Title: Under Your Spell
Author: ×Darth Rayne×
Summary: Ceridwen starts assessing her relationship with Esahc.
I sleep with one eye open, a dagger resting benieth my pillow. Will tonight be the night he gets me? I know my purpose is close to being fulfilled. It's only a matter of time before my presence stops providing any amount of amusement to him.
Esahc.
He's a trechurous as he is attractive, I don't think he's ever uttered a single word without some dishonorable intention. Don't get me wrong, he acts not without reason. It is just that no matter who he's swearing his allegiance to, he acts only to serve one person.
Himself.
He's grown tired of my games, now he plays games of his own. I think, perhaps, I play Hayley too well sometimes and I cut his blackened soul too deep with my words. He growls and he's all fists and fangs until he gets the power he needs. Then we shag and he goes to bed while I'm left bruised and bleeding wherever he left me. Normally, I'd heal and climb into bed once he fell asleep.
I don't bother now.
Part of me thinks I may deserve this punishment. Perhaps the thoughts Maze planted in Hayley's head were true. Perhaps I am the biggest evil of Albion... No! I didn't stab myself in the chest two nights ago.
The blood is still staining the floor.
Esahc pounced from the bed, his nails digging deep into my bare shoulders as he rode me down to the ground. Stars danced at the corners of my vision after the sickening thus of my head bouncing off the floor. "I don't hear you talking now, Hayley."
"I haven't even started yet, Esahc." I slapped him hard, making sure to drag my sharp nails across his stubbled cheek and drawing a substantial amount of blood. He jumped back like a scalded dog, pulling his hand away to stare in wonder at his own blood. There was somethign very childlike in his gaze as he sat there and it reminded me of the look he had as he had pulled his hand from his dead mother when the Balverines attacked. (I'd pulled the memory accedently from his mind as he slept.)
"Aww, Esahc. Reliving the Balverines?" As soon as the words left my mouth I instantly regretted it. His dark eyes flamed and the cuts on his face healed with an almost unseeable glitter of blue. It became a blue as next I knew, my body was trembling and blood oozed from both my mouth and where the knife still stuck out of my chest. My breath rattled horribly like death. I nearly lost my diguise healing myself and I slept through to the next night.
I think he's going to kill me next time.
Part if me wishes he would; nothing would make me happier than deliverance from this web of lies I've woven in my anger with Drakenmore. I succeeded in ruining his life with my actions in Dewhurst's death and my affair with Esahc. I've ruined Esahc's life in helping propel him down this path of destruction rather than attempting to save him.
Hayley was right all along.
Turning over in bed, my faux black-brown eyes fell upon Esahc's smug features and my blood boiled. Maybe I deserved to die, but it wouldn't be by his hands. In one swift movement I was atop him, straddling his chest, and pressing the blade of my dagger to his throat. He instantly awoke from his slumber to stare terrified into my eyes. "Game's over, I'm not going to let you kill me."
"You won't do it. I know you, she's in your blood, Hayley." He spat confedently. I narrowed my eyes at him, pressing my blade harder against his throat.
"You know Hayley, but you'll never know me, Esahc." Dragging the dagger quickly across just hard enough to make him bleed, I rolled backward off the bed and grabbed my clothes. Letting my disguise fade, I felt my scar begin to throb and his eyes widened. "You'll never know me."
I didn't know where I was going, but I did know one thing. I was finally free. Holding my Guild Seal, I disappeared into the night.