Fourth Chappie! Hm, what *is* going on...
Well if u read the last two chappies you should kno then, right? Well this chapter has a lil twist (( I love twists ))
Read to see what it is.
Please R+R
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Tnx Tania n Kylary for the plot inspiration and being such persistent and great reviewers.
Shi-chan, thanks for being the perfect model for a psycho bi-polar possessive baddie!!
*~*
The raven haired girl sat seductively on the ornate=throne. Her crimson eyes watched the man before her with a mix of interest and desire. "Stryker, what a gift!" she squealed as she got off the throne. She walked around him. "Hm," she reached up and curled long slender fingers around his chin and turned his face toward her.
Her black lips brushed his neck as she whispered. "Beautifully dark..." she lowered her hand down to his chest. "Name."
"I... I don't remember." was his hoarse reply. She shuddered in delight. His voice so deep and dark. She couldn't believe her luck.
"You'll need a name, pet." she hissed. He shuddered involuntarily as she bit into his shoulder.
"Blood, you're having way too much fun." Stryker reprimanded. Blood giggled childishly and stepped from the brunette male. She turned to the blonde and pressed her index finger to her lips. Her long black nail rested between her teeth.
"Innocent ol' me?" she asked with mock innocence. The blonde approached her, his long golden hair in a ponytail.
"Yes. It's a miracle he survived that blast, I don't want you screwing with his mind." he hissed.
Blood's eyes glistened cynically and a devious grin played at her lips. "Sisters Destiny and Fate have given him to me, my dear knight." she teased. She tilted her head. "I can have as much fun as I want."
"Blood," he began as she forced the still bloodied and injured male to face her. "Perhaps you should meditate... relax." he offered. "You're loosing it."
"No," she whispered as she turned his lost and confused face toward her. "I've found it." She wrapped placed her hands on his chest. "How do you feel, Commander?"
"Commander?" he asked with a loss in his voice.
She giggled. "Of course! You're my commander." She frowned. "Have you forgotten?" He furrowed his brows, searching desperately for knowledge, a memory but damn, so much pain....
"Sh, relax my pet..." she whispered and closed her eyes.
Stryker cursed as her hands glew silver. "The more power you use-"
"Enough, Stryker. I demand your silence." she snapped.
The knight scowled. "Fine." he snapped in return.
She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Silvery streams wrapped around the memory less form of the injured man. The warmth they emitted dulled the pain until there was none. He closed his eyes.
She gasped and stepped back. He opened his eyes, finding himself not only healed but in fresh new attire. He turned his cobalt eyes to Blood. Her eyes glew fluorescent yellow and the silver glow were fading to black.
He frowned. Should he help her? Should he be worried? If it was true and she was his superior then he should try to help. But something planted his heavy boots to the ground. Odd.
Stryker rushed to her, his large sword falling from his grasp. Why did he draw his sword? He placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Zaitani!" he called.
She exhaled and a shadow air floated from her mouth as she breathed. Her eyes flickered back to red, this time a real child like gleam to them. She curled up in Stryker's arms, like a child. Her eyes teared. "I'm sorry Odin, I really am." she murmured, the shadowy breath fading to normal breaths.
Peculiar.
The man without a memory stood, non-responsive. He observed with interest but expressed nothing. he was a numb and empty shell of a man he didn't know. A man he didn't remember so he would make no attempt to be that man. He was a hollow carcass...
Stryker stroked her cheek. "It's all right, 'Tani, I'm here... I'm here..." he cooed. She relaxed. Her lips curled into a small smile.
"Beautiful, isn't he?" she murmured. "Hm... mine..." she whispered. Stryker scowled again. He looked up at the nameless Commander.
"Don't just stand there, idiot."
The Commander's eyes turned to Stryker, no reaction from the dull blue eyes. "What am I to do?" he asked in a monotone voice. It was more a statement then a question, really.
Stryker opened his mouth but stopped himself. The woman stood herself up. "I'm fine, now Stryker." She looked over to the Commander with smirk. "Forgive me but I get a little carried away, pet." She straightened up and stroked a long crimson bang behind her ear.
No response.
Well, what did she expect?
"Nothing, my precious." she replied to his thought. She turned to Stryker who looked at her wearily. She frowned. "I'm fine, Odin, honestly." she insisted. She smiled genuinely at him. "I just carried away, it won't happen again. I promise." He sighed.
"Whatever." and he left the two.
She turned to the Commander. "Well, Leon, it seems you need a bit of refreshing." she walked over to her throne, with less pep in her step. She slumped onto the throne. "A tad bit of... re-educating." she hissed with satisfaction.
She was right.
She always was.
He was hers now...
