Ch. 5- Weak and Wanting

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Ashley hadn't come back.

With that thought in mind, it seemed as if maybe the blond haired girl had gotten herself captured yet again which wouldn't come much as a surprise. No offense to Ashley of course, it was easy to get carried away in the large castle with all the monks as well as a little Castellan running about. Though one of those merchants would be nice to see, a few upgrades would help and even a new gun or two. Yet remaining stuck on a platform, waiting for Ashley to make her way through back to the American agent, wasn't exactly comforting to do. The dead silence brought an edge upon Leon's shoulders, making sure his guard was completely up and on the look out for any crazed monks that were deafened by their chants or distracted in their staring off walk around the castle.

Running a hand through his hair, the blond agent let out a very much needed built up breath of a sigh. Hopefully the plagus infected monks were too droned out in their walks to pay attention to the scurrying figure that was the president's daughter. Thinking now, he should have thrown down a weapon for her to use but it seemed it would do more harm than good if she didn't even know how to use it. Which only gave the agent more worry for his objective of the mission, for if the president saw one scratch on his 'little girl' then it would be assumed that Leon was nothing but careless on his mission. Leon would love to sit down and talk over in detail of his mission to the president and then they could talk of how careless he really was.

Turning on his heels, the agent made his way up the set of stairs that lead to the overlooking floor, baring his sniper rifle close in arms. Trading the powerful weapon for his old trusty handgun, Leon set the rifle to his back, concentrating on snapping in a new clip for his weapon as he followed the floor in a clockwise circle to check any of the antic cabinets or to quickly switch to his knife to shatter the pottery vases that stood upon miniature pillars for the sight of any ammo that just so happen to be hidden or lying around. Collecting a few spinels, he pocketed the miniature pink jewels, hoping for it to have a hefty price for the man that cloaked himself in black.

It was surely quiet without Luis around.

After escaping death, Leon could understand why Luis would want to leave the very room or even the castle itself. Though with Saddler's little surprise visits and his little pet playing games with Ashley, it would have been a good idea to get the hell out of the castle in the first place but Leon supposed that Luis liked the thrill or held a plan of his own in this crazed messed up village. Either way, no harm was done as Luis seemed like a team player and ignoring his suspicions, Leon remained grateful. Sighing to his own thoughts, there was another thing that purged at his mind, picking painfully at his memory. His memory of that red dress. With a release of a withheld sigh, the blond shook the thoughts away.

There was already too much of his past to think of.

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It felt satisfying.

The warmth of the her lips to his and her scent, the bittersweet hint of flavors that made him hunger for her.

It was unknown whether these actions either stunned Ashley or scared her, honestly Salazar couldn't tell and care for that matter.

He raised one of his petite hands above her breasts, his fingers tensed at what he felt beneath the cotton clothing, hearing the hesitating breathing that Ashley gave through her nose. Heavily, quick thuds pressed to his weak fingertips and at that moment, the Castellan took pleasure of it. There was no wrong in that, after all, he was causing her this fear. Reaching low to push the orange sweater at Ashley's stomach up, The Castellan withdrew his kiss to see her expression, smirking as they were face to face, his golden eyes cocky as the hazel eyes returned a gaze of fear. Silence spoke for the both of them before a eruption of coughs came.

Salazar watched as the blonde shot a hand to her throat, her body jolting back as she hunched over, coughing hard and spilling blood from her lips to her open hand that was open before her. There really wasn't much time left, the man noted with a furrowed brow, his smirk falling to become much darker. Curling his hand, he felt warmth still burning his fingertips, being so close to her bare skin again but the damned parasite. No matter, he thought as he raised his gaze from the girl's shaky hand that held fresh blood, turning his eyes upon Ashley as her hand lifted from her throat, about to wipe her mouth from the blood that had dripped from her lips.

He gripped her wrist, pausing her action as he leaned before her, taking in the questioning gaze the blonde gave him as he himself had no idea why he was doing this. With his other hand, The Castellan lifted his veiny palm to hold Ashley's chin. Licking his lips, he moved closer and touched his lips to her, breathing in her gasp as he began to kiss her once again. He savored the taste of blood that remained, drinking in the pain that the parasite caused the blonde college girl and soon would bring. Remembering his position, Salazar pulled back.

