Hesitation: Chapter five; "Fade take you".

" I cannot turn away from this obscurity

A nameless force is stealing my face

Come and try to fight me, you will never break me

I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win

So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in."

The reunion with the Magisters went as good as expected. The smirk placed in her face was incapable to be shorn of.

Limping, the mage went to the Circle of Magi where she gave the form signed to the office employee, a young female elf wearing of these horrible veils with a black flower on top of her head. She would never understand why mages dressed like that. All she had to do at that moment was heal and wait, hoping duel would be queued for when Fenris bite healed. It wouldn't take much if she healed herself properly and spent as much maná as she could. But first...

Hawke's hand slid into her pocket with a smirk before go home. Spending three days she finally healed enough to be able to run and duck, she was ready to invite Danarius and invite him to drink some Agreggio Pavali.

He came alone, and while she was pouring the wine, he was telling her stupid matters she didn't really care about. Few drops of something that wasn't wine fell into his cup and all the others he drank afterwards. She was specially pleasant towards the Magister, showering him with attentions which made him believe he'd end into her bed. Far from that, drunk Danarius went home alone and cockblocked.

She repeated the process even at his mansion, daringly. Before leave she threw at him the duel request.

-What is the meaning of this? -He mumbled glancing at the blurry letters due his drunk state. The auburn haired girl tilt her head aside.

-I feel offended and I want to solve it with a duel. -She replied calmly leaning against the wall before the entrance door.- Once I told you I'd chop off your balls and suddenly I'm all smiles and pleasant talks, receptive to your movements and you think I'm interested in you? Don't make me laugh. I'm young but not stupid, thanks for all the information you provided to me. I'll see you that day.

He stumbled towards her and tipsy tried to grab onto her wrist, she shoved him away quite easily. The heeled boots cackled soundly to the door which opened for herself and she left without even turn to look at him. But he didn't give up and ran chasing after Danarius miserably tackled her but that didn't cause much on Hawke but wobble a little yet she leaned and took his staff from his back. She used the end of his own staff to hit him off her, before he could say anything she broke his staff in two pieces against her knee.

-Looks like you'll need a new one. What a pity. -Her voice mocked dropping both parts of the wooden staff. Feigning a sob the steps guided her outwards his mansion and then Danarius grit his teeth. His blurry sight would be a problem so he got up and summoned two servants. He needed to gather his allies.

Hawke was waiting beside Feynriel and his Master at the selected scenario. The female crossed her arms adobe her chest, leaning against a wall covered with moss hiding scattered scenes of some encrypted story. The long auburn hair of hers was tied in a braid then firmly tied into a topknot keeping only few looks framing her face, two curls fell down her shoulders past her chest giving her a tickling sensation in the abdomen. She was wearing an Antivan outfit composed by a shirt with a corset, tight pants and knee length plain boots, her staff was being hold against the ground with her palm. A dangerous look in these eyes gave away she was more than ready. It wasn't hard to notice the smirk growing as the time went by.

-What did you exactly do? -Feynriel's Master asked, Magister Atherius. He was a middle aged elf, his long black hair was perfectly brushed backwards keeping any undesired flock of hair out of his angular face. His deep eyes had the color of a midnight sea and was very tall even for his own race. Pale skin and a delicate nose with small bridge, for his age Atherius was the personification of elven beauty.- That smirk of yours makes me want to smirk too, it's contagious.

-I bribed all the Magisters that would participate in a duel for Danarius. -She said calmly.- And I been slipping into his wine maná draining poison.

-You get things done, don't you Hawke? -Atherius smiled, he even had one of these smiles that turn girls knees into butter melting under summer's sun. She poked the ground with her staff, the crescent moons decorating the end and the beginning of the dark staff tingled musically.- Remind me to never get you on the nerves.

-You been good to me, Atherius. More importantly, you been good to Feynriel. There's no way you could ever get in my black list. -She added with a wink.

