A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone but I wanted it to be perfection! Anyways, this chapter is a thing, very much a thing and I don't know if I should put a disclaimer or not but I am going to, even if it doesn't warrant it.
So, as a warning this chapter does contain themes of sexual assault or attempted at least in Moonfall's section of the chappy, so if you are uncomfortable you can just gloss over that part. The last thing I want to do is to offend or bring up stuff they'd rather not wanna bring up, I'm very much a caring and gentle soul about this stuff so even if its not mature in that way I still wanna be on the safe side cuz I care 'bout humans feelings and stuff.
ANYWAYS, I do hope you enjoy the chapter and I do have one question that I'd like answered in the review section, do you think I should put both BOTBF and OSAM in the mature section or leave as is, cuz I do have some crazy mature stuff I wanna do and I don't want to ruffle the wrong feathers by mislabeling my stories, so give me your opinion in the review section if a like and I do hope you have wonderful day!
Now, on with the show...
Chapter 17-Dream Team, Part 3
Grand Staircase…
No One's POV
As soon as Nerium sensed the danger, it was too late. The light consumed her, along with anyone else in that staircase. It left her slightly woozy as she was forcefully moved to a new location. When the light dimmed and left, Nerium and Windigo found themselves in a new place.
She stood in a dead garden, castle walls towering over her and her bird. The sky was a deep purple, and the masonry around her was destroyed or in ruin. There were statues scattered everywhere. At the center was a statue, strangely made of metal, stone and crystals.
The figure stood tall and proud, a female goliath that held a halo of metal and gems that floated around her head. Her tattoos that crossed her face and body were also gem-embed. The skin is made of white stone and her clothing, a dress, a corset and a cloak, made of metal. Her dreaded hair is a mixture of all material.
She held a staff with a triple moon made of all the materials. Her eyes though were black voids. Her face was carved in a serene expression, almost benevolent expression. On the dais that she stood on had a black sheet of metal on it with words on it, but she was too far to see the words clearly.
'Momma, there's another statue behind you.' Windigo said to her.
Nerium turned around and as said, another statue lay directly ahead of the female statue. Standing at a slightly lower height, and made of metal and one type of gemstone, from what she could tell it was Cat's Eye colored blue.
He was clearly a Cybertronian, he was a strongly built mech with square shoulders, face and general body shape. He had medium to edging closer to heavy armor, he had almost looking like a helmet and square eyebrows. Little antennas on the side of his seemed to be his audio receptors. His hand was raised up almost beckoning the female to him. In his other was a ball of pure blue Cat's Eye. His optics and his biolights were also the same gem.
Around his helm was also a halo of sorts but it only went around the back of his head and was made of the same gem and metal. The metal itself was colored black, rusty-orange and grey. His expression was also a benevolent expression and on his dais was also a metal sheet with words on it.
"How did we get here?" She asked out loud.
'I don't know Momma, but look at the other statues, something is wrong with them.' Windigo said, pointing her wing towards a cluster near them.
Slowly she walked up to the other statues, and when she came closer she knew what Windigo meant. These weren't just statues of random people, or Cybertronians, they were undead. Both species were represented here, both undead in their nature. They were decayed, and hunched over as if waiting to receive orders from either statue.
She looked across the entire garden, and there had to be hundreds of these undead statues.
"So, that femme is clearly Cenotaph. And the mech, I must assume is the Autobot medic that first found the femme, Ratchet." She said with reason, "Lets see what those plates say, hm?"
Nerium approached Cenotaph's statue first. The plate was written in Common, and read as such; Cenotaph, the Unholy Mistress and Champion of Quintus, Queen of the Great Horde-Born on the snowy mountains, in betrayal and blood, tortured by those meant to protect and given power by an Outsider, the Great Queen will rise to crush thy enemies and give power to those only deserving of such greatness.
"Hm, egotistical much?" She said standing back from the statue and staring up.