The craving that starved him shook to his very core, he simply had to have her. The warmth of her belly squirmed against his fingers and pulling from the kiss that somehow had deepened by his own doing, the Castellan stared in a pant to his victim who was now pushed back and nearly laying upon the bed, her elbows keeping her up barely. At this very moment, she looked frozen in her pants, her orange sweater lifted above her belly. Staring with her wide eyes, the rim of her hazel eyes held an outline of red coloring that washed away the dazed expression Salazar held on his face and replaced it with a smirk. She was becoming just like them, just like how Saddler had made him. It didn't particularly strike his fancy that the sun kissed blond was going to turn to like other women of the village, a brain washed wench that fell before him awaiting a command. Tapping his fingertips further up, he felt Ashley squirm as she gasped, speaking out a shaky 'n-no!'. Yes, he rather liked the weak will she had, the feistiness that kept her innocence alive.

Flickering his golden eyes upwards, he watched in silence as to how far her could go with this, knowing the fear the girl held for him, he could feel her tremble underneath the cool touch of his fingertips. If she really wanted to, she could use every second she had to escape from him, to shove him off and run from the spot and why exactly didn't she do that? Was she really that afraid of him? With a soft chuckle, he noted his thoughts in satisfaction, she had a reason to be scared. He held absolute control and she knew this very well, she was stunned by the things he could do, the power he held so easily.

"Miss Ashley," The Castellan said calmly as he grasped the beginning of the green plaid striped skirt with a small grip, tugging it as it didn't budge but soon the material began to fall, the belt around the blond's waist now weakened by the force. Ashley held no action to respond, only watching with her hazel eyes as she watched herself begin to be stripped.

"I'm honestly confused, I can't decide whether you should live or die but...I do know that by my hands, I refuse to control such a parasite with will as weak as yours."

Salazar finished his words in a whisper as his veiny hand then moved beneath a much softer fabric, hearing the blond gasp suddenly but the touch of his fingertips, calmly he watched her squirm, waiting to hear her cries of help from that pathetic American agent or screams of refusal to his gentle actions.

"Yet I cannot allow myself to let you leave me."

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"Why..."

Ashley found herself croaking out, frozen in her laid back position, her sweater above her belly as she looked in pure distress as her face was hot and her hazel eyes were beginning to teary. Her hands gripped the bed's blankets as something within her heart thudded heavily and then tore through her, feeling as she had been scraped from the inside by a nail, a crooked rusted nail that scraped within her over and over again. The blonde college student felt her weak fists shake as she went to open her mouth to fire the words that burned a fire within her but another cough shot from her mouth, the Castellan before her spoke nothing as his golden eyes watched emotionless as she spilled more blood upon the bed, his fingertips in a halt upon her warm belly. Wiping her mouth as she attempted to collect her breath, Ashley glared to the short man with red dominating eyes, a flicker of hazel remaining. Again, she opened her mouth as she shakily pushed herself forward.

"Why can't Leon just kill you already!"

The barking words pushed the Castellan back, the expression upon the man remaining emotionless as he retreated his hand from the warmth it touched. At first there was no reaction whatsoever but soon a snarl began to work its way upon the pain veiny face of the castle's master, feeling as if he was spit upon by the captive blonde's words, his power degraded as if that foolish American agent could actually defeat him. To Ashley, that foolish agent would come to her rescue in a blaze of glory and send the parasite infected man before her to a well deserve grave. Raising a small hand with a huff, The Castallen laughed loudly at the thought as he saw a bit of fear flood onto the blonde's face as she lifted her arms up in defense, one of her wrists becoming harshly gripped as Salazar pulled one of the weak arms away, preparing to strike the girl down at her cheek as he angrily huffed, his small chest lifting and falling at a heavy pace.

"That agent is as much a fool as you, Miss Ashley! That is why he has failed to end my life, why he has failed to save you yet again!" The Castellan boomed as he stood tall upon his knees on the bed, his golden eyes fierce as his free hand remained high as he debated smacking the president's daughter hard enough to give her common sense. Could she honestly not open her eyes and take a look around? What was before her was only him, he Salazar, who had done no harm whatsoever to her and yet she called upon a mere man who has failed repeatedly and would continue to fail.

