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"It's impossible." said pride.
"It's risky." said experience.
"It's pointless." said reason.
"Give it a try." whispered the heart.
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Chapter Five
Brayden’s physical form fought the assault her mind was unleashing. Thrashing as wildly as the binds that held her would allow she tried to shake herself awake. The fading energy within her was stronger than her own will as the images began to flicker across the screen of her mind.
Brayden knew tonight would be a night she would fall into the power that seemed to hold her very soul. The harder she fought the more pain that wracked her body. The shower left her lethargic and worn. Each lick of the heated spray pulled her deeper into the realm he dwelled in. Her hands trailed behind a silent stream of fired liquid as it made its way down her body. She could hear his velvet voice begin to caress her like a lover’s touch. She was too exhausted to fight him and he knew it. He was using it to take possession of what he claimed to own. All he had to do was be patient and wait. Let her own fight against him be the very thing that brought her right back to his feet. She cursed as she slipped under the spell of that compelling voice. The voice that haunted her, called to her, left her trembling with fear and with ecstasy she wanted to deny.
His fingers brushed her water sheeted flesh. Her eyes fluttered as her body refused to move from the sensation that traveled over her. Her voice captured in her throat when she tried to beg to be set free. Her mind went into a tornado of questions, how, where was she, was he really here, how could he do this?! The dark obsidian stare grazed over her nude form. The eyes held her in place as his hands took hold of her throat just as it had before. The strength of that single touch began to draw out her very breath. Crystal blue eyes widened as the struggle took over and she fought the hold. The fight for air ended up costing her the very thing she sought as precious. His breath whispered warm against her neck as white hot pain lanced her pulse. In a single gasp her air rushed back into her burning lungs and she felt the pull of his mouth sending blue lightening through her veins. She could hear his thoughts just as if he was speaking with that voice of silk. “Vampire!” her mind screamed, “No you can’t turn me this isn’t real, this isn’t happening” Her cries tore at his heart. “Never, never a vampire young one,” he soothed. Her body felt the need to give in as he whispered for her surrender. The more she fought the quicker she lost. She felt the whisper of his soul and believed he wasn’t vampire but her mind was rejecting all that was happening to her.
She was quickly swept in the undercurrent of passion and fire as his tongue eased over the throbbing flesh. She couldn’t move and suddenly she didn’t have the desire to. Her whole body was liquid fire. The scent of male and rugged forest filled the darkness. She needed him unlike anything she had ever craved before. She could see it in his gaze as he pinned her easily beneath his weight. His hand cupped the soft flesh of her breast, kneading it gently. She sighed at the feel of the rough calloused hands that took hold with such tenderness. His body, his mind, his demeanor were all that of a predator. One that has now captured his prey. She should fear him and outside of this silent lucidity she did. Her body and soul understood what her mind could not always comprehend but, she no longer cared. The pain eased when she surrendered. For the first time in days she did not have a roaring inferno dancing within her belly. She welcomed the ease of pain that his touch brought.
As each exploring touch eased over her; she felt licking flames jump out to answer his call. She could no longer fight the overwhelming desire to feel him deep within her womb. “Please” she whispered in answer to his well placed touches. His knee firmly placed between her thighs, opening her to him. Her most intimate flesh displayed before his eyes. The scent of desire filled his scenes. He had craved her for so long. He had to make her his. He had to claim what rightfully belonged to him. Once he took her she would be lost to the world as she knew it. She would not be able to live without his touch, without his power to keep her alive. He knew the cost yet, could do no other than claim the healing power she would bring to his soul. He would never depart from his realm and she would drift within hers until the nights called to her at the fading of each drop of the sun. He had his world, his power and his existence the way he wanted it. The way he needed it to be in order to continue but, he needed her to do so. She needed her independence to a degree yet still have the hold on her that he posed.