Nerium turned to the statue of Ratchet and approached to read the plate; Ratchet, Personal Medic to Team Prime, Right-Hand of Optimus Prime and Chosen of the Cabal of the Falling Stars-Origins unknown to the Great Queen, he is the One with who she chooses to share her greatest secrets, honored by his devotion and forever charmed by his Spark, he has won the good graces of the Horde Queen and will become her spear, Her General, to which she strikes all her enemies down.
"So, that vision wasn't lying when it said there was something between those two? Interesting, but why display it here, in a closed off place?" She mused again, looking around at the sad state of the garden.
It was a strange thing, to look at the subtle hints of Cenotaph's psyche popping through her dreamworld. She held herself in such high esteem, yet there was a deceptiveness to it. Her plate on her statue, while some sounded true and genuine, other's felt...forced and almost fake. She didn't know how she could tell she just could.
"She is one strange person, I wonder what events formed this kind of….personality?" She was guessing, it was the first time in a long time she'd met anyone as deep and complex in personality-wise like herself.
Suddenly, a prickly sensation ran down her spine, Wendigo squawked a warning which was enough for her small gnomish form to roll out of the way as a large hammer slammed onto the ground, smashing the already ruined stone beneath her. She looked up towards her assailant and stopped dead in her tracks.
There, standing tall and slightly slouched over, was the decayed and undead form of...Breakdown.
His optics were black with purple flames shooting from them, his body seemed like it was torn apart and then put back together again. His plating was dull and rusted, wires and odd parts stuck out of his body and his limbs were limp and his peds sagging. A nasty, terrifying smile was upon his face and through his spark chamber was a large purple crystal.
He laughed amusedly, "Faster and more observant than first thought, good, you'll make a good servant of MINE!"
Undead Breakdown launched himself again, trying to smash her with his twin hammers. She was a small target but she was fast and that made her hard to hit. She bounded back and away from the monstrosity. And as she did, she felt that something was off with it, almost like it wasn't meant to belong here, in Cenotaph's mind.
"I am no servant of yours, just who are you and what do you want?!" She hissed back, her golden eyes flashing dangerously.
"Ah, that great resolve I've seen from afar is nothing compared to watching it up close. As for who I am, that is none of your concern, yet." He said, moving unnaturally around them. "But I must ask as I am quite curious, are you prepared for the inevitable?"
That made her narrow her eyes at him, "There's a lot of inevitable's in the world, be more specific mesh-walker."
He ignored the nickname in favor of answering her, "The obvious one, the one in which you die by Megatron's servo."
She stared shocked at him, "What?" She asked numbly.
"When he finds out that you betrayed him and that your friends stopped him from gaining power beyond belief, he will kill you. That power, a gift from my very being, that could've been his if not for that damned femme. And of course, when his...object of affection is found out to be a traitor, oh that will be a bloody day!" He laughed insanely.
Her body eased from tension and she rolled her eyes, her bird mimicking her.
"Traitor, hm? Don't make me laugh, you fool. I am no traitor to him or to anyone. The reason I came here was to free him and the others from their foolish war. I have not betrayed him or anyone, and to me it seems you are merely trying and failing to get under my skin. So please, when trying such tactics I suggest you not try them on me, as you will only find a cold mountain of stone that is tougher than it first seems." She snarled at him with a smug expression.
He hissed, "So, you are not so easily manipulated hm? You are smarter than you look."
She huffed, "I know people like you, and as such I don't let their words snake their way under my skin. You are nothing more than illusion and you don't belong here, begone."
But he didn't heed her words and merely smiled, "And neither do you, isn't that right?"
Nerium froze, staring at the undead corpse of Breakdown with caution and mistrust.
'Momma, I don't like this….' Wendigo whispered to her protector.
"Me neither…" She whispered back with a hardened grimace.
"Come now, we both know you didn't want to come back to life. You wanted to stay dead." Her entire body stiffened as he went on smugly, "You chose death, you chose the easy way out because that's what you are, someone who looks for the fast way out, the most destructive way isn't it? I mean, come on, how more big and hard is it to kill yourself in front of the one who hurt you the most, HA!'
