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akagami hime chan: I'm hoping to use so many more of Sarah's abilities. Thank you for your reviews!
That's Balderdash: Thanks, girl! The shadow realm was based on the void from Dishonored, twisted into a different creation.
Nurisiliel: I'm hoping this one lives up to the previous chapter and no, he won't. ;)
Twix13: He might still want to kill her. xD It's so interesting writing him from a feral view.
Rorry Lamb: Thank you so much!
Shamelessly Reckless: Godric is so fine. Sigh~
LPWomer: Thanks, girl! :)
A/N: I'm a dirty liar! xD This chapter took longer than I expected. Writing Godric in his view can be difficult! My god. Oh, and it was the fact that I continued to add more to this chapter than I previously wanted. Eh, it works out. ;)
Sorry for any typos!
Song: Monster-STARSET
Under the knife, I surrendered
The innocence yours to consume
You cut it away
And you filled me up with hate
Into the silence you sent me
Into the fire consumed
You thought I'd forget
But it's always in my head
You're the pulse in my veins
You're the war that I wage
Can you change me?
Can you change me?
You're the love that I hate
You're the drug that I take
Will you cage me?
Will you cage me?
GODRIC
The room continued to buzz, shadows unnaturally slithered across the floor in hushed whispers, torch and candle lights flickered strange, ghostly purple. Godric ignored the creeping shadows, not perceiving them as threats or the strange gate humming from the wall. His eyes remained focused on the witch instead.
In Godric's long life, he had not anticipated a woman maintaining his undivided attention for even a short period. She was so very bizarre. He continued to drag his tongue over her injury, it no longer bled, and whatever blood that resided in the first place, he had eagerly licked away, holding her eyes with his own. The color of bronze or aged honey with particles of red and gold resided in her irises. The vampire gifted her with more of his saliva, pushing the essence of himself into her healing arm, it would heal the damage and clear him of any obligation he owed her. Godric could part with saliva but not his blood. Blood was sacred. He released her warm limb after a final lick, watching as she pulled it back, bronze eyes falling on her arm with surprise. Her lips fell open, her other arm reaching up to poke with one finger at the healing flesh before whirling joyous eyes back up to him. " You're so awesome."
A peculiar look shadowed his face, his brow furrowed at the unknown word falling from her mouth.
Awesome.
Godric didn't recognize that word. "...Awe-some." He recited, curling the word on his tongue, his accent thickening while unconsciously tilting his head to the left, eyes lowered slightly, nevertheless connected with hers. The vampire studied her while her characteristics altered gradually into delight and he was submerged in sudden warmth from her silly emotions.
" Oh yea, you wouldn't know that word. How about?" The mortal paused, her eyes shifted, narrowed, and she gazed up at him with slanted, dark orbs. " Her tongue curled from behind blunt teeth.
" Astounding. Breathtaking. They mean the same thing. You are remarkable, soulmate."
And he was falling into vast waves of loathed sentiments of longing and desire. The blood-covered sorceress was advancing, striding forward, stepping closer. Godric stepped back with alarm, momentarily forgetting himself before halting his retreat, features darkening at her audacity.
" Stop that!"
She wavered at his command, " Why?" Before immediately adding more meaningless words, " If you deny our soulbond, Godric, we will both suffer for it!"
A furious snarl was yanked from his throat and his animosity swelled, Sarah stiffened, her lips pursed with anticipation. The peaceful mood that was once between them evaporated. " A soulbond." He repeated before releasing a violent laugh. Sharp and brief, " Is that the spell you used to force me?"
Sarah paled immediately, her hands were joining one another. The woman stood in front of him now wringing her hands together, delicious discomfort materializing in her eyes and features.
" I would never force you."
Twisting his features in disgust and scorn, " Like you ever could." Glaring down at her with all the supremacy he, as an immortal possessed.
Then the little witch unexpectedly threw her hands up in the air, stomping her barefoot against the blood-splattered ground with exaggeration. " Are we seriously talking about sexual assault? I would never stoop so low and commit such a horrendous act! I don't have to force anything from any man. Know this, beloved, if I wanted the attention, I could easily have it!"
