Soundtrack: Katy Perry - E.T
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Chimera
Chi·me·ra [ki-meer-uh]
a horrible or unreal creature of the imagination; a vain or idle fancy: He is far different from the chimera your fears have made of him.
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Her head presses back into the pillows as another shudder of pleasure takes over. His blue eyes dance with glee, alight with smug self satisfaction. Until she takes him in her mouth and leads him up and down through a ride of ecstasy that not even a vampire - with all their years of life and experience - can ever get enough of. Especially when she is his. All his.
A kiss. A passionate kiss that sets her on fire captures her lips. No one else can make her feel so.. incredible. Her hands tremble as they run through his dark hair. He's as right for her as she is for him. Hot breath traces her neck a second before a duel penetration. His elongated teeth pierce the skin on her neck just as he slides -
"Ryora!" The blonde awoke with a jerk. Her breathing erratic and her pulse thundering as the last tendrils of excitement shot through her body. "You're going to be late, Ry!" Freya's voice called again from the other side of the bedroom door.
"I'm up!" She replied after a moment's pause, reining in her composure. Sex dreams. Two that week and it was only Tuesday. She rubbed her arms to rid herself of the goosebumps covering her skin. She hadn't quite decided what she thought of them. Nobody wants to wake up after a heart pounding exchange with a mystery lover feeling so... dirty. But then nobody would want to wake up at all when their imagination is that good...
She caught herself and shook her head. Clearly, her body was telling her something.
"Get freaking laid." She muttered under her breath, rising from her bed and surveying her flushed complexion in the dresser mirror. Even though the last time she had sex was.. two months ago? Maybe it had something to do with the whole awakening-unknown-magic-powers. She could ask Hollie and Freya... and never live it down.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. There was always Damon; who usually seemed to know more about what was going on than she did. She quickly banished the thought when her cheeks started to burn. Oh she could see that conversation going so well. Not only would he be ridiculously cocky - She barely even knew the guy. What had it been, a couple of months? No. No way. Not that she'd seen him lately anyway, she'd skipped out on the Lockwood's party and he hadn't made any more visits to the house.
Coach Tanner flashed across her mind's eye in a sudden reality check that knocked the air from her lungs. The blood splattered concrete of the school car park sent a wave of nausea crashing down on top of her. It was strong enough to make her grip onto the dresser for support. Something screamed at her wrong, wrong, wrong. And then there was the fact Vicki Donovan was missing again so soon after her own 'animal attack'...
The longer she tried to put it off, or the more she pushed it away, the more it haunted her. A weight sitting in her gut driving her to do something. But what? Endanger her family or go up against a hundred+ year old vampire that could kill her in a second. She ran her hands up and down her arms, attempting to soothe the chill racing over her skin. 'You're a vessel for nature. Channelling it's will like it's your own.' Her grandmother would know what to do. If she could work up the courage to tell her.
It seemed like she was the only one who was struggling with something because neither the older wiccan or Ryora's cousins acted any different.
"Ryora! If you want a ride you've got five minutes!" Hollie's voice called from the bathroom, bringing her back to the present. She sighed, dragging herself to her closet and beginning her daily routine.
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The drive into school was uncomfortable, to say the least. Not only because of Hollie's growing awareness that Ryora was not herself, but the actual nagging inside the blonde increased. Do something. She all but scrambled out of the car, offering a half hearted excuse of being tired before making a quick escape from the probing gaze of her cousin. Her eyes stuck to the ground as she walked, her already poor mood declining. It was not helped by a pair of black shoes coming sharply into view. She glanced up, ready to grumble an insincere apology when the words stuck in her throat. The spike of cold shock was quickly replaced with a smouldering temper. Call it instinct, but suddenly she knew. She knew, he'd done it.
"You killed him."
"Good morning to you too, sunshine." His smirk only served to provoke her.
"Get out of my way before I throw you into the nearest wall." She snarled, her skin tingling and prickling as she glared at the dark haired vampire. Strength filled her limps, prompting the out of character threat. What are you doing?! Externally, she looked confident. Internally her subconscious paled, mouth hanging wide open at her sudden ferocity. Damon was equally as unimpressed.
"Try it, little wiccan. I could kill you, right here right now. Your eyes flashing purple doesn't scare me Blondie and if I was you I would be trying to keep that neat little party trick from view. Wouldn't want people knowing your secret now, would we?" Fuck. She calmed instantly, smothering the flare of magic so her natural eye colour returned. To her surprise, the new found power coursing through her body remained. She could definitely get use to that.
