Hey ya´ll, I just learned there are way more of you than I realized! So excited to be able to share my work with so many people! Can't even express how excited I am! XD And lookie here! I've updated every day FOR THREE DAYS! what is this strange concept? Can't promise it'll ever happene again like this...but enjoy it while it lasts right? ;)

Here's my OC villain character Jae Ren. Get to know her, she'll be back. :)

Kudos to all of you fantabulous readers! I love you all!

-D.

Jae stalked confidently down the corridor like a panther. Red reeked of fear, and fury, and strategy. Dangerous. She did not want him anywhere near her. Metal smelled of nauseating loyalty and unquestioning obedience. She wanted to rip her heart out. They were bonded, she could feel it. But not in a sexual manner. Just...bonded. The kind that is forged in molten magma and rises stronger than iron. A bond of necessity and longevity rather than attraction and passion. The Bond pulled taut between them as Red stalked off buzzing. Buzz.

He was always buzzing she assumed. His brain was buzzing with genius and thought and strategy but also frailty...the buzzing was climbing in pitch and she wondered if his mind was about to betray him...how close to the edge of madness must one dance to achieve genius? Metal was not buzzing, or frail. She was rock solid and dense. She was having them clean up the bodies. Obedient. It made Jae sick. Vomit.

The first kill had showed her the way. It was far. Too far. Men were stopping and looking at her. Some out of curiosity-the next Ren was a mere child. Some out of fear-she was the most powerful the Knights Circle had ever had. Some out of dark lust. She could feel it wafting off of them and touching her every crevice with their greed. She smirked at them knowingly and grit her teeth against the urge to kill all of them. To rip out their innards and make them eat them. To snare their hearts and eat them whole. There were too many of them. Armies.

She would kill too many of them for Red to allow for...then she'd have to kill him and she didn't want to kill Red. Not yet. She wanted to toy with him and see what made him tick. She wanted to find a fear in him he could not shut down like he had when he first felt her power rush through him. She wanted to see the exact point in time were logic and reason succumbed to madness...and she was too far into the midst of madness to trace herself back...he was dancing around the edges...she wanted to watch him warp...she wanted to drink his fear. She didn't want to have to kill Red yet, so she left the lusting alone...for now. Perhaps she would take them one by one and dance to the melodies of their screams. Beautiful.

The guard by her door, leered down at her and withheld her key from her as he opened his mouth to make a demand. The lust poured from this one with experience and she cocked her head to the side examining him. He was tall and dark-haired...handsome and in his mid-thirties. He would make a perfect example, she decided. Perfect. Present.

As he opened his cruel mouth to make his demand her hand shot forward and he flew up to be pinned against the wall. His dark eyes flew wide in surprise and shock and as they studied her the lust drained and the fear welled. Her mouth quirked up and to the left and her wide eyes narrowed as she plucked the key from his hand. Then she took a finger of her force and honed it glass-sharp before drilling it into the man's chest. He let out a scream and she shivered in excitement, satisfaction and ecstasy pooling in her chest. She loved that sound. Screams.

Carefully and artistically she carved her words onto his chest, "Don't Touch." and left him up on the wall outside her chambers. She gave him a sweetly insane smile and used the key to enter her chambers. Goodnight.

The door clicked shut behind her and she stroked the room for any persons. There were none, only droids. Good droids were better than people. She killed one anyways, just for fun. She wandered around, studying the dark nature of the stone work and hummed as she traced the smooth granite walls. She gasped in delight as power kissed her fingers. She explored it. It was the Master Kight's energy. Almost a decade old...he'd been storing it up in the walls of his chambers. She grinned as she placed her hands on the cool surface and pulled. Devoured.

His power was angry, and red. Snapping like a dragon in her veins. She gave a delighted giggle as his dark force hummed in her chest. She could feel his fears, and his desires. She could trace his thoughts, dark hisses...long out-dated...but a testament to what he was. How powerful. How destructive. It was like a breath of fresh air. Shredding her lungs and piercing her nose. She pulled and pulled and pulled, greedily stealing away his stores, giving herself the advantage of knowing his dark force before their duel the next morning. This was her predecessor. And when she killed him tomorrow she would drink his blood and force until he was dry and dead and forfeited his title of Master of the Knights of Ren to her. Jae Ren. He, by tradition was still the Knight's Master, even traitor that he was, because he hadn't been bested in duel. He lived on. She would kill him tomorrow, and thank his corpse for this great gift. This power, and position and title. He was indeed a great master. She giggled again. Funny.

She couldn't hold any more of his power...it was too much. Too torn...a dragon split at the seams. He was conflicted even then...in his prime. If he hadn't been torn between Dark and Light he would have been powerful. Even more than the Supreme Snoke. But his mind was weak...too weak to kill his heart. She snickered. Now she had his power and understood his weaknesses. She was thirsty for his blood. So thirsty. SHe could already taste it. Patience.

She unbuttoned her boots and dropped her cloak on the bed before wandering into the bathhouse. It was clean and black like the rest of the chamber, the mirror was cracked, and she grinned at her reflection enjoying how cracked her reflection was and how telling it was of her image. She giggled and explored the shower. Barefooted and half-clothed she played with it until it burst to life scalding hot. She gasped and grinned letting it soak her remaining clothing and burn her skin. She leaned into it. Hot.

Slowly she turned the heat down down down until it was icy cold and bit into her red welting skin as she removed the rest of her clothing and left it in a dark wet pile in the corner of the shower. She shivered in the shower. Icy and numb. Calming down her excitement for the duel. "Not yet, love. Not yet." She cooed. She would wait for tomorrow. She had not eaten in two days. She was excited to devour her opponent. She bit her lip to contain her anticipation and red hot blood streaked down her chin. Wait.

Buzz.

Vomit.

Armies.

Beautiful.

Present.

Screams.

Goodnight.

Devoured.

Funny.

Patience.

Hot.

Wait.

She laid down atop the covers wet, shivering and shuddering and numb.

Sleep.