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Chapter VII: Rage
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Celes realized that she must have been in shock for she felt no pain. The scent of sweet smelling blood filled her lungs as she gasped for air.
Then she realized why she was not in pain for she recognized the scent of blood. Her eyes focused on the silver blade inches from her neck.
A silver blade from Iscariot's Andersen.
A silver blade, coated with HIS blood.
Sol Aries Helios had moved to block the blade.
Only to be stabbed in the top of his chest with it.
"No!" Celes shouted as Sol stood to protect her but she knew his wound was fatal.
"Oops," he said as he smiled.
His heartbeat was slowing and his breathing was ragged. It took him all he had just to stand.
Ever so slowly, Sol drew the blade from his chest as he glared at Andersen. Celes watched nervously as he completely removed the blade from his chest. Blood flowed from the open wound and her blood lust returned.
But she immediately covered it with concern. She touched his wound gently, trying to stop the bleeding. But immediately, she realized it was a mistake.
His blood was warm to her touch as it covered her hand. Her breathing had gotten shallow as she watched the blood trickle down her hand and his back. But her concern blocked all thoughts to actually drink his blood.
"Sol," she called him softly. Sol's knees gave in as he removed the blade from his chest. Celes helped him up but she noticed the look in his eyes as he glared at the priest in vehemence.
It was a look of hatred. And of pain.
"I'm starting to hate that guy," he said hoarsely as if her was gurgling. She smiled softly but could not help but notice that his lungs were filling with his blood.
"Why did you block the blade?" Celes scolded him but her heart was not in it. She could never get angry with him and she did not know why.
"Obviously to protect you," he said weakly.
"Why not just push me away?" she asked as she picked up her gun. But as she did, she noticed the reason why he didn't push her away. Several blades had struck where she would have been if Sol had pushed her to either side.
Andersen had anticipated every possible move they would make.
And Sol saw it before she did and made the only move to save her life. Even at the cost of his own safety. Snarling, the priest drew his swords and began to charge.
Celes aimed at the charging priest but Sol suddenly jerked the gun upwards making her shoot in the process.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted but she never got an answer for Andersen was almost above them.
Suddenly, a large chandelier fell on his head with a loud crash, burying him in metal and glass. Stunned, Celes looked for the spot her bullet had struck and found that the bullet had destroyed the chain that held the chandelier in place.
"Let's go," Sol said as he tried to stand. Celes was still confused as she helped him up. Nodding, Celes unceremoniously lifted him and carried him on her shoulder. Sol groaned as his gut slammed on her shoulder.
"This is not how I envisioned you sweeping me off my feet," he said. Celes just shook her head and immediately ran towards the exit.
"That was very foolish," she said as she ran like she was carrying paper.
"Perhaps," he said in a whisper. Celes felt his heart weakening but she dare not stop until they were safely out of harms way. "Put me down," he said. Celes was hesitant but did as she was told, resting him on a nearby wall.
She then noticed that he was still gripping the blade that had struck him. And she was entranced by the blood that flowed out from his wound. She was licking her lips as she watched his blood drip away.
"CELES!" his harsh and strained voice broke her trance and she blinked in worry. She cursed herself for even thinking of taking advantage of his weakness. "You must go," he said. Celes was abashed by his suggestion.
"I will not leave you," she said and started to pick him up. But the cold silver blade covered with his blood on her neck made her pause.
"Go I will kill you myself," he said. The seriousness of his tone and the determination in his eyes told her he was not lying. Shocked by that admission, Celes only looked at him in confusion.
But then, he smiled to her sweetly and stood without any help. He then cupped his hand over his wound while Celes hungrily watched at his blood pooled into his cupped hand.
Celes smiled in astonishment and glee when he offered the blood in his hand to her. With his consent and the smell of his blood, she lost herself completely.
Celes Victoria began licking the blood out of his hand while sighing in pleasure. It was better than she had imagined. Warm and tasty, it felt sweet in her taste buds as she licked his hand, cleaning all the blood from it.
