The Alabaster Lily and White Gold: Chapter 8
Rayvn woke late in the night, her heart pounding, palms sweating. She jumped as a shadow moved in the corner before shaking her nightmare off and sighing. Before slipping into the bed she had drawn open the curtains for light, and now a patch on moonlight lay on the floor, lighting the room slightly.
Slowly, she shook herself. She was a hunter for god sakes! She didn't fear shadows! This living with Silver had to stop. He was making her weak and dependent.
"Living?" She snorted to herself, and slipped out of the bed to the open window, letting the cool night wind wake her, "Impossible."
"Nothing is impossible." A single sentence.
Rayvn whirled. "What the hell do you think you are doing? If I wanted to be near you, I would have slept-"
"Hush. I could sense your nightmare." He chuckled, "For me it is supposed I would have a Lightmare. Silly writers."
"Stupid vampire. You can't help a writers mind after the type of creature you are is exposed to the human world. It would be insane to think myths and lengends would not be made up around your existance. Now go, I don't even know why it concerns you of my nightmares."
Suddendly, a thought entered her mind, and Silver's face went blank, as if knowing she thought it. "Who claims the title for a Crimson leader?" He was silent. "Who? You? It can not be Yaska, for I bested him, but you...!"
Rayvn pushed herself fiercely from the bed, marching quickly out of the room and jogging down the steps. "Rayvn!" He yelled, "Rayvn!"
He appeared infrount of her, but she pushed at him angrily. "You used me! All this was a distraction to keep me from the title. You did not want to battle me! Is it true then? You claim the title?"
Silver snorted. "Used you? I would have killed you if I wanted you to miss the challenge. But no, the challenge is tomorrow at sunrise. I suposed you would not fight me, knowing my strengths now. Would you try to claim the title after I have nursed you from your injuries?"
It was Rayvn's turn to snort. "Nursed me? Ha!" She sobered, "Yes, I will fight you for the title Silver- with all my strength!"
She pushed past him, shuting out his angry curses and protests, and came upon the end of the steps, and ran to the door, somehow knowing it also led out of the house.
"Silver move. You can not hold me here." She snapped vehmently.
"I can," He threatened lowly, "And I will."
Rayvn cursed softly. "Let me pass, Silver, or you will be sorry."
"Sorry? I shall be sorry? No, dear Rayvn, do not mistake yourself. I must talk with you." Silver snapped.
Rayvn wheeled on her heel away. There had to be another way out of this! Suddendly, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him. Feebly, she tried to fight him, but he held still until she glared at him.
"Will you listen?" He asked softly.
"No." She spat at him, and he blinked.
"You remind me of a Viking woman, though she was much more fierce, and she would have offered herself to me long ago." He breathed.
"Liar. If she where fierce, she would best you. You place yourself higher than reality." Rayvn laughed.
"I am higher than reality. But no, I do not lie. Viking women do not need protectors, and do not want a man to be called their protector, but they value great warriors. Am I no great warrior?" His breath was cold on her neck, and she shivered helplessly.
"You are a pitiful warrior!" She gasped, and he laughed gently, in low, rumbling tones.
"Nay, I am and was the Viking's greatest warrior. I told you my father was a Nordsman? Do you not understand Vikings were Nordsmen? Great warriors and explorers?" Silver weaved the web of curiousity with a seductive power, and Rayvn fought to not become entangled in it.
But was she too late?
"No," She whispered to herself, and them to him. "I will not listen to you."
"But you must, Mourgena gifu, you can not help but to hear me." He nibbled gently on her ear, and Rayvn struggled as her body protested to melt into his sudden warmth.
"No. You can not take what I will not give."
"A lie. I can draw anything from you," Silver smoothed away her next words, placing his lips very lightly to hers, so she felt choked and lost.
"Do not lie to me." Rayvn pleaded, trying to draw back from his lips but finding her body unwilling. "Do not."
"What is it I lie of? Tell me, and I can ease more than your persistant fears-"
"Stop. All of this. I do not want this!" She choked out, sobs rising in her throat.
