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Chapter 9: Interlude of Pain
Marguerite's dark hair hung in ropy strands as she whirled about, her breath coming hard. Part of her mind still functioned in a human sense as her bright eyes looked about. *Damn it, Marguerite, you said you'd give anything for him to chase after you the way you wanted,* she thought to herself, bursting out with a giggle before she could stop herself. The sudden harsh sound silenced the birds and reptiles in the woods, the higher notes erupting into the still air. Hiccupping slightly, she moved to the brush, her body urging her. *Climb* a voice said within her mind, and she followed the urge, heaving herself up onto a low branch. As her foot left the ground, high pitched squeals and growls came from behind the brush, the small compys darting out. Several leapt upon a smaller compy that smelt of blood; the sound of teeth meeting bone and flesh filled the air. Marguerite felt her stomach growl slightly, and glanced down. The sight of the blood and flesh became too much for her, and she leapt down. The green lizards clicked their claws in a vicious move, darting at her. Marguerite's human personality was lost as a growl raised itself from her throat, and the dinosaurs paused in their attack, confused. Here was a human, a source of food.threatening them! Marguerite's hand lashed out at a bolder compy that lunged at her, her fingers ripping into its neck. The easily startled pack shrieked in unison, darting off as if they were being chased by a raptor. Marguerite stared with a sick fascination at the exposed bone and muscle that her nails had ripped into. Her fingers closed around the neck as she held it close to her, pulling her freshly bloodied fingers free from the grip of the stiffening muscle in the tiny creature's neck. Licking her lips, Marguerite took her two fingers into her mouth and tasted the blood before she could stop herself. Such rapture, such ecstasy exploded into her taste buds and she released a muffled groan at the taste. Greedily, she set into the muscle and blood before she could stop herself, the flesh slipping through her throat. When the bloodlust ended and she was able to regain her senses, there was only a bare, mutilated carcass, void of flesh and bone dry so to speak. "What is wrong with me." Marguerite whispered hoarsely, throwing the carcass down with disgust. Her eyes flashed around the small area, her eyes wide like a deer scenting a hunter. Her vision was fast becoming tunneled, and her color discrimination was leaving to only shades of black, red, blue, and white. Groaning, she slumped against the tree as her pain became very real to every fiber within her being, vibrating into her mind and lacing it with tendrils of denial. Her long throat lifted as she gave a long scream in pain, pain for the growing loss of her humanity and sense of self. Never, despite years of neglect, abuse, and infliction had she felt anything like this. Such pain. **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
Roxton's head swung up at the sound that vibrated through the trees into his mind, and he growled softly. There she was.he shook his dark head rapidly, trying to get past the thoughts and emotions that were clouding him. He had experienced such a sensation when he had been turning into a wild beast during a faintly remembered time. His eyes focused repeatedly upon a single leaf as he began to see different things. Fascinated, he brought it closer to his face, the sound of the stem breaking like a drum in his ears. Fingers tracing over the pattern, he looked upon the leaf like a child would his first toy. The patterns, the endless swirls, it was magnificent! His ears picked up the sound of a twig snapping, and his head whipped to that direction. There was nothing. Growling, he returned to look at the leaf silently. When the beauty of the patterns began to fade, he tossed it to the side and stood once again. His sharp blue eyes began to pick apart the foliage quickly, trying to scan past every possible pathway. Yet, the constant whirling of his eyes began to sicken him even after he halted his activities. Slowly, knee by knee, he fell to the ground and onto his back, his face to the sky. The structure of the bones on his face tried to shift, the sound of bone meeting bone grinding into the air. The pain was overwhelming, burning into him like a brand. As if giving up, the magic that controlled him ceased, and his eyes stopped dilating and contracting, leaving him with a vision of black and white. Groaning softly once again, his head lowered to the side, his breath coming hard and short. "Marguerite." he whispered as he began to fade back out
Note: AHH! I am So Sorry Everyone For Not Posting This Since.Like April! I Had Such a Writer's Block! But How Do I Make Up For This? An Utterly Boring, Short Chapter! *Argh* But I Do Have A Present For You All. In The Coming Chapters, Malone Gets His Girl! (But they're already in a bed, nothing new there!) and Roxton and Marguerite Pair Up to obey the Whims of A Mad Woman (Nothing NC-17 in that regard.but for those two....mwhahaha) R&R Peeps, and THANK YOU for these great Reviews!!!