He broke into laughter again, before beginning to stalk around her, her eyes lowered.
'Let's face reality, Deathless Thorn, you hate being alive. It's why you hide away your emotions, they make you weak. And when you are thrown off balance by them, you are really thrown for a loop. You simply can't understand it all, the differing emotions, reasoning behind people's actions and when you hold something dear you hold on tighter than you know why in the first place.'
He leaned down and sneered into her face, 'Not only that, but then there's that monster of yours. That part of you that loves feeling blood underneath your fingertips and in your teeth. You love tearing people limb from limb, subjecting them to your justice and your trials. You say you can't control it, but you can, you're just afraid too, aren't you? So tell me, Deathless Thorn, am I getting under your skin yet? Are my tactics up to par for your pathetic mortal standards?"
She stood there silently, staring hard at the ground, her hands clenched with blood coming from them as she pierced her own skin.
"You...know...nothing…" She seethed, her entire body shaking.
He laughed, "I know everything upon my world and in my dreamworld. I am all-knowing, and I know you. So please, do stay still while I give you what you truly want...death."
He raised his hammer over the small gnome and golden eagle, the eagle looked to her Mother before she knew what to do. In her Mother's eyes she saw only rage and she knew to get away for her to do her work. The bird flew off and sat on Cenotaph's statue's staff.
"Wise bird…" The undead mech said in a huff.
Nerium smiled darkly as she looked up, her eyes dead yet full of renewed rage and strength.
"No, foolish mech…" She said before raising her hands suddenly and her onyx stones on her palms screaming a red magic that was horrible and hot.
A burst of fire spouted from the ground and roared around him, trapping him in a ring of fire. The Firewall spell was so high he couldn't see her, but she made it to see him. The heat of the wall was on his side and he could feel his avatar becoming worriedly hot from the flames.
She smiled as he became more enraged, and he roared, "I WILL NOT BE STOPPED."
"Yes you will, Brother…" A booming and calming voice boomed over the flames and the undead mech's screams.
All three of them looked up to see floating in the air a figure clad in a blue robe, with a clasp made of silver and seemingly a silhouette of a round bumpy object. Blue chains came from underneath it's cloak and swirled around him.
The undead mech screamed again, "YOU!? HOW MANY TIMES MUST YOU INTERFERE!?"
"As much as I need too until you are driven from her mind and theirs as well, now begone!" He shouted and the blue chains shot down towards him consuming the undead Breakdown in their grasp before crushing the body until nothing remained.
Nerium eyed the figure carefully as he floated down next to her, slowly she allowed the Firewall to fizzle out and her 'true self' took back control and color returned to her golden eyes. Windigo landed on her shoulder once again, silently thanking her for protecting her.
But Nerium's focus was on the figure who just saved her.
"Who-" She began to ask but he stopped her.
"All will be answered soon enough, come, let us finish this nightmare shall we?" He put out a pure blue hand towards her.
She was hesitant, new people with great power were something to be wary of, but this was a dream so she just shrugged and took the risk, taking his hand and then, the world faded into pure serene blue.
Bottom of the Tower Staircase, Main Floor…
As soon as those words of warning left Moonfall's mouth both of them were pushed off their respected feet. Starscream, completely caught by surprise was tossed away from Moonfall, falling hard with a crack and rolling a little before stopping. He groaned in pain, slowly opening his eyes that flashed with lights before slowly coming back into focus.
He wasn't where he just was anymore.
In this new place he didn't see Moonfall anywhere, but what he did see was that he had landed in a bedroom. It was lavish to say the least, with a canopy bed on one wall, no doors anywhere. The room made of the same stone as the castle, tapestries lay everywhere and a fireplace in another wall. Closets and dresser on another wall and a large mirror opposite the bed.
"Urgh, no…" He groaned as he stood, moving his silver-white hair out of his face, which was new to him, and annoying.
Starscream sighed as he realized there was no escape and silently he cursed Cenotaph.
