The Last Unicorn isn't mine. Amalthia isn't mine.
Rand and Tanis are, though.
Amalthia is on the Attack
Tanis leans closer over the tablet. The parchment still lies blankly under the candle's haunting blush. This setting is technically perfect: a blanket around her slumped shoulders, the camp fire spurts lazy, short-lived flames, and the man she loves is asleep in her lap. Her creative aura soars in shimmering purples around the girl...the poetry should just pour out of her pen.
Alas, curse youwriter's block! Tanisrips outthe page from its bindings and holds it up against thetallest finger tipsof the fire. Nothing. Not one reaction from the victim. The threat of killing the parchment does not scare an idea from the vacant surface. She wrinkles her face in disgust, then chucks her entire poetrybook across the clearing.Shepicks up thecandle from its resting place in the soil. Her lips form to extinguish the light, but the candle fights back against the inevitable by dripping a hot bead of melted wax onto her hand. It burns momentarily untilhardening in the cold night.
A prank solidifies behind her eyes in a glimmer of wickedness. Revealing her fangs in a sardonic smirk, the girl glances down at the dark, sleeping beauty on her legs. Delicate, loving fingers tilt the candle over the lover's forehead and an affectionate stream of sweltering hot wax smothers his face in a blistering, solidifying blanket.
My birds...who has done this to my birds?
Unsure hoofs lead the heart-sick unicorn further down the natural path, careful not to tread on the hour old corpses. More death greets her tearing eyes. Their broken little bodies are empty of life blood. What monster drinks the blood of another and leaves the shell to rot?
The only unicorn capable of crying does so. It hurts to see this...brutal mortality. Just then, as though echoing her internal termoil,there's a scream that rings through the trees.
"Shut up, you big baby! You'll give away our position."
Rand has rolled over and is smothering his head in the dirt inthepractice of cooling the scorch occurring on his moon-paled flesh.
"I HATE YOU!"
"Oh shut up. You do not."
Tanis reaches out to help remove some of the transparent pain, but he slaps her hand away. She stands up and kicks him in the ribs.Rand stands up too, eyes blazing red. Any otherperson would tremble at the glower received from this pissed off vampire, but Tanis laughs and sits back down. She doesn't have enough energy to stay upright, so the giggles force her onto her back. Rand watches, face twisting in rage.
"You're an idiot."
She laughs harder after his declaration. His facedrifts into a pout when he begins to poke at the wax casing on his forehead. Without the use of a mirror, Rand has torumage throughthe damagewith gloved fingers.
"You got it in my hair."
Tanis rolls back and forth in painful mirth. She's clutching her middle tightly; it's hard to draw adequate breath. The male vampire watches her momentarily. His anger is melting steadily. Rand's pain is worth watching her this happy. Under the influence of jellied emotions and testosterone, Rand kneels down beside his morosed mate and kisses her.
Silence fills the clearing as saliva and affection is exchanged. The kiss is broken when Amalthia screams her fury in finding the duo. Planting both back hoofs into Rand's stomach is quite enough to lift him up off the girl and land him into the fire.
RUN! I'll hold him here. Get yourself as far from this cretin as possilbe!
The unicorn yells to Tanis.
Tanis' eyes are wide in terror. THE UNICORN IS TRYING TO KILL RAND!
GO HORSIE CHIC!
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