As his mind drifted through the coming changes he took his time teasing and tormenting her with sweeps of his tongue. His fingers circled against her budding flesh. Her body answered his every touch. She was melting from the inside out and her body showed the liquid evidence of what he was doing to her. She felt the flames of his hunger take over and burn her very core. She moaned and twisted under him in a begging cry that only seemed to fuel his need to savor every whimper. Two solid fingers invaded the delicate folds of her swollen petals. She arched upward with a startled cry of ecstasy as he whispered against the silken peril of her womanhood. “Give me what is mine, my eternal secret” His words rushed every fiber of her being as his fingers beckoned that cresting wave of release. Her body trembled as she shot through the stars and felt every pin prick of sweet torment cut into her womb. She convulsed over his invading touch as he continued to call forth the liquid silk. His mouth took to her delicate folds and feasted on the nectars he created. She hissed and buried her hands into the raven locks that were tickling her thighs. Her flesh was at it’s height of sensitivity and every touch sent fire arching between them. His whole body ached with the need to take her. His jeans tormented her spread thighs as he crawled up her body. Laying over her she could feel his hunger tight within his clothing. Her hands fumbled and pulled greedily at his zipper. She needed him, she wanted him. Her mind was screaming for sanity as her body gave into the power he held over her.
He allowed himself to be free of the clothing she muddled with. In the blink of an eye he freed himself of the restriction leaving her visible confused at what had just happened. She started to speak and question how he did that but instead a cry of bitter sweet pleasure filled her to the point she thought she would come apart. He filled her completely. Taking her womb to its capacity. Each thrust took her breath and made her heart nearly shatter in response. The swirling haze within his jet black gaze held her captive as each deep invasion felt like it was piercing her soul. He was tender yet sent delicious torment through her body with each thrusting drive. He held her on the edge with slow ripping sensations of pain answering every rock of his hips into her. His mouth suckled softly over the taunt nipples that begged for the warmth of his mouth. Each moan drove him closer to the firestorm threatening to take him. Every whimper that fell from her parted lips was quickly answered by a punishing drive into her core, reminding her he took what he wished for his pleasures. She soon found the rhythm of each driving force and matched it. She felt her heart rush to the beat of his and her blood seemed to be rivers of lava seeking him. Just when she thought she had fallen into pace with his commands she felt paralyzed. She fought the heavy fall of weight that pinned her hard against the ground. He did not move as he simply stared into the shocked orbs of blue. His voice fell upon her in a velvet caress of black magic. Commanding her to feel him; opening her soul and mind to his control and power.
“You will feel again soon as you stop fighting and accept what you are about to become”. Fear washed over her as her body betrayed her and gave to his desires, drinking in the essences that spilled from him. Her world began to turn a hazy grey as she felt that tell tell sign of white heat piece her throat. Slowly each beat of her heart began to labor, she felt cold and distant as fire and ice screamed out to him in answer to his call for her life’s liquid. Her breath hushed a quiet sigh from her lungs as he brought her to the very edge of life. She begged to the heavens as silent tears rolled down her now porcelain features. She wanted to wake up, he wasn’t in her reality. He lived and breathed only in her dreams. She had to wake from this and save herself but no amount of struggle brought back her strength she needed to defeat him. His breath caressed her throat as he spoke of what was to come, the changes she was about to go through and did she accept or deny his claim over her. He had to again remind her with a growl to her defiance that he was not a vampire here to take her from her day. He was more than she could ever imagine and something she would struggle to understand. She fought the fog that threatened to consumer her. She needed her thoughts to form and quickly. He continued to whisper as he pierced a new opening in her vein alerting her to the fact he was ready to take what was his or end her. If she denied it he would have to end her life in order to capture the dormant power that lie within her core. If she accepted the life in service to him he would take the very thing she guarded against good and evil alike…..
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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okay..okay..
you have me enthralled.
more please?????? *slobbers*
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your words are like paintbrushes on the canvas that is My mind, making My writings look unpolished and coarse in comparison.
~eagerly awaiting the next chapter
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*grins*
finally!!
