I HATE having to reformat this thing plus my spacing dies, grr x-x This is important a chapter, no no rape this time Oo It's the fact Shad's emotions are so uncontrolled and he's slipping back into depresison, it's both of their 'escapes', it's Huginn, it's that wardrobe scene that freaked me out oo
I'll shut up >>
Fallen to the pits of Hades
Chapter 5 – Escape?
Shadow
Since Huginn's visit several hours ago, Shadow had done something extremely unusual for him.
He'd fallen asleep.
With his heart so relieved from at least some of the pangs that his life is wrought with at every turn, the vampire had curled up in raw Hedgehog fashion and had fallen asleep until the dusk's fading light over the distant hill side. Only the rune marks across his body brought him away from the throne's own creation of darkness, daring yet manipulative to taunt a watching mind with riddles of cosmos.
As soon as the night begins to sweep across the oceans, the beings of life and the wild beyond does he stir, barely with an eye flicker and the common waking cloud that taints any waker when they come from their state of self unknowing. His throat crawls with a dull breath of nothing tickling its being as he struggles to force him up against the cramps embedded deep into his limb muscles.
His orbs of rich blood colour are hidden and shown slowly for a few seconds as the mind behind them tries to grasp at something solid.
Sleep, I was… asleep?
Shaking his head to rid himself of the unusual feeling, he slowly sits up gazing to the floor, partly in utter confusion, partly from the daze still induced by the phenomenon. His ears flatten slightly and his tail lays limp across the stone still waiting for the owner to stand and walk, not seeing the problem.
'Been so long since I last slept' he whispers to himself, rubbing one of his eyes with the knuckles of a paw. He blinks again, looking at his crimson marking pooling across the back of his palm like a fountain into a pool of the life giver he steals just to keep himself amongst them. With a look of partial disgust, he stretches himself back to the worn stairs trying not to stumble from the numb ache invading his body.
He begins a wander much like he would during the daylight hours, ignoring the still sticky taint to his fur as unbeknownst to him; he was crying during his sleep to his more ancient memories the exact thing that had stopped him from sleeping centuries ago.
A distant nightmare quickly reignites as he stumbles once more across her room choking him inside with distilled gilt and the only acceptable view to be the floor. He didn't want to look, couldn't strain his neck to look again. It was his fault, just like last time and he let his anger get the better of him.
Where was this rage from? He'd never been much of a Hedgehog in the past to let his anger pour into the open, he just kept quiet about it and tied it away from his sight to try and keep his calm together. Ah if only his other opposite emotions could follow but they always lay just under the surface of his brittle skin. He turns away quietly, not bothering to look up and heads straight for the infirmary that he did hide a few of what he stole away from all others.
His eyes glaze over quickly as he pads towards that place, immune to the sweat and everything still wrapped in his fur. He felt invulnerable at the moment but not in any way to give him sanctum. His mind drew dark as his fur as it quietly contemplates nothing leaving only instinct to tell his paws where to tread and them to deal with the isolated chill long enveloped by the stones surrounding.
His paw snatches quickly from the cupboard, taking the small box and letting other objects and containers to clattered to the ground but left deaf to his ears who have lost their tune. He looks at them for a moment then puts them on the side and uses his chaos control to appear in another abbey area, one containing what can only be contemplated as an 'original shower system'.
Stepping inside the single stall, he pulls on the lever and hisses as the arctic like waters begins to run down from various pipe lines and gullies until it showers upon his body. He stands there for a moment, tilting his head up to the source with eyes closed for long moments letting the water begin to wash away everything on the surface, treading with further care on the emotion still trickling underneath. It is a while before he dares to touch himself and help the water take it away and even then it is tentative, worried, and fearful.
Across from him the only other creature that can at all reflect his outward look perches, watching quietly and appears indifferent even at some of what meanders down his legs and to the basin below. Freshly drawn blood.
Amy
Cerise also wakens soon with the dusk's betrayal to the night's canvas, with the same dazed look and flicker of eyes. A yawn comes quickly after tingling her own throat with dryness and the furious growling of her unfed stomach. This is to be her second night with nothing and a young ones blood is more of a rich energy burner than a life giver.
