*looks out from behind the bush*…*rolls and flips till I'm behind another bush*…*looks out again and sees that the coast is clear*…*breaths out and walks over to the computer in my room*…*wonders why there are two bushes in my room*…*doesn't notice the people outside my window that were going to kill me for not updating.*
*big kitten eyes here* HELLO WORLD!... *cricket* *silence* *cricket cricket*… *sweat drop then tear drop* SUCH A CRUEL AND COLD WORLD. :-
Title: Crimson Nightfall
Author: Kharma R.J Askot
Chapter Five: Carmine Taint
Staring up into Phantom's hardened emerald gaze Sam fell into a lapse and let the electrifying cocoon of silence envelope them. He pressed her wrists into the mattress and loomed over her, emitting and unreadable air. His knees rested on either side of her thighs as he pulled her up a little by her arms to stare directly into his green eyes. Lowering his face to hers he angled his head contemplatively, his strands of wet hair hanging down to drop water on her face.
"Is it really that hard to understand, Sam?" the question rolled off his tongue as smoothly as newly spun silk, his breath, cold and sweet, caressing her face. A wicked smile curved his lips and for a moment she glimpsed his pearly white teeth, his fangs slender and gleaming. Sam swallowed and then shifted her gaze up to his green eyes. Flecks of gold glittered in the emerald gems, dancing to make his eyes seems hard yet fluid; it was a property to them that she had not noticed before.
Looking back at her with half closed lids Phantom licked his lips slowly. Though he was angry he found himself tempted to lean down and start something. Sliding his hands up from her wrists to entwine their fingers, he dropped his hooded gaze to her lips and smirked, "I wonder if we could pick up where we left off last night."
Sam's eyes widened as Phantom fitted his lips to hers in a deep and searching kiss. His tongue probed her mouth and instantly heat raged within him. Pressing her into the mattress he playfully coaxed a response from her, using lips, tongue and teeth to tease her into answering his kiss. When she finally did answer it was with a timid swipe of her tongue. Phantom greedily sucked her tongue into his mouth, craving every sensation her warmth afforded.
Sam drowned in the taste of Phantom. He was cold and sweet and the feel of his chill made her tingle. His tongue danced around her mouth and the damn tendrils of his hair hung down onto her face, leaving trails on water on her cheeks and forehead.
Phantom ground his hips against hers and dragged her head back by her hair to expose her pale smooth throat. Remnants of the hot taste of her tingled on his tongue and his gums itched as his fangs extended slightly. He tore open the front of her shirt, the buttons he hadn't bothered to undo flying in different directions. He lowered his head to her breast, pulling aside the material of her bra with his teeth, feeling Sam tremble ever so slightly as his cold breath passed over her skin.
He was ruthless with his lips and tongue as he suckled the taunt, aroused flesh, feeling and appreciating her warmth. Sam gasped and moaned underneath him as he closed his teeth around her nipple, pulling gently even as he licked with his tongue. With his free hand Phantom traced patterns over her exposed ribs and abdomen, his other hand tangled in her mass of black hair.
A primal urge laid siege to Phantom as he felt his fangs push to their full length and with much thought or hesitation he sunk them into her flesh. She cried out beneath him and thrust her back into a high arch, eyes wide open and body flooded with the sensations that Phantom drove into her. He pulled his teeth from her and sucked at the wound, liquid ecstasy flooding his throat and he groaned at the taste of it. Sure enough the first swallow lanced his body with a searing heat that had him clawing at the sheets for control…and he loved it.
He could taste the heat of her body and the moisture that he knew dampened between her thighs. He could see the stars that danced across her eyes and the thoughts that danced across her mind; images of him and her in far more intimate activities than just him taking her blood. Heat scored his entire body as he drank and entertained the prospect of having Sam in bed for the next hour while he drove himself into the depths of her warmth. 'And for that you need her alive.'
