DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER TEN - INSANE REALITY
Xanna perched on the edge of a nearby crate like a cat. She sensed the human rising from consciousness and groaned. She would have to knock him out again; vermin were so persistent.
"Mary, if you'll just listen to me. You don't want to do this. You're my sister. I love you."
She turned to look at him; barely able to raise his head from the blow she'd previously delivered. He was talking complete rubbish. She wondered why she hadn't killed him to start with. It was an interesting question, but not for now. She rose from her perch, bored and ran a sharp nail down the line of his cheek. A drop of blood followed it down and she licked it from his face, savouring it's taste.
"Don't make me angry vermin, or might decide you're worth more to me as a travel snack."
She grinned at him and walked back to her seat. Just before she reached it, when her back was still to the stairs, she sensed the ashen one and his friends descending the stairs. He and his friends would be no match for her. She paused and let him look at the back of coat.
"Look, whoever you are and whatever I've done, just let these people go and tell me where Mary Lynette is and I'm sure we can sort something out."
She let him think a moment as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, about fifteen feet from where she stood. She turned slowly to face him and let his utter confusion and surprise draw into the core of her being.
"Well you see ashen one, after what you did to me, I figured it was only polite to return the visit. You hurt me and mine, I hurt you and yours. All's fair in love and war. Don't look so worried ashen one, the only thing I want is for this whole town to burn to the ground and the rivers run red with you and your sister's blood."
Ash stood dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. In an effort to regroup his mind, he looked around the room. He saw Rowan cold and bleeding, Kestrel's limbs twisted out of joint as she had been thrown against the room, Mark bound to the chair, his head flowing with blood from a blow and a thin line of blood flowing down his cheek. He could also hear a weak hyperventilating sound coming from a locked chest.
He looked back at Mary Lynette. She was the same but different as people say. Her red hair wild around her shoulders instead of pulled back, a tight black shirt emphasizing her curves instead of hiding them, a flowing leather jacket behind complimented by tight black pants. She was inhumanly beautiful, her face white like porcelain. Under any other circumstances he would have seen the beauty in her, but right now she was terrifying. How could she have done something like this? It couldn't possibly be her could it? It must have been someone else, that other vampire he tried to convince himself.
Xanna watched him study her long and hard, then the room and back to her again. She felt the stronger witch stir and open her eyes. She walked over to her and tilted her head towards her.
"Watch how it easy it will be for me to kill your brother."
She saw fear rise in the witch's eyes as she let one finger dawdle on her scalp, letting the drops of blood linger on her fingers. She licked them one by one. She turned back to the ashen one. She drank the fear from them like wine.
"Ever since you tortured my soul, I've been waiting to do this."
She swung a kick with all her weight at his chest and knocked him several metres backwards. She regained her composure and looked at the stunned faces looking at her from halfway up the stairs. She gave them a little wave.
"Mary." The ashen one began, trying to get up, but before he could get up, she gave him a right hook into his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
Tar She said loudly. Come and join the final fireworks of the party.
She felt his approval and sat watching the ashen one try to get up. She felt Tar's presence draw near and she turned to watch him deliver a superb kick knocking the ashen one's friends down the rest of the stairs like dominoes.
She smiled as he walked towards her and let the pleasure broadcast itself to the ashen one as he put his arms around her and kissed her. She savoured the hurt in his eyes.
"Having fun, Xanna?"
"Well you know I am, Tar. I always do. Well, I'm getting rather bored now and the witches have provided me with some prey that could make interesting hunting. What do you say we hit and run?"
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER TEN - INSANE REALITY
Xanna perched on the edge of a nearby crate like a cat. She sensed the human rising from consciousness and groaned. She would have to knock him out again; vermin were so persistent.
"Mary, if you'll just listen to me. You don't want to do this. You're my sister. I love you."
She turned to look at him; barely able to raise his head from the blow she'd previously delivered. He was talking complete rubbish. She wondered why she hadn't killed him to start with. It was an interesting question, but not for now. She rose from her perch, bored and ran a sharp nail down the line of his cheek. A drop of blood followed it down and she licked it from his face, savouring it's taste.
"Don't make me angry vermin, or might decide you're worth more to me as a travel snack."
She grinned at him and walked back to her seat. Just before she reached it, when her back was still to the stairs, she sensed the ashen one and his friends descending the stairs. He and his friends would be no match for her. She paused and let him look at the back of coat.
"Look, whoever you are and whatever I've done, just let these people go and tell me where Mary Lynette is and I'm sure we can sort something out."
She let him think a moment as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, about fifteen feet from where she stood. She turned slowly to face him and let his utter confusion and surprise draw into the core of her being.
"Well you see ashen one, after what you did to me, I figured it was only polite to return the visit. You hurt me and mine, I hurt you and yours. All's fair in love and war. Don't look so worried ashen one, the only thing I want is for this whole town to burn to the ground and the rivers run red with you and your sister's blood."
Ash stood dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. In an effort to regroup his mind, he looked around the room. He saw Rowan cold and bleeding, Kestrel's limbs twisted out of joint as she had been thrown against the room, Mark bound to the chair, his head flowing with blood from a blow and a thin line of blood flowing down his cheek. He could also hear a weak hyperventilating sound coming from a locked chest.
He looked back at Mary Lynette. She was the same but different as people say. Her red hair wild around her shoulders instead of pulled back, a tight black shirt emphasizing her curves instead of hiding them, a flowing leather jacket behind complimented by tight black pants. She was inhumanly beautiful, her face white like porcelain. Under any other circumstances he would have seen the beauty in her, but right now she was terrifying. How could she have done something like this? It couldn't possibly be her could it? It must have been someone else, that other vampire he tried to convince himself.
Xanna watched him study her long and hard, then the room and back to her again. She felt the stronger witch stir and open her eyes. She walked over to her and tilted her head towards her.
"Watch how it easy it will be for me to kill your brother."
She saw fear rise in the witch's eyes as she let one finger dawdle on her scalp, letting the drops of blood linger on her fingers. She licked them one by one. She turned back to the ashen one. She drank the fear from them like wine.
"Ever since you tortured my soul, I've been waiting to do this."
She swung a kick with all her weight at his chest and knocked him several metres backwards. She regained her composure and looked at the stunned faces looking at her from halfway up the stairs. She gave them a little wave.
"Mary." The ashen one began, trying to get up, but before he could get up, she gave him a right hook into his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
Tar She said loudly. Come and join the final fireworks of the party.
She felt his approval and sat watching the ashen one try to get up. She felt Tar's presence draw near and she turned to watch him deliver a superb kick knocking the ashen one's friends down the rest of the stairs like dominoes.
She smiled as he walked towards her and let the pleasure broadcast itself to the ashen one as he put his arms around her and kissed her. She savoured the hurt in his eyes.
"Having fun, Xanna?"
"Well you know I am, Tar. I always do. Well, I'm getting rather bored now and the witches have provided me with some prey that could make interesting hunting. What do you say we hit and run?"