Chapter 24: Maybe I Don't Kill You
Vaas runs his fingers through his hair, craving a cigarette, some rum, maybe a couple of lines of that Grade A hard candy. Anything to keep his nerves at bay and prevent him from snapping Dominique's neck in two.
It's been at least a week since that night; Dominique pretends it didn't happen but Vaas wants to talk about it, clear the air. He hates her American way of thinking; instead of handling their problems head on, they'd like to sweep things under the rug. This dishonesty makes him grind his teeth as he musters the strength to slash away at the foliage.
He kept thinking about that night and feels a small amount of shame and guilt. He never intended to say her name, it just slipped out at the worst time.
The wounds have been healing nicely, but slowly; he's going to need more restful nights and plenty of fluids to keep him going. Dominique is more than happy to play his nurse: getting him food, water, checking on his bandages and using scraps of her clothes to dress them. Her somewhat modest attire has diminished to a crop top and panties, heightening the sexual tension.
He knows he needs a good fuck to calm his nerves; he just wants Dominique to quit playing around and give them what they both want. There's so many pros to this; they unwind, orgasms do a body good, and hopefully she'll take that stick out of her ass and actually do what she's told. And most importantly, they won't be at each other's throats.
But no; Dominique wants to be coy, doesn't want to take what she wants, despite the huge amount of benefits. Vaas can't stand the coquettish; being upfront and aggressive is how you get the results you really want. He likes in charge women, women with power, women like…
He'd much rather not think about her.
He slashes through the foliage with more aggression. Dominique is fanning herself, muttering about air conditioners and mosquitoes. Her voice is slowly grating on his nerves; he liked her when she was moody and quiet.
"Shut the fuck up for a second." Vaas says over his shoulder. Dominique scoffs.
"Whatever. Asshole…" she mutters. She keeps quiet the rest of the way, trailing behind Vaas with a look that kills. Vaas doesn't care; he needs to snuff out that Colonial Fuck and his cohorts and do it fast. It's one thing to fuck with his island, it's another to try to kill a man when he's down. They were going to get an honorable death but not anymore. When Vaas gets a hold of them, they won't even get the decency to be sent back home in a body bag.
He'll send their dicks, mail it to the doorstep of their families. He'll kill them, send Dominique and her friends back to the shithole they call a country, and live the rest of his days on his island unbothered. He'll take his rightful place as king and reverse the damage Citra inflicted upon the island during her reign. He'll get clean, he'll ward off any more outsiders, he will go down in the history books as a man of royalty and strength. No more will he be remembered as a Rakyat warrior who lost his way and brought shame to his mother's name; he will rewrite history…
"Ouch!"
He looks. Dominique nurses her ankle, which is bleeding profusely. He assesses the damage and notices the environment and blanches. Her injury was from a toxic plant that, without getting the necessary antidote, is going to slowly kill her.
Leave it to her to be the damsel in distress that always needs saving.
"Vaas, put me down! Your injuries…your…inn…juries…" Dominique falls slack against him, drooling lazily on his shoulder.
The last remnants of Dr. Earnhardt's work are somewhere outside of his greenhouse; if he could just find some of those plants…
He remembered.
Dr. Earnhardt's lab and his home was destroyed weeks ago.
He'd kill Citra himself if she was still alive.
Dominique groans, her body temperature spiking; it's starting.
"You never cease to fucking amaze me," He slashes through foliage. Finding a safe place, he throws her to the ground, already setting up camp.
"You lie to me, you hide stuff from me, you save my ass when I didn't fucking ask for it. Now you've decided to be stupid and get pricked by one of the most toxic plants this island has to offer, the antidote nowhere in sight. Fuck me!" he throws her down on the grass. Her face shiny with sweat, her body soaked and her once well-kept mane tangled and clinging to her face in tightly coiled strands. The vulnerability makes it easier to kill her, to yank that thorn out of his side once and for all. It's super quick; all he has to do is wrap her fingers around her throat and squeeze…
His fingers cup around her neck, his thumbs grazing her trachea. He looks at her unassuming face and feels heat pool in his gut. Her lips, those soft, plump lips, parted and enticing, a soft moan escaping from them.
He swallows thickly.
Dominique, oblivious and sickly, tilts her head back limply, baring her neck for him to see. He remembers that night and drops her, hands leaving her like a bad burn.
Those thoughts…he shouldn't be having those thoughts when she's lying there, vulnerable and…
"Vaas…" she moans softly, laying on her side.
"Vaas…"
"Shut up…shut the fuck up…" he hisses. "You're going to die anyway…I don't even know why I'm even…"
He jolts when her hand touches him, stroking his calf and working its way up.
"Vaas," she whines, "Vaas…"
He grabs her hand and tosses it aside. He straddles him once more, his hips pinning hers and her hands pinned with one hand, his other on her mouth.
He should leave her, kill her, remove one of the many pains in his ass. He should…
His hand moves from her mouth to her neck, slowly down to the dip of her breasts…
"I kept thinking…about that night we kissed," he confesses. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you, how badly I just want to slam you against this tree and fuck you until you can't talk anymore."
"I also want to kill you. I want to kill you and stuff your body in my trunk for all the headaches you've caused me. I'm stuck here; I want to kill you and I want to fuck you at the same time. Isn't that fucking crazy?" he laughs.
His hand rises to cup her chin, fingers squishing into her cheeks.
"You're lucky I owe you. I'll save your ass this one last time. Alright?"
He jerks her head back and forth.
"Alright! Let's get to finding you that antidote" He starts the fire, inching her closer to him for warmth as he grills the meat he's found.
"In the meantime, I'm going to tell you a story."