"Keep murdering people and we'll find out." She coldly replied, side stepping round him and attempting to walk away. As she predicated, that was not enough to escape and the vampire followed her.
"Don't worry shorty, I've had my fill. For now." Ryora could feel the smirk aimed at her back. Deciding the best response was simply to not respond at all, she pressed her lips into a thin line and ignored him. Clearly, that was what she should have done sooner. Damon gave a dramatic sigh and reached for her shoulder. Ignoring her protests he took her bag and swung it onto his own shoulder, holding his hands up in a sign of defeat. "Alright, alright I'm sorry. I'll be on my best behaviour from now on - besides they've already caught the killer." She paused at her locker, shooting a dubious look at him.
"They have?" She questioned warily, arching one eyebrow. What now?
"Yeah! A mountain lion - a big one." She rolled her eyes at the accompanying hand actions; emphasising the feline's size. "Figured since I'll be hanging round here for a while, I'd cover my tracks." He added casually. Oh, well that was just peachy wasn't it? Not.
"You're staying? Fabulous." Ryora retorted dryly, turning to get her books. He placed a hand over his heart and made a step backwards in mock insult.
"I am wounded by your sarcasm, Miss Pulmer. Here I thought we were becoming friends." He smirked, leaning against the neighbouring locker.
"Oh really? Who gave you that impression?" She scoffed, taking her satchel back off him and cramming her notes half hazardly in. He tutted, brushing her hands away and sorting them.
"You did, of course. With your incredible warmth."
"Of course. And how did you see this beautiful friendship developing?" She asked impassively as he finished organizing her things.
"Well you can continue to pretend to hate me, or we can alleviate your negativity." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned in closer, her cheeks burned. Swallowing, she narrowed her eyes back at him.
"Bite me."
"Don't tempt me, Wiccan. The dreams are enough." Well that took the wind right out of her sails. The power was replaced with unpleasant shock. To his amusement Ryora's jaw dropped. He pressed two fingers underneath her chin to close her opened mouth with enough arrogance it was a miracle she didn't suffocate. That, and the fact she'd forgot to breathe.
"You-You've been having them too?" She all but choked out, watching him resume his casual leaning and redirect his gaze onto passing students.
"Er, yeah! Thank you, by the way, delightful gifts." Cue mastered smug smirk.
"It's me?" She squeaked. Where had that confidence gone?
"Nothing to worry about - just your hormones needing time to adjust to the new energy." In the next second he was directly in front of her. She froze, her spine locking into a rigid line. Slowly, his lips lowered down towards hers and stopped a mere centimetre before they'd touch. The feel of his breath quickened her pulse. He did not, however, kiss her. Instead he turned his head to whisper in her ear. "Enjoy it little Wiccan." One hand cupped the side of her face and the other traced the back of her neck. She shivered, forcing herself to swallow and closed her eyes for a split second. When she opened them again, Damon was walking away. Bastard, she cursed at his back.
"Everything alright, Pulmer?" She turned round to find Tyler Lockwood stood a little way behind her. The gleam in his eye told her he'd seen everything. When she remained silent he continued, not needing any prompt. "The sexual tension between the two of you is unbelievable!" Great. Just what she needed the entire school to know. She winced at the thought of Caroline finding out. She probably didn't even know Damon was back yet. The observing Jock, caught on immediately. "Your best friend's boyfriend. God that's rough." Not even two years ago, she and Tyler had been close. Then he had changed and became the ass that stood gleefully watching her discomfort.
"Just as rough as screwing around your best friend's sister. Nice to see you're helping look for her." She replied coldly, slamming her locker door shut and striding away from him. It wasn't until she'd gotten to class that she realised she'd never denied his words.
The day passed in yet another blur. The stupid vampire was on Ryora's brain. Unfortunately, so were the sex dreams and as a consequence every time Caroline looked at her she panicked; having the irrational fear that the cheerleader could somehow read her thoughts. It was ridiculous, as a wiccan, if either of them were reading thoughts it was Ryora.
Caroline was too preoccupied with Halloween to notice anyway. Thank god.
Ryora's costume was a vampire, courtesy of said friend. Damon was definitely going to get a kick out of this one. She could hear the comments now...
And there was that warmth downstairs again...
Why did her dreams have to be about him?
And how was she sending them to him too?
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