It seemed the universe wished to keep the two of them apart and he honestly wanted to ring the bell of Cenotaph for taking part in such things. But now that he had a moment to himself, he could think, really think without the distraction of Moonfall. He huffed, realizing that Moonfall was a distraction. It wasn't bad, but for now he needed some time.
Everything that had ever happened happened for a purpose. That is what he saw when reliving the past events with the new information. Moonfall was put on his path, that was clear. But what he couldn't wrap his head around was Moonfall herself. She was so...broken, if that was the correct term.
And he was too, in a way.
It stung to admit it to himself, that he, like her, was broken too. But facts were facts, and the fact was that when he was with her, he didn't feel broken. That's why he needed to be there, to listen to every word she says and to hold her. Because without her, he was nothing but a broken and ruined mech. This war had taken everything from him, and she was now giving it all back to him.
Moonfall gave him the chance to become better than what he was and is, and he wasn't throwing that away for even the smidge of power he once craved….why did he crave power? That question bounced now in his mind, why? Why did he do the things he did? What was the purpose of pushing his brothers away, disowning his friends and family?
Was all for his blind ambition for power? Or were they holding him back?
If they were here now, would they still burden him like he thought they did oh so long ago? His brothers….no, they weren't burdens, he was wrong on that one. But...what about his creators? What about his academy friends or noble friends? He was afraid of the answer and decided to think about other things.
Of course, again they fell on Moonfall.
He wondered why she tried to push him away. It seemed, to him, that she was afraid of what was growing between them and that she was seeing it in the wrong light. She told him herself, she was afraid she would be thought of as a goddess and thus followed and worshiped blindly.
She was afraid of what kind of power came with that, rightfully so with her past. But he didn't see her as a goddess, but as a force of light in the dark. She wasn't perfect, that much clear in her past, and that was what he liked the most. It's what he fell in love with.
Love….a strong word to use, he thought to himself as he went to the fireplace and stared at the flame.
He had fallen hard and fast, it happened so quickly and he realized over time that he was coming to fear if she felt the same deep seated love as he did. He was confident beforehand, but as time went on this nervousness now was seeping in. But, he respected her enough to give her time, space if needed to figure things out.
But he was sure that she loved him as well, because of that kiss.
She was hesitating, because of her fear, and he supposed that maybe he'd been rushing things. If she needed space, he would try to give to her, even though he wanted to keep her close, because he felt as soon as he would let go, she would be gone, this time permanently.
"So much fear, so much anxiety, no wonder why she hesitates." A dark and familiar voice called out from behind him.
Spinning on his heel Starscream came face to face with another being within the room. His eyes widened as standing next to the bed was Megatron, but he was changed. His optics blazed purple and he was larger, with brown spikes forming off of his body and the Decepticon symbol replaced with a purple star.
"L-Lord Megatron…?" Starscream cautiously asked.
Megatron chuckled darkly, "I'm afraid he's not here, but, he should be."
The false Lord slowly started walking around Starscream, who felt weak and small in his organic form. He grasps the hilt of one of his daggers, but still feels like nothing could stop the false Lord from simply skewering him with his long and large claws.
"What do you-" Starscream was cut off.
"Oh I don't need to hear you're rabble little Seeker." The false Lord sneered, "You are nothing compared to me, but, I can give you what you desire the most. Power and the hand of the one you love." He said, stopping and standing over Starscream.
His face contorted in confusion, "And how do you propose you do that?!"
"By bowing to my power, I shall give you my blood and thus you will become my champion. You will then destroy the Primes and their champions and in return, you shall be given Moonfall as your bride and all of Cybertron shall be yours." He said, his eyes glowing brighter with a devious smirk.
Starscream frowned, "You're blood? How is your blood any more powerful than Energon?"
"Tsh, you do not know who you are dealing with, seeker. Simply accept my power and bask in the glory of victory." He snarled once again. "Do not question my authority, it's simply your place to accept my offer, no other option remains!"
Starscream stared in silent shock at the fake Lord before him. This thing wanted him to simply accept his deal, no questions asked, no opinions made. He wanted him to be compliant, and simply do as he was told.
