Okay dudes! Seventh chapter now up! Next couple of chapters will feature Merovingian, Persephone and the Twins (kuai!!)!
Disclaimer: Why must I tell thee again? I do not own the Matrix!!!
Tainted
Morning.
Cold, blue morning.
All that is left from the fire-
Is demure, grey ash.
The bed is broken;
With its sheets dripping with biological fluids,
Mingling in a cocktail of once smouldering passion.
Cybil awakes.
Shivering in a greasy sweat;
In the arms of Smith.
Prying herself from her sleeping cage-
Peers down at him.
'Cybil!'
He murmurs;
And curls into the foetal position.
He looks so pure-
Like a child.
But why would a devil look anything but handsomely innocent?
She walks across the room.
Black wings shielding her nude figure.
The cold floor crushes her feet,
The shocks gnash at her calves.
Her whole body groans in agony.
A taffeta curtain is pulled back-
And reveals the sun,
Her unmerciless allergen.
Its radiation is bright-
And sickening.
But the pain passes,
Her eyes have adjusted.
Clothing herself in a sheer violet robe,
Slumping a tired and ravaged body on a couch.
Chest heaving deeply-
While her eyes close in exhaustion.
Sighing gently,
Musing over a muscle cramp.
She feels the seat sink;
Calm hands begin sweeping away the pain.
But she feels uncomfortable with him-
Even though she let spill her most darkest secrets to him last night.
He nuzzles her nape tenderly,
Licking a wound from last night.
Almost apologetically!
Such a doting creature!
He encloses her-
Not wanting to part with her.