Phantom's eyes flew open as he sprang back from her to the foot of the bed, his breathing hard and fast and her blood still on his lips, the sweet sting of it in the back of his throat. Her blood sang through his veins like a siren's song, calling him back to the exotic banquet that lay beneath her skin. He didn't answer the call but he damn well and wanted to.
Sam lay stunned as Phantom shot her a mild glare and then jumped off the bed to dress himself properly. Her mind was a whirlwind of dizzying sensations and thoughts that left her paralyzed for the moment, something Phantom didn't seem to mind. Snapping out of her mindless state Sam immediately grabbed her clothes close, sheathing in anger and embarrassment as Phantom laughed lightly. She shot him a glare only to find his eyes already on her.
He leaned against the bed post at the foot of the bed; his eyes, now a dark smoldering green, were locked on her with the intensity of a predator. She froze momentarily before turning two shades redder. Phantom smirked and whispered more to himself than to her, "Very pretty when you blush."
Crossing the room Phantom opened the doors to the closet and tossed her a t-shirt and a small enough pair of jeans. Knowing her eyes were fixated on his back he allowed his hair to darken to black as he reached into the closet to retrieve a shirt for himself. Turning to Sam he gave her a once over before rolling his now blue eyes at her staring form.
"Get dressed. I'm taking you home."
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Phantom prided himself for his elite abilities; in fact he was downright cocky about it. Faster than any other, stronger, more advanced magical abilities, ghost powers, overall he was better. The list of things at his disposal was long and impressive; but all of it couldn't possibly amount to shit if he couldn't get rid of a simple problem.
He leaned against the wall, annoyed, observing the problem as it smiled and talked with Sam. Justin. The friendly, ever persistent caller had actually come from wherever the he had been to see Sam. Phantom had sensed someone in her house about a mile out before they got there but he'd been arrogant. He'd shrugged it off thinking that his virginal little pet had hired a gardener or cleaner of some sort to carry out tasks she didn't have time to do. His nerves had done cartwheels when he'd pulled the car into the driveway to see a man leaned against a red Camry, a worried expression on his face. Sam's face had lit up as she bounded out of the car to greet him and he smiled broadly at her. When realization had dawned on him Phantom had sat in the car and issued a bark of laughter 'The boy had some nerve'.
He was silent now, glaring daggers at the back of Justin's head; thinking of creative ends for the man; as he and Sam talked about God knew what. The man's presence irked him sufficiently to ruin his mood. They both sat in Sam's kitchen, talking as she cooked whatever vegetarian dish he wouldn't be able to stomach. His distaste for the food, however, was nothing compared to his disgust at Justin's blatant flirting. It made Phantom's stomach churn every time and it angered him too.
The bastard had just stepped in, asking no questions, and had simply assumed that the presence of another man was as significant as stepping on a cockroach. Phantom ground his teeth together, they were both being arrogant and underestimating Sam, and he was starting to dislike the fact. He had to keep on his toes and remember that she was a woman, not a little girl, even if he treated her like one. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he remembered how they had met and he laughed lightly remembering that he had nearly been shot.
Justin looked at him then and Phantom met his gaze with a level coolness that chilled the room. In that moment an unspoken challenge was both issued and accepted; no rules, no time limit, no sportsmanship required...all was fair in love and war.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Phantom was sheathing in anger by the time Justin left. The asshole had kissed every socially acceptable place on Sam that a friend could kiss. Her forehead, her cheeks, the back of her hand; anywhere a good friend could go he went there and all Sam had done was smile and laugh with him.
Alone once again the tension coiled between them, making Phantom's anger seem to intensify and stifle the room. The hues of orange and yellow, from the setting sun, streamed in through the windows and toned Phantom's pale skin a rich honey gold for the moment. His hair was silvery white again and his eyes were a bright toxic green. There was no mistaking the fact that he was angry.
Sam started for the stairs but stopped when Phantom issued a short command, the tone in his voice leaving no room for an argument, "Sit down."
