"I can stick a needle in this horror, and cure your blindness."

Jax pulled his head up, the heavy weight of it as great as the arms weighted down in chains.

"I am a snake that can walk on water without legs."

A wilted rose, his human form staggered back into the makeshift wall of rock and earth. He tried to look up at the voice, but no light could fix his darkness.

"Now I'm a bee, the Queen Bee, and will destroy every flower." She continued, "and cover the Earth in honey and everyone will eat themselves."

Cast down from the shadows two dim glistening eyes lowered to his level. He could smell her perfume before he could feel her cold presence in the dark and damp.

"My eyes are mirrors." Cold delicate fingers raised his chin to keep his eyes on hers.

She recoiled as he spat in her face. A thick wad of insolence coated her right cheek. The cold of her breath as her maw widened and her tongue gathered the spit to swallow. Those delicate fingers pinched his chin and crawled up to his cheek bones to slowly crush them in.

"I'm not here for death." Her coated lips pressed against his forehead and spilled down the bridge of his nose. "Just to watch the suffering."

"Am I garbage or God?" Jax responded, his voice hoarse and took more strength than he'd thought would take to speak.

"Depends on the skin color of your victim, right American?" Nitara leaned into his ear, "looking at yours though, either way you're a waste of their time."

"That's fucked up!" He couldn't spit any more, couldn't breath any harder.

"It's no mystery, we live so far from the madding crowd." She continued, a tug on his right ear with her fang, "to them, we're just sick, fucked up and complicated."

"I'm a man! I'm decorated in the force!" He spat as best he could.

"A wolf decorated in sheep's clothing. They'll never accept you for who you are because of what you look like." She returned to his lips, "you belong here with me."

"I've got a wife, and a little girl." He pleaded as those fangs scraped his lower lip.

"I know." She bit down his chin and traced the lines of blood toward his neck. "Your skin tastes like cotton candy."

"That's fucked up." His hissed and pushed forward with all of his strength to bite back.

Nitara whined and pushed off. If he could see as well as her, she was knelt on her knees, adorned in fur linen and leather, a cloak draped over her blackened wings and diamond crusted comb to hold her hair in place like a black river down her neck.

Her lips scrunched in disapproval. She had been rejected, which only made his body fume with anger, fear, and entice her that much more.

"I don't want to know about your champaign problems." She pushed him against the wall, one hand strong enough to hold the muscular and metallic man in place. "You're not a hero, Jax, and you will be dead longer than you're alive."

"Then just do it. Kill me."

Her hand stretched across his chest to lines of blood that dripped along his collar bone to his neck. The prick of her nails caressed his tense flesh until they pinched at his ear and dragged his head to one side.

As Nitara's cold lips pressed and near entered the curves of his ear, her breath chilled his bones and her tongue wormed in to taste that fear.

"I can show you that hearts are the darkest when you see without the sun." She sucked on him and whispered with the taste of his own blood to drip down his ear canal. "I want you, your power and your loyalty. You are real, and you don't hide. I want you, but I don't need you."

His response was to bash his skull against hers and with great strength, if not his last, pulled himself up to his feet and kicked her back. It was like a wall had pushed back, like being between a rock and a hard place.

"When you conjure the devil, bitch, you better make sure you've got a bed for him to sleep in." He spat blood and spit in her face.

"Then get behind me, Satan." She mused.

Her eyes flickered, dim and faded as she moved back from him.

The warm, humid stench of the room filled his blood scented world as her presence dissipated from him. Limp and beaten, Jax fell back to his knees. What strength the metal and wires that controlled his arms could muster were dead weights without power. He would sink like a corpse into the Earth, blood, spit, and tears.

Am I superman or superstitious?