*not so patiently waiting for the next chapter*
"It's impossible." said pride.
"It's risky." said experience.
"It's pointless." said reason.
"Give it a try." whispered the heart.
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Chapter Six
Brayden had been losing the fight to keep her sanity in tack. She could feel herself changing, to what she had no idea. The powers that seemed to now be over her kept her right on the edge of life. She needed blood, water and the moon to survive. She was given just a taste of each to keep her from her power but enough to keep her breathing. The weakened state kept her fighting to stay awake. He was growing stronger as she faded.
Each night she was sat, within the glittering beams of the moon. She would breathe in the silver light as it bathed her naked form. She could not even remember when she lost the last covering of fabric that kept her warm. She stopped trying to fight to recall the little things in hopes to preserve what little of her self was left. The droplets of water felt like rain upon her lips when she was allowed to drink. They must know to keep the blood separate from the crystal liquid. She would learn little things that helped her piece together her capturer’s motives. They must know of her power and what fed it. The blood and water mixed was her life elixir. One night the rain of water, another, the rain of coopery sweetness danced on her lips. She lost track of days long ago but, she knew the passing of time by the different liquids that played against her tongue. She was no longer bound because she hadn’t the strength to fight those that sought to keep her.
She spent the deafening silence fighting to feel Joe through the cosmic connections that had always fed her. He seemed gone, closed off. Where was he, had she been sacrificed for his own sanity and safety? The questions spilled through her mind like sour milk, tainting her energy. She was battling to keep the positive but, as each pass of the moon came and went the negative began to win. She had no way of knowing that Joe fought the same fight. The more she faded from his mind the more knew she was slowing dying. Deep down he knew it was as simple as them keeping her weak but it didn’t stop the plaguing thoughts. He could no longer feed for her; all he could do was search and pray that he found her in time.
“Pray”, he thought. What God, god or goddess would listen to him now? He had been cussing every deity or cosmic power that he could think of since her kidnapping. Time seemed to have crawled to a halt yet 3 weeks had passed. He was just about to give in to another tantrum of yelling to the invisible powers that were supposed to protect her when a ripple of thickness hit the air around him. The air felt heavy, stealing his breath before it eased off his chest. He knew without even turning from his desk what was happening.
“Cian”, his voice was a whisper but the hatred dripped louder than the screams to the gods. “Greetings, Brother” Cian spoke with such confidence as he approached the desk where Joe attempted to sit up from his slump. He knew he had the upper hand in this meeting. He still had Brayden and she was fading fast to his Master’s desires. Joe couldn’t move. He couldn’t think what to do first. Greet or just out right blast his brother into oblivion. He soon settled on the first figuring that little bits and pieces of Cian would not get him any closer to her. “What do you want Cian, I know you didn’t come here to dance”. “But a dance we just might get, Brother” Cian’s voice spilled through the room like velvet when he was at his best, flowing with arrogance. He thought he had the war won. Cian sat on the edge of the desk by Joe as he looked upon his brother. The red haze shimmered as he allowed the adjustment from the teleport to settle his body. Joe sat quietly, working through the many thoughts of how to extract the location of Brayden from his brother’s mind. He knew he was weaker without his tie to her; any attempt could be the death of him. He drew from her source as she drew from him. Apart they were dying. Cian knew that and knowing that is what had him in the place for the bargaining he was about to present.
