Kitana- Hello everyone my apologies for a very VERY delayed update, I just lost any ideas of making this a good chapter, but as I said before I will not give up on this fanfic!!!
Anyways here is Chapter 49, the latest and as always please enjoy it!
^-^ mew!
49
The heat within the vent was too much, enough to cause Claire to faint, but she was determined to not be beaten… or such. She had Steve now, things would have to get better or what was the point of the last five months of pain and what felt like death? Her right arm and hand was still covering her wound, she was scared to move it away thinking that her vital blood would pour everywhere, like an overflowing cup, so fragile, one push or the slightest movement would tip the entire contents out. She laughed at herself, she knew she wasn't as fragile as that, but something was pulling deep inside of her that felt completely different.
The air flowing through the darkened and quite heated vent was thick and heavy down within their lungs and chest. It was almost too thick to breathe it in, as if it was warm water rather than air. She turned quietly to Steve, he insisted in being behind so that her back was covered, but he was also frantic that her front wasn't covered either. In the end it was Claire who had to make the choice for him. He was still tense at the time and while she glanced at him he was still tense. His lovely face was serious, and he seemed as if he was listening to something she couldn't hear. She looked back in front of her and carried on upwards in the direction of solid ground…the surface.
'Go away' he screamed within the confides of his mind. A light giggling sound merged from the darkness, taunting him, mocking him, 'LEAVE ME ALONE!' the scream seemed to echo forever in his head, bouncing from one corner to another.
'I can feel him…' she purred softly, 'He doesn't want to stay locked in here anymore' she laughed feeling the heavy rage mixed with anxiousness from Steve. Her warmth flowed over his body and for a moment it felt as if she was right next to him, 'He's hungry Steve…what are you going to do about it?'
He physically and mentally frowned closing his eyes tightly. He could feel it pushing from his chest, daring to come out once and for all. He opened his eyes suddenly, bleeding red. Steve shook his head and gained control again, 'GET THE FUCK OUT!'
An almost ghostly hand rushed into his chest and straight into his heart pulling the beast from inside, her breath laid close to his lips, 'Or what?' it whispered. The pain cut deep and through his entire body, 'Imagine what I can really do Steve,' she laughed again pulling her ghostly hand out, 'And I'm not even here…'
He squeezed his fists into balls, his nails digging into his flesh and that sharp pain almost gave him back some control. The pain was somehow making him return. He raised one fist up and smashed it into and out of the metal vent. Claire jumped back quickly turning to see what was going on.
"Steve?" her eyes widening as his blood coated the metal mess. He looked up, eyes red and wild.
"C-laire," he growled, "Get…o-out…"
"But Stev-"
"I SAID GO!"
In that second she saw the event unfolding within the Antarctic base all over again. She didn't want to go; it was beginning to feel that she was losing Steve. Running from him yet again as his beast chases behind her. Claire quickly scrambled back moving with a speed and strength she didn't know she had.
Steve fell forward clutching his bloodied hand, laughing at the sight of his torn flesh and blood, "NO YOU CAN'T," he cried, "YOU CAN'T!"
Her ghostly image wafted around him, 'Yes I can,' she whispered, 'and soon Claire will feel what it is to become a victim of your beast, our beast…' her voice glided softly along the air, so gentle and yet so thick with deceit and hatred. He looked into that small small vent, seeing the young woman scrambling away from him. He could smell her fear as if it was a sweet perfumed scent.
'Don't you feel him Steve?'
He turned to her; eyes as red as blood and smiled, "I do."
Her young face smiled back, 'What does he desire Steve?'
He turned to that fading image of the young woman escaping and sniffed the air gently as if he was an animal on the prowl for food, "Flesh."