He pulled back and stroked her hair thoughtfully, "The desert of vast, useless, humans has never before created such a soft, alabaster, and fierce lily"- Silver looked up to her, his eyes interlocking with hers as he stroked the curve of her bottom lip tenderly- "Nay, never such a lily that demands water; soft and blue, unyielding as white gold."
In some part of her mind, Rayvn knew white gold was also known as Silver. What he spoke of was her need for that white gold, to feed her fierceness. But it couldn't be...
"Why not?" He protested, "You're attraction to me is not simple. Nor is mine for you."
Rayvn gasped, control beyond her. "This... This is a lie."
He laid his forehead gently agianst her lips. "Nay, lies are for the lustful."
She shook her head numbly. "Lust. It is what you feel for me! You know nothing of what I feel!"
"Nay, nay. I have tasted the sweetness of your blood, and that way I am linked to sense faintly some of your underlying emotions. And as for lust..." He brushed back a strand of hair that slipped on her face, and caressed her face, "I lust only for you to admitt what you feel for me; admitt it is as strong as what I feel for you."
"I will never-!" She protested roughly, and Silver angrily clenched his jaw.
"Do not be so sure, Rayvn. While you are in my house-"
"Unwillingly!" She cried fiercely, and he smiled gently.
"Ja, unwillingly I have claimed you for my prize." His accent was seeping through into his words, creating new ones. He seemed to be thinking of something as he stared measuringly at her, and Rayvn shook her head.
"Stop. If you are to hold me capture, do not talk to me that way. I have my pride, and to be thought of as a prize!" She gasped, and he shifted his hands through her hair.
"Nay, I willna steal from ye yer pride." He said, and then blinked, clearing his throat. "You stirr my past."
"No, you stirr your past with this talk. I do nothing; I can not do anything agianst this." Rayvn countered gently.
Gently? What was she thinking? Being gentle with him would not help matters!
"Hush your thoughts!" He growled, "You can not help matters with your panic, that is what you can not help!"
Rayvn numbly shook her head, tired. "Leave me alone to my panic, then, Silver. I must think, and I must get out of here!"
Silver dropped his eyes amusedly, but nodded. "I will make sure you do not leave- do not doubt that."
Rayvn woke late in the night, her heart pounding, palms sweating. She jumped as a shadow moved in the corner before shaking her nightmare off and sighing. Before slipping into the bed she had drawn open the curtains for light, and now a patch on moonlight lay on the floor, lighting the room slightly.
Slowly, she shook herself. She was a hunter for god sakes! She didn't fear shadows! This living with Silver had to stop. He was making her weak and dependent.
"Living?" She snorted to herself, and slipped out of the bed to the open window, letting the cool night wind wake her, "Impossible."
"Nothing is impossible." A single sentence.
Rayvn whirled. "What the hell do you think you are doing? If I wanted to be near you, I would have slept-"
"Hush. I could sense your nightmare." He chuckled, "For me it is supposed I would have a Lightmare. Silly writers."
"Stupid vampire. You can't help a writers mind after the type of creature you are is exposed to the human world. It would be insane to think myths and lengends would not be made up around your existance. Now go, I don't even know why it concerns you of my nightmares."
Suddendly, a thought entered her mind, and Silver's face went blank, as if knowing she thought it. "Who claims the title for a Crimson leader?" He was silent. "Who? You? It can not be Yaska, for I bested him, but you...!"
Rayvn pushed herself fiercely from the bed, marching quickly out of the room and jogging down the steps. "Rayvn!" He yelled, "Rayvn!"
He appeared infrount of her, but she pushed at him angrily. "You used me! All this was a distraction to keep me from the title. You did not want to battle me! Is it true then? You claim the title?"
Silver snorted. "Used you? I would have killed you if I wanted you to miss the challenge. But no, the challenge is tomorrow at sunrise. I suposed you would not fight me, knowing my strengths now. Would you try to claim the title after I have nursed you from your injuries?"
It was Rayvn's turn to snort. "Nursed me? Ha!" She sobered, "Yes, I will fight you for the title Silver- with all my strength!"
She pushed past him, shuting out his angry curses and protests, and came upon the end of the steps, and ran to the door, somehow knowing it also led out of the house.