She then turned her attention to his chest and began licking his wound, slurping the delectable essence from his body. Sol wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close to him.
Suddenly, Celes realized what she was doing and immediately, pulled away from him. She still felt his blood on her lips and licked them clean and the guilt pounded in her conscience.
"You knew?" she asked in a whisper. Sol nodded slowly and hefted the silver blade.
"This is not the time to discuss this," he said as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the night. "I'll hold him off. Run!" he said as he slowly and carelessly walked towards the source.
"But..." Celes tried to protest but when he turned to face her, he smiled at her contently.
"We will be together again," he said. "Trust me."
With those words, Celes walked towards him and pulled his head into a passionate kiss. At first Sol was caught off guard but was drawn into it. Never had her blood and carnal lust merged into had such intensity that she placed into that kiss. It was a whole new level of bliss for the young vampire.
And Sol felt it too and was reluctant to part. But they did.
"Come back to me," Celes said and quickly left him to his fate.
Sol smiled as his destiny ran for safety. And he was glad that she had heeded his words.
For he did not want her to see what he was going to do next.
With speeds that no mortal could possess, Sol had caught the incoming blade that flew towards him. Now with a blade in each hand, he waited for his opponent.
"Allies of vampires shall be punished by God," Andersen said as he neared him.
Sol poised in defense and glared at the priest with vehemence.
"Who made YOU God?" he asked in a clear and deadly tone. Andersen snarled as he charged with both blades in his hands.
Sol Aries de Helios smiled wickedly and he approached.
"Heaven or Hell," he said as he watched the priest come closer.
Twenty feet... fifteen... ten. Sol brought the blades up. One to defend the other to attack.
"Neither," he said and the fight has begun.
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end of 7.
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A/n: Thanks to those who reviewed. Is this story really skeptical? As for cliffies, they tend to heighten the reader's excitement. Thanks again
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Chapter VII: Rage
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Celes realized that she must have been in shock for she felt no pain. The scent of sweet smelling blood filled her lungs as she gasped for air.
Then she realized why she was not in pain for she recognized the scent of blood. Her eyes focused on the silver blade inches from her neck.
A silver blade from Iscariot's Andersen.
A silver blade, coated with HIS blood.
Sol Aries Helios had moved to block the blade.
Only to be stabbed in the top of his chest with it.
"No!" Celes shouted as Sol stood to protect her but she knew his wound was fatal.
"Oops," he said as he smiled.
His heartbeat was slowing and his breathing was ragged. It took him all he had just to stand.
Ever so slowly, Sol drew the blade from his chest as he glared at Andersen. Celes watched nervously as he completely removed the blade from his chest. Blood flowed from the open wound and her blood lust returned.
But she immediately covered it with concern. She touched his wound gently, trying to stop the bleeding. But immediately, she realized it was a mistake.
His blood was warm to her touch as it covered her hand. Her breathing had gotten shallow as she watched the blood trickle down her hand and his back. But her concern blocked all thoughts to actually drink his blood.
"Sol," she called him softly. Sol's knees gave in as he removed the blade from his chest. Celes helped him up but she noticed the look in his eyes as he glared at the priest in vehemence.
It was a look of hatred. And of pain.
"I'm starting to hate that guy," he said hoarsely as if her was gurgling. She smiled softly but could not help but notice that his lungs were filling with his blood.
"Why did you block the blade?" Celes scolded him but her heart was not in it. She could never get angry with him and she did not know why.
"Obviously to protect you," he said weakly.
"Why not just push me away?" she asked as she picked up her gun. But as she did, she noticed the reason why he didn't push her away. Several blades had struck where she would have been if Sol had pushed her to either side.
Andersen had anticipated every possible move they would make.
And Sol saw it before she did and made the only move to save her life. Even at the cost of his own safety. Snarling, the priest drew his swords and began to charge.