Marguerite's dark hair hung in ropy strands as she whirled about, her breath coming hard. Part of her mind still functioned in a human sense as her bright eyes looked about. *Damn it, Marguerite, you said you'd give anything for him to chase after you the way you wanted,* she thought to herself, bursting out with a giggle before she could stop herself. The sudden harsh sound silenced the birds and reptiles in the woods, the higher notes erupting into the still air. Hiccupping slightly, she moved to the brush, her body urging her. *Climb* a voice said within her mind, and she followed the urge, heaving herself up onto a low branch. As her foot left the ground, high pitched squeals and growls came from behind the brush, the small compys darting out. Several leapt upon a smaller compy that smelt of blood; the sound of teeth meeting bone and flesh filled the air. Marguerite felt her stomach growl slightly, and glanced down. The sight of the blood and flesh became too much for her, and she leapt down. The green lizards clicked their claws in a vicious move, darting at her. Marguerite's human personality was lost as a growl raised itself from her throat, and the dinosaurs paused in their attack, confused. Here was a human, a source of food.threatening them! Marguerite's hand lashed out at a bolder compy that lunged at her, her fingers ripping into its neck. The easily startled pack shrieked in unison, darting off as if they were being chased by a raptor. Marguerite stared with a sick fascination at the exposed bone and muscle that her nails had ripped into. Her fingers closed around the neck as she held it close to her, pulling her freshly bloodied fingers free from the grip of the stiffening muscle in the tiny creature's neck. Licking her lips, Marguerite took her two fingers into her mouth and tasted the blood before she could stop herself. Such rapture, such ecstasy exploded into her taste buds and she released a muffled groan at the taste. Greedily, she set into the muscle and blood before she could stop herself, the flesh slipping through her throat. When the bloodlust ended and she was able to regain her senses, there was only a bare, mutilated carcass, void of flesh and bone dry so to speak. "What is wrong with me." Marguerite whispered hoarsely, throwing the carcass down with disgust. Her eyes flashed around the small area, her eyes wide like a deer scenting a hunter. Her vision was fast becoming tunneled, and her color discrimination was leaving to only shades of black, red, blue, and white. Groaning, she slumped against the tree as her pain became very real to every fiber within her being, vibrating into her mind and lacing it with tendrils of denial. Her long throat lifted as she gave a long scream in pain, pain for the growing loss of her humanity and sense of self. Never, despite years of neglect, abuse, and infliction had she felt anything like this. Such pain. **************************************************************************** **************************************************************************** ***********
Roxton's head swung up at the sound that vibrated through the trees into his mind, and he growled softly. There she was.he shook his dark head rapidly, trying to get past the thoughts and emotions that were clouding him. He had experienced such a sensation when he had been turning into a wild beast during a faintly remembered time. His eyes focused repeatedly upon a single leaf as he began to see different things. Fascinated, he brought it closer to his face, the sound of the stem breaking like a drum in his ears. Fingers tracing over the pattern, he looked upon the leaf like a child would his first toy. The patterns, the endless swirls, it was magnificent! His ears picked up the sound of a twig snapping, and his head whipped to that direction. There was nothing. Growling, he returned to look at the leaf silently. When the beauty of the patterns began to fade, he tossed it to the side and stood once again. His sharp blue eyes began to pick apart the foliage quickly, trying to scan past every possible pathway. Yet, the constant whirling of his eyes began to sicken him even after he halted his activities. Slowly, knee by knee, he fell to the ground and onto his back, his face to the sky. The structure of the bones on his face tried to shift, the sound of bone meeting bone grinding into the air. The pain was overwhelming, burning into him like a brand. As if giving up, the magic that controlled him ceased, and his eyes stopped dilating and contracting, leaving him with a vision of black and white. Groaning softly once again, his head lowered to the side, his breath coming hard and short. "Marguerite." he whispered as he began to fade back out
Note: AHH! I am So Sorry Everyone For Not Posting This Since.Like April! I Had Such a Writer's Block! But How Do I Make Up For This? An Utterly Boring, Short Chapter! *Argh* But I Do Have A Present For You All. In The Coming Chapters, Malone Gets His Girl! (But they're already in a bed, nothing new there!) and Roxton and Marguerite Pair Up to obey the Whims of A Mad Woman (Nothing NC-17 in that regard.but for those two....mwhahaha) R&R Peeps, and THANK YOU for these great Reviews!!!