Disclaimer: No I don't own any of this, though Knives is a character
of my own design.
"Ah, so young and ...sweet," a light haired woman leaned forward to
touch Crow's hair, her hand was gone before she could.
"Such purity shall not be touched by one so foul," I had the longest
of my blades extended over my arm, ready for another attack. "Unless
you wish to die, do not try that again!"
"It seems out sister is overprotective of her meals," the circle
parted to reveil a slanky, bejeweled, woman. I instantly knew she was
their leader, Master, lifesource. She was old, far older than me, but
far too comforatable with her rank. If she were to be killed, they
all would die. None were stupid enough to kill themselves by killing
her. I felt myself smile at her. 'Too bad I am not of Her breed.'
"You must feel honored, I do not present myself to just anyone. I
could feel your power from within our nest," she came closer, enough
for me to have to step before I could strike. "I will honor you by
sharing your," she extended her arm to indicate Crow, "Pet."
An image flashed behind my eyes, of a blond haired young man, smiling
at me and holding out his hand to me. "Come Sister, let's not think
of such things," it was the moment after he had asked me to kill him.
My only true friend, family.
"I believe I shall like my newest pet," a voice boomed from nowhere.
"Nothing like a new dog to beat," the deep laughter faded as my vision
turned red, settling on the woman.
"HE IS NO ONES PET!" I buried my bladed arm into her chest, I missed
the heart and she flew back into her brood. 'This one won''t get to
die so easily, so quickly.
"Knives?" I heard the paniced plea and didn't turn to see his face.
"Close your eyes," I hissed through too large teeth. I could feel
that he wasn't looking at me, " You should never see such things,"
before I could strike the brood piled onto me, ripping and clawing at
me.
I felt them tearing at my left shoulder, trying to find blood that
wouldn't come. I felt another clawing at my bladed arm, trying to
remove the weapon. When there wasn't any flesh or muscle left on my
shoulder, I felt them trying to rip out the blades they had found
there. I let my eyes close as I felt another clawing at my chest,
after my heart. 'Maybe I would let this one keep the useless organ.' I
could hear my ribs cracking as she got closer.
"KNIVES!" the voice was cracked and paniced but it was Crow.
'He wasn't suppose to see!' I threw the ones clawing at my back off
me and caught the one clawing at my heart by the throat. I held their
leader, "You have caused me much damage," I forced my, all but,
skeletal left arm to move. "I'll take blood as payment," I buried my
fangs into her throat and forced her to keep her head back, as not to
try for mine. It always amazes me how something so cold and lifeless
can taste so warm. This one almost burned as it started through my
system, quickly healing the damage to my chest. I felt her relax
against me, a sense of hope hit me and I stopped drinking.
"No! What are you doing?" It came out as a breathless whisper.
"Letting them die with you," I saw a drop of blood trickle down her
neck as her eyes closed, she turned to dust in my arms. The circle
quickly dissintigrated, all but a young woman who had slumped to the
ground. Crow quickly rushed to me to wrap himself around my waist, I
set my skeletal arm across him, fearing I would hurt him with my
bladed one. "Come now," he looked up at me with tear streaked cheeks,
"Let's not think of such things." I led him to the young woman's side.
"Here," he shrugged out of my cloak and draped it across my left
shoulder, "You'll scare her."
I raise an eyebrow at him when he crouched down to check on her. 'My
bladed one wouldn't?' "What the hell is going on here?" I looked up to
see two women, the one that spoke had her hands raised as if desiding
to set them on her chest or hold them up to stop an attacker.
"Piper!" The other pointed to my bladed arm.
"No," I raised my arms to try to explain, my skeletal one made it worse.
"Oh," the dark haired one opened her hands, I felt my form explode
into dust particles. "Help me get Page."
"What about the boy?" A male voice.
"Take him to the manor," there was an odd hum/ring.
"Knives!" Then came the nothingness. 'Is this death? Is this what
they're all afraid of?'