Warmth Of The Nordic Ice: Chapter 5
Pain. Thoughts laced with searing fear. The rush of adrenaline. The tight, clamping feeling. They amounted to one, single word, breathed tenderly from the ancient lips of Death: Destruction.
The self is itself destruction. Our fears are held against us by the Darkness. Our hatred is the staff of the Grim Reapers sickle. Laced with fury there is bliss, not simply found in that of a masochists mind. Heavy are the folds of Deaths' deception, robes both illusive and changing-never there but seen, never felt but cold.
Sweet black eyes bored hard into hers, reading her, changing her, stilling her. Like rough velvet, they where seductive and somehow foreign to Rayvn. She did not move from her fortunate position. If she moved an inch, Yaska would claim victory. She must think!
"Rayvn, your foot aches." He breathed softly, breath hot against her own lips.
Rayvn stared blankly up at him, answering, "My whole being aches. My foot aches to shove up your-"
A roar from Silver announced his victory over Midnight, cutting her off in mid-sentence. Rayvn glared back up at her enemy and captor with a sly smile. "So we battle alone."
Rayvn ignored his answer, blocking everyone out. She concentrated once more on the obvious: she was pinned, her knees drawn up to Yaska's chest, her arms pinned above her head. It was called by Jaguar, "desordo", but Rayvn had no knowledge of its meaning other than the fact that she was safe from Yaska's move.
"Once more I will tell you, Rayvn, this is desordo. You are safe from Yaska's next move, but you may not move to the left to do the back flip you clearly yearn to complete." Jaguar announced into the sudden still, penetrating her concentration.
Rayvn looked carefully to where he rested, leaning against the wall, now joined with Silver. She scowled restlessly, muttering, "So you have told me many times! But you give me no information of how to get out of this, and yet you expect me to accomplish what I have never known or faced."
Jaguar was not ruffled. "You must learn something's yourself, including this. I cannot help you, nor Silver. You must think, then strike. Thoughts before actions."
Rayvn focused on Yaska instead, who was tirelessly but impatiently leaning over her. His breath, which was odd he kept the pattern of, was heavy on her cheek now. Growling in anger, she spat at him, and he roared a foreign cry.
"Your loosing is not unexpected, and yet you fight me! Stop this and do something, will you? I tire of playing with you." Yaska's voice was husky with rage, and Rayvn smiled.
Suddenly, he leaned heavier atop her, with a grin of his own. His grip on her tightened as he moved closer to her face, and his lips brushed her cheekbone. Outraged, Rayvn hissed a seething threat which he took no mind of. Silent fury raged through her body as he placed a heavy, purposeful kiss on the edge of her lips.
"You ba-"
"Watch your tongue, for this is your choice. My touch on you angers you, and your stillness angers me. Do something, I do not care, but make your damned move, or I will make mine."
Not hesitating, Rayvn shot her foot up as hard as she could muster, her strength throwing him off. Swiftly, she slid for his legs, barely tripped him, and did a sharp back flip away from him. Lashing out, afraid to lend him time to advance on her, she leaned down, shot one leg from under her, and as he thought she would trip him, she pulled her body up, and struck hard his chest. The spot was chosen due to his previous anger of her striking there before.
"Night is but the touch of strength," Rayvn whispered softly, her words flowing from the source of her anger as she kicked and ducked, feeling her muscles warming up gradually, "And light is the whole picture none see until dragged from it. But then, light, because proud"- she paused her words as his hand struck her face hard, and the blow flung her back several feet, at Jaguar's feet- "Does not see the flicker of shadows in the darkness," She ducked a blow that Jaguar blocked, saying they where too close, and continued. "And the shadow strikes, unbidden, but the light counters, it's lesson learned."
As she finished the words, she tripped Yaska twice, just to be certain, and wrapped her legs around his, doing a swift roll before leaning swiftly up and pinning his arms behind his back. "And the night fades shortly."
Yaska roared fiercely, and shook her off, heavily pinning her down, though she had bested him. Struggling, Rayvn jerked to the side, away from him as much as possible. She did not cry for help, for that would mean her weakness. Roughly, she jammed her elbow into his ribs, and when his grip loosened, brought her elbow up and hit his chin hard- the uppercut.
Head jerked to the side, he reached out to her, and then punched her hard on the side of the face, all anger. Rayvn took the pain grudgingly, and gasped, air forced out of her lungs, as he kicked her hard just below her ribs, sending her flying.
A curtain of black still blocked her vision, and Rayvn ceased to remember at the moment, only felt the throbbing pain ease into oblivion.
*
Rayvn felt the softness of the bed under her, the warmth of the covers drawn about her, before she opened her eyes. It was quiet, the air smelling faintly of an odd spice she couldn't place. Shifting tiredly before opening her eyes, Rayvn immediately noticed Silver.