Alicia gilded through him as if she was a warm breeze hitting him in a rush of heat. Hot and somewhat unpleasant, but also wanted, 'I suggest you go and feed him Steve,' she glanced at the girl now seeming so faraway from their reach, 'before she escapes…'
Claire was scrambling up the vent as fast as humanly possible, she was scared, but not of Alicia or any kind of monster, but of Steve. Her wonderful, kind Steve. But glancing for mere seconds back, she could see that Steve was fading away from the shell that looked so much like him. All that came to her mind was him turning into that beast and leaving her forever. Selfish that is was, but she couldn't cope with life without him. But as she contemplated her situation, it was her who was about to get killed and fade, Steve was dangling by a thread…
Steve began to move, but slowly, as if he was beginning to stalk his prey. Play with her a little before sinking his teeth into that pale warm flesh of hers. It didn't matter if she was too far away or not even there, her scent coated the entire vent, the air was her. He wouldn't lose her, not until he killed her.
Alicia's ghostly image disappeared, only her sweet voice held him close, kept him knowing that she was there and would never leave. He knew deep down that this was a bad thing, but somehow he didn't care. He just wanted to be fed, to feed that monster that was so close to clawing out of his skin.
As if it was another body inside of him!
'Why do you resist so?'
Steve stopped, "Because I'm not like you," he tried to believe his words but that foul beast lurking so close under his skin made him think otherwise. He clenched his hand clawing his nails into the silver metal. He quickly looked down at his hands seeing his human nails form into long black ones. He slowly lifted up his hand to his face and sat there in the extreme heat.
'I told you Steve, he's coming'
He let out a cold laugh, flooding that narrow vent with his sinister voice. He was truly amused, but at what he didn't know, maybe he was losing what sanity he had left. It had to be trapped within this hell and being tormented by an Ashford… yet again! He abruptly cut short the laugher and glared down at his nails, flexing his fingers in and out memorized by the look of them extending from his skin, they almost looked as if they weren't his. He placed one tip of his nail on the metal and pressed down dragging his hand back.
The echo of metal scratching erupted within the narrow vent cutting out that dead silence and replacing it with that awful sound. Claire stopped and glimpsed back shuddering as that sound touched her ears, sending chills down her spine. His laugh was still drumming within her head, why was he acting like this? What was he doing?!? She reached the end of the tunnel and through the thin lines of the grate…light; she quickly turned round as much as she could and kicked out the grate. It crashed to the floor and Claire jumped out stilling holding onto her stomach.
Steve quickly turned to the distant light in front of him, he was no longer caring or even interested with his claws but with the distant smell of blood. The copper smell was getting thicker and thicker as it came to him through that sticky hot air. He started forward forgetting who was driving the beast from inside him, forgetting why he was there or where he was heading to… Just the need for the flesh and blood was urging him to go and eat, to go and satisfy that longing, to go and kill!
He rushed forward charging, dragging his body through the narrowness to that bright light ahead. He wasn't going to let his prey go, he wasn't going to lose this kill.
He wouldn't! His beast demanded for it!
As Claire escaped from the vent she quickly began running away, as far as possible even though within her heart it was pleading with her to think it through, it was Steve after all and he wouldn't do anything to harm her. But some logic within her brain thought otherwise, yes Steve stopped himself from falling into darkness back in the Antarctic base, but what about now? She dashed that thought away and kept on running… for a few seconds the thought of Steve a danger escaped her mind as she wondered where the hell she was…
The long corridor that she entered was covered in smoke, no it was dust. She coughed slightly running past what seemed to rumble and into a clear patch where she finally saw the elevator with the broken door.
The one which would take her up towards the surface.
Claire quickly pressed the button, glaring behind her every second to see if Steve was rampaging down to her. It was taking forever just for the lift to come to her, she was on edge and didn't want to be standing in a end dead waiting like a weak animal to be slaughter by the man she loved. The lift finally came and she quickly moved in pressing the small button labelled 'GF' more then once, feeling almost naked without any covering or even a gun. She glared anxiously into the dust filled corridor ahead of her searching for any signs of movement within the whiteness.
The lift began moving, her heart seemed to deflate and her breathing came back long and slow. She leant against the lift feeling the coolness sink into her damp top, she sighed, hand still clasped round her stomach and closed her eyes.
Steve sniffed the white air as he passed the rumble silently stalking the corridor following the invisible trail straight to Claire. That small voice in his head was fading away with every step he took, and only the urge, the painful urges of his beast lingered behind. He moved closer claws digging into the whitewashed walls, trailing them behind leaving dim lines of red against the bright whiteness of the walls.
