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THIS HAS BEEN EDITED 14/04/2016

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Chapter 21: To No Place in Particular

Myra was having an inner battle with her thoughts. On one side, she could pretend like the bruises on her face never existed, go up to Vaas, and shake hands with the person who inflicted the wounds. However, she could turn and walk away, return to the safety of Timo's kitchen; well the safest it could get. The fire seemed to attract most of her attention now, burning slowly and eternally. The flames, caught in their eternal roaring and battling, licking the wood with their scorching tongues. She stared at the flames, weighing her options and listening to the soft growls of Bella behind her. The cold was in her stomach, the heat was on her face, reflecting in her eyes. Myra wasn't someone to back away and cringe in the corner, scared half to death. On the other hand, she was strong with situations like these, and would usually get them over with. Then forgive and forget. But Vaas was just a human.

Mistakes are human. Forgiveness is divine.

She sighed, breathing in until her chest almost touched her chin and exhaled into the air. Blue eyes scrolled to where the devil stood behind the blaze. She hadn't realized how she missed the crazy torment of the eyes of the demon, how incredibly desirable they were. She missed the way the colors never seemed to decide which would be dominant, sometimes more green, other times hazel and on the rare occasions, grey. She missed the fire, the rage coiling behind the stormy sea of his orbs. She missed the raw anger and determination hiding beyond the iris. Licking her lips, Myra felt the devil hiding inside her emerge as well. Oh, this feeling inside her made her devilish side break from the shield she'd created.

Her heart seemed to beat the shit out of her chest, pushing against the bones to burst out. When the feeling calmed, she looked away from Vaas, a smirk tugging at the side of her lips, and walked away. Her steps were slow and calculated, gaining the company of Bella's small paws not soon after. Her ears focused on the sound of her boots crushing the dirt under them, flattening it even more. She forced her legs to move slowly, because if it wasn't for her mind screaming to walk slow, she'd run back to Timo's. The ache pounding in the legs that were forced to walk slowly, was beginning to give the itch back to Myra. She wanted to run. She wanted to throw herself in the flames and let them consume them, let the devil pick at her flesh and bleed her out.

Predator and prey, the game the pirate lord loved the most. It spiked up his nerves, jolting the adrenaline inside the veins snaking in his body like vicious snakes hungry for a kill. He liked the game because he always won. He liked it more with women, when they taunted him, lingered themselves before he finally pounced and satisfied the hunger in him. However, with Myra it was different on so many levels. He knew that when he'd come back, she would hold a grudge on what he did to her. Although his memory is blanked for most of the things during that famous night, he remembered beating the shit out of her. He wouldn't deny the colors painted on her face were kind of cute in a sick, twisted way.

Vaas knew the game she was attempting to play. Myra wanted to play victim. However, he knew, deep down, she had missed him. It was in her eyes when she first set the beautiful blue on his crazy green. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Vaas watched Myra walk, seeing her forcing to take her time. With a smirk tugging on his lips, he followed at the same pace.

Bella was trotting next to Myra, squeaking at flies and jumping to try to catch them. She felt Vaas follow her, his huge presence taking up most of the space. Her back burned with the familiar fire, the tense atmosphere enclosing around them. She didn't need to look back to know the devil was on her tracks.

"Myra." The rasp, desirable voice of the demon behind her sent a chill up her spine. He was still far behind her, but his voice had boomed all the way up to her. Like a snake, his presence slithered into her ears and invaded her senses. She was tempted to bite her lip while the chilling rush snaked up her spine. Bella didn't seem to notice the thing that was going on around her.

Myra kept walking, direction: Vaas' shanty. "Myra," his voice came again. She wanted to continue to walk, Bella at her side like a bad ass bitch. The thought made her laugh internally. Slowly, she stopped and turned. The air seemed to thicken, clogging Myra's throat and ridding her from speaking out his name. Blue eyes stared straight into green/hazel ones.