"What the hell? Why am I here- with you?" She growled, before stopping and looking around her as her memory soaked the shores of her confusion and she had her answer.
Silver turned slowly, his frost-like whitish silver hair making her blink the sleep from her eyes at it brightness apart from the earth colors of the room. Heavy black brows and lashes faced her, and Rayvn looked away once more, to the dark mahogany dresser and chest nearby with a black leather chair.
"You clearly remember," He laid a darkly tanned hand on her forehead, moving to her with a lean, swift grace that left Rayvn stunned. "You rest in my home, Rayvn. How are you feeling?"
Rayvn jerked fiercely away, sinking deeper into the blankets. "I swear, I will rip his fangs from their sockets!"
Silver winced, moving away from her in liquid motion. "That is harsh. But then, we heal very quickly, so I suppose the action would not bring death."
Rayvn lifted an eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you fear death?"
Silver shook his head. "If you fear death, you have things to live for. If you wish to never die, you should never be born. Death is the shadow of fate, I suppose. I have cheated fate, escaped those bonds, but I too will someday die, though I expect it not soon."
"Time, once lost is never found, once born dead, once dead, reborn." I whispered contemplatively, "But I suppose you are right. But it does not matter to me, I will torture him before I kill him. I aim to do it very slowly, for he has the devil in him more than most of your kind."
Silver laughed lowly. "Would the fact his name means demon to some languages explain is behavior? For those with a name of meaning often bring out that meaning in themselves, weither it is brought fourth by the way people treat them knowing their name, or the way that persons believes they should live their life due to their name. A name is the foundation of many things."
"Is it you where always Silver? Or did that come of what your name should have obviously been?" Rayvn asked, interest tugging her awake and alert.
Silver paused, pain briefly flashing over his handsome features before being hidden beneath eyes the color of Nordic ice. "My name was once known as Tarek al Shalif, but I call myself Silver. Why is it you say I look my name? Few admit it, and it puzzles my being."
"You have liquid grace in your every movement, and yet you are soft and steel. As silver, you likely melt in very, very high temperatures, and hardened in cold ones. Besides, you have a rareness I do not see often in humans or vampires." Rayvn answered carefully.
"And I suppose people mine to find me?" He teased, shaking his head.
Rayvn snorted softly, and lifted the cover over her head, feeling fatigue lace her every movement. Before shutting eyes heavy with sleep, she murmured, "Oh, thanks."
Pain. Thoughts laced with searing fear. The rush of adrenaline. The tight, clamping feeling. They amounted to one, single word, breathed tenderly from the ancient lips of Death: Destruction.
The self is itself destruction. Our fears are held against us by the Darkness. Our hatred is the staff of the Grim Reapers sickle. Laced with fury there is bliss, not simply found in that of a masochists mind. Heavy are the folds of Deaths' deception, robes both illusive and changing-never there but seen, never felt but cold.
Sweet black eyes bored hard into hers, reading her, changing her, stilling her. Like rough velvet, they where seductive and somehow foreign to Rayvn. She did not move from her fortunate position. If she moved an inch, Yaska would claim victory. She must think!
"Rayvn, your foot aches." He breathed softly, breath hot against her own lips.
Rayvn stared blankly up at him, answering, "My whole being aches. My foot aches to shove up your-"
A roar from Silver announced his victory over Midnight, cutting her off in mid-sentence. Rayvn glared back up at her enemy and captor with a sly smile. "So we battle alone."
Rayvn ignored his answer, blocking everyone out. She concentrated once more on the obvious: she was pinned, her knees drawn up to Yaska's chest, her arms pinned above her head. It was called by Jaguar, "desordo", but Rayvn had no knowledge of its meaning other than the fact that she was safe from Yaska's move.
"Once more I will tell you, Rayvn, this is desordo. You are safe from Yaska's next move, but you may not move to the left to do the back flip you clearly yearn to complete." Jaguar announced into the sudden still, penetrating her concentration.
Rayvn looked carefully to where he rested, leaning against the wall, now joined with Silver. She scowled restlessly, muttering, "So you have told me many times! But you give me no information of how to get out of this, and yet you expect me to accomplish what I have never known or faced."
Jaguar was not ruffled. "You must learn something's yourself, including this. I cannot help you, nor Silver. You must think, then strike. Thoughts before actions."
Rayvn focused on Yaska instead, who was tirelessly but impatiently leaning over her. His breath, which was odd he kept the pattern of, was heavy on her cheek now. Growling in anger, she spat at him, and he roared a foreign cry.
"Your loosing is not unexpected, and yet you fight me! Stop this and do something, will you? I tire of playing with you." Yaska's voice was husky with rage, and Rayvn smiled.