The seeker snarled back at the fake Lord, "You dare tell me to do as you wish!? I don't serve you, I don't need you or your gifts and you will never touch Moonfall. I will not force her into loving me, she will do that in her own time, if and only if she wishes!"
His purple optics narrowed and his large claw snapped forward grabbing Starscream by the neck. Starscream choked as he was lifted to eye level with the fake Lord, wheezing and scrambling for purchase to ease the pressure on his neck.
"So, you deny my offer?" He asked slowly and snarled, "Alright then, little seeker, I do not need you then. I shall simply take what is mine, and I will destroy everything those damned Primes love and care for and then, when the whole of the universe is reveling in chaos, that is when I shall take my brother's life from him and then….there will only be me, the true ruler of this universe!"
Choking and sputtering, Starscream asked, "Who-urgh, are...you!?"
The fake Megatron smiled insanity, "I'm your worst nightmare…."
"And all nightmares come to an end." Another voice called out in the room, turning towards the source was a figure clad in blue robes and silver pendant that looked strangely like a silhouette of Cybertron and blue chains surrounding it.
"You need to stay out of my affairs, brother!" The false Lord bellowed at the figure, he dropped Starscream, facing the figure.
"I will always be here to stop you, never shall I falter." The figure said, raising his chains in the air threateningly.
The false Lord bellowed in anger, putting out his servo purple flames spouted from his body and it formed into a large dark purple scythe. He launched at the figure, ready to cut him down when the figure shifted back and pushed his blue floating chains at him. They wrapped around him, trapping him and his weapon together. Then he threw the false Lord behind him and into the fireplace, where he screamed in pain and became no more.
Starscream, watching this from the ground, stared in awe as the chains slithered back up into the cloak. The figure remained silent as Starscream rose to his feet. So many questions were running through his head at the moment, but one seemed more paramount than others.
"What just happened?" He asked meekly.
The figure's hood turned slightly, looking at him, "All will be explained, Moon's Blade, but for now, rest."
He raised his blue hand and suddenly a blue light consumed his vision.
With Moonfall…
When she was thrown off her feet, she simply let it happen, knowing that there was no way to stop it. That sense of dread and danger though never left as she caught herself landing in a three-point landing on the ground. When she looked up at her surroundings everything had changed, and Starscream was nowhere to be seen.
It seemed she landed back at where she began with Starscream, in the top of the tallest tower. The bed and shackles remained the same, but the ways out of the room were missing. She was completely closed off in this tower, with the only light being the torch lights hanging off the wall. A cold chill was in the air, and her breath visible.
She stood from her landing, her hands tightened into balls.
Moonfall sighed, her breath fading in the still air. She wondered if this was all on purpose, was Cenotaph testing her? She was so curious about her ghostly form that it sent shivers down her spine now. Before she was unbothered by the femme's demeanor, but that was when she was merely a shadow of her former self.
And then, there was Strahd's voice, how did she plant that into her head? And how did she know she had ties to this place? It seemed that things were not as they appeared. Even more so in Starscream these days as well. He had surprised her at every turn, never backing down but also giving her time and space. Her heart warmed at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he did love her.
Though love was still a strong word to her.
But, she was still afraid. It was new to her, these feelings, and that of receiving such attention and praise. She feared he'd see her as a goddess because then she would become what she hated the most in this world. She wasn't above anyone, as they say, she was as human as they come.
In the end, she was afraid, and she hated that.
Moonfall sighed again, sitting on the ground as a wave of weariness hit her. Strange to feel tired in a dream she shook it off. Her thoughts drifted back to before, when she talked to Solus Prime and Starscream. She pondered all their words for comfort and affirmation.
Then, she was brought back to that kiss.
It really felt like a dream back then, ironic as it was she still found herself looking at with a giddy energy to it. She felt so safe like that, pressed into him and warm as his lips touched hers. She caught herself though, she was getting to daydream-y for a place of danger after all.
"Come on, Moon, get it together." She whispered to herself, trying to calm her raging heart and nerves.
Then, an idea popped into her head.