Vaas was the same as usual, the dark demon that had twisted out of him the other night gone. He was himself, well he was still twisted, and sick, and devilish... But Myra liked it. His Mohawk looked like it had been trimmed, the side of his skull freshly shaven, the scar more prominent. His tanned skin glistened in the dark, bathing the mind of the brunette with the thought of his skin against hers. It looked like he had a new red tank top, but his trousers were the same dark shade. She even looked down to his boots, perfectly laced up his ankles. The wide assortment of necklaces hung messily around his neck, the green gem glistening in the dim lighting. Some white bandannas were encircled around his hands, snaking around the thumbs. He had trimmed his beard too, leaving it to a simple stubble.

"You fucking ignoring me, pera?" he purred. Bella squeaked in surprise at his voice, shielding herself behind Myra's legs.

"I fucking heard you," Myra responded sternly. Vaas smiled, crossing his arms over his chest in a dominant manner. Myra tried not to linger her eyes too much on the veins sticking out of his arms. God, she was so angry at him when she looked at his face. She wanted revenge for the bruises on her face, but she wanted to play the game as well. The burning anger inside her mingled with desire, hence creating a pull and push sensation. The anger was pushing her to scream, kick, and punch this motherfucker down. Yet her desire pulled her back to the shanty. Anger and desire did mingle well together. She smiled to herself, her thoughts always humoring.

"Then why did you continue to walk away from me?" he asked, furrowing his brows. Myra scoffed, turning her gaze to where the shanty lay.

"You're not going to tell me from who to walk away from, senor," Myra answered, the Spanish becoming familiar on her tongue. Vaas smirked at the Spanish, finding it sexy on the young woman. However, her protestation angered him. This was his island, and he had power over everyone on it, rather they like it or not.

"I fucking rule this island," the pirate lord growled, taking a dangerous step towards the brunette. Bella squeaked silently behind Myra, hiding her face from the man. "You do what I say when I say."

"Well, I'm not the type to be controlled, Vaas," Myra spoke back, voice stronger than she intended it to be. Her chin went up a tad bit as she overlooked the pirate, seeing his anger flare up.

"Well," he breathed out, a fake smile plastering itself on his face to mask the anger. "Most women love to be dominated. Just wait and see what I can make you do under my fucking control, pera," he teased, leaning in to look her in the eyes. She smirked, spiking his interest, and anger. Oh, she was desirable alright. The pirate lord was burning to jump on her.

"Then why don't you show me," she whispered back. That was it. At the same time, both of them realized how much they wanted each other. No feelings. Just the feel of their skins rubbing and the sound of their consummation. Nothing mattered, yet all that mattered was the girl's round eyes and the pirate lord's burning desire. They both wanted the sex because they were angry at each other.

Myra left Vaas shocked to the bone, and turned, walking back to the shanty. Bella trotted aside her, but Myra had her thoughts somewhere else. She wanted him so badly, she almost needed him. She wanted his skin against hers, his breath fanning her skin, him. Oh, and she had it.

Vaas walked after her, eagerness springing inside him. He watched the brunette enter his shanty, not turning to give him a look, but he knew she was burning to. The air had become so heavy with their anger and desire to have each other, the tension and eagerness just adding on. The girl entered, disappearing in the darkness just as Vaas was getting in himself.

The shanty was dark, simply illuminated by the moonlight, and the pirate lord watched the shadow of the young woman move around in the dark. He didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted her to scream his name so loud, the fucking roof would lift. He didn't waste any time with her.

The pirate lord took the woman by the waist, shoving her heating body against his. He brought his lips to hers, feeling her melt under him. His lips kissed hers, tasting the sweet, sugary taste of Myra. Her tongue took its place with his, dancing the oh so familiar dance. He pushed against her, his lips hardening against her and squeezing her hips that he was now holding. Her arms snaked across his chest, passing over the bumpy ride of his muscles, finally encircling his neck. She gripped hard, making a small groan escape Vaas' lips. He shoved her against the nearest wall, passing his hands under her thighs to lift her up. Knowingly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She kissed him, hard and despairingly. His hands were rough against her skin, making goosebumps rise in their wake. Her body was on fire, ignited by the simple touch of the man. He was eager, making the desire in her grow to the point where she couldn't handle it anymore. Her breathing was hitching every time Vaas squeezed her thighs near her crotch. When the sweat had already started to bead on their foreheads, Myra felt him smile against her lips, his tongue retreating back. She gripped his face, bringing him closer. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted the desire in her to last forever. It was so great and amazing.