For a moment, her glazed eyes null, feeling warmth clutched around her waist in protection, her mind still sleep infected to put realization together. Twisting herself in the cover, she turns her had, expecting to see the warm features of her mate not the cobalt former.
Her scream is restrained, barely as her eyes widen in momentaril panic. Pulling the cover away with her free arms, she glares to find his body crushed against her back to increase his held possession over her formerly sleeping body. Growling, she tries to undo the knot of his paws across her hips, her mind now seizing the fact Shadow never slept and how foolish it was to think anything else of it.
Her teeth clench as she continues to fumble with the silent body pressed against her, trying to loosen his grip enough to let her away. Her silent mind prayers must have brought some justice as with a mumble, Sonic loosens his grip from her waist just enough for he to squeeze through much to her unrelenting thankfulness.
She stands away from him for a minute, staring at the body who ensnared her during her sleep, ignoring the chill rippling across her naked body.
Had he done something else as I slept? She questions. Shuddering, she turns away and pads off quietly to the shower he had left her for the previous daylight.
Her body is soothed the moment the shower lets hot water come awash over her shivering caused by some traits still remaining despite death not requiring them.
I feels so… violated, enslaved, just a thing trapped with a wretch
Rubbing her paws across herself, she sees away everything clotting her fur, rubbing her fur raw to rid herself of his manic touch and the marks that held her at his mercy. So much couldn't be understood like how he came back for one, he never did answer just saying something about revenge. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she just lets the water wash some of her pain away, his trace still clinging to her fur.
"Ow!" she suddenly hisses clasping her wrist tightly. A sudden pang came out of nowhere, not from the bondage but it felt… sharp causing her to loose al other thoughts for the spilt second it lasted before it passed on into nothing.
Confused, the Hedgehog shrugs it off and resumes rubbing her with the water, trying in vain to take his poison away.
It was only about ten minutes or so before she left the soothing waters to towel herself down before it gave the still sleeper from getting any other ideas. She tries her bangs and quaff carefully, looking in mild annoyance in the mirror at the fact they had splintered out of place. Snatching up a rather conveniently placed brush, she spends a few minutes just to get everything back where it should on her face before finishing towelling down her fur. Eventually come satisfied, she wraps the towel around her torso taking care to make sure it'll stay wrapped around her and wanders back to the wardrobe she had seen on her short look around the apartment.
Disgust quickly crossed the still damp hedgehogs face as she sifts through the clothes obviously for her lurking inside.
Does he expect me to wear these things?
Her paw shuffles through the considered rags, her fury still clearly evident. Everything seemed purely for his benefit, clearly see through, short, revealing all looks and nothing for mobility. The clothing even included thongs and some of the most flimsy looking bras existence could ever grant.
As she bends down, flipping through some of the wears in the drawers, she is shoved forward causing her side to hit the back of the vacant side of wardrobe and be held that by a former favourite. She yelps as her shoulder hits the hard wood and tries to support herself but she is quickly pinned to the back by his stomach. The moment her head turns, all she sees is the devil's affection staring right back at her with the smile to match it second for second.
'Hope you don't mind if I help my dear' he coos with that familiar grin, staring into her frightened eyes. With his paws resting above her shoulders, he stands there with sheer confidence as he is pressed against her, stopping her from even considering escape.
She stares at him, fear overriding everything including her anger and disgust, something about those eyes just made her want to run.
Still smiling, the Hedgehog slips an arm round her back, pulling her closer still to him so despite the towel wrapped around her body, she can feel him regardless surrounding her in the confined space. She flinches badly as he takes his other paw away causing him to deliberately stumble forward and trap her completely against the solid back; it leaves her completely open to his choice. She stares at her fondly, inwardly annoyed that she thinks she can hide anything from him but he quickly sees to it and aids the towel to drop to their foot paws. She blinks; her mind turned to fragile sand sculpture to the towering wave pushing against her now bare flesh, pressing harshly as he holds up the paw that destroyed that feeble sense of dignity the towel gave her. Lifting her head up to his eye level, he continues to stare with sophisticated affection not caring about her fear, he was lapping up it with every tear she shed.
'Now now don't look so scared, these aren't my enjoyment hours yet' he tells in a soothing tone. Much to her surprise, he backs away and begins shuffling through the drawers himself leaving her still shell shocked about how close he was, exactly like only hours ago.