Suddenly, he leaned heavier atop her, with a grin of his own. His grip on her tightened as he moved closer to her face, and his lips brushed her cheekbone. Outraged, Rayvn hissed a seething threat which he took no mind of. Silent fury raged through her body as he placed a heavy, purposeful kiss on the edge of her lips.
"You ba-"
"Watch your tongue, for this is your choice. My touch on you angers you, and your stillness angers me. Do something, I do not care, but make your damned move, or I will make mine."
Not hesitating, Rayvn shot her foot up as hard as she could muster, her strength throwing him off. Swiftly, she slid for his legs, barely tripped him, and did a sharp back flip away from him. Lashing out, afraid to lend him time to advance on her, she leaned down, shot one leg from under her, and as he thought she would trip him, she pulled her body up, and struck hard his chest. The spot was chosen due to his previous anger of her striking there before.
"Night is but the touch of strength," Rayvn whispered softly, her words flowing from the source of her anger as she kicked and ducked, feeling her muscles warming up gradually, "And light is the whole picture none see until dragged from it. But then, light, because proud"- she paused her words as his hand struck her face hard, and the blow flung her back several feet, at Jaguar's feet- "Does not see the flicker of shadows in the darkness," She ducked a blow that Jaguar blocked, saying they where too close, and continued. "And the shadow strikes, unbidden, but the light counters, it's lesson learned."
As she finished the words, she tripped Yaska twice, just to be certain, and wrapped her legs around his, doing a swift roll before leaning swiftly up and pinning his arms behind his back. "And the night fades shortly."
Yaska roared fiercely, and shook her off, heavily pinning her down, though she had bested him. Struggling, Rayvn jerked to the side, away from him as much as possible. She did not cry for help, for that would mean her weakness. Roughly, she jammed her elbow into his ribs, and when his grip loosened, brought her elbow up and hit his chin hard- the uppercut.
Head jerked to the side, he reached out to her, and then punched her hard on the side of the face, all anger. Rayvn took the pain grudgingly, and gasped, air forced out of her lungs, as he kicked her hard just below her ribs, sending her flying.
A curtain of black still blocked her vision, and Rayvn ceased to remember at the moment, only felt the throbbing pain ease into oblivion.
*
Rayvn felt the softness of the bed under her, the warmth of the covers drawn about her, before she opened her eyes. It was quiet, the air smelling faintly of an odd spice she couldn't place. Shifting tiredly before opening her eyes, Rayvn immediately noticed Silver.
"What the hell? Why am I here- with you?" She growled, before stopping and looking around her as her memory soaked the shores of her confusion and she had her answer.
Silver turned slowly, his frost-like whitish silver hair making her blink the sleep from her eyes at it brightness apart from the earth colors of the room. Heavy black brows and lashes faced her, and Rayvn looked away once more, to the dark mahogany dresser and chest nearby with a black leather chair.
"You clearly remember," He laid a darkly tanned hand on her forehead, moving to her with a lean, swift grace that left Rayvn stunned. "You rest in my home, Rayvn. How are you feeling?"
Rayvn jerked fiercely away, sinking deeper into the blankets. "I swear, I will rip his fangs from their sockets!"
Silver winced, moving away from her in liquid motion. "That is harsh. But then, we heal very quickly, so I suppose the action would not bring death."
Rayvn lifted an eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you fear death?"
Silver shook his head. "If you fear death, you have things to live for. If you wish to never die, you should never be born. Death is the shadow of fate, I suppose. I have cheated fate, escaped those bonds, but I too will someday die, though I expect it not soon."
"Time, once lost is never found, once born dead, once dead, reborn." I whispered contemplatively, "But I suppose you are right. But it does not matter to me, I will torture him before I kill him. I aim to do it very slowly, for he has the devil in him more than most of your kind."
Silver laughed lowly. "Would the fact his name means demon to some languages explain is behavior? For those with a name of meaning often bring out that meaning in themselves, weither it is brought fourth by the way people treat them knowing their name, or the way that persons believes they should live their life due to their name. A name is the foundation of many things."
"Is it you where always Silver? Or did that come of what your name should have obviously been?" Rayvn asked, interest tugging her awake and alert.
Silver paused, pain briefly flashing over his handsome features before being hidden beneath eyes the color of Nordic ice. "My name was once known as Tarek al Shalif, but I call myself Silver. Why is it you say I look my name? Few admit it, and it puzzles my being."
"You have liquid grace in your every movement, and yet you are soft and steel. As silver, you likely melt in very, very high temperatures, and hardened in cold ones. Besides, you have a rareness I do not see often in humans or vampires." Rayvn answered carefully.
"And I suppose people mine to find me?" He teased, shaking his head.
Rayvn snorted softly, and lifted the cover over her head, feeling fatigue lace her every movement. Before shutting eyes heavy with sleep, she murmured, "Oh, thanks."