Of Jade Dragons and Blood Stained Tears
By Silent Cobra
AN: this is my second Bones fic. Many of you have read my first (and ongoing) one, Jamaican Vacation. While both of these stories will be rated M, this one is far, far darker. JV is M for light, happy, fluffy sex scenes all over the place. This story is in no way light or fluffy. I am warning you all now that this is a very, very dark story, with sacrifice (as in ritual), murder, rape, sex, and other dark fascinating (and some very disturbing) things like that. I hold no responsibility if anyone is damaged mentally by this story. Bones and all recognizable Bones characters do not belong to me.
Prelude: Hunger
He stared solemnly at her. She was so beautiful, hauntingly beautiful. Her pale, ethereal skin was nearly translucent, with hints of blue. The blue was her blood, that bountiful life source that would explode into redness as soon as it was touched by oxygen.
Her eyes stared sightlessly at the stars above them. They were such a light blue, like the palest ice. Her cherry red lips were parted slightly, almost like an invitation. He touched her cheek and stroked it in small circles.
He turned and looked at the Other. The Other nodded slowly. He turned back to the woman and slowly climbed on top of her. The stone altar beneath her dug into his knees. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her parted lips. He breathed into her, as if he could give her life back.
She was dead, he knew that. But she was so beautiful! He glanced up at the Other again. The Other was shrouded in darkness; the light from the moon did not touch the Other's face.
He didn't want to see the Other's face.
He was terrified of the Other.
The woman was naked, her wonderfully pale body bared for the forest trees to see. He could hear the Other breathing, hard and fast. The Other liked the dead.
Her nipples were a light rose red, a reminder of what she could have been. He felt his penis press against his pants. He closed his eyes. If only she were alive! But, she was dead, and he knew that. He would pleasure himself later and think of her parted red lips around his flesh.
"Ai anyia coth ra dai…"
"Yes, Master…." He slid from the altar and grasped a large blade. He turned back to her and allowed his eyes to roam freely over her body. Her breasts gleamed in the moonlight like large pearls. His eyes slid down to stare at her shapely butt and her crotch, covered by soft dark hair.
He stepped up to the altar and pressed the blade beneath her sternum. The blade slid in easily. He sighed in ecstasy as the blade slipped around her heart. No matter how many times he did this, it turned him on. No woman could pleasure him like this. Sliding the blade into soft, pliant flesh and rendering the heart from the body gave him a hard on like no other.
He drew the blade upwards sharply. There was a resounding crack in the forest clearing, and the blade ripped free of her body. He put the blade reverently aside and mounted the altar again.
Reaching down, he pressed his hands into her ribcage. His fingers wrapped around the hard edges of bone as he began to pull the ribcage apart. Cool blood stained his fingers as he reached down and gently pulled her severed heart from her body.
Sliding off the altar, he knelt in front of the Other. He held the dead heart up to the Other and waited.
"Kor il dinav ser quat."
A hand reached from the darkness and touched the heart.
"Kor eli."
The Other was gone. He looked up and clutched the heart to his chest. He smiled and looked down at the dead heart.
He kissed it reverently and began to devour it.
AN 2: okay, so there is the prelude. Please review.