The steps of Hadriana, Danarius, another mage and the Circle of Magi officer approached them. Hawke was already calculating, since the poison was only detectable when using magic she was pretty sure Danarius didn't know about it and her smile faded invisible leaping from the wall to get into the center of these ruins alike scenario. Afar the city, in fact afar from anywhere.

Both parts spoke, Hadriana was looking at her with the I don't believe it face. She was surprised and that made Atherius poke her with the elbow smiling confident, he had that kind of mischievous bad boy alike smile and the soft wrinkles around his mouth and eyes only gave him a more attractive look if that was even possible. Hawke returned the elbow poke smiling while the officer was still enlisting the rules, Feynriel was stepping away and remained away since he was not going to fight actually, he came as witness. They had few minutes before the duel started.

-I'm going to throw so many fireballs this will look like a barbeque. -Hawke mumbled stretching.- If they used blood magic on you don't hate me if I knock you out.

-Understood, Hawke soon to be Magister Hawke. -Atherius said bowing amused, still jesting. They were like teens ready to mess around and not far from that the duel started with Hawke sending a zonal attack consisting on massive fireballs meteorite alike that knocked and burned alive the unknown mage and part of Hadriana's arm.

Spells flew around maintaining distance, Danarius liked to send lightning bolts and actually one threw Hawke to the wall making her groan in pain. Her almost unconscious body rolled through the ground and the staff glide away her grasp, still dizzy a ice stalactite grew out from nowhere to glue her right wrist to the floor. Making Hawke dissolve the dizziness she slipped her free hand to the back of her corset taking the dagger she always had with her to start stabbing the ice so intently, Atherius struggled keeping Hadriana's and Danarius attention.

Hawke freed herself and rolled over her axis to pick her staff, just in time to have a fire spell hit on her knee. Graciously she lift her leg using her staff as support, both legs wide open and she rolled at the edge circling it and then rose her hands throwing again a zonal spell. While the fireballs fell from the sky the female leaped fast towards Hadriana hitting with the staff the floor until it pierced the ground so she could use both legs to kick her stomach and part of her chest after the apprentice falling to the ground Ilsen roughly landed few steps away trying to use her weapon on Danarius but he summoned a barrier and she then limped beside Atherius.

-This won't last long. -She mumbled panting a little bit, the elf remained with some burned wounds but still his hair remained perfect while hers was a total mess.- How in the void you do that?

Hadriana got up.

Atherius smiled starting to have his fun with her, the more she tried to struggle against his earth spells the more she didn't seem to notice the mud covering her ankles and slipping up her legs to trap her waist up until was unable to move anymore but yell, cry and whimper. Two mini walls of hard rock rose at her sides she pleaded but was too late, they started moving at Atherius' hand movements to crush her legs again and again. Every scream of hers pleased both Ilsen and the elf. Then as last elegant move he stepped backwards using Hawke as shield while she was sending spells to Danarius to keep him busy and Hadriana's agonic screams made Danarius lift his eyebrows and notice Atherius was crushing her mind, the mud dissolved and Hadriana with empty eyes crawled to her Master yelping.

Danarius kicked her off and Hawke got her chance to run to him tackling the man, mercilessly punching him. Her legs spread at his sides, she mounted him with both hands too busy hitting on his face to worry anything else. Even when he was unconscious she kept punching him again and again due the frenzy mixed with adrenaline. His blood was splashing her face and clothes and Hawke didn't stop until Atherius placed his hands on her shoulders. She was trembling but not with fear but excitement. A shiver ran down his spine thinking how terrible would be to piss her off.

Hawke got her dagger from the ground and slit Danarius neck wide open, quite careless yet clean enough to see his muscles and blood chirp out to create a puddle of dark blood.

-The winner is Ilsen Hawke. -The officer announced.- Any special requirements for burial or other matters, Magister?

Hawke responded throwing a fireball to Danarius corpse.

-Send this bitch to her house, and about the ashes... -She glanced at the burning body of Danarius, then to Hadriana laying in the ground. Hawke's lips curled to a smile. A creepy one since Atherius glanced at her as if she was out of her mind. Clearing her throat continued.- Once it's done send them in a box to me.