" Indeed," And he was smirking down at her, dismissing the foolish name she called him, and appreciating the outrage clouding her face. " You have already been taken, no longer pure. How effortlessly you must spread your legs for a cock, whore."
Godric anticipated multiple things from the witch. Another yelling fit, perhaps delightful tears, or a dangerous curse being thrown his way. He didn't expect her to calm eerily, she was offended, however. Her calculating emotions were shifting, penetrating his veins, and searing him with fire from within. The witch was rummaging for something, she was examining his psyche, Godric acknowledged, she had discovered to glimpse within him, a skill he had not yet known about to master against her. His unneeded breath caught as apprehension crawled over his skin, sending a sudden shiver down his spine. She was searching for a vulnerability.
" I suspect, I'm not the only one who spreads my legs for cock."
The shock of her words caused his spine to pull taut, his back straightened, and she curled her lips into a satisfied smile.
What did she see?
What did she see?!
Outrage emerged, his own emotion was crashing down on him and suffocating her, his fangs ached and the color of red crawled on the edges of his vision. Saliva pooled into his mouth and he brought his arm up. Godric's eyes remained trained on the woman as she flinched and shied away from his raised limb. The back of his hand faced her and if the cursed bond she entrapped him with was not present, he would have certainly broken her neck with the force of the smack. But it was there, depriving him of not connecting the back of his hand against her cheek.
His fangs knocked against the bottom of his blunt teeth and his jaw tightened. After a tense period, she peered from around her dark hair, brown eyes apologetic. Her shoulders relaxed and lowered when he dropped his stiff arm, bringing it back to his side.
" I swear this, witch. When I find a way to break this spell. I'm going to enjoy watching you burn."
Declaring his promise, he shot her one final dark look before departing the chamber, he ignored her startled eyes on his back, the unnerving need to turn and take her in his arms, pushed the red tapestry to the side with his left limb; he slipped through with resentment and desperation fueling his scheme, stepping over crawling silhouettes and withdrawing from her fierce gaze and wicked magic.
SARAH
Once her soulmate departed, she released her breath with a loud exhale. Sarah didn't regret many things but she regretted what she had said to him in a fit of bitterness.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
And she was, she certainly felt like one. Using his own precious memory against him.
The two immortals were entangled with one another, her soulmate under another attractive vampire, his cock hard and leaking, trapped between two bodies. Two sets of fangs knocked against each other with a soft click, her mate grunting in pleasure underneath the taller, a gorgeous shade of natural strawberry blond hair was noticed in the firelight of the shadowed room. Unintelligent rumbles could be scarcely heard from the stranger, whispering to the tattooed vampire beneath him. And her soulmate was muttering back the stranger's name in a way that caused her heart to ache. Godric's voice was full of longing and worship entirely for the one pressed against him.
" Céirín. Céirín. Céirín."
Nausea could be felt churning her stomach and jealousy was digging its claws into her. He had a lover. Sarah wasn't monogamous, witches seldom ever were. Vampires didn't appear to be either. But the flickering memory of him in another's arms caused her to seethe with hysterical spite.
She wanted Céirín's head! His dead heart in her grasp, she wanted to squeeze until the vampire was writhing against the ground in agony. The witch wanted-
' And how would Godric feel If you were to harm someone he cherished? You have been nothing but a thorn in his side. He will respond with aggression, you know this.'
Sarah's pushed the dark thoughts away, it wouldn't do. The rational side of her conscience was correct of course.
Tears squeezed out from the corner of her eyes without her consent, causing her to bitterly bring her arm up and rub them away. Cursing immediately after when she instead streaked her features with blood. Glaring down at herself, Sarah waved the same arm that she used to unintentionally wipe her upper features with red, centering her magick on herself, she removed the mess from her person in a fit of anger. Once she was clean, Sarah whirled to storm back through the portal that connected with the shadow realm, intending to travel back to her prison cell, it was still open, thank Dionysus. She had no more blood she wished to give. The portal hummed, gleaming black, swirling with purple. Wicked whispers inviting her to venture back in.