That ghostly girl that he kept on seeing within the air vents disappeared, but he could feel her coming closer and closer towards him. Her distant presence almost like a feel of heat raging from deep red flames. He moved to the elevator glaring in the shaft, he moved more closely stepping inside and looking up at the moving lift, he closed his eyes gently sniffing the air and grinned showing slight fangs on the tip of his bottom lip.
He knew exactly where she was.
Huddled in the corner panting just like a helpless creature after a chase, waiting for her predator to come and cut short her existence. He laughed quietly finding it all so amusing, finding the hunt quite entertaining. Images of blood dripping down her flesh as she struggled and screamed for help and yet none would ever come. He could taste her hot blood trickling down his throat as if it were syrup, sweet and yet pungent. He inadvertently licked his lips and jumped forward sinking those black claws of his into the shaft and started to climb up towards the lift.
Claire jerked forward breaking free of that peaceful thought as the sounds of banging came towards her. She stepped all the way back into the corner of the lift and listened. What could she do? Nothing, there was no way off this ride until it stopped, but it didn't seem as if it was close to the surface yet. Suddenly as if it never happened the banging stopped, she stepped forward hating the closed space, no place to hide, no where to move if something bad was about to go down. Claire stopped dead centre in the middle of the lift, quiet, desperately listening to any kind of sound, anything that would tell her something…
The lift shifted almost as if it was about to drop back down to the pits of hell, Claire fell back into the corner aching all over glaring at what seemed to be black spikes coming from the floor of the lift. She moved across the elevator, back against the wall and breathing as quietly as possible. The metal at where the spikes where creaked sending a painful sound out. She quickly covered her ears hunching down to her heels, "SHUT UP!!" she screamed.
Steve, underneath the lift only dangling but his claws, smirked. He pulled his right hand out releasing the claws from the metal and with a great force he swung his hand round and propelled it through and into the bottom of the lift.
Claire jumped back, "STOP IT!" she screamed at the hand, fear flooding into her system like a tidal wave.
Steve smiled, blood dripping down his arms where the metal cut deep into his flesh, "Ah come on Claire, it's me…" he laughed loudly for Claire to hear, "Now would I hurt you?"
Anyways here is Chapter 49, the latest and as always please enjoy it!
^-^ mew!
49
The heat within the vent was too much, enough to cause Claire to faint, but she was determined to not be beaten… or such. She had Steve now, things would have to get better or what was the point of the last five months of pain and what felt like death? Her right arm and hand was still covering her wound, she was scared to move it away thinking that her vital blood would pour everywhere, like an overflowing cup, so fragile, one push or the slightest movement would tip the entire contents out. She laughed at herself, she knew she wasn't as fragile as that, but something was pulling deep inside of her that felt completely different.
The air flowing through the darkened and quite heated vent was thick and heavy down within their lungs and chest. It was almost too thick to breathe it in, as if it was warm water rather than air. She turned quietly to Steve, he insisted in being behind so that her back was covered, but he was also frantic that her front wasn't covered either. In the end it was Claire who had to make the choice for him. He was still tense at the time and while she glanced at him he was still tense. His lovely face was serious, and he seemed as if he was listening to something she couldn't hear. She looked back in front of her and carried on upwards in the direction of solid ground…the surface.
'Go away' he screamed within the confides of his mind. A light giggling sound merged from the darkness, taunting him, mocking him, 'LEAVE ME ALONE!' the scream seemed to echo forever in his head, bouncing from one corner to another.
'I can feel him…' she purred softly, 'He doesn't want to stay locked in here anymore' she laughed feeling the heavy rage mixed with anxiousness from Steve. Her warmth flowed over his body and for a moment it felt as if she was right next to him, 'He's hungry Steve…what are you going to do about it?'
He physically and mentally frowned closing his eyes tightly. He could feel it pushing from his chest, daring to come out once and for all. He opened his eyes suddenly, bleeding red. Steve shook his head and gained control again, 'GET THE FUCK OUT!'