“She fades quickly: more so than I had anticipated for. You have kept many secrets about her just as it seems you keep many from her.” Cian spoke without hesitation. He had little time to get Joe where he needed him to be. “We both know that in a matter of maybe a week she will be gone from us, taking the key back to him.” Cian could stand no more and with a bolt of power arching the air between them he sent Cian across the room. Joe doubled over as if the bolt had hit him instead. The drain was instant on his power and the satisfaction that he had wounded Cian seemed less worth the effort than when he thought of it. Cian lay against the far wall, up-righting himself against the pain of broken ribs and a bleeding skull. Cian seemed content to watch Joe’s own pain and did nothing that would cause his own power to falter in this fight. He conserved the energy to heal his body. He let Joe be his own weapon. “She fights to survive, Joe, you know why I am here. Will you let her die to save her soul?” Joe had known why his brother had appeared. He needed Joe’s blood. After this long only Joe could sustain Brayden now. “Take me too her, I will feed her. We will battle for her safety and soul when she is well.” “You color me for a fool don’t you little brother, you know when she discovers who and what she is she will have to choose. You bank that choice will be you.” Joe could not deny it. He had to believe that all he had fought to secure since finding her would come to him and mean something. She would be the very thing that she was intended to be. A scream ripped through the both like fired daggers to their flesh. Each man whispering her name in a rasped breath. “Brayden!” Cian was out of time and on top of Joe before the thought was finished. The light glittered off the silver blade. From tip to hilt the shine mesmerized Joe into submission. Who would have thought that simple silver would subdue a power as great as his? With a single slow drag of the blade Joe felt his life’s liquid spill across his forearm. Still caught in the silver’s hold he watched as each trail of crimson began to bead and dance through the air off his flesh. Helpless, as Cian captured each drop in the blood sack. Joe watched until he felt the blackness begin to take him. He had no reason to fight; he would not win in this condition. He would let the darkness take him and hope for another dance with the devil.
Miles away Brayden was about to begin her own dance, not knowing if it would be her last. The power pinned her to the musty mattress that had become her bed. He pulled her weakened form into sleep with nothing more than a whisper of her name. Her voice shattered the heaven’s above as the first wave of power sank into her flesh.
*another post coming later tonight* Brayden has found an inner strength she didn't realize she had...she is speaking louder than she ever has.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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Chapter Seven
WARNING: RAPE TRIGGERS
Miles away Brayden was about to begin her own dance, not knowing if it would be her last. The power pinned her to the musty mattress that had become her bed. He pulled her weakened form into sleep with nothing more than a whisper of her name. Her voice shattered the heaven’s above as the first mark of power sank into her flesh.
Cian appeared at her side with a flash of blue lightening igniting the light in the room. Brayden’s small frame thrashed about helplessly. She was nothing more than a rag doll in the realm of reality. In dream state she had to be putting up one hell of a fight he thought. Cian quickly mixed the sweet elixir that might give her a chance and let it drop in tiny sprinkles to her lips. She was too far gone and Cian was at an impasse. He would have to join forces with his brother or let the power take her. He watched as small cuts and bruises appeared on her flesh without a physical hand laid upon her. He had a decision to make and no time to dwell on his options. Kill her and keep the power from everyone or join forces to save her.
When she sensed his approach she cringed. Neither knew if her will power against him could stand and he was more than willing to find out. She felt herself stronger but was it enough to battle a power that held her very soul? She had danced with this devil before and lost every time. She wasn't up for finding out if this dance would be another lost battle. Brayden was terrified but did well in keeping her composure. She had every reason to run for her life as her soul was already damned. Would this time be the death of her she wondered.
She stood tall, her long dark locks curling around her cheeks framing her face as if it were a priceless painting. Crystal blue eyes glittered as she watched him. She could not deny he had the body and face meant for a god. In a way, that is what he was to her. He could invade her thoughts with a single word. He tormented and shaped her dreams. He was a god to her, just not the kind that sprinkled you with blessings. No, those gods had turned against her long ago. Too bad for her, he knew it. Dressed in black slacks that fit him perfectly, a charcoal grey button down opened over his chest giving just a glimpse of the muscles below, she had to stop and swallow back a flare of desire. She would not give to the need within her belly that burned for him. With a simple curl of his finger he beaconed her from the group she was within. She fought the call, this was her dream she said over and over within her mind. I can fight this hold. I have to, she repeated again. Shaking her head slowly she felt the pain that riddled her body each time she denied him. Every defiance throughout her life came with a punishment. In a flash she was where he commanded her to be. He not only moved her with his mind he changed what she wore. She was no longer in the hip hugging jeans and soft blue sweater. She was dressed in a shimmering white dress that danced against her thighs. “Much better,” he whispered against her ear. His words caused a shiver she could not hide. The bar crowd melted away as if they were mere wax figures she had designed to keep her company. The display was eerie and left her a bit unnerved. Turning slowly thinking to face him she found herself within pure darkness.
