Will Terra's memory ever be recovered?
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Chapter 20: The Oath
Passion glared at Terra as the female flinched away from her hand again as she focused intently on Terra's eyes. Although the Count couldn't hear the silent struggle, he was positive that an immense one was warring, Terra fighting with all of her twisted mind to resist the bond transfer.
Whatever Eleric had done to her mind was not coming off; like sticky, webbed bindings that refused to budge.
The Sorrow's taloned hands tighted on Terra once more as she knelt beside her, Terra flat on her back; against her will. She hissed out a phrase in a scorching tongue, "Solvo vinculum." Release the bond.
Terra's entire body became rigid, stiff and white- well, whiter- and her eyes closed.
(A/N yes I know, haha scorching tongue as in LATIN, deal with it. TT)
Passion beckoned to Dracula as Terra's body became almost silver. Her gaze never left the still vampire on the ground as he knelt beside them. Her hands lifted, one pressed flat to his heart, the other on Terra's chest. Her head dropped as she chanted the next phrase- one he'd heard only twice before.
"Redimio lemma usquequaque." Bind them always.
Dracula could quite clearly understand the words, and though the did not make much sense in the literary form; in demon magic they made perfect sense to one such as he.
Passion had barely to motion with one frail looking hand before he hovered closer to Terra. His cold mouth brushed against her cheek, then her mouth as he kissed her.
Then a cold wave, a wave of pain and immense hatred that he could not even comprehend coming from the woman he held in his arms; swept over him, tearing at his mind before he brushed away the contact.
Terra's eyes remained closed, even after he moved back and watched her. Dracula's gaze spun anxiously to Passion, but the Sorrow did not meet his eyes, still staring at Terra.
Finally, she moved. A small twitch in her hands, but other than that, she remained motionless.
He began to panic. "Why won't she wake up? The others-"
Passion turned on him, fire lining her vivid purple eyes. "Stay your mouth, fool. Even though she is asleep, that doesn't mean she can't hear. She's healing; don't worry about her not waking up. I'd give it a few days so, listen to me," her voice grew rough as their eyes locked, "don't even think of trying anything funny." He began to protest that statement before she'd cut her palm through the air, somehow managing to cut him down with a 'stray' wisp of magic.
"It slipped. I know what you're after Count, and I don't even know why I helped. I know what I embody, and I know that if you force yourself on her, she'll never love you- that I can promise you right now. Take her home, and let her rest. After that, if she isn't compatible, I am laying this upon you under oath," she rapped out, glaring at him fiercely. "That you release her. No one should be bound under someone they do not wish to serve. And yes, the hypocrite I am," she said, reading his thoughts.
She'd kept slaves once, before he'd taken one of them as a bride.
His eyes were black as he nodded, accepting the torturous oath she'd given him. He would never release Terra. This was what he wanted- and probably what she wanted too.. right?
His sigh was audible and echoed around the black hall as they stood. Dracula cradled Terra against his shoulder, revelling in the way her slender body fit perfectly against his. He wondered if it would feel as good without clothes... but he pushed those thoughts away; forcing himself to think only about the oath.
If she wanted to be free, he would let her.
He would do anything to see her happy again.
Anything.
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Sorry... its lame.. and its short..
and I suck...
man... -sobs-
I need more inspiration.
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