"Silver move. You can not hold me here." She snapped vehmently.
"I can," He threatened lowly, "And I will."
Rayvn cursed softly. "Let me pass, Silver, or you will be sorry."
"Sorry? I shall be sorry? No, dear Rayvn, do not mistake yourself. I must talk with you." Silver snapped.
Rayvn wheeled on her heel away. There had to be another way out of this! Suddendly, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him. Feebly, she tried to fight him, but he held still until she glared at him.
"Will you listen?" He asked softly.
"No." She spat at him, and he blinked.
"You remind me of a Viking woman, though she was much more fierce, and she would have offered herself to me long ago." He breathed.
"Liar. If she where fierce, she would best you. You place yourself higher than reality." Rayvn laughed.
"I am higher than reality. But no, I do not lie. Viking women do not need protectors, and do not want a man to be called their protector, but they value great warriors. Am I no great warrior?" His breath was cold on her neck, and she shivered helplessly.
"You are a pitiful warrior!" She gasped, and he laughed gently, in low, rumbling tones.
"Nay, I am and was the Viking's greatest warrior. I told you my father was a Nordsman? Do you not understand Vikings were Nordsmen? Great warriors and explorers?" Silver weaved the web of curiousity with a seductive power, and Rayvn fought to not become entangled in it.
But was she too late?
"No," She whispered to herself, and them to him. "I will not listen to you."
"But you must, Mourgena gifu, you can not help but to hear me." He nibbled gently on her ear, and Rayvn struggled as her body protested to melt into his sudden warmth.
"No. You can not take what I will not give."
"A lie. I can draw anything from you," Silver smoothed away her next words, placing his lips very lightly to hers, so she felt choked and lost.
"Do not lie to me." Rayvn pleaded, trying to draw back from his lips but finding her body unwilling. "Do not."
"What is it I lie of? Tell me, and I can ease more than your persistant fears-"
"Stop. All of this. I do not want this!" She choked out, sobs rising in her throat.
He pulled back and stroked her hair thoughtfully, "The desert of vast, useless, humans has never before created such a soft, alabaster, and fierce lily"- Silver looked up to her, his eyes interlocking with hers as he stroked the curve of her bottom lip tenderly- "Nay, never such a lily that demands water; soft and blue, unyielding as white gold."
In some part of her mind, Rayvn knew white gold was also known as Silver. What he spoke of was her need for that white gold, to feed her fierceness. But it couldn't be...
"Why not?" He protested, "You're attraction to me is not simple. Nor is mine for you."
Rayvn gasped, control beyond her. "This... This is a lie."
He laid his forehead gently agianst her lips. "Nay, lies are for the lustful."
She shook her head numbly. "Lust. It is what you feel for me! You know nothing of what I feel!"
"Nay, nay. I have tasted the sweetness of your blood, and that way I am linked to sense faintly some of your underlying emotions. And as for lust..." He brushed back a strand of hair that slipped on her face, and caressed her face, "I lust only for you to admitt what you feel for me; admitt it is as strong as what I feel for you."
"I will never-!" She protested roughly, and Silver angrily clenched his jaw.
"Do not be so sure, Rayvn. While you are in my house-"
"Unwillingly!" She cried fiercely, and he smiled gently.
"Ja, unwillingly I have claimed you for my prize." His accent was seeping through into his words, creating new ones. He seemed to be thinking of something as he stared measuringly at her, and Rayvn shook her head.
"Stop. If you are to hold me capture, do not talk to me that way. I have my pride, and to be thought of as a prize!" She gasped, and he shifted his hands through her hair.
"Nay, I willna steal from ye yer pride." He said, and then blinked, clearing his throat. "You stirr my past."
"No, you stirr your past with this talk. I do nothing; I can not do anything agianst this." Rayvn countered gently.
Gently? What was she thinking? Being gentle with him would not help matters!
"Hush your thoughts!" He growled, "You can not help matters with your panic, that is what you can not help!"
Rayvn numbly shook her head, tired. "Leave me alone to my panic, then, Silver. I must think, and I must get out of here!"
Silver dropped his eyes amusedly, but nodded. "I will make sure you do not leave- do not doubt that."