Dead By Sunrise
I can hear the warriors shouting as they run passed the door, incoherent words amongst a stream of battle cries as booted feet beat out a heavy rhythm against cold concrete.
I know we're safe here, for now, in Sonja's bedchambers. Safe until the blood feud decides to spill over into this private little world we've created for ourselves in the refuge of her bed.
I ignore the screams of the woman and men and children outside, the wails of the mothers who have lost their sons, fathers who have given their own lives to protect their kind--our kind--from the Lycans who threaten to murder us all.
Sonja's fingers trail slowly up my spine, sending a wave of warmth throughout my entire body, and she hovers over me, teeth nipping lightly at my flesh. Her hands are gentle on me, moving slowly and deliberately as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening just outside her door, just outside her window.
Her caresses aren't anxious or hurried. She's simply enjoying every moment she has left to touch me, to taste me, and she'll make this last as long as possible because when it's all said and done, we could both be dead by sunrise.
We both know this, and yet, as she pushes into me, strokes her fingers slowly inside me, she whispers things into my ear as if we have forever. And for a moment, I actually believe it.
The shouts are growing louder outside, more frantic. I move my hips upward to meet Sonja's fingers, shut my eyes tight as I feel her curl her fingers upward, and then it's my own screams that tear through the odd calm of our sanctuary. Sonja kisses me passionately, still moving inside me as I struggle to keep from blacking out.
There's banging at the door, muffled screams, a louder roar that brings me suddenly back to reality. Lycans. They've broken through the barriers finally. We always knew they would someday. It was inevitable. I just never thought it would be tonight.
When the roars grow even louder, when the sound of the doors splintering into tiny pieces filters into the room, Sonja simply kisses me more urgently, and I cling to her for dear life because I know that we don't have forever and that this is the end.
And, if we're lucky, we'll both be dead by sunrise.