Title: Sanguine
Author: Tempest
Email: tempestfeb15th.net
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters recognizable from "X-Men" or any of its affiliated comics, movies, etc. They are owned by Marvel™ et al.
Author's Notes: I'm having a bad case of writer's blocks, so I'm writing these short pieces to help get the creative energy flowing.

            He comes to her at night, the seducer who promises her all eternity, the demon from her dreams. She curses his name by day, but at night, when he kisses her, she knows she would die for him. He whispers to her in the dark tongue, a language that was banned and long forgotten. She is his dark goddess, his destiny. 

            He extends a graceful hand toward her. His smile is rapacious and cold, sending a surge of fear through her. She tries to back away from him, but one look into his eyes and she's rendered powerless. A part of her tries to fight against the hold, but a stronger part gives in. She walks toward him, moving at his command.

            She knows she is not herself, that this is evil, that she should resist. Still, she fights to maintain a clear mind. I must resist, she says to herself. "Do not resist me…" He orders, his voice washing over her like a balmy zephyr—sultry and tempting—stirring feelings it should not. Her fingers intertwine with his.

            His smile is no longer alarming, but sensual and inviting. That smile shatters her resolve, and she gives herself to him. He holds her gaze, speaking again in the forbidden language; he brings her face close to his, his lips moving against her own. He rubs his fingers over her eyelids willing her to close her eyes.

            Teeth graze over skin, exploring new areas of her body. He tastes her in places he should not, paining and pleasuring, and she feels deific. He brings his lips back to hers for a hedonistic kiss stained with blood—her blood—that he forced from a wound on her inner thigh. Primal and urgent, his kisses overpower her.

            She was falling into a vortex of feelings controlled by him. Desire, crushing and archaic, burns like fire through her veins. He roughly pulls her head away from his and pulls a sharp fingernail across his collarbone. Blood seeps from the cut. "Accept me or die," he says with a sinister chuckle.

            Her eyes open. She looks around her room disoriented and is relieved to find herself alone. Her heart pounds away in her chest, the muscles in her stomach tighten and loosen at a spastic rate. She feels cold inside because she knows it is more than just a dream.

            "Goddess, is this a test of my loyalty? If it is, then I am weak. Deliver me from this evil."

[fin]