DISLCAIMER: don't own AVATAR.
Ok, and I'm back! Sorry, ML7 and Nightfall2525, for keeping you waiting.
This chapter is for Avatarlvr. For it turns out, I'm her inspiration. -
6, The Capture
Katara seemed a little strange to Aang. She was acting different. For lack of better words, she seemed… on edge.
The waterbender always stayed in the middle of the camp, and would jump if someone touched her. Katara was so defensive!
Truth be told, Katara's mind was just so absorbed in the previous night's events, that she would be caught off guard if someone interrupted her thoughts. She would think that the vampire had finally returned for her, but when she turned to face the person, it would only be a concerned Aang or Sokka. And then she would remind herself; the vampire would be killing himself if he came out in broad daylight.
"Katara, are you sure you're ok?" Aang asked in a concerned tone near dusk. Katara gave him a fake smile.
"Yah, I'm just fine." Aang furrowed his brow in disbelief, but shrugged. If Katara said she was ok, then he would believe her.
Katara chewed her finger, and looked over her shoulder. It was dark out, the fire was smoldering embers, barely giving any light, and her brother and companion were out like lights.
He kisses good.
He stole my first kiss!
He's hot.
He's a vampire.
He seemed experienced.
He steals women for his own pleasure.
You're impossible.
Am not.
Katara hated this argument. Some strange, twisted part of her had small feelings for the vampire, while the rest of her fought back, trying to cling to her morals and common sense.
In the distance, far beyond the edge of camp, Katara spied glows of light, fading and reappearing in the dark forest.
Zuko threw fiery punch after fiery punch, destroying imaginary foes, trying to ease the turmoil in his heart.
He had never known what it was like to truly lose someone he loved. He never knew his mother, there was always the hope that he would capture the Avatar and regain his father's love, and Azula, well, let's say he disowned her a long, long time ago.
The Fire Prince pushed himself far beyond his limits, doing moves he shouldn't be doing, but he did them anyway.
He needed to regain his composure, after losing his uncle. Zhao, or Azula would soon be after him, giving him mock pity. He needed to be ready with a heart of steel to be able to take it without being charged with murder.
I shouldn't be going towards the light,
Katara thought reasonably. It might be the Fire Prince!
The light! Go towards the light!
Katara growled, that part of her that sorta liked the Fire Prince was strange. And once Katara was in a stone's throw away from where the light was coming from, her suspicions were confirmed: it was indeed the Fire Prince.
Zuko paused when a familiar scent floated towards him. He sniffed the air; impossible, she could never have came here of her own free will!
Katara stared in wide-eyed horror as the vampire sniffed the air. No, he couldn't be able to smell her…
Her fear mixed strongly with the scent of her blood. A luscious combination, he loved it, no, craved it.
But he could tell she would run off if he showed one sign of coming towards her. And although he was stronger and faster than her, following her into the forest would be a mistake. He would easily lose her in the forest.
He walked away down the beach.
Katara heaved a deep breath of relief, and leaned against a tree as the vampire walked away down the beach. She leaned against a nearby tree, and slid to the ground, not bothering to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
He crept silently along the foliage, making sure not to alarm her. When he saw her on the ground, heaving breaths, and sweat on her forehead, he smirked. He scared her more than he did most.
Somehow, when he thought about, it made something in him wrench, and not pleasantly. Zuko walked very close to her, and not until he was kneeling right next to her did Katara's eyes snap open.
The terrible presence that she felt whenever the vampire was near pressed down on her harder than it ever had before. Her sapphire eyes snapped open, and fixed themselves on the gold ones staring at her lustfully. Before she could scream, lips pressed up against her own.
His lips slammed against her own as he put on hand on the back of her head, and the other in the small of her back, pulling her against his body as he pressed her against the tree she leaned against.
This time, Zuko had chosen to wear his training outfit while he released steam, and now he did not regret it. He could feel all of her curves under him, and he loved it. But it was not enough, he needed more; but he simply could not take her here in the woods. Without her realizing; Zuko stood them up together, and never removing the lip lock, led her towards his ship.
This man's passion had blinded Katara, numbed her senses, all there was was this man kissing her.
Earth to Katara: This person is no man; he's a vampire!
None of Katara's common sense seemed to matter until she felt hard melt through the soft leather of her shoe. She immediately snapped back into reality, and pulled out of the kiss.
Zuko opened his eyes questioningly and smirked to see his singer trying to get away.
"It is too late, dear Katara. You have stepped foot on my threshold, and only under my permission may you leave it." Katara's eyes widened and her face paled. She slid out of the vampire's arms, and tried to get onto the beach, only to have some invisible force field throw her to the top of the gangplank. Katara moaned, feeling slightly paralyzed as she watched the vampire walk towards her, smirking. He picked her up in his arms, and walked through the hatch.
He placed her on a small cot at the bottom of the ship, and she looked up at him questioningly. Wasn't he going to take her now like he did all the other women?
"No, I won't take you now. Vampires are sadistic creatures, I want to draw out your torture until it leads to your pleasure." The Fire Prince leered, having seen the question in her eyes. Katara shuddered, and tried to push as much of herself onto the cold metal of the ship, it was much preferred over the hot breath and burning gaze of the Fire Prince.
"I will see you in several hours." Zuko said, and left her cell.
Zuko groaned, covering his eyes and shook his head. Vampires weren't only sadistic to their victims, but to themselves. He felt like he was sentencing himself to hell, not taking Katara right now. She was on his ship, that was what he wanted!
Zuko walked into his bedroom, and closed and locked the door.
The crew feared him, they never talked to him, and he never saw them. The crew made sure to retire before sundown, and always locked the door to their bunkers, garlic hanging on the inside, but could still be smelled by him. He always gagged at it.
He wore a robe, one made of reds so dark they almost looked black, so everything except his face disappeared into the shadows.
As he walked down the long line of cells, he heard singing.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Have I got it?
'Cause mirror you've always told me who I am
I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect
So sorry you won't define me
Sorry you don't own me
Who are you to tell me
That I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen
To the list of things I should do
I won't try, I won't try
Zuko smirked as he looked at his little singer on her cot, singing.
"Would you be singing about yourself, hmm?" Zuko asked innocently. Katara glared at him. She turned on her side, facing away from him. He smirked, and entered her cell silently.
He leaned over her shoulder, and she shuddered. He placed one warm hand on her arm; she suddenly elbowed him in the stomach. He recoiled, snarling.
Zuko picked her up, and she pushed against his frame futilely. Using long strides, Zuko quickly arrived at his bedroom.
"Insolent woman." Zuko hissed, depositing Katara on his bed.
I felt like ending it there. Why? I have no clue.
DISCLAIMER: me no own Mirror, it belong to BarlowGirl
Buh bye!
INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
LONG LIVE THE HIPPIES!
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