"You will become one of us, you will be just like me and die by my side unless you can kill me with your own hands!" A twisted idea began to spark in the villain's mind," Let's see then Ashley, Why let Mr. Scott hold all the cards?" Salazar spat and shot his lifted hand to the girl's other wrist, pulling her hands to wrap at his tiny little throat, squeezing them to be tight as he glared down upon her, watching her wide shocked expression as she was completely and utterly speechless at his words. "Do it Miss Ashley, Kill me, kill me and you can return to Mr. Kennedy and see your precious father again, you want that don't you? Then do it, Kill me!"

He watched as Ashley shook her head slowly and then a bit fiercely as her blonde hair followed wildly, repeating the word 'no' weakly over and over again.

Salazar shouted and pressed her hands a bit tighter at his throat as he stared down at her, determined. "Kill me."

He could feel her shaky fingers against his throat as she was helpless of what to do, he knew she couldn't do it but if he was so damn cruel then why not give her a chance to save herself? This was her chance and she was wasting it with hesitation. Her heart was pathetic and weak, it was obvious as the only tight grip on his throat was of his own power. With a huff, Salazar turned his head to the side, his gold eyes glaring hard to the floor as he couldn't stand sight of her, it was bad enough she took pity to not harm him yet she insulted him and his power. He felt movement on the bed but ignored it until he found himself lost out of his stubborn state to witness Ashley on her knees before him, continuing to cry as she shakily shook her head, her red fading eyes searching his face as if trying to find something. He had to admit, Saddler was creating quite a parasite. The Castellan noted as the blonde came closer until he could feel her hesitating breath on his lips. Honestly he couldn't help himself as he raised a hand to her cheek and searched her own face, speechless as he leaned forward and took capture of her lips once more. Such a weak foolish man he was.

And such a weak beautiful parasite she was coming to be.

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"You're positive about that Leon?"

The American agent itched his head as he leaned against a wall of the square upper level of the room, still waiting upon the object of his mission as he looked to the questioning expression of Hunnigan's face on his communicator. What was he suppose to tell her? That Ashley was on her own for the moment and she was weaponless and mostly likely dead or in captive for more of Saddler's experiments of that parasite that seemed to be so popular among the gandos and monks. As much as he wanted to see Hunnigan blow up on him and be told for the millionth time that he should hurry up and save the president's daughter at any cost, he didn't. After all, how many places could that one door lead to? Nodding his head, bits of blond brushed into his face as Leon began to speak.

"I'm sure, there can't be that many tricks in this castle." He tried to convince the brunette, giving his ever so trusting smile.

Even though she didn't look so convinced, Hunnigan gave a small nod as her facial expression lightened up as she touched at her headset. Though Leon wasn't too sure himself about his words, within the castle walls, anything seemed expected to attack and nearly slice your head off as every step was either a trap or just a lucky pass out of harm's way. Not that there was much to complain on the lucky passes, hey whatever saves ammo seemed good enough to Leon. More bullets for the 8th Castellan, the American agent thought and soon a sliver of worry began to stir within in his thoughts. What if Salazar had gotten to Ashley?

"Leon? You alright?" Hunnigan's soft voice called him back, worry marking her dark colored eyes as she saw a look of anger flood onto Leon's pretty boy features of gritted teeth and angered eyes.

"Yeah I just..." He trailed off attempting to find the right words to wash Hunnigan's expression away. "Got some things I still have to take care of."

Nodding to that, the communicator knew that was her cue not to budge any more, parting with her soft last few words of, "Be careful Leon." Before her appearance disappeared from the communicator.

Leon went silent as his arm fell with the communicator in it, his eyes looking to a door that appeared locked, hopefully it lead to where Ashley could escape back. He would remain hopeful of that. Come on Ashley, the sooner you make it back, the sooner we can get out of here and you can see your father again, the American agent thought and gripped his communicator a bit tensely.

Isn't that what you want?

Chapter Five Complete.