Was she or he or they moving a little fast? It seemed so to her, one moment she met him and the next she's kissing him, in a dream, but the point still stands. It made her feel uneasy and maybe that was the problem, but that was something to be discussed with him.
"And yet you still hold onto hope, such a pity when you try to reason with yourself, my dear bloody moon…." A dark and knowing voice called out, her head snapped up and they landed on the figure on the other side of the room.
The pale skin and black hair were unmistakable, along with the red armor and cloak hanging from his shoulders. His red eyes gleamed in the darkness and his fangs shone brightly in a twisted smile.
Strahd, the vampire, sighed. "Here I was, waiting for your realization, and yet you have not drawn to the conclusion that lies right in front of you. Honestly, it's pathetic."
Her breathing quickened as she pressed herself against the wall, panic and fear set into her bones as she faced the devil once more again. Memories of her battle here in the castle played in her mind, his taunts, his smile, and the pain he inflicted on her and her party. Then, all the times he taunted them on the road to Castle Ravenloft and his words, his horrid words that made her see the darkness reflected at her as it was in his.
"N-No….y-you are not REAL!" She shouted, her throat catching as it suddenly became dried.
He laughed, slowly walking towards her. He stood over her and bent down to a knee, his armored clawed hand reached out and grabbed her by the chin. He leaned in so close that their noses almost touched and he spoke, his breath not warm but cold and reeking of blood.
"I am very much real, my bloody moon, and you will come to know that in more ways than one." He breathed deeply, taking in her scent, "Ah, I can still smell it, even in this new form there is no hiding it, that of which is mine at the center of your very being."
She gasped, trying to control herself as she shivered at his touch, "W-What…?"
"Dark Energon, I can smell it coming off of you, which makes you MINE!" Hissing into her ear.
"D-Dark….wait….no, no, NO...it can't-" He cut her off by thrusting her head back into the stone causing her to scream out.
"Yes, yes, yes, my bloody moon, you belong to me, Unicron!" He said, grabbing her throat and squeezing he went on, "And as such you are going to give into me, and become my champion. That is the only path for you, the only path for someone as tainted as you. You may think you had won when you took Megatron from me, but no, I just will have to take what I can get and that's you."
She coughed and sputtered, trying to breath again but failing. Her fear was overwhelming, she never thought any of this was possible, but it still left a thought lingering in the back of her head.
"Y-Y-You said...that she...put you...IN MY HEAD!?" She sputtered out, his hand still firmly on her throat.
He smiled wickedly again, "Ah yes, you believe it is the Raven Queen? Well let me put this to rest, it wasn't the Raven Queen who put me in your head and everyone else's, it wasn't anyone actually. I lied to you, and it seemed to have work wonders, planting that seed of fear for me to feast on, ah, simply delightful."
"B-But...why?!" She trembled, trying to pull free from his grasp.
He sighed, tossing her towards the bed, she cracked her back into the side, screaming bloody murder as she crumpled onto the ground in pain. She panted, trying to regain her breath before his hand came for her throat again, lifting her up and throwing her on top of the bed.
Moonfall landed again, the wind knocked out of her before two hands held down her arms and Strahd's-or rather, Unicron's face filled her entire vision above her.
"Why you ask, well it's quite simple, to prove a point." He said with a smirk, he leaned down closer to her face again, "People lie, you know this better than anyone, and something about Starscream's advances has you worried, you think it may be because of your past or that you are moving to fast but lets face it….in the end you don't want to be lied too, isn't it?'
She tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but he took both arms in one hand and used the other to grab her hip and hold her down with unnatural strength.
He went on, purring into her ear, 'Let's be honest, you've been lied to your entire life. Whether be from those days serving Bane and that cult, or when under the service of the Raven Queen, it's always been lies. Whether you lied to yourself or others it's all the same and you want it to stop, don't you?'
Unicron shifted above her, now with him between her legs he leaned even closer.
