Mesmerized

Fayt blinked, unsure what sort of reaction he was supposed to give to the woman. Was he supposed to be frightened? It just seemed a little weird to him that she's hanging upside down. He watched as she seemed to hover in midair, flipping right side up slowly before her feet were resting on the ground. Her arms crossed over his chest and she slid them down her body in a fashion that had Fayt's eyes following the movement.

"Oh aren't you two just lovely little things." Miriam gave the barest of smiles causing the points of her fangs to poke out from between her lips.

Fayt eyes traveled back up her form to meet her face before taking a few steps back so that he isn't standing right in front of her. "Who are you? What do you want?" Nel's voice came from behind him.

Miriam's smile didn't falter, nor did she answer the question. Fayt gaze lingered to her own, and her smile grew that instant. Blue met blue and in that moment nothing else seemed to matter to Fayt. Not where he was, not Nel, not Albel's whereabouts or the fact that they had just escaped a colony of spiders. All that matters is him and this woman.

She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on. Her blonde hair looked soft to touch, aching, begging him to reach out and run his hands through it. And her eyes, endless pools of beauty that he could stay lost in forever, he could stay locked in her gaze for everything, even while his hands could be busy gliding through the soft strands of her beautiful hair, or traveling along the curves of her body.

"Fayt!"

A cold chill ran across his body that had seemed on fire just seconds ago as Nel shook his shoulder roughly. For the moment, he felt confused, worn out, and exhausted; as if he had just woken from a dream and just sprung up on his feet, "What?" He replied back while grabbing his head.

"Aw, that's a shame you ruined it." Miriam's voice seemed to drip with glee, but her lips puckered out to give a false pout.

Nel looked from Fayt to the woman in front of them, "What did you do to him?" She demanded while keeping a hand sturdy on his shoulder just in case he started to fall.

Blonde brows rise as Miriam feigned innocence, "Why I have done nothing to him." She paused for the briefest of moments before adding, "As much as he may have liked me to have."

That sent another chill up Fayt's spine, his body trembled from it, and Nel could feel it under her hand. "Don't look into her eyes." He managed to mumble out from the haze still clouding his thoughts.

Nel noted the suggestion and filed it away before removing her hand and withdrawing her daggers. Nel is usually the type to try interrogation tactics first; odds are, you aren't going to get any information out of someone if you knock them unconscious or kill them for that matter.

"My, Thronnes was right, you are a handful. So quick to temper, why ever does he show interest in you?" Her question puzzled Nel, and she just turned her gaze towards Fayt, as if wondering if she was referring to him.

"Oh…" Miriam seemed to consider something in that moment, "Well that just won't do, now will it?"

Nel's brows furrowed in frustration, not understanding anything that this woman, no… thing is suggesting. She dashed forward quickly; swiping her daggers at the woman's pretty little face. Nel hadn't expected the woman to sprout wings and float up out of her range though. She glanced up from her spot on the ground and at the woman, her eyes blinking in confusion.

Miriam laughed from her spot in the air; her voice sultry and rich all at once as it bounced off the walls and echoed within. "My, oh my, are all mortals so feisty? These past few months have presented us with so many after so long. I can't recall the way your kind was before hand." She glanced down at Nel, ready to send another jibe towards her; however, she hadn't had the chance. Ice daggers flew up from the ground, and out of instinct she wrapped her wings around her for protection.

Her shriek vibrated off the walls so loudly that Nel could feel it rumble on her body moments before the woman hits the floor, ice daggers wedged into her front and sides. The wings hadn't stopped the sharpened blades fused with the power of her runology.

Nel kept her gaze on the woman for a few moments longer, and when she saw no rise of the chest to signify that the woman wasn't breathing, she went back to Fayt. "Are you alright?" She didn't help him in any way. She gave no sympathy, no caring tone, it was just a question that needed to be asked.

He gave a nod of his head after a few moments, "Sorry I didn't help."

"It's wasn't much trouble."

He flashed her one of his smiles and she glanced to the floor, her head lowering ever so slightly further into her scarf. "Where did she go?"

The question came as a surprise, Nel turned towards the spot she had left her laying on the ground and found that the woman had indeed disappeared; something that's exceedingly difficult for someone who should be dead. Silently to herself, she cursed her arrogance, she should have made sure more observantly. "We should move on." She sheathed her daggers as she spoke.

Fayt seemed more composed now that the woman was gone; the strange spell she had casted on him without either of them noticing finally worn off. He lifted his hand and pointed to the only accessible route to take from their current positions; unless of course, they wished to go back towards the spider nest. "Looks like we're going that way."

She reframed from rolling her eyes and allowed Fayt to take point. He became accustomed to leading the pack in their travels into the face of danger, a habit that has yet to be forgotten by him it would seem.

"Oh my. Back so soon are we?" His grace flowed even with his perfection of speech; carrying every syllable with richness and smoothness that is a form of art all in its own. He stood propped up against the wall in all his beauty that came with being part of their race. His perfectly groomed golden hair, and clearest of blue eyes; except his remained empty and hollow, allowing nothing that could be falsely thought of as emotion to seep into them like Miriam often did when playing with their toys.

"Thronnes!" Miriam hissed as she collapsed on her rear in the room, clutching her side. She practically growled as she landed, "That little nymph! That actually hurt." Even as she remained bleeding out the wound was slowly patching back together again.

"Strange how beings such as ourselves, who have no experienced such things for many years, can easily fall by the slightest of injuries. It's a strange sensation. Pain. We don't experience it often. "

"Romero should have warned us of their trickery!" She all but pouted in her spot on the floor before blowing a stray blonde strand out from her eyes.

"Why don't you suggest that to him? Perhaps he will deem it necessary this time."

Miriam simply glared before sticking her tongue out at the man. She stood up, her pain gone and forgotten already. "I wonder how Succubus is doing with her playmate." She seemed to gain a certain excitement that glowed into her eyes, "Perhaps I will go join her now." She didn't seem to notice Thronnes anymore, too enthralled with the idea of playing. She skipped out of the red linen room, her feet not leaving a trace of a sound on the polished marbled floor as she left the room.

It left Thronnes alone in the empty room, which is what he prefers these days. The walls were red, covered by red linen, and the entire floor held no furniture. It's big enough to be a master bedroom, yet it holds no furniture, which is why Miriam had used the floor as a sitting area.

He closed his eyes once he was alone in the room again, allowing the rarest of smiles slip across his features. Although it wasn't one of happiness, or one of amusement; it held some mirth but it was mainly malicious as much as his very thoughts consisting of everyone within the domain.

What's this!? After three years of Hiatus I've come back from the dead and updated this fic? Yeppers! Sorry it's short but I needed to wipe the board clean of whatever cliffy I had in the last chapter so I could kind of start with fresh ones. Although I don't think my old readers are still sitting around waiting for this to be updated, but either way! Howdy to those who are reading currently!