Bloodlust

(A/N) Just a random oneshot on Cato and Clove. Their relationship here might not be what you're used to, and I hope it's not OOC.

Silvertail :)


They insist that they are not lovers. And perhaps, in truth, they aren't. They kiss and they embrace and they sleep together, but they don't feel love. What fuels them both is the only thing they both know: bloodlust.

He bruises her and revels in it. She swears to bruise him even worse next time, and she fulfils her promise. He throws out of the room in a fit of rage. She slams him against a wall and bites his lips. They move in violence, and their actions are rough.

He doesn't like the silver knife that she threatens him with. Even when she is kissing him, he can feel the cool steel against his skin, reminidng him of her viciousness, and his danger. "Clove, I don't want that knife," he orders. She drags the blade lightly against his skin, cutting a fine line of scarlet on his arm.

She wants to kill him. She knows it would be very difficult, but she has never been one to flinch from challenges. After all, he lusts for her death by his hands. She longs to slice his flesh into ribbons, rip his skin apart and let the blood flow.

He occasionally wonders if he is sane, if he is mad. He has heard that when a person goes mad, the cracks in their mind are tangible. He searches for those cracks. She doesn't, because she doesn't want to see.

He vows that only he will be allowed to kill her. He desires nothing more than to twist her mocking smile, tear and maul her limbs, and to savour the sense of triumph over her. He wants to hear her plead, "Cato, please." But she is not the type to plead. She would fight back, and he would kill her.

They are the best in the Training Centre, the best tributes-in-training. They are the pride and joy of the mentors there, for their skill is remarkable. They develop a sense of competition between themselves. They fight all the time, trying to best one another. No one else dares to fight them anymore, since they are deadly and do not refrain from killing anyone. The others fear her knives and his sword, which only they themselves do not fear.

Under a starlit and moonlit night, in the courtyard of the Training Centre, they plight their troth. But their vow is different from most lovers' vows. They swear to kill one another, and that only they themselves be allowed to kill one another.

They come together, since their bloodlust is so attuned. They thirst for the other's death by their hands. The only passion they can conceive of is bloodlust and death.

So it comes as no surprise to anyone when they both volunteer for the 74th Hunger Games.


This one was quite hard to write, since I couldn't quite grasp Cato or Clove's mindset. I hope they're not OOC.

Silvertail :)