
gain. I have to suppress a groan, god what this woman does to me.

  “Let’s just finish this.” I grind out to Weyland through the knife that I have wedged between my lips. Weyland, who has a dumbstruck look on his face, can’t believe she just licked me, well neither can I.

  I make quick work of the binds now that his claws are being used. I wish now I had continued to use the knife, maybe Natalie’s warm mouth would have ended up elsewhere. I bring the knife up towards her wrists, while I slowly stroke the inside of her wrists with my other hand. I find what I’m looking for and quickly cut the last two remaining crystals from her body. Once the crystals are out, I lick the small cuts closed, leaving no trace behind of what just happened. Weyland then releases Natalie and takes a step back. He knows what is still too come.

  “One last thing little one.” I say to her while I watch as she rubs her wrists where she was bound to the bed, I’m still straddling her hips, because I know she will most likely not do what I need her to do willingly.

  “Do you two get off on torturing me?” Natalie says back to me, completely ignoring what I’ve said to her. I watch her check her wrists for any traces of what happened. She won’t find anything.

  “This is not torture. This is me releasing you from the bounds you put on yourself.” I simply state to her.

  “I was doing just fine. I didn’t need any releasing.”

  I shrug. She needed it, to become what she has always been meant to become. Only she doesn’t know what I know. If she did, she wouldn’t be smiling so prettily at me, she would be screaming and running for the hills. But it’s too late for her, sometimes, choices are made for us, and we must just learn to adapt, to overcome it. And she needs that little beast inside of her, they need to become one.

  “Little one.” I murmur to her.

  “Jacin.” Her voice sings back at me.

  “Hold her down Weyland.” I order before she can even think to move.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “You, Little One, are in my veins.” - Jacin