yamishun: I've already posted this in amaranthia a few months ago. It's originally a oneshot but unfortunately I forgot to mention that so some readers thought it wasn't. I said I'll make this into a full-blown story but after a few months... I still have nada to show. ==;;
Anyway, I do not own anything in this story. I only borrowed the characters from the creator of the wonderful Aveyond games.
Galahad wondered why. Why for the nth time he found himself trapped between the cold hard wall and the crazed red haired vampress he's forced to address as 'wife'. My wife, he thought with much disdain while eying the source of his twisted fate with a defiant look. It had been one too many times since Te'ijal would act like the madwoman she was, with those eyes that raise the hairs at the back of his neck. He refuses to play the part of the prey this time. This time he'll assert his rights and say no to this foolish game. It was short lived as he gaped in horror at the familiar glint in Te'ijal's eyes. He could see the devious smirk that graced her thin lips. His internal danger meter was already at the critical level, mind already broadcasting red alerts throughout his frozen body. It wouldn't surprise him if the vampress's favorite color is red after seeing that almost everything about her is, with the exception of her pale skin, red. It was no wonder he loved blue.
Te'ijal stared him down, eyes traveling from her crumpet's shock-stricken face to the delicious length of his neck. He looked so human, so delectable that she couldn't keep herself from inching towards him while licking her lips, tongue grazing the proud symbol of her kin.
She had been too close that he thought she would bite him again. His breath hitched and nearly lost consciousness in her presence again. She wouldn't harm him, he knew that much, but it wouldn't do him any good to faint there without anyone to save him from her. Te'ijal can do so much more damage even without a battle ensuing.
It was cute, the way Galahad squirmed uncomfortably with every move she made. The panic she caused that was reflected in his eyes was charming… in its own twisted way. Te'ijal loved this part of him the most, how for a moment he would be act the part of a gallant knight then an overreacting fainter in the next. It reminded her of that human saying, "barking more than his bite," although she admittedly doesn't get the reference to dogs. She pulled back until her face was a good arm's length from his. He seemed to not have noticed since his eyes were shut tight. Te'ijal laughed manically and spoke, "Husband, I've caught you yet again. Let us play one more time."
Her words rang in his head and for a moment he felt as if he was being shown true despair. Galahad almost fainted at the continuation of their eternal game of hide and seek. He knew he was in a cycle that revolved around his half-lost humanity, his soul, and the devil spawn for a spouse who tricked him into becoming what he is right now. He was trapped, caught in between her and the endless chase for his freedom.
Oh how he despised her for it.