The witched steeled herself for the precarious journey back, her shoulders slumping as fatigue made itself known.
I'm so tired.
Sarah stepped through the rippling gate, leaving the massacre behind. As soon as she passed into the other dimension, the witch turned and placed her hand against the rippling portal, shutting her eyes and focusing on the magick flowing through her veins, she closed the door. Only opening brown orbs to the loud noise as stone formed under her palm and cracked through the middle. Forever sealed.
She turned, sluggish. Tired. Centering on her room, no...her prison. Brown eyes watched the road form, lantern posts eerily forming, casting dim lights into the distance. Wasting no valuable time, Sarah hiked forward, ready to inhale the food left for her and collapse in her bed, after cleaning up the mess she made with her blood of course.
The woman walked for a while, eyes scanning dark silhouettes standing or crawling in the distance. It would only cause her to shiver and shake her head while progressing forward. When she came to a 'T' in the road, she paused, curious. Another road connected to hers. An uneasy shiver passed down her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
This wasn't right.
Roads in the shadow realm don't meet unless...the witch's breathing picked up, turning frantic as brown eyes swiveled right, down the other path. In the shadows stood a darker shape, hidden behind a layer of darkness. Sarah's eyes lifted, staring at the intimidating form of the nine-foot silhouette.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Her ears picked up the resounding steps as it ventured closer, into the purple light. A sickly white face emerged, next to a lantern. Its eyes blinked side to side rather than up and down. A deep yellow fell on her paralyzed form. Eyes similar to an amphibian. Opening its mouth, revealing rows upon rows of sharp needles for teeth, it seemed to smile. Her shoulders tightened.
" Hello, my dear."
The demon greeted with a profound voice.
Boom. Boom. And it was stepping fully into the light. Its burly body walking on two bird legs, legs thick like its arms that lowered until it was on all fours, like a dog. It reminded Sarah of a twisted Chimera created out of a bird, canine, and amphibian. It had no tail, at least not one she could see but she did glimpse another mouth located on its chest and abdomen. So large that it took up most of the demon's front and it was filled with more rows of needle-like teeth.
She could taste her fear at the back of her throat, her heart was slamming furiously against her ribcage. Sarah could feel Godric's response immediately, questioning and anxious, much to his discontent.
The demon could smell the fear. Because its smile grew, long and jagged, its neck extended about thirteen inches, coming forward and lingering closer. " My, my. Don't you smell delightful, girl." Two mouths spoke at once, and she was frozen, paralyzed in the eyes of a viper.
Tears spilled over and she was hyperventilating, terror was consuming her and only enhanced as the demon stepped closer on four legs, the crashing sound of its feet against the sound of rock, hidden under shadow, echoed the area.
" Witch, answer me...Sarah!"
Her soulmate's voice was slicing through her panic attack, at once clearing her head. " Godric." She responded with a whimper. Answering through the mental connection that they shared.
" Hmm, what was that, dear girl?" The demon questioned as it strode closer then it shrugged casually, " Come now, witch. I've been waiting for you for such a long time."
Sarah shifted her eyes to study the path she followed, it had long disappeared in her terror. With the demon tailing her, she couldn't dare lead it back to Cassius and Caelia. Her eyes shot back to the nightmare as it lowered itself, preparing to pounce. She twirled her body at that spectacle and ran directly into shadow, " GET BACK HERE!"
And it was chasing, the booming disturbance of its limbs meeting stone were pursuing her and shaking the ground she sprinted on. She needed camouflage. She needed to hide! Attempting to focus on a building or a forest, something with cover, she struggled to call forth a path. The demon was catching up, would ultimately catch her. She couldn't outrun a demon!
" I'm panicking! I'm panicking! Panicking! Panicking!" And Sarah was screaming, frantically flailing her arms wildly above her. Godric was close, he was so close! Right behind the veil. Concentrating and directing her magick to the neverending shadows in front of her, she lowered her arms, palms out, " Anoíxte to péplo!"
