Reawakening
Pain.
Ripping pain.
Ripping, agonizing, pain tearing through my body like it was merely paper. Pain that sent me flying back into burning heat. All at once, I prefered the pain. It was stationary, tearing only at my torso. The licking heat tore across my body though, lighting what ever it could up.
The heat only lasted two seconds before everything disappeared with a large whoosh. I now found myself lying on my belly in something cold. I craved this coldness, it soothed the burns and even lessened the cold aching sensation that was spreading through my chest. For once, I felt remotely human, as if I didn't have an inner demon seducing me into Using with what ever I had.
This realization brought me to my senses immediately as I forced myself to roll onto my back. The desire to Use was gone, leaving me suprisingly empty. I'd spent five years abusing those powers and listening to their soft crooning, so to have that sound and feeling gone from me.
Gone...
Could it really be that Caleb had stripped me of my powers with that last blow? That the ripping sensation wasn't just the blast shooting through me, but the blast removing my powers as well.
But that couldn't be it. As my father had explained to me, the powers became their life. That's why Caleb would have had to have died after willing his powers to me. So I had to have some kind of power left.
Reaching out, and using damn near every bit of energy I had left, I lifted my hand. My eyes were locked on a twig just inches beneath it as I willed it to move, trying to draw out my powers again.
For a moment, it seemed like nothing was going to happen. The twig didn't budge, laying there obstanantly in the dirt. I grew frustrated and started to give up, giving grunt as I flopped my arm to the side.
In a blur of motion, the twig flew from its resting point and off into the woods somewhere beyond my sight. All at once my emotions skyrocketed. I still had power, presumably my fathers since that blast surely had destroyed my own, which meant I still had the chance to continue my conquest.
But what would be the point in that?
The thought hit me like a freight train. There really was no point in me gaining power. The seduction and addiction was gone, replaced by what? Nothing, that was it. There was nothing to take its place, nothing to fill that space that had once been filled with need and desire.
Except it wasn't nothing, there was something there. I couldn't place it, but it was slowly consuming the void that had once been consumed with my desire and need to gain Caleb's power. It was small at the moment, but burning all the same.
Anger. I was angry at that bloody Caleb Danvers for stripping me of my powers and disgracing me and my bloodline. It was all his fault, and he would pay.
All I needed was time, time to grow my powers and possibly collect more from some weak sap. Just time and patience.
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AN: Yes this is only a One-Shot, but yes, I am planning something bigger, something full length. It's going to stem from something like this. Chase survived and has just been severely weakened. But this won't be around until two of these are finished: the Dark Nights Saga, All The Wrong Choices Trilogy, Worlds Collide: Alpha B*tch and A New Day.