An almost ghostly hand rushed into his chest and straight into his heart pulling the beast from inside, her breath laid close to his lips, 'Or what?' it whispered. The pain cut deep and through his entire body, 'Imagine what I can really do Steve,' she laughed again pulling her ghostly hand out, 'And I'm not even here…'
He squeezed his fists into balls, his nails digging into his flesh and that sharp pain almost gave him back some control. The pain was somehow making him return. He raised one fist up and smashed it into and out of the metal vent. Claire jumped back quickly turning to see what was going on.
"Steve?" her eyes widening as his blood coated the metal mess. He looked up, eyes red and wild.
"C-laire," he growled, "Get…o-out…"
"But Stev-"
"I SAID GO!"
In that second she saw the event unfolding within the Antarctic base all over again. She didn't want to go; it was beginning to feel that she was losing Steve. Running from him yet again as his beast chases behind her. Claire quickly scrambled back moving with a speed and strength she didn't know she had.
Steve fell forward clutching his bloodied hand, laughing at the sight of his torn flesh and blood, "NO YOU CAN'T," he cried, "YOU CAN'T!"
Her ghostly image wafted around him, 'Yes I can,' she whispered, 'and soon Claire will feel what it is to become a victim of your beast, our beast…' her voice glided softly along the air, so gentle and yet so thick with deceit and hatred. He looked into that small small vent, seeing the young woman scrambling away from him. He could smell her fear as if it was a sweet perfumed scent.
'Don't you feel him Steve?'
He turned to her; eyes as red as blood and smiled, "I do."
Her young face smiled back, 'What does he desire Steve?'
He turned to that fading image of the young woman escaping and sniffed the air gently as if he was an animal on the prowl for food, "Flesh."
Alicia gilded through him as if she was a warm breeze hitting him in a rush of heat. Hot and somewhat unpleasant, but also wanted, 'I suggest you go and feed him Steve,' she glanced at the girl now seeming so faraway from their reach, 'before she escapes…'
Claire was scrambling up the vent as fast as humanly possible, she was scared, but not of Alicia or any kind of monster, but of Steve. Her wonderful, kind Steve. But glancing for mere seconds back, she could see that Steve was fading away from the shell that looked so much like him. All that came to her mind was him turning into that beast and leaving her forever. Selfish that is was, but she couldn't cope with life without him. But as she contemplated her situation, it was her who was about to get killed and fade, Steve was dangling by a thread…
Steve began to move, but slowly, as if he was beginning to stalk his prey. Play with her a little before sinking his teeth into that pale warm flesh of hers. It didn't matter if she was too far away or not even there, her scent coated the entire vent, the air was her. He wouldn't lose her, not until he killed her.
Alicia's ghostly image disappeared, only her sweet voice held him close, kept him knowing that she was there and would never leave. He knew deep down that this was a bad thing, but somehow he didn't care. He just wanted to be fed, to feed that monster that was so close to clawing out of his skin.
As if it was another body inside of him!
'Why do you resist so?'
Steve stopped, "Because I'm not like you," he tried to believe his words but that foul beast lurking so close under his skin made him think otherwise. He clenched his hand clawing his nails into the silver metal. He quickly looked down at his hands seeing his human nails form into long black ones. He slowly lifted up his hand to his face and sat there in the extreme heat.
'I told you Steve, he's coming'
He let out a cold laugh, flooding that narrow vent with his sinister voice. He was truly amused, but at what he didn't know, maybe he was losing what sanity he had left. It had to be trapped within this hell and being tormented by an Ashford… yet again! He abruptly cut short the laugher and glared down at his nails, flexing his fingers in and out memorized by the look of them extending from his skin, they almost looked as if they weren't his. He placed one tip of his nail on the metal and pressed down dragging his hand back.
The echo of metal scratching erupted within the narrow vent cutting out that dead silence and replacing it with that awful sound. Claire stopped and glimpsed back shuddering as that sound touched her ears, sending chills down her spine. His laugh was still drumming within her head, why was he acting like this? What was he doing?!? She reached the end of the tunnel and through the thin lines of the grate…light; she quickly turned round as much as she could and kicked out the grate. It crashed to the floor and Claire jumped out stilling holding onto her stomach.