The stone grip on her throat poisoned her blood with fear. Through rasped breath she forced her words carefully. “Fight fair, you bastard.” The bone chilling laugh danced over her flesh as the lights grew to a small dim haze. She looked about to see where she was. Halls, endless halls of pictures; her life displayed through each one. The pressure to her throat was gone and her body began to move on its own. Slow whispered steps by slow step she passed each picture knowing every moment. In rooms she passed, her thoughts had become a strange realm of reality as they played out on huge screens. Every thought as if her brain had been writing screen plays for him all these years. One vision stopped her cold. Her deepest darkest secret played over and over in vivid detail. “You sick bastard” she whispered. “Me, dear Brayden, the sick one?” His voice caressed her body. She felt sick and aroused at the same time. Instantly she had doubts if he was the one that was the demon after all. Had she created him? Had her tainted thoughts built this display of her life? Had she brought this to life only to have it end her? “Who are you?” she screamed. He was behind her before her thoughts could spin further; his finger twisting through a single curl that kissed her cheek with a delicate touch. She could not hide that the touch made her shiver. He did things to her that she could not begin to explain nor did she want to. To voice such things might make them real. Reality had to be saved it was all she had left. It was then that the source of her nightmares spoke his name for the first time in her life. EPIALES. The spirit of nightmares, also known as melas oneiros (Black Dream). Her mind was spinning as she tried to figure out why he had told her this now after all the years he has fought to possess her. As if the look on her face told him her question he spoke softly while wrenching her hair slowly around his fist dragging her to him. “My name holds power, great power that can be used against me if spoke in certain circumstances.” “Then why tell me now once I am full force you will be destroyed with such knowledge” Brayden spoke knowing she might not ever be able to make that come to pass. Again as if knowing her very thoughts he whispered in her ear “You will never have such an opportunity, my name dies when you do little flower.” Brayden fought to keep that strong composure. She needed and desperately wanted some answers. Giving him her famous bratty attitude would not win her much at this time. “Why do you call me that, I should know shouldn’t I?” He smiled and tolerated her questions knowing that she had yet to remember that time long ago. “A flower appears delicate in nature, soft and fragrant to those that just let it pass. Each season it goes dormant, giving up it’s beauty to the harsh dark winters only to bring forth beauty and life after the season passes. To the mortal eye it has little defenses to save it but to those that know the flower well knows it has fight to survive and leave it’s mark upon the earth, every petal vulnerable but with a beautiful strength that keeps it standing against hard winds and rain. My little flower stands alone, a very simple beauty that brings forth life.” She could see there was more to his thoughts but she let it go for her next question. “Where am I, where have you brought me? Is this how you get your kicks, creating my hell?” “No little flower, this is what you created. You are where your nightmares taste the sweetest leaving your reality intoxicating when you wake.”
It is your drug, the one you cannot live without." His hand still held her hair but she whirled around to face him and came startlingly close to those piercing ice blue eyes that streaked with lightening when he had the upper hand. “Then I can destroy it!” she declared as she reached out with a swift strike of her hand leaving her mark on his cheek before turning to run down the long endless hallway before her. She willed her legs to carry her faster and further into the darkness, passing the many blurring details of her life. He knew her, better than she knew herself, how was she ever going to survive this.
