Author's notes:
Hey, in the end, I decided that I want to write a chapter of Black Diamond instead of The story of one lost soul.
I hope you'll enjoy it. I'm still trying to find a better way to make descriptions make dialogues better. If someone has any kind of advice for me, I'm all ears :)
I think that in the next update I will post The story of one lost soul (The power of love part 3). If you want me to write something else, update another story, feel free to do it in the comment section. But for now, till the next update :D
The sun's ray brought back Irelia's consciousness. As soon as the light reached her closed eyes, she became restless. After a couple of short-lived moments of wrestling with her own bedding, the young officer opened her eyes slowly. The woman could not say that she felt rested, to be frank, her current state was far from it.
The very first thing that caught the attention of the pink-haired was the room's only window. As through the mist, the parts of memories flashed before her very eyes. Irelia remembered the 2 crimson-coloured objects that would appear behind the glass. Those points had caused a panic attack on her, but she could not say why. From her current sitting, those could be just some kind of lights, nothing more. The officer could not figure that out, what happened that she was so scared, so terrified. Irelia could not find the answer for that very question, as if some part of those memories were erased from her mind.
Unconsciously her left hand landed on the side of the bed she was never using. Aside from the scattered bedding that she touched initially, something was very off. She could sense a warmth still emanating from the sheets as if someone slept there recently. A cold sweat nearly immediately broke on her brow, she could feel it. Simultaneously, the unpleasant shiver ran down her spine. Irelia jumped off of the bed maybe a second later, her throat went dry in what felt like a moment.
"Calm down … calm down, Irelia," she tried to reason herself. "Maybe you slept on that very side of the bed, and just at some point rolled up to the other side."
It sounded like a quite possible situation, but something at the very back of her mind did not want to agree with such reasoning.
"Or … or maybe you brought someone here, bedded that person, and at some point of the night that girl … because let's be realistic, you're a freaking lesbian," the other part of her subconsciousness provided another thought. "Maybe that girl left recently, leaving her warmth still feelable on the sheets?" the voice continued.
"No, … it would not make any sense," the more pessimistic side of Irelia's mind responded. "She returned in the late evening to that very apartment she's in right now. Nobody followed her, nor anyone was invited to come here, so it isn't an option," the pessimist explained.
"Wait … wait … wait. You want to suggest that …?"
"Yes, it's exactly what I want to say."
"Can you two explain what are you talking about?!" Irelia growled at her subconsciousness deep inside of her mind. "Yeah … I get that it's probably pretty obvious for you, but could you kindly just reveal that secret already?!"
"You're dumb!" the pessimistic part growled. "Who are you drolling over? Who are you most afraid of at the same time?"
"I think there were more than a handful of such people in my life," the officer replied.
"Stupid piece of shit, stupid, useless lesbian!" her mind started to shout at her.
"Ehhh … maybe, I'll tell it to you," the more reasonable part started. "You're talking about the huntress," it added. "And don't even try to tell us that you don't find her attractive."
"I … I … I don't think so … I …" Irelia stuttered.
"For the love of something that is above us, you're even more useless lesbian that I dare to admit!" the sarcastic part of her mind exclaimed loudly. "We're a fucking part of your mind, we're a fucking part of you. We know you even better than you do, so please, cut that shit and admit what we have already stated. You're head over heels in love in her. I don't really know why you're such a masochist, but you find her insanely sexy. You'd want her to dominate you, to pin you to the ground and take you in whichever way she'd please," the sarcastic voice added with a bit of disgust.
"I … I'd never do that, I'd never allowed it to happen!" the officer shouted on top of her lungs. The problem was that her face was red, every inch of it was in the colour of the ripe tomato.
"Are you sure?" the more stoic part asked.
"I'm sure … I'm sure," the pink-haired woman tried to sound convincing, but she failed to do so miserably when she started to stutter.
"Ratt's ass, pfff!" the sarcastic part of Irelia's mind snorted. "Oh … I see that you have a really nice opportunity to show us how much of what we said about you is wrong," the voice giggled. "Bye!"
"What the fuck?!" the soldier growled. "We didn't finish that conversation, come back here you little … you little …"
"Did you just get that loud for me to finish the shower earlier?" the extremely rich, seductive, sarcastic voice reached officer's ears. "I thought that you would be still asleep when I finished refreshing myself, but as we can see, it is not a case."
"Who are you?" Irelia asked immediately. She did not even dare to look at where the voice was coming from.
"Oh … silly me," the voice sounded again, its owner was giggling, "I have not really been using any name for a quite some time now. For those who sent us here, we are just numbers, nothing more," the woman continued. The officer could hear the quiet footsteps coming toward her.
In the very next second, the firm hand was placed under her defined chin. The skin of the intruder was so soft, so delicate, it felt as if it was silk. Strangely, the stranger did not put any force to rise Irelia's head. She did it so gently that the officer did not oppose the action.