The unusual wind of the void howled and the realm was shaking, the veil tore, Sarah leaped forward and she was crashing hard into a cool body, a masculine oof sounded as they fell onto the muddy ground. Sheets of rain slammed against her back and the environment. The storm raged and thunder roared from the dark heavens. Sarah was lifting herself only to meet the pretty eyes of Godric himself. He appeared startled, and she was straddling him, palms against very nicely sculpted pectorals. Blood no longer covered his skin, it had washed away in the aggressive storm.
In any other situation, the witch would have certainly flirted, offered up a few cheesy lines, endeavored to woo him with humor. Apologize for her cruel words. But her fear was still fresh and she wasn't stupid to think the demon didn't still pursue. The veil was torn, if it wasn't closed soon, demons would pour out into the living realm, with their solid forms, they would eat on the flesh and souls of everyone, supernatural and mortal alike! A disaster would happen. One right after the other! It would never end!
Sarah tore her eyes from her soulmate and crawled forward, over him in her terror. Possibly knocking her knee against his face, considering the adorable grunt that sounded from behind her. Rising to her feet, she fled down the dark road, buildings surrounded her. The witch was still in the city of Florance. Turning to glance over her shoulder, her vampire had vanished from the ground and the demon had escaped the veil, falling to its feet on solid stone. Instantly, its eyes fell onto her retreating form.
" How I long to devour your soul, witch!"
Shitshitshitshit!
Sarah sprinted forward, through the rain, entering a narrow street. The demon's footsteps were fast approaching from behind her. Sarah twisted around, her palms and magick ready, the word on the tip of her tongue.
" Obice!"
The monster smashed against her protection barrier with a pained snarl. Sarah dropped her arms, turned, and scurried away from the pale, simmering ward and enraged demon. When she put a considerable amount of distance between it and her, the witch located her soulmate, annoyance twisting her features when she discovered he was above her. Brown eyes peered up, blinked away the sting of rain only to see the shadow of the vampire striding over rooftops, his nibble feet carrying him closer to her location.
Once he deemed the distance close enough, he crouched down on the tiled roof above her, resting his forearms on his legs, Godric grinned down at her, " Should I allow the creature to slaughter you, little witch?"
" It's not going to slaughter me, moron! The demon wants to possess me!" Sarah could hear the creature slamming against the magical barrier. Soon, the protection would shatter under its supernatural strength. The witch didn't have much time and she couldn't keep outrunning it. Shooting a dark look back at Godric, who was utterly content at watching her panic from the safety of the rooftops.
" Just know, when he controls me, he controls you!" The witch snarled only to have him lean forward and snarl back, " You lie!" Sending him a knowing frown, she turned her back to him, about to jog down another street leading into a darker ally.
Or she was at least trying to, the women released a surprised scream when cool hands grabbed her, lifting her bridal style. Sarah turned her sight around to glare at the vampire holding her against him, he appeared uncomfortable...angry, with his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed over enraged dark eyes, " Hang on." was the dark command and he was all but leaping into the air, and they were hovering, she was shrieking and wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, wide eyes looking down. Because as laughable as it was, she a witch, was terrified of heights.
" Wait, wait," Sarah begged, nausea flipping her stomach, she glanced away when the demon finally burst through the barrier, sparks of white magick dancing away and evaporating. Instead, she found shelter in the crook of Godric's neck, pressing against him desperately, ignoring how high up they really were.
" What's your plan?" The vampire rumbled against her, easily heard over the thick sheets of rain, Sarah lifted her head to watch the vampire's dark eyes track the demon from below. " Why are you asking me?"
He turned to meet her stare with a disgruntled face, his nostrils flared, " You've had a plan for everything else."
" Oh...no, I just go with the flow." Sarah breathed.
A tsk fell from his lips while his gaze shifted away to fall back on the demon, " Stupid girl."
Sarah hissed, digging her sharp nails into his flesh, aiming not to touch the terrible brand located on the right side of his upper back.
" Stupid boy!"
Pondering for a time, her feature lit up with an idiotic but fantastic plan. " Bring me to the torn veil, I've hatched up a foolish idea."