-Understood. Here's the certificate which transfers to you all his belongings. -The officer handed her the document and smiled.- Congratulations.

Hawke entered limping to Danarius mansion, correction, HER mansion. She showed the servants her new title as the household, title hold and bitch hold. She told the servants to resume their doings while she went up to Danarius room, a servant followed her asking regular stuff. Merely centered in her wounds, when she opened the door was still discussing with the servant still no time to notice the room was not empty.

After being used he laid in the cold floor without permission to put his ragged clothes back on, feeling the seed of that man inside his entrails. Having to lick clean any drop that stained the ground. Maker knows how many time he lived like that until one day Danarius left for a duel and never came back. Instead, the one who entered into the bedroom was Hawke, with one of the servants.

Fenris was leashed to the end of the bed, naked embracing his knees against his chest.

-What the...

The servant decided to run away after seeing how astonished the new Mistress was. Hawke kicked the door closed and limped towards where Fenris was, once before him the elf slowly lift his head to look at her. His expression was a mix of sadness, misery and hate too intense that made her soundly swallow. His eyebrows lift noticing her wounds, not only that but she looked like just minced someone alive with her bare hands. Face, clothes and hair were splashed with blood with wasn't only hers, well it would be impossible so it was from someone else.

She fell on her knees for a moment then all her body seemed to dismay. She was unconscious. Fenris tilt his head, his hands shaking slid through the floor to timidly touch her leg badly wounded she didn't react even when he touched the wound with scrutiny. All he could do with the leash was to drag Hawke to his Master's bed where he observed her staining everything with blood. Danarius would punish him harder. But after few hours kneeling beside Hawke she woke up rubbing her temples with both hands.

-Why are you...? -She tilt her head not daring to gaze at his naked figure anymore. Even though she could see his legs and chest the most important was censored wisely with the sheets messed in some creative way just with the objective to block the sight of Fenris' manhood.

-I have no permission to put clothes on. -He replied.

-Andraste's flaming tits... -She mumbled kicking the sheets over him, groaning in pain at the process.- Danarius is dead, now cover yourself!

Fenris seemed to have problems processing what she just said and stayed very still in his spot, Hawke has to miserably crawl to the end of the bed and fight against the leash firmly tied to the wood pillar. She cursed several times before get the knots undone.

-Fenris, here. -She covered her eyes with one hand and grabbed his forearm pulling him to the bed. Blindly, she turned him to face his back. Now Hawke was dealing with the collar, so heavy and annoying she ended using her dagger to literally rape the lock until it broke and the weighty collar almost fell to his lap if she didn't hold it. After some difficulties, she threw it to the floor to finally rest her forehead on the back of his neck, panting heavily.- Fucking pervert...

The elf tilt his head and turned to glance at the tired girl resting against him. Her body temperature was warm, maybe too warm since her normal temperature was icing cold. She was weak and trembling due her wounds. Infection. She needed to clean them badly, bandages and treatment for her injuries but she was so quiet and weak.

Fenris tied the sheets around his waist since Hawke seemed to be very troubled seeing him naked and gently laid her on the bed to go to the bathroom and fill the tube like he did many times for Danarius. Perfect temperature. Once back to the room, she didn't move a inch from where he placed her. Hoping she wouldn't mind he held and lift her to bring her to the bathroom and she didn't complain yet even when sat her beside the tube and started undressing her there was no reaction.

He grew nervous as his fingers undid her corset and took it off tossing the piece aside. In fact these eyes were taunting him, wickedly submissive and too weak to resist to anything he could do to her at that moment. Her leg was placed over his shoulder for his commodity he took off her boot then the other so delicately. His heart raced as he slowly pulled upwards her shirt revealing her white flesh pinked with blood, like a doll she didn't oppose resistance when he pulled it with her arms up. She had several cuts along her ribs and a half melted stick of ice inlaid between two of them. That was why she was so submissive, she could barely react due the pain hitting her nerves.

Yet she worried about him.

-I think I can undress myself... Fenris. -She mumbled.