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Back in reality Cian watched helplessly as Brayden twisted and fought in her sleep. Nothing he did could wake her from this captured state she was in. “What have I done?” He whispered. Cian knew what he had to do. In utter despair he shouted to the heavens and prayed the power was there. It had been years since he summoned his brother to his side but in a blinding flash of white and blue light, Joe appeared. One look at Brayden and Joe landed a leveling blow to Cian’s jaw. Cian didn’t even fight back, he knew he deserved it and would need Joe in order to save her. “Fighting each other isn’t going to bring her back.” Cian spouted. Joe sank to his knees trying to force back the breaking sobs that sat heavy on his chest. Cradling her frail body to him the ache only increased. “Did you feed her; did you give her my blood?” Joe’s voice was barely a whisper as he feared the worst. “I can’t get her to take it, she is too far gone. Maybe if we combine our strength you can get her to feed. I am sorry Joe, but- he has her.” Cian could barely get the words from his lips before a surge of heat washed his body. Joe’s anger was hard to control without Brayden and Cian could not risk bringing Jenny in to calm him either. He could only hope that Joe could keep a handle on it himself. It could mean the death of them all if he didn’t. Tell me everything Joe growled. Cian launched into a sorted tale of serving the source for years in order to gain power and status. He bargained with him, if he supplied Brayden he would be made high lord in his sector of the City. Telling Joe that he never believed the source would turn on him and take Brayden without giving him the power he needed to get her back from him. Joe was lost in the explanation of how stupid his brother was to trust the most evil entity they both had ever known. “You have damned her to a life in his nightmare.” Joe spoke quickly as he tried with all his might to get her to feed of the only elixir that could give her strength. His efforts failed miserably as she began to cry out in her sleep. Her flesh breaking open under her eye and her lips began to spill the last of the precious blood she so desperately needed to survive. Cian and Joe sat helplessly as they hashed out the only way to save her. Both knowing, nothing taken from the source of their nightmares is ever taken without a price to pay. Just who would pay the price this time?
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Her scream echoed through the stretch of hallway before her. She knew without turning around to see that waves of chestnut would be hanging within his grasp. Her scalp stung where he had tried to use her hair to hold her. Every muscle in her body was screaming for her to stop running. Her lungs even seemed to want to give up and no longer fight for their survival. He had taken her spewed advice and was giving her a fair chance to fight.
He fought as a mortal, allowing her a glimmer of hope that she might get out of this alive after all. She could feel flashes of strength course through her only to be sucked back out with each triumph she had. Everything she did to him cost her. She prayed it cost him as well. With her hair still a flowing energy behind her, it was once again used as a hold against her. Epiales wrapped his hand with it and jerked downward instead of just trying to simply hold on to her. The move paid off for him and landed Brayden hard on the stone floor beneath her. The force of her body hitting the surface pushed the air from her lungs and left her seeing stars through the pain in her head. Rolling to her side, cradling her head in her hands, her elbows hiding the pain etched on her face she groaned and tried to shake out of it. Forcing herself to her hands and knees she was doubled when his boot lifted her from the floor with a swift kick to her ribs. Brayden hit the near by wall in the narrow hallway and slumped. She began a mental battle of wanting to surrender before pushing the thought back into the depths and sweeping her feet out in front of her. She landed a hard kick to his knee bringing him eye level with her on the floor. Fisting a large mass of his dark locks in her hand she drug him close and stole a kiss from his parted lips. She hoped the move was enough of a distraction that she could gain some advantage. His groaning from the pain left his mouth open to her assault and she used it against him. She raped his mouth with hers before biting through his bottom lip and taking off in a sprint down the next hall. “Bitch!” swirled around through the many halls before catching her ears, leaving her with a triumphant smile and a laugh that only became fuel for his power. She was unfamiliar with this place and it became a disadvantage she could not overcome. With every turn she made it wasn’t long until the power was in front of her. She swallowed back a yelp when she ran hard into what she thought was a wall. She soon discovered he had outsmarted her yet again. She was but a mouse in his maze, he was playing with her. Brayden’s body slammed backward tearing a scream from her lungs. Her already bruised head bounced against the unforgiving stone. When she would have doubled from the pain another ignited across her cheek, splitting it open. Epiales back handed her with ease a few more times before she fell against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he towered over her. "You are nothing against me," His laughter chilled her body before giving her the strength to stomp on his foot bending him at the waist allowing her to push her knee firmly into his stomach. Her luck turned when he toppled giving her a small advantage to use him as a spring board and take off on another dash for her survival.
