She froze, not even breathing; watching, waiting.
He slammed into her from the side, making her crash into the wall. She was up before the dust could even begin to settle, charging and changing. With sharper nail and teeth, keener senses, and a killing instinct, she assaulted her prey. She was the predator, the hunter; she released the demon inside her, becoming the animal she was born as. And that animal wanted his blood, needed it, thirsted for it in the most deranged way possible. Kirro could say anything he wanted about her being tamer than the rest of them. All that proved was that she was more levelheaded, more controlled. But she knew what she was, and that was all that mattered now.
He hadn't been expecting the backlash from her so quickly; she caught him off guard. Just like Lyral and Kulu, he underestimated her; at least Kirro knew what she was capable of. She forced him against the stone wall. Pushing harder, she tightened her grip, her nails digging into his right shoulder and left hip. He gasped in pain and surprise. She smiled, then pulled back her lips back, baring her teeth at him. A ferocious snarl ripped from her throat.
Death.
But she was on the wall, and her breath had left her lungs. As she watched, dazed, knife flew from sheath. There was a thin line of cold against her throat. She sighed.
Oh well. I knew it would happen sometime. I wonder if anyone will miss me? How long will it take for the elders to realize what happened? Not long, I suppose. I'm too important. Well, it's done now, no use in worrying about it…
She looked at her captor. Really looked this time. He was beautiful, but then again, they all were. They weren't human, and therefore didn't have human flaws. But there was something that was different about him. His features were off. And his eyes.
They were blue. All Lights had gray eyes. But his were blue. Beautiful she thought. Then he spoke.
Her eyes widened in amazement. His voice was beautiful, too. Softer than velvet, smoother than silk, more liquid than satiny chocolate. There was an ever so slight resonating pitch in it. All she could do was listen as his voice rang through the room.
"I don't want to kill you," he pleaded. "You're no match for me, and I'd hate to harm something so innocent and beautiful."
Her face hardened. "I'm no where near innocent. Don't be a fool. I've seen and done things you couldn't have ever imagined in your most malevolent nightmares." She sneered.
His face saddened to the point that she wanted desperately to make him smile, because the pain in his face was so evident that it pained her. Immediately she squelched the ridiculous, irrational impulse.
"How old are you?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Eighteen. I stopped aging at seventeen."
His eyes widened at her response.
"Yeah, I know" she sighed again, but in exasperation this time. "Why don't you just get it over with, already?"
"I don't want to hurt you, remember?" his eyes softened. "I've seen too much blood and death. I don't want to see more…." He trailed off.
The sudden, desperate urge to wrap her arms around him was nearly overwhelming.
What the hell was wrong with her? He was a Light. She had killed so many, and with such ease. He should be no different. But….
She met his gaze. He seemed mesmerized by her eyes. He wouldn't look away, and she started to feel light headed. She shifted her face away from his, but her eyes wouldn't copperate with her; unable to break away from his gaze, she growled quietly at him. Everything began swimming around her.
"What…what are… you doing…to me?" she mumbled incoherently.
He said nothing, simply lifting her into his arms, and started walking.
Then she saw no more.