CHAPTER TEN
A second later, thousand of iron knives were piercing Cerriwyn's back, going straight through her petite frame. David hovered over her, watching as she fell to the ground and snorted. "What a waste…" He muttered.
This was torture. It was worse then the time she'd embedded herself on that pole. That had been one localized spot. This was everywhere. Cerri crumpled. She writhed, reaching blindly for the hurtful blades but couldn't pull them out. She inhaled sharply, praying she would just die so the agonizing pain would end. She felt herself shifting into human form and knew she was dying, she didn't even have enough magic to shift back.
Suddenly a glowing purple ball encased around here, pulling the blades from her body, arms, legs, back, even her heart, and the purple liquid quickly filled the holes that the knives left. It took around five minutes, but soon they were all closed up and healed
Mark stepped out of the shadows, carrying a now unconscious David with him. Unceremoniously, he tossed his 'friend' to the ground. "Kill him."
The Demoness was screaming for blood but the Fae was horrified. The Vampiress was just wanting to be nourished. She crawled towards David and sank her fangs into his throat. Liquid fire raged through her veins, easing the pain left by the iron. After a couple long draughts she pushed away, leaving him alive. She didn't like him in the least but she wouldn't kill him either. She tried to stand up but her feet wouldn't hold her. Purple eyes found angry green ones and a second later she was in the air, feet dangling a foot off the ground.
"COWARD!" Mark bellowed, shoving her away before grabbing David by the throat. With one hand, he crushed David's cords, snarling and ripped into the flesh, blood spurting everywhere. When he'd had his fill, he pulled away, letting the body drop to the ground. He stared at Cerriwyn, a low growl escaping him.
"NO!" She shouted too late, staring at the body horrified. Demons did this, not Fae. Vampires were neutral but she'd been raised as a Fae! A Fae! She stared up at Mark, watching the blood trail down his chin and trembled. Slowly, she Cerri got to her feet, never taking her eyes off of him. One look in his eyes told her she needed to guard her own throat. "You've had enough." She said in a monotone voice, knowing he could smell her own blood all around them from her previous wounds.
"Perhaps." He chuckled, his voice thick with the blood he'd just consumed. "He was such a fool to believe my sob story. Like I didn't know I was part Demon?" Mark rolled his eyes, cracking his neck. He stared directly at Cerri. "I can control it… when I want too. Right now, I do. I don't have the urge to hurt you like I do others. You're safe, trust me, Cerriwyn."
"I don't trust you." Cerriwyn said bluntly. "You shouldn't even be on this Plane. You should be in Asgarth with your kind." She pressed a hand to the side of her face, frowning. "Why am I so hot? How did you heal me?" She stared at him, trying to understand why she felt like she was on fire. "Mark? Is all the iron gone? I'm burning!"
"Calm down, it's an old Demon remedy. Your body will burn for awhile until the iron is out of your system. It's basically taking it's course through you." He explained conversationally, walking over, and caught her before she hit the ground, sighing heavily. This was definitely deja-vu all over again as he picked her up over his shoulder and flew off into the night while David's body turned to dust. The sun was going to come up within ten minutes and he could already feel his skin begin to seer with pain. He had to hurry and fast.
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Cerri woke up to feel herself slightly warm but no longer burning. A cursory glance around already told her what she knew, she was back in Mark's house, on a bed. She didn't bother moving, just letting whatever he'd done finish it's work. She closed her eyes, letting out a tremulous sigh as the night' events replayed in her mind. How did she wind up in such things? Her mother always said she had too much Demoness in her for her own good. Her father said it was his Vampiric side, and he generally said it with a smile.
Once she felt normal, Cerri proceeded downstairs, not even bothering to shift out of whatever form she was in. She halted a few paces behind Mark, hearing him chuckle and could only imagine what he was thinking. She inhaled, scenting alcohol and made a face, her stomach lurching. "Mark?" She began hesitantly, letting him know she was there, though he was probably already aware of it.
"Hello Cerriwyn. I trust you slept well." He said by way of greeting, taking another swallow of the brandy, loving how the liquid burned down his esophagus. "Sit. I'll fix you a drink, and it won't be as strong as last time." He promised, nodding at the couch, and proceeded to do what he said he would. "How are you feeling? Still burning?"