Brayden ran twisting and turning through the labyrinth of halls until she dropped to her hands and knees in exhaustion. Her lungs refused to take in more air. Hiding in one of the many rooms, she prayed that he did not find her this time. Her body was throbbing and on fire. Every fiber of her being hurt but her mind was a tornado of activity trying to reason a way out of this. She fought as she felt herself fading. How can she sleep within sleep? She struggled to get to her feet and stay awake. This didn’t make sense she thought as she could hear whispers surrounding her. “Wake my little darkling, find the passage back to reality” “wake for us, fight him”. Blinking through the haze she began to see images flash before her like the pictures in the hallway. Things she had seen captured in them that made no sense, now she began to remember.
Her body jerked in Joe’s arms, she coughed as the mixture of blood and water dripped to her lips. Brayden’s tongue slowly flicked out to lap softly against the sweetness that had bathed them. A soft glow began to spill from every cut and broken surface within her body. The brothers could only sit, hold her and pray that the final plan did not need to take place in order to gain the key.
Brayden felt the first piercing of power take her. Normally he released the strangle hold on her throat before tearing into her body. She let out a blood curdling scream once she could feel the pressure ease. The image of the source faltered as if the power of her voice could a disturbance within him. She soon discovered just how much damage she had done. Brayden was instantly on her back staring up into the depths of his eyes. Looking into the ice blue of his eyes she was flooded with a piece of her broken past. Brayden twisted in a flash of memory as to who this entity was. It sent her thrashing about the floor as her head felt it might explode from the rush of energy. With a driving force deep into her womb he took her breath and flooded her with images. She could not even scream as she saw herself near the banks of her sanctuary. He was allowing her a piece of herself. His words washing against her chilled form. “Run Brayden, Run, let this be fun”.
Looking about her crystal blue eyes focused on the rushing sound of the waterfall. The soft spray bathed her body, rejuvenating her. A long white cotton gown quickly replaced the tattered threads that covered her, her chestnut locks swept themselves into the soft ringlets that normally dance around her cheeks. Her body took in the moonlight, soaked up the water and she could taste the sweet drops of blood that were mysteriously on her tongue. The delicate eyes began to glow when she heard the cry of forest animals. Brayden tore off toward the cabin by the lake. Bare feet a whisper over the sticks and bramble that dressed the floor of her paradise yet she felt every piercing of the broken twigs bite into her. Her sanctuary was riddled with his trappings. “You son of a bitch” she whispered. “I am” she heard whisper in her ear. As she grew in strength so did he. How, she did not understand. “Soon” was the next thing she heard, causing her to pause. The hesitation cost her.
Her body was thrown hard against the nearest tree. Her small frame wrapped around it before hitting the ground with a dull thud. Her eyes saw stars and her ribs captured her breath as the pain let her know she paid dearly for that hesitation. He was playing with her. What was going to happen when he stopped playing this game? She scrambled to her feet as best she could manage, feeling her bones knit themselves back together slowly. Another confusion she didn't have time to ponder. She ran as best she could for the tiny cabin buried behind the lake. Flinging the door open she thought herself free when she felt the large hand grasp her arm and pull her back against a hard immovable surface. Nails dug into the wrist that held her body within his fingers. His laugh was bitter as she landed hard on the dusty wood floor. “Brayden, it is all a game. It is only a matter now of who will be the winner.” “I intend to win the grand prize, my sleeping beauty.” “I will fight until my last spilled drop of blood, you won’t have me. I will take whatever it is within me that you want, with me.” Brayden forced herself to find her voice forced the power of confidence to spill from her lips as she pushed herself to full stance. That is when it all became a blur of pain and agony.