Steve quickly turned to the distant light in front of him, he was no longer caring or even interested with his claws but with the distant smell of blood. The copper smell was getting thicker and thicker as it came to him through that sticky hot air. He started forward forgetting who was driving the beast from inside him, forgetting why he was there or where he was heading to… Just the need for the flesh and blood was urging him to go and eat, to go and satisfy that longing, to go and kill!
He rushed forward charging, dragging his body through the narrowness to that bright light ahead. He wasn't going to let his prey go, he wasn't going to lose this kill.
He wouldn't! His beast demanded for it!
As Claire escaped from the vent she quickly began running away, as far as possible even though within her heart it was pleading with her to think it through, it was Steve after all and he wouldn't do anything to harm her. But some logic within her brain thought otherwise, yes Steve stopped himself from falling into darkness back in the Antarctic base, but what about now? She dashed that thought away and kept on running… for a few seconds the thought of Steve a danger escaped her mind as she wondered where the hell she was…
The long corridor that she entered was covered in smoke, no it was dust. She coughed slightly running past what seemed to rumble and into a clear patch where she finally saw the elevator with the broken door.
The one which would take her up towards the surface.
Claire quickly pressed the button, glaring behind her every second to see if Steve was rampaging down to her. It was taking forever just for the lift to come to her, she was on edge and didn't want to be standing in a end dead waiting like a weak animal to be slaughter by the man she loved. The lift finally came and she quickly moved in pressing the small button labelled 'GF' more then once, feeling almost naked without any covering or even a gun. She glared anxiously into the dust filled corridor ahead of her searching for any signs of movement within the whiteness.
The lift began moving, her heart seemed to deflate and her breathing came back long and slow. She leant against the lift feeling the coolness sink into her damp top, she sighed, hand still clasped round her stomach and closed her eyes.
Steve sniffed the white air as he passed the rumble silently stalking the corridor following the invisible trail straight to Claire. That small voice in his head was fading away with every step he took, and only the urge, the painful urges of his beast lingered behind. He moved closer claws digging into the whitewashed walls, trailing them behind leaving dim lines of red against the bright whiteness of the walls.
That ghostly girl that he kept on seeing within the air vents disappeared, but he could feel her coming closer and closer towards him. Her distant presence almost like a feel of heat raging from deep red flames. He moved to the elevator glaring in the shaft, he moved more closely stepping inside and looking up at the moving lift, he closed his eyes gently sniffing the air and grinned showing slight fangs on the tip of his bottom lip.
He knew exactly where she was.
Huddled in the corner panting just like a helpless creature after a chase, waiting for her predator to come and cut short her existence. He laughed quietly finding it all so amusing, finding the hunt quite entertaining. Images of blood dripping down her flesh as she struggled and screamed for help and yet none would ever come. He could taste her hot blood trickling down his throat as if it were syrup, sweet and yet pungent. He inadvertently licked his lips and jumped forward sinking those black claws of his into the shaft and started to climb up towards the lift.
Claire jerked forward breaking free of that peaceful thought as the sounds of banging came towards her. She stepped all the way back into the corner of the lift and listened. What could she do? Nothing, there was no way off this ride until it stopped, but it didn't seem as if it was close to the surface yet. Suddenly as if it never happened the banging stopped, she stepped forward hating the closed space, no place to hide, no where to move if something bad was about to go down. Claire stopped dead centre in the middle of the lift, quiet, desperately listening to any kind of sound, anything that would tell her something…
The lift shifted almost as if it was about to drop back down to the pits of hell, Claire fell back into the corner aching all over glaring at what seemed to be black spikes coming from the floor of the lift. She moved across the elevator, back against the wall and breathing as quietly as possible. The metal at where the spikes where creaked sending a painful sound out. She quickly covered her ears hunching down to her heels, "SHUT UP!!" she screamed.
Steve, underneath the lift only dangling but his claws, smirked. He pulled his right hand out releasing the claws from the metal and with a great force he swung his hand round and propelled it through and into the bottom of the lift.
Claire jumped back, "STOP IT!" she screamed at the hand, fear flooding into her system like a tidal wave.
Steve smiled, blood dripping down his arms where the metal cut deep into his flesh, "Ah come on Claire, it's me…" he laughed loudly for Claire to hear, "Now would I hurt you?"