'Starscream was a born liar, he is a schemer and wanted nothing more than to take the Decepticon throne from Megatron. What makes you think he isn't using you? I mean, it's in his nature to manipulate others around him, what makes you so different. Maybe he's playing the long game, getting you to trust him so that he can use you."
She shifted uncomfortably under him, shuttering out, "N-No, he would never-"
He cut her off again, "Hah! So he really does have you under his thumb! He is such a Decepticon, I mean, it's in the name after all." He sighed and locked his eyes with hers, "Tell me, my bloody moon, that you don't question it even a little, tell me with a straight face that you don't have concern over it!"
She faltered, and her mind was sent reeling….was he right, was she afraid Starscream was lying to her? It was always a possibility, and she had opened up so readily to him as well. Why? Was he that good? Lying to her...it made sense but then what about the other things, the passion, the devotion...that kiss...why? Was he really playing the long game?
Did he...was he...using her?
She didn't want to believe him, but that seed of doubt was planted and there was no way to uproot it.
As he saw her inner turmoil roiling and boil over he smiled with a greed smile.
In a soft yet husky voice he said, "I would never lie to you…"
The pressure on her hands and hip eased slightly, but not to the point where she was free. It was like his entire attitude and demeanor changed on a dime, now he was more loose, less rigid and in power of himself, and that scared her even more.
Slowly he pressed himself into her, crushing her under him but not the point of pain.
His cold breath on her neck and she felt his lips ghosting over her skin as he said.
"Give in, my bloody moon, and become mine. With me, you'll never feel pain again and you'll never be lied to ever again. The world will be yours to shape, however you please and you can make your enemies bow to you, I am granted you what you always wanted...and if you join me, I shall grant you eternal life and never again shall death snatch you away so coldly as it did before…"
She shuddered as his lips kissed her neck, but she didn't know what to do anymore. She was lost and confused more so than ever. Why was she doing any of this to begin with? Why did she betray the Raven Queen? Why did she have these conflicting feelings about Starscream. Nothing made sense anymore, and she just wanted it to end, to feel nothing and to know only peace away from the confusion of her humanity.
"...If I join you...w-what will happen to me?" She asked, her voice still quivering in fear.
He chuckled, and pressed lazy kisses into her neck and jaw line as he said, "You will become my champion, and never again shall you die or know suffering, it's as simple as that….now, give into me, we both know you so desperately want too…"
She moved her head away from him, unintentionally letting him have more access to her neck as he now moved up and down with his cold tongue. She shuddered in disgust and she struggled a little to get away from it and him.
Then, something crossed her mind.
She was still struggling.
She wasn't given in so easily.
She….she didn't want this...ANY of this! She hated it, she loathed it and she felt sick about it. Moonfall didn't want him to touch her, didn't want him over her and pressed against her. And more importantly, she didn't want to give into HIM! It was like giving into the Raven Queen all over again and her body suddenly alighted with a new found rage.
Her eyes snapped to his head, still buried in her neck and with a growl she bit down on his ear. He screamed, moving away and with it, tearing a piece off of it. Purple blood splattered against her as she spit out the piece of flesh and yelled.
"NO, NEVER, NOT AGAIN! I WILL NOT BOW TO YOU, I SHALL NEVER EVER KNEEL TO A GOD OR GODDESS EVER AGAIN! NOW, GET OFF OF ME YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING CREEP!" She bellowed, and struggled hard to get him off.
He roared in rage and went to grab her throat again only to be stopped before reaching her as blue chains suddenly out of nowhere wrapped around his arms, neck and torso, then pulling him off of her and the bed and slamming him into a wall. The wall itself buckled and opened up, and Unicron fell through, disappearing outside and leaving the room completely silent.
Moonfall was left staring at the hole with ragged breath, slowly with tears in her eyes, she looked to her left to see a figure in a blue cloak holding a blue hand towards her.
"Come," He simply said with a calming voice, "I think you shouldn't be alone right now."
She looked at the hand before looking up at the hooded figure before jumping into his arms. Shaking and crying, he petted her head in a soothing manner. The room slowly melted away before everything was consumed in a bright and welcoming shade of blue.