-You can't do anything at this moment.

She complained.

-But I'm a girl...

-So? -His eyebrows lift.-

-Only my father saw me with my birthday outfit, and I was a child. -With that amount of blood covering her face was hard to know if she blushed but certainly did. Fenris didn't know if laugh or take that seriously and since she seemed that troubled it had to be true.- What?

-Nothing. -He resumed cautiously sliding down her pants, she complained again but couldn't fight him back, she couldn't even lift a eyebrow without wincing.- So you're now my Mistress?

-For the moment.

-What do you mean? -Fenris stood still, tensed but resumed her work. He wanted to scream and plead for her to not sell him but the situation was totally inappropriate. She growled as the fabric of her pants touched her wounds and the task took him around ten minutes to take them off. So there she was, in her underclothes before him. Even covered with wounds, dirt and blood he couldn't help but get excited.

She mumbled sheepishly. Fenris panicked and grabbed her leg, showing her how fantastic slave he was. His tongue searched the burnt wound in her thigh and licked it, she winced, growled and moaned all at same time. The rusty and salty taste of her injured skin went right to his brain, her knee molded to his shoulder as his tongue worked her wound as if he was tasting some kind of delicious dessert. Wiping the cream off the surface of a really sweet pie with his tongue so skilled and his lips ferociously kissing and sucking that spot.

She couldn't resist him, taking advantage on that the soft and wet muscle slid around her injury circling the whole burnt. Hawke gasped and Fenris tongue slid up her thigh to her hip, nibbling softly on the shape of her bone and followed the line to her ribs repeating the licking process in all the wounds through her ribs. His head then buried between her legs even though a thin fabric separated them, her scent responding to him was enough and she moaned with thin voice. Trembling.

-Enough. -Hawke whimpered.- Please, Fenris... I understand.

The elf nodded and gently placed her leg back to the floor, resuming his undressing task. He didn't look, just with his eyes closed he strip her naked and helped her to get into the tub. Once there she soundly seemed to pour epic amounts of soap to hide the sight of her naked body to him. He opened his eyes again, she was weakly washing her face and the water cleaned all the blood.

He had to empty and refill the tub twice more before Hawke got clean. Afterwards he helped her to dry, she was wearing one of Danarius bathrobes, and as expected it looked gigantic on her. Fenris laid her on the bed and bandaged her wounds while she was using magic. Even though magic itself disgusted him, at that moment he wished it worked and didn't leave any scar in her perfect skin.

He was going to lay on the ground again when she grabbed his wrist.

-Don't sleep in the floor. It's unhealthy. -Hawke mumbled gently pulling him into the bed. That was unexpected but more unexpected was the fact the clung to him in her sleep hugging him like nobody did in his whole life. And that wasn't much since his first memories were the lyrium burned into his flesh.

So Fenris just awkwardly laid being hugged by a sleeping Hawke. Her grasp was weak but determined, as if afraid he'd leave. Just like a sick child.

In the morning, well, it was different. Unable to sleep in the whole night Fenris noticed Hawke getting up and crawl to the end of the bed, then she fell off and mumbled dizzily some curses and resumed crawling not noticing she only wore a bathrobe. Fenris sighed rubbing his temples.

-I'm the one who should be doing that, Mistress.-Hawke froze in the spot when heard his husky voice, her head tilt before turn and shyly glance at him and plant her butt on the floor then realizing her almost naked state.

-I don't have nothing to wear, do I? -She mumbled blushing. Fenris smirked sliding down to the floor.

-Why no, you don't. -He replied crawling to her.- Unless you want to go to your house with that attire, I find it quite daring but I'm just a slave, I have no objections in whatever my Mistress wishes to do.

-Cheeky, aren't you? -She frowned.-

-Command me and I'll correct that, Mistress. -Fenris added with a smirk.-

She puffed as answer.

Notes: You thought there was going to be smut! Didn't ya? -Wink wink- Soon, soon~ Remember: Reviews make Yami happy, therefore writes faster and gets more inspired so chapters come faster too!