Firstly, she saw the wet recently snowy-white towel that was wrapped around the defined figure of the intruder. The stranger took her time adjusting the head of the soldier, making them establish eye contact. With every passing moment, Irelia was admiring the view that was presented before her eyes. As a starved hound, she was devouring every single inch of the stranger's body. She was perfect, or at least in the eyes of the pink-haired. Soon enough, the tower reached its end, revealing wide defined chest with sizeable cleavage. Once her eyes focused on the massive mounds that were being hidden beneath the top part of the fabric, she gasped. Or, at least she thought that she gasped loudly. The officer was not sure whether she left her mouth agape or not. Deep inside of the mind, she prayed that she closed them. It was already a very humiliating situation for the pink-haired, it would be appreciated not to make a bigger fool out of herself than she had already done.
Finally, after what felt like ages, she could see the face of her speaker. It was indeed, the reaper. A couple of inches before her, the huntress was standing half-naked, looking god-damn sexy. "Why it must be her?" she whined in her mind. "Why out of all people in the galaxy, I just fell in love with the woman who killed my friends? Why was it so quick, it feels like I fell when my eyes landed on her for the very first time?" the officer asked a couple of questions more, but as you might expect, there was no answer for them.
"What did you do to me?" the pink-haired asked in a shallow voice.
"If you expect me to answer, you must make the question specific," the woman replied seductively. "By the way … you may call me Akali," she added, "a long time ago I was known under that name."
"Akali … Akali why me? Why did you choose me?" the soldier asked, stuttering a bit.
"My, my, my," Akali chuckled for a few short-living seconds, "you are so cute when you are frustrated or lost," the huntress added. "But, back to your question … you were the only one who did not freak out when I started to cut you down, down below."
"They were my men … I … I needed to get them to safety," Irelia murmured. Then, out of a sudden, the realisation came upon her. "Wait … wait … you bite me yesterday, and I blacked out. How did you manage to do that?"
"Many years ago I was human too," Akali started in a whisper-like manner, "but that times are long gone. My entire body was modified to excel in the hunt, to thrive in battle. I store a soft venom in my teeth that reduces the pain and makes the victim to blackout," the white-haired explained while closing her crimson-red eyes. "I am using it to gain information without shedding blood."
"Eeee … I have never encountered anything like that," the pink-haired replied with her mouth agape. "How did you learn our language?"
"Think about it yourself for a moment. It is not a very difficult answer to find," the huntress replied with her eyes still closed.
"You … you drink it with the blood of your victims?" Irelia mumbled. "But … it still doesn't answer the question. The blood isn't connected with memories, consciousness," the troubled soldier continued.
"The truth is … that I do not really know the details of that process," the assassin confessed quietly. "The one who invented that method that technology is definitely a genius."
"How can … how can I trust you?"
"To some extent, you can not, but if I wanted you dead, you would be lying on the floor, bleeding to death," the white-haired whispered.
"Yeah … I guess so."
"To be frank, it does not really matter whether I tell you the truth or not," the reaper stated.
"And why do you think so?" the surprised officer asked. She wanted to know the answer.
"Because I have two things that you want," Akali replied swiftly.
"And those things are?"
"First of all, you want your people to live happy after, and I told you that in exchange for your help I will let them live."
"You're right," Irelia agreed, lowering her head a bit. "But what about the second thing? I don't think I want anything more than for my men to be safe."
"You are cute, Irelia, you know that?" the huntress giggled. "I drunk your blood, I know everything that was on your head when I bite you. Every detail, every secret, every naughty thought, I know them all," the mischievous smile was flashed. "I know how you feel about me, how it drives you insane to touch me," Akali whispered into the ear of the latter. "I know your every submissive, naughty dream," she chuckled seductively. "After all, it seems that your mind knows you better than you do. You want me to dominate you? I will gladly make that wish come true when your part of a deal is done for. What do you say? Will you help me in exchange for the lives of your men, and … your own desires to be fulfilled?"
"Yes … yes," Irelia whispered. Her throat was parched, to some extent, she thought that the white-haired found a way to control her, to control her mind. The sad part was that it was not a case, in the end, her desires that she tried so desperately to hide, overcame her and took control over her.
"Wonderful," the moan-like response was provided. "Go refresh yourself … when you finish, we will talk about the deal's details, and what I am requesting you to do."
"Yes," was the only word that escaped the throat of the officer. As an obedient student, she stood up, closed the distance to the wardrobe, took some fresh clothes, and then, vanished inside of the bathroom.
"I hope I did not make a mistake choosing her," the white-haired sighed heavily. "If she fucks up her part, it might mean the end for me as well," she added while dropping the towel onto the floor.
A moment later, the huntress sat on the very edge of the bed, then allowed herself to lay entirely onto it. She was completely naked, but it did not bother her. She had a couple of minutes more to relax. And she was going to make good use of it.