Sam swallowed thickly and did as she was told. It was times like these that really drove the concept of who and what Phantom was; and if she had to be honest she'd admit that this time she was scared. He crossed the floor to where she sat and stood behind her, listening to her heart thud against her ribs. He slid his fingers into her hair and dropped his lips to her ear. His voice was smooth and cool, sending chills scurrying through her.
"Now, now Samantha darling I don't think we're quite on the same page here. So allow me to clear some things up for you."
Using his free hand he ran a finger all over her throat, stroking the long pale column of flesh as she fought the urge to squirm. "You are mine and the last time I checked I was only one entity sweetheart."
He smiled chillingly against her cheek as he kissed it, "Would you like me to tell you what being owned means?"
She tried to swallow the rising lump of fear in her throat and Phantom hauled her head back in one quick, savage motion so he could stare down into her frightened eyes.
"It means you don't get to fuck around with anyone else. Pull all the stupid bullshit you feel dumb enough to try with me but you don't think of anyone else! It means you don't get to decide what's right or wrong or even fair! Being owned means you have no say in anything! I run what happens and things have to go how I want them to and you'd better drill that through your titanium skull before the lack of knowing kills you.'
He snarled down at her, glaring into her eyes and proceeded to lie right through his teeth. "I don't care if you have a man in your life; quite frankly I can't find a fuck to give, but if you think that changes anything between us and our little game then think again."
His eyes a dark glowed toxic yellow, potent with tightly reined anger, and he smiled evilly as he spoke, "I, for one, have no problem committing a murder as I see fit."
Her eyes widened as he threw her head forward and walked away. Gritting his teeth in anger Phantom turned the lie over in his mind as we willed a portal open before him. He'd said he didn't care but he was damned sure that he did. He knew he had acted like a spoiled child; void of reasoning and drunk on power; but he couldn't help it. His nature was primal, his instincts operating on the most basic of principles. He was a territorial creature with the power and means to defend his territory and possessions; he was the alpha male…and he did not like to share.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
The mossy green ether of the Zone enveloped him as he wisped his way, undetected, through the thick, foggy air. Partially embodied spirits whirled around the trail he had taken, clawing their intangible fingers through his ectoplasmic tail.
Clockwork 's body shifted in age once again, turned the child he had been mere seconds ago into a shriveling old man with long, cold, bony fingers. He knew it was unwise to venture from his fortified tower to these dark corners of the Zone, but current situations did not present him with much of a choice. He sighed heavily, his mind weighed down by the constant flow of time he was so detached from yet such an integral factor to.
He knew his destination well. The vortex at the outskirts of the Zone was the only way in and out of the heart of it. Ironic as it was the realm within their Zone was the most safeguarded prison in existence, Arathic Valadius. Translated into any language the words held no real meaning but were a great sway over the Zone. The dimension was a fortified abyss, restraining the resting and restless evils that could not be controlled.
Clockwork stopped before the swirled black entrance, suddenly feeling the weight of all his dead years pressing upon his chest. Grey, offensive smoke billowed out of the vortex and Clockwork narrowed his eyes against the fumes. Beyond the churning, dark mass a world creaked and groaned; complaining as it fought to retain its contents.
He sighed heavily once again before darting through vortex to view the problem for himself; but he already knew the Ghost zone's secrets could sleep no longer.
Okay…..so I know that right now you guys are probably in a chair tossing mood for 3 reasons:
Ridiculously Late update (I'm super sorry about that _. I had actually stopped writing altogether but I kept getting emails for reviews and story alerts and author alerts. Then I scrolled through my stories and reviews one day and realized that I really do love creating situations. I'm sorry I made you all go through that feeling of a discontinued story (I know it and it sucks). So please forgive me.)
Short Chapter (Well…compared to the others it's a short chappy)
Hahaha CLIFFY! (troll face)
Despite these things I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and had as much fun reading as I did writing it these past two weeks. Thank you.
Kharma RJ Askot
The Shadow Stalker Kitteh