Hi, so I'm really sorry about the delay in updating this story. My excuse (and yes I know an excuse isn't really acceptable, but it's all I can offer along with this chapter) is that I've been swamped with school work; preparing for my exams again. So sorry.
IMPORTANT:
Darien doesn't know that Night wing is actually of the female persuasion. He thinks he's facing a man, crucial for this chapter. Also the majority of this story is from Darien's p.o.v.
Darien blinked, a mere millisecond of time wasted, but in that time he'd managed to lose sight of Night wing, it was if he'd disappeared into the shadows. Blinking again, he looked around, his hands clenched at his sides in an effort not to draw his sword; so far he wasn't in any immediate danger. The hairs along the back of his neck stood to attention a second before he sensed the soft disturbance in the air's currents. Pivoting round he watched as Night wing advanced towards him, his merciless black eyes never wavering in their intense stare directed at him.
Looking around, Darien realized that they'd somehow become separated from the main fight. Now, they stood amongst the dieing, their soft cries filling the atmosphere like a tragic chorus. With only a meter's distance between the two Night wing stopped and Darien watched as his hood tipped to the side. He got the uncomfortable feeling that he was being assessed and he decided to use the time to study his opponent.
Here before him was the very man who struck terror into the hearts of those above and below and he stood at least two heads shorter than Darien. The black jacket, ripped jeans and black boots he was wearing, hid the shape and strength of his physique. However he could tell that they were slender. Surely this couldn't be Night wing, but the fact that he'd disappeared into the shadows only moments before indicated that this scrap of a man might in fact be the infamous Night wing.
Shaking his head slightly he was brought out of his musing by the flash of something silver whirring towards his head. His reflexes kicked in instantly and drew his own sword, barely blocking the attack launched against him. Their eyes remained locked briefly before just as quickly his attacker moved back until they were once again a meter apart. He hadn't even seen his opponent move; only the light reflecting of the sword's surface had alerted him to the attack. Fear sprung unbidden into him, a tight rope curled tight within his gut and sharpening his senses.
Night wing might have been a scrap of a man, but he was pure speed: a shadow within shadows that had the ability to move at the speed of light. That and the strength of the blow had jarred Darien's arm, which was still shaking slightly. Darien now had an inkling into why the man standing before him was feared by all except his master…………………………………………………………………………………………………
She watched as he blinked and she used the moment to disappear into the shadows surrounding her, after all she wasn't call NIGHT wing for nothing. She watched amused as he pivoted round to her new position behind him. Her eyes locked onto his as began advancing forward.
She was aware that they'd become distanced from the main fight and that only increased her anticipation of their confrontation; after all there was no one around that could interfere and she'd been waiting…itching for this fight for a very long time. Stopping a few feet away from him, she tipped her head to side, her eyes raking over every part of his body, filling away her findings to be analyzed later.
He was tall, at least a two heads taller than her, his blue eyes gazing out at her from under his white and hood and a shock of black hair, His body, while covered, was clearly muscled. He looked strong, a broadness of shoulder that hinted at an underlying strength surely able to match hers, if not suppress it, but then again so had countless others she had sliced through like cutting through air. She watched as his eyes clouded over in thought.
Seeing an opportunity she quickly launched an attack, her sword arching gracefully through the air to connect with his body, the movement of his head shaking, not deterring her from her course of action. She was pleased when he drew his sword in time to halt her attack, the golden whirl of the handle trembling slightly as they remained frozen, her sword bearing down on his while their eyes remained locked in a fierce battle of wills, before she drew back and once again stood a meter away from him.
She watched the stunned disbelief etch across his face as she stared at her quickly followed by ice-cold fear. Adrenaline shot through her veins as she witnessed the fear snake across his face. She watched with growing anticipation as his eyes narrowed, a sure indication that his senses were sharpening in result to the short burst of fear he was feeling. The fine tremble in his arm was almost invisible to the naked eye, but she caught, a smile forming in her mind while her face remained impassive………………….
He wasn't sure what it was, but something in the change of atmosphere signaled the start to their fight as he felt his body tense before he launched himself into a flurry of moves, keeping Night wing on the back foot, their swords clashing almightily, sparks shooting of the two surfaces every time they met the only testament to the ferocity of his attacks. Time seemed to pane out as the two whirled together in a deadly dance, their hearts beating erratically, blood pounding through their veins, bodies adapting to the warrior demands taking over their minds until all that was left was the elemental desire to survive.