*~* There it is, hm, what's to be done of Squally now! Please R+R
Well if u read the last two chappies you should kno then, right? Well this chapter has a lil twist (( I love twists ))
Read to see what it is.
Please R+R
*~*
Tnx Tania n Kylary for the plot inspiration and being such persistent and great reviewers.
Shi-chan, thanks for being the perfect model for a psycho bi-polar possessive baddie!!
*~*
The raven haired girl sat seductively on the ornate=throne. Her crimson eyes watched the man before her with a mix of interest and desire. "Stryker, what a gift!" she squealed as she got off the throne. She walked around him. "Hm," she reached up and curled long slender fingers around his chin and turned his face toward her.
Her black lips brushed his neck as she whispered. "Beautifully dark..." she lowered her hand down to his chest. "Name."
"I... I don't remember." was his hoarse reply. She shuddered in delight. His voice so deep and dark. She couldn't believe her luck.
"You'll need a name, pet." she hissed. He shuddered involuntarily as she bit into his shoulder.
"Blood, you're having way too much fun." Stryker reprimanded. Blood giggled childishly and stepped from the brunette male. She turned to the blonde and pressed her index finger to her lips. Her long black nail rested between her teeth.
"Innocent ol' me?" she asked with mock innocence. The blonde approached her, his long golden hair in a ponytail.
"Yes. It's a miracle he survived that blast, I don't want you screwing with his mind." he hissed.
Blood's eyes glistened cynically and a devious grin played at her lips. "Sisters Destiny and Fate have given him to me, my dear knight." she teased. She tilted her head. "I can have as much fun as I want."
"Blood," he began as she forced the still bloodied and injured male to face her. "Perhaps you should meditate... relax." he offered. "You're loosing it."
"No," she whispered as she turned his lost and confused face toward her. "I've found it." She wrapped placed her hands on his chest. "How do you feel, Commander?"
"Commander?" he asked with a loss in his voice.
She giggled. "Of course! You're my commander." She frowned. "Have you forgotten?" He furrowed his brows, searching desperately for knowledge, a memory but damn, so much pain....
"Sh, relax my pet..." she whispered and closed her eyes.
Stryker cursed as her hands glew silver. "The more power you use-"
"Enough, Stryker. I demand your silence." she snapped.
The knight scowled. "Fine." he snapped in return.
She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Silvery streams wrapped around the memory less form of the injured man. The warmth they emitted dulled the pain until there was none. He closed his eyes.
She gasped and stepped back. He opened his eyes, finding himself not only healed but in fresh new attire. He turned his cobalt eyes to Blood. Her eyes glew fluorescent yellow and the silver glow were fading to black.
He frowned. Should he help her? Should he be worried? If it was true and she was his superior then he should try to help. But something planted his heavy boots to the ground. Odd.
Stryker rushed to her, his large sword falling from his grasp. Why did he draw his sword? He placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly. "Zaitani!" he called.
She exhaled and a shadow air floated from her mouth as she breathed. Her eyes flickered back to red, this time a real child like gleam to them. She curled up in Stryker's arms, like a child. Her eyes teared. "I'm sorry Odin, I really am." she murmured, the shadowy breath fading to normal breaths.
Peculiar.
The man without a memory stood, non-responsive. He observed with interest but expressed nothing. he was a numb and empty shell of a man he didn't know. A man he didn't remember so he would make no attempt to be that man. He was a hollow carcass...
Stryker stroked her cheek. "It's all right, 'Tani, I'm here... I'm here..." he cooed. She relaxed. Her lips curled into a small smile.
"Beautiful, isn't he?" she murmured. "Hm... mine..." she whispered. Stryker scowled again. He looked up at the nameless Commander.
"Don't just stand there, idiot."
The Commander's eyes turned to Stryker, no reaction from the dull blue eyes. "What am I to do?" he asked in a monotone voice. It was more a statement then a question, really.
Stryker opened his mouth but stopped himself. The woman stood herself up. "I'm fine, now Stryker." She looked over to the Commander with smirk. "Forgive me but I get a little carried away, pet." She straightened up and stroked a long crimson bang behind her ear.
No response.
Well, what did she expect?
"Nothing, my precious." she replied to his thought. She turned to Stryker who looked at her wearily. She frowned. "I'm fine, Odin, honestly." she insisted. She smiled genuinely at him. "I just carried away, it won't happen again. I promise." He sighed.
"Whatever." and he left the two.
She turned to the Commander. "Well, Leon, it seems you need a bit of refreshing." she walked over to her throne, with less pep in her step. She slumped onto the throne. "A tad bit of... re-educating." she hissed with satisfaction.
She was right.
She always was.
He was hers now...
*~* There it is, hm, what's to be done of Squally now! Please R+R