Celes aimed at the charging priest but Sol suddenly jerked the gun upwards making her shoot in the process.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted but she never got an answer for Andersen was almost above them.
Suddenly, a large chandelier fell on his head with a loud crash, burying him in metal and glass. Stunned, Celes looked for the spot her bullet had struck and found that the bullet had destroyed the chain that held the chandelier in place.
"Let's go," Sol said as he tried to stand. Celes was still confused as she helped him up. Nodding, Celes unceremoniously lifted him and carried him on her shoulder. Sol groaned as his gut slammed on her shoulder.
"This is not how I envisioned you sweeping me off my feet," he said. Celes just shook her head and immediately ran towards the exit.
"That was very foolish," she said as she ran like she was carrying paper.
"Perhaps," he said in a whisper. Celes felt his heart weakening but she dare not stop until they were safely out of harms way. "Put me down," he said. Celes was hesitant but did as she was told, resting him on a nearby wall.
She then noticed that he was still gripping the blade that had struck him. And she was entranced by the blood that flowed out from his wound. She was licking her lips as she watched his blood drip away.
"CELES!" his harsh and strained voice broke her trance and she blinked in worry. She cursed herself for even thinking of taking advantage of his weakness. "You must go," he said. Celes was abashed by his suggestion.
"I will not leave you," she said and started to pick him up. But the cold silver blade covered with his blood on her neck made her pause.
"Go I will kill you myself," he said. The seriousness of his tone and the determination in his eyes told her he was not lying. Shocked by that admission, Celes only looked at him in confusion.
But then, he smiled to her sweetly and stood without any help. He then cupped his hand over his wound while Celes hungrily watched at his blood pooled into his cupped hand.
Celes smiled in astonishment and glee when he offered the blood in his hand to her. With his consent and the smell of his blood, she lost herself completely.
Celes Victoria began licking the blood out of his hand while sighing in pleasure. It was better than she had imagined. Warm and tasty, it felt sweet in her taste buds as she licked his hand, cleaning all the blood from it.
She then turned her attention to his chest and began licking his wound, slurping the delectable essence from his body. Sol wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close to him.
Suddenly, Celes realized what she was doing and immediately, pulled away from him. She still felt his blood on her lips and licked them clean and the guilt pounded in her conscience.
"You knew?" she asked in a whisper. Sol nodded slowly and hefted the silver blade.
"This is not the time to discuss this," he said as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the night. "I'll hold him off. Run!" he said as he slowly and carelessly walked towards the source.
"But..." Celes tried to protest but when he turned to face her, he smiled at her contently.
"We will be together again," he said. "Trust me."
With those words, Celes walked towards him and pulled his head into a passionate kiss. At first Sol was caught off guard but was drawn into it. Never had her blood and carnal lust merged into had such intensity that she placed into that kiss. It was a whole new level of bliss for the young vampire.
And Sol felt it too and was reluctant to part. But they did.
"Come back to me," Celes said and quickly left him to his fate.
Sol smiled as his destiny ran for safety. And he was glad that she had heeded his words.
For he did not want her to see what he was going to do next.
With speeds that no mortal could possess, Sol had caught the incoming blade that flew towards him. Now with a blade in each hand, he waited for his opponent.
"Allies of vampires shall be punished by God," Andersen said as he neared him.
Sol poised in defense and glared at the priest with vehemence.
"Who made YOU God?" he asked in a clear and deadly tone. Andersen snarled as he charged with both blades in his hands.
Sol Aries de Helios smiled wickedly and he approached.
"Heaven or Hell," he said as he watched the priest come closer.
Twenty feet... fifteen... ten. Sol brought the blades up. One to defend the other to attack.
"Neither," he said and the fight has begun.
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end of 7.
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A/n: Thanks to those who reviewed. Is this story really skeptical? As for cliffies, they tend to heighten the reader's excitement. Thanks again