Brayden went down hard as the dark demon’s hand sliced through the air and connected under her left eye. With a jerk of her foot she she swept his feet from under him taking him down to a kneel. Brayden scurried across the floor in a crawl to reach a loose board. She clung to the ragged piece of wood, holding it to her chest until she felt the right block chop to her kidney. Swinging with all her force she opened her eyes just in time to see his body twist from the force. With an uplifted hand he took her to the rotten surface beneath them, splitting her lip in the process. Her body took his hits over and over as she quickly lost her strength. Brayden soon feared this was the end.
Tears began to spill as she found herself under him. Jagged and torn nails dug across his face and neck before sinking into the muscles of his chisled chest. His blood began to surface and trickle down his face. She had only a moment of triumph before her head bounced against the floor with a crack from his jarring shake. Her skull exploded with pain. Reaching back in reflex she felt her long locks matted with the stickiness of her life’s liquid. The gleam in his eyes was the last she saw before she felt the ripping of her flesh. Her legs forced open; she lost the fight when all she could do was thrash under him. He had his strength, his power and he had years of knowing her weaknesses. In a moment of blinding agony he pierced her core. Her body arched from the force as he tore into her with each thrust. Her mind was screaming as her body took him. Sitting up and driving into her further he continued to break her body until her eyes were cracked with blood and her cheek bruised with the mark of his hand. In a final gesture of his will over her he began to steal the very air from her lungs. Epiales ripped her screams from her throat by capturing her mouth with his. A kiss she found most intimate was now dirty and raped from her as well. He kissed her as he took her life’s breath into his body. Brayden began to give into her body’s plea for mercy. She needed this to end. With that thought Brayden faded just as the source of all her fears pierced her chest with his fist.
Brayden tried to sit up, her scream caught in her throat. Her mouth was covered by the large hand that had landed many blows to her battered body. She was cradled in his arms as whre they had landed. Tears spilled from her eyes as she knew what it was he was after. “You remember now, little flower?” All she could do was nod as the memories washed over her, leaving her weak and at his mercy. Slowly he freed her mouth and allowed her sobs to tell what she could remember. A key, a source of power for good or evil depending on how my thoughts fall. If I serve in darkness, the evil has a power: Cian. If I serve in light, good has power: Joe. But what do you gain by taking me for yourself?” You are the source of either you wish to give to.” Brayden’s thoughts and questions were nonstop after he released her mouth and drug her down the hallway to an open area of this palace he claimed she had created. All he did was laugh as he pushed her to the floor and covered her mouth once again. “You talk to much, bitch, you always have.” I simply wish the power. I want to rape your very soul until I own every piece of it.” He growled. “I have fought to free myself of the need to have you but even I am not strong enough to win that battle.” She could see the hatred and anger dancing in his eyes. He needed her, craved her as if she was a drug to his veins. He couldn’t live without her. She knew the feeling well. She craved the sleep that brought him to her yet she loathed him for making her want the power he had over her. She would fight this time. Fight to break free; fight to save those she loved. She knew what she had to do. Her hands reached back and tangled into the depths of his dark locks and used his body to flip him over her. He hit the floor in front of her. As she stared down into those ice blue eyes she dug her nails into the pulse of his neck and kissed him. Inhaling deeply she stole the air from his lungs. She turned the once intimate gesture into a force of power leaving him dizzy and off balance. Straddling his body, she had the instant craving to feel him pierce the depths of her as he did that day long ago. Inpsite of all the pain, they never would deny the ecstacy that their bodies played when they touched. Pressing her body to his she whispered seductively in his ear, “I hate you” His laughter tickled against her neck before he sank his teeth into her flesh and marked her; tearing not only her neck but a scream from her before he spoke, “As I hate you.” The laughter died on both their lips as she was up and moving through the house in a sprint to end this battle once and for all. She knew the cost and she would pay it.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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~~~SEE NOTE BELOW~~~~
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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