Darien rocked back as Night wing delivered a sharp kick to his middle, his mind demanding his body fought against the instinctual reflex of bending over. He ducked quickly as Night wing's blade sliced through the air and delivered a quick jab to his opponent's side with the sword, only to have his attempt blocked. Retreating, his wary body swaying as he surveyed the damage he'd been able to inflict on his opponent. A quick scan revealed the torn clothing from various swipes with his sword and the startling red of blood, welling from numerous nicks, contrasting against the milky hue of Night wing's skin. Shifting his gaze back up, he saw the frantic rise and fall of Night wing's chest, misty clouds of breath crystallising in the cold air as he tried to replenish his oxygen debt.
He admired the play of blues, violets and blacks blossoming along Night wing's left cheek, the middle of the bruised flesh marred by the clean cut of his blade, blood pooling out and trailing down the side of Night wing's face. He watched as a steady hand reached up to brush aside the blood, eyes glistening back at him from under the black hood.
While assessing his opponents cuts and bruises, his mind had been filing away the damage inflicted upon his own body; the cuts randomly zig-zagging across his tall frame, his side numb to any sensation due to a well timed blow from his opponent, but most importantly was the screaming agony of his shoulder as he held his sword, pain pulsating every second more that his blade remained in his hands.
Grimacing, Darien shifted his stance, only for his head to snap up sharply as something came whistling through the air towards him. Slow to react, he felt the breath knocked out of him as something collided with his body and he was propelled off his feet and a few metres through the air to land roughly on his back, his body instantly cradling the softer body laying on top of his with his arms. He lifted his head and glanced to the side, squinting his eyes to minimise the chances of the various dust particles swirling through the air settling within his eyes. Through the blanketing dust cloud he could make out the deep crater where he was previously stood.
Shock at how close he came to a second 'death' filtered through his body, numbing him to all sensations expect that of the warm body held tightly on top of his. Shifting his glance back upwards, he began to process certain bits of information, such as the fact that the body on top of his possessed curves that no man should have, that the soft feeling of plush breasts was pressed intimately to his chest. Widening his eyes at the implications of his observations, he closed his eyes and prayed to God before he opened them again and looked into the impassive eyes of his saviour. Ironic as the situation was, Darien felt no need to laugh as Night wing looked down at him from his….. no her position laid out on top of him.
A shaking hand reached up to remove the dark hood covering the rest of Night wing's face. It took several seconds for Darien to realise that it was his own hand pushing back the obstacle despite his minds warning that this was his enemy……. Though that thought in itself present more problems because if this was his enemy then why the hell did he…… no she just save his life?
Forcing aside those thoughts, Darien watched fascinated as the most beautiful face was revealed to his eyes. Silvered hair floated around the two of them as she gazed down at him, the colour glistening in the firelight created from the bomb that had exploded only moment before. Though her eyes were a soulless black, they did nothing to deter from her stunning beauty, especially due to been framed by long, sooty lashes. Her lips were a plump, light pink, begging to be kissed and Darien found himself fighting the urge to do just that. Her nose was dainty and she had high cheekbones.
A surge of lust so strong pulsed through his body and Darien found himself left helpless in its wake. Before he could do anything though, Night wing titled her head up as if listening to something or someone before she was suddenly standing by his side; as if invisible strings had pulled her up. Ignoring the returning pain to his, Darien scrambled to his feet, casting a weary eye over his enemy.
Her eyes were locked on his, an emotion to primal swimming in the depths before it was squashed under an iron will, leaving behind a gapping black hole, which still managed to suck him in now he had seen the true face of his enemy.
"Why?" His hollow question breached the silence between them.
"Because you are my enemy and I'll be damned if someone else takes away the privilege of killing you. You Darien Shields will be my greatest conquest." The soft husky tones of her voice, sent shivers up his spine, seeping into his veins like melted honey, but her words were cold and emotionless. This was just another job for her. He couldn't help but feel sad, only to be replaced by disgust at himself as well as anger. Here he was pining after his enemy only because she had a pretty face, a wondrous voice and one hell of a body, something he knew having had said body pressed flush up against his.
Before he could say anything, he felt the air sizzle before Night wing vanished from existence. Sweeping his gaze around, he scanned the area before bending to retrieve his fallen sword and proceeded back to the raging battle before him, steeling his heart, body and soul along the way. Night wing wasn't the only one with a job to do……………………………………