Breathing hard and rapidly, Myra gripped his belt, tugging at the metal. He chuckled, his hands snaking under her tank.

He reached back to his holster, slipping the knife out with ease. Myra smirked, the animal inside her perking on all senses. Vaas ripped her tank open, the tip of the blade grazing the skin under. A low, animalistic growl escaped Myra as she felt him squeeze her waist, her hands un-buckling the leather belt. His hands made a fire in the woman blaze, making the whole situation turn into a rush.

She ripped the knife out of his hands, planting kisses on the man's mouth, her body moving against his. The knife tore the tank apart, same like Myra's. Their bare chests touched, molding into each other until Vaas reached back to unclasp her bra and threw it aside in a swift but brutal movement. He wrapped his strong arms around her, squeezing the breath out of her lungs, making her body push against his chest. Her legs wrapped around him tightened, making the erection in the pirate lord's pants prominent. With a devilish grin, Myra jumped off of him, pushing him with her small hands towards his cot. He grabbed her arms tightly, surely to leave some bruises.

"Come here," his rasp voice ordered in a low growl. She chuckled, watching the man fall back on his cot. She watched his almost perfect chest, illuminated by the dim lighting of the moon through the windows. Shadows danced over scars of previous battles, memories carved on the skin. The muscles on his chest, almost too good to be true.

Myra helped him tug his pants down, hands eager and fast, throwing the trousers on the floor with the boots. He sat up, the skin crumpling at his stomach, and he grabbed Myra, pinning her under him in a swift movement. One hand held her wrists over her head, while the other skimmed over her bare chest, the rough sensation giving goosebumps to the young woman. She enjoyed the feeling, ablaze under the touch of the pirate lord. Vaas grazed his nails on the skin of her stomach to her pelvic, before passing his fingers in the loop of her trousers and pulling them off. Myra struggled with her boots, kicking them off gracelessly. Myra arched her back and lifted her hips off the mat to help ease the taking off of her pants.

When the trousers were off, Vaas placed himself between the girl's legs, devilish grin on his face. She eagerly and hungrily grabbed his face to kiss him, wrapping her legs around his waist to entrap him.

Swimming. That's what it felt like. Myra swam with all the intense and brutal emotions bursting through her throughout the night. Vaas wasn't gentle, but the woman liked it. She loved the growls that escaped their mouths every time they climaxed, or the nail scratches she left on his back. It was fast, rough, and all over the place, but so good. If the young woman wasn't in paradise while the man was in her, she wondered where she was. The feelings racing through her veins with adrenaline and desire sent her over the top, enjoying every thrust, moan, and scratch. Their sweaty bodies connected, the skin rubbing with a rough sensation that rose goosebumps and lit a fire between them. She loved when he grabbed her hips, squeezing the skin until she felt her veins popping. Or when he scratched his nails along her thigh, on the verge of his climax.

However, before Myra let him finish, she flipped him under, wanting to see him deteriorate under her. He didn't bother in his vulnerable state, eyes opening to watch the woman who took full control. It was something the pirate lord hadn't experienced before. He liked his women under, but with this one, it was different. He liked it, found himself surprised of just watching her pleasure him. Myra's breath hitched, her eyes became so dark that the blue was barely visible. She transformed into the monster she was inside, letting it lose for the first time in her life. It was strange that it was with Vaas that it had to be released. But it felt good to finally let go of all the darkness she'd been keeping encased for so long.

There was lip biting, nail scratching, and hair pulling throughout the night, but not once did Myra not enjoy the small pains. She figured out he like to pull her hair while his fingers dug in the scalp. He figured she liked to scratch his back and leave red markings. All the anger was let out with groans and noises that no human could explain. Myra hadn't felt so alive in such a long time.

Myra woke up to a bright light piercing her closed lids. She felt warm inside, her belly seeming to bubble with joy. Her cheek was against Vaas' chest as she woke, eyes squinting to see through the beam of light. It was day, the night having passed so fast. Was it dream, the wonderful sex? Deep down she hoped it wasn't.