Quickly snatching the towel from the ground, she wraps it around her revealed body and darts out of the space before he gets any more ideas to put her back in. She sits herself on the bed corner, shivering as she watches from an eye corner to the shuffling cobalt pulling out various choosings from the left side drawers. Shortly satisfied, he stands again, throwing the gathered clothes to her lap.
'Wear these' he commands, a remote hint of enthusiasm in his voice. She looks at them, holding up the rather see through shirt with mild disgust.
'Fine but I'd rather not have you in the room if you don't mind' she growls in response. Amazingly Sonic nods and turns to leave
'You'll be wanting me here eventually' he whispers with a grin.
She eyes him angrily as he leaves the room, looking at his chosen again inwardly feeling sick. Quietly, she lets the towel fall from her body again and slowly begins to put on the selection, not noticing the Hedgehog still watching, albeit secretly, but still watching.
When the cerise Hedgehog had finished, she could tell already she looked awful. The new dress she wears has a slit already up on leg right to the top of her hip now to mention a portion cut out on the opposite side revealing quite a bit of stomach and a bit of her near black bra she wears. The thing is so clear that the black underneath shows well enough anyway, perfect for perverted hedgehogs still watching her from afar.
'I'm dressed' she calls in a bland tone, waiting for him to just spring out of nowhere just to tear it straight off again.
Oddly to her surprise, he did no such thing.
'Mmm you look fantastic you realise don't you' he comments, grinning slyly as he wanders over to the window and draws the curtains. She eyes him with a high degree of uncertainty, refusing the budge beyond the bed corner.
'Well, how about your first feast night with me? This city was picked for its population stakes so plenty of choice. You're starved I can tell, your eyes say it all.' He coos with eyes half closed. Muttering darkly, she wanders to the window, putting space between him and her as she opens the window with her tail idly stretched from a hole in the dress for balance.
'You better be able to fly, my stomach doesn't want learners you know' she states looking out into the clouded sky above. His boldness takes a blow; he's never actually had to try before so he wasn't entirely sure how good he'd be. Refusing to let it show, he just offers the window to her.
'Ladies first'
'So chivalry still exists in the demented, I'm surprised.' She replies, lunging out the window leaving her in utter free fall to no one's waiting hands. He watches her for a few seconds, his self doubt bubbling back to the surface as he too takes the plunge after her, emerald locked onto the vampire before him.
Rose finds it no problem to pull out from her dive, her unusual levitation allowing her to hover on still air without a second thought as she waited for the enslaver; if he was going to fall she wanted to see it.
To her disgust, he manages to stabilize himself much higher than she did but he still managed it. She glares despite her stomach calling for the hunt to begin; the way he was balancing… he's struggling to stay aloft.
Chance to seize
Quickly using the skills she long ago learnt form her mentor and lover, she flies away on ease to rival a kestrel on thermals, keeping up speed and taking care to put as many structures in the way as possible to denounce the floundering fledgling.
The air remains so still as if time has stopped as she pushes herself onwards to get that distance, completely unsure if the other could do anything about it, she can hope. Within minutes she falls satisfied, floating near a low roof top barely struggling as she watches, she just wanted to give it a few minutes.
What the heck do you think you doing? She flinches instantly, turning her head to locate the sound… wait it was in her head?
Apologise, its not normal like this but all I do. Please, say no words, it risk its self me doing this, master punish Nodding, she floats on the spot, ears pricked awaiting the odd noises in her mind.
I must ask to go back, running is danger. I know not masters plan whole but if run, Shadow pay and child, return, give time, let mate live. Time not kind like slave yet both want same, both want life, choose who give
Her face looks puzzled for a moment then she nods.
Thank you, I do what can for Shadow, you help, help Shadow live to see child With that, the voice goes silent.
Within minutes her decision is reached and she starts to fly back the way she came, freedom is not worth his life if the speaker does as it said, at least he'll be safe. The voice's words relays in her mind, taking them in, in stock silence.
Thank you
From where she was only moments before, a familiar Raven pokes out his beak and gazes towards where Amy Rose had just parted, his face as blank as ever but inwardly he was thankful.
He had just bought so much needed time.
With that, he flies back to where he left the Shadow, silently wondering to himself how much this charade behind master's back this would cost him.