He did what she asked in silence, terrifying the piss out of her in the process. She stiffened her scream, turning her features back against his neck, tightening her hold as he dipped into almost a free fall.
Once his boots met the ground, he was lowering her down, Sarah climbed out of his arms and immediately faced the veil. Raising her palm to face the thrumming tear. Magick, whatever energy that lingered in her exhausted body surfaced to buzz along her skin. Using wordless magick her Nemae had taught her in her older years she imagined stitching a hole in clothing, Sarah still struggled with this type of magick but was improving gradually with time and practice.
She watched, satisfied as her magick responded, slowly but surely knitting the veil shut before other demons spewed out. Exhaustion was hindering her down but she battled through it. Pinpricks poked at the back of her nape when the loud footsteps of the demon approached, his eyes directed on her form. The vampire who stood next to her released a snarl and vanished from her side.
Sarah could imagine a savage fight happening behind her back. From the snarls, roars, and hisses of both opponents, it did not sound pleasant. Another time and place, she would be overjoyed if two foes fought one another and focused their attention away from her but sadly, one of her enemies was her soulmate.
When she sowed the final stitch, a crashing disturbance shook the ground. The rebuilt veil blinked, flickered, and vanished from the storming sky, and Sarah swiveled around unhurriedly, eyes staring down at the demon. Dead. It was dead. A gaping, black oozing neck remained, its head torn off by massive strength.
Lifting large brown eyes, she found Godric holding its large, hairless head in his hand. His fingers were embedded in its eye sockets like he was holding a bowling ball...ew. Examining her soulmate closer, a vast bite mark was covering his entire left shoulder. The witch jogged around the dead creature and swiftly crossed the distance to the immortal, she reached up worriedly, hands pausing, eyes studying the horrendous bite mark.
Only sighing in relief to see his flesh closing shut, his health regeneration working even for demon bites. " Thank Dionysus." And she was fucking done. It had been such a long night. The sickening noise of Godric's fingers was pulled from wet eye sockets causing a disgusted shudder to creep down her body. The demon's head fell from the immortal's grip and Godric barked a laugh, watching the pale head roll a foot away with excitement keeping his lips curled into a fanged, crooked grin.
" Why are you laughing?" Sarah asked with disgusted curiosity only to screech with revulsion when he reached out to grab her with the same fingers that were in the demon's eye sockets!
" Don't fucking touch me!" And she was shrieking, he paused and glanced down, surveying his now cleaned hand, no eyeball fluid remained because of the heavy downpour of rain. Godric slowly turned his mischief filled gaze back on her drenched form.
And reached for her again.
She screamed, frantically twisting around, attempting to flee him. A creature that she couldn't possibly escape in the first place.
Blood she could do. Other body fluids were out of the damn question.
The witch didn't get far, he appeared in front of her, dark eyes alive and wide with the thrill of a chase that predators only possessed. Sarah cursed when her body didn't stop in time, she crashed against the front of him and he was gripping her upper arms, holding her too tightly and against him.
Gritting her teeth together, she glared up at him. He was so fucking bipolar, threatening and insulting her one moment and then playing with her next. " What's your deal?"
" I may have been hasty, Sarah." He was breathing, cooing down at her with enlarged, excited eyes. " I haven't had such exceptional entertainment in centuries, you are fun."
She. Was. Insulted.
They both almost died more than once tonight. " Are you insane?" She snarled, her nose scrunched up and her fingers clenched into tight fists. The witch wanted to punch him in the damn face. In his smug, pretty face.
His eyes veered to the side while he released a short, delighted laugh before leaning forward and pressing a fanged kiss against her lips. Sarah gasped, and his tongue instantly slipped through her slack lips. He kissed her in the pouring rain not like a man drowning. But she was drowning, her head was swimming. His lips caressing and his tongue finding hers. Electric.
A moment passed and she was kissing back, her fingers digging into his messy, knotted hair. He didn't smell like pines and spice from her dreams.
This Godric smelled like blood.
How manipulative.
Greek
Anoíxte to péplo (Open the veil)(...I think)
Latin
Obice (Barrier)