She rose her head gently, her curled hair flopping to one side of her head, and took a look around. Nope, she hadn't dreamed. She was sprawled over Vaas, right leg over his waist in a familiar manner and arms across his chest. They lay, naked, on the sheetless cot, their skins hot and sweaty. Myra gulped, smirking and turning her head to the man she lay over.

He was asleep and looked so strangely peaceful. His eyebrows were pulled away from their usual frown, making his eyes seem wider. His lips were slightly parted, revealing the tips of white teeth. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his breathing whispering out of his mouth. Myra couldn't keep her eyes off him, how strangely normal he looked. She played back the events of the night, where he had completely been vulnerable to her many times. She smirked when she recalled the scratches she must have left on his back and arms. Well, her body wasn't better.

She had bruises in the form of hands on her hips and forearms. They were bright blue, but not harmful. The brunette got up, passing a leg over the asleep form under her as quietly as possible. The floor boards creaked under her weight and the cot groaned, making the pirate on it growl out incomprehensible words. Myra froze in spot, arms around her chest and looked back. Vaas was still asleep, had just turned his back to her.

With a sigh, the young woman looked around for her trousers, panties, and bra. She knew her tank top was hopeless so she'd go scouting for one after she found the necessities. Her trousers were dirty from being on the floor so long, so the girl had to dust them off quite often. When she was dressed in her boots, trousers, and bra, Myra turned to the small chest in the corner of Vaas' shanty. Opening it and cursing the creaking, Myra patted around mostly red tank tops and black shirts. With a frown, the girl pulled out a black t-shirt, maybe small enough to fit her. She stood, passing the material over her head and inhaling the subtle scent of the man who had worn it.

A squeaking noise shook her from her small daze, making her slip the fabric over her head in a frenzy. Bella stood in the door way to Myra's little room. Her head was cocked and she watched her master smile. "Come on," Myra whispered, urging the small feline out the shanty. Myra was desperate for air, to just get out and get a big gulp of it. And Bella needed a walk.

A couple minutes later, Myra was walking in the jungle with Bella at her side. She walked, feeling the t-shirt, that fit her marvelously, rub against her skin. The touch of it was familiar, like when Vaas touched her. She shook her head. Get that out of your head! she shouted internally. Bella squirmed out of a bush, making Myra laugh. The thing really brought some joy back in Myra, making her laugh and smile when things were going wrong... or right. If Bella were a person, she would be like Ella. Strong, funny, a bit girly but still fierce. However, Myra had always been more fierce than Ella, never getting scared, nor gave a damn and certainly did more brutal things.

Myra wondered if Ella had joined Jake, finally out of their suffering. The brunette had done her job eliminating her friend. Ella was probably being raped and beaten. Her only way away from all the mental and physical pain was death, which Myra gave to her. If only she had saved Jake earlier, maybe he wouldn't have suffered as much. The realization that her two childhood friends were gone wasn't as tough to bare as she thought.

Myra sat on a rock, throwing some tiny branches at the tiger, which was playing with some dead leaves. The thing was stupid, but it was young as well. The woman couldn't wait for the tiger to be older, fully grown, and mature. The good days of raising a child! Myra felt the discouragement of knowing she had to feed the thing again this morning, maybe even three times since the thing kept drinking more and more. Bella was a greedy fucking tiger.

There was a rustling behind her. The hand that clasped around her mouth was so unexpected, jolting the woman's body to the ground. Strong arms wound around her chest and she felt her assailant tug backwards. Cold crystallized under her skin like mold and crept into her throat. Icicles formed in the pit of her stomach. With a scream that was muffled by the hand over her mouth, Myra was pulled away in the jungle, thrashing and watching Bella being picked up by a very familiar woman. Citra walked alongside her as Myra was being carried grotesquely away, Bella in hand like she if she knew the thing since birth. Myra's eyes grew wide with the fear that tore at the soft tissue in her stomach, twisting painfully. Fucking bitch had planned this all along and now Myra was going to be subject of her insane plan.