Rating: M
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Jared (Garash)/ Bella (Izi)
Word-count: 428
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A quick a/n - This is a past life of Bella and Jared set in Mesopotamia. Bella is a gifted warrioress. She and Jared are fighters against the first vampires.
In the darkness of the night, they stood together, arms wound around another. The glow of the fiery city lit up the night beneath them.
"We had to do this, Garash...they would have brought doom to our people."
Izi furled her body closer to his as they laid witness to the destruction below. Her mind shifted to the visions she had been having that led to this moment.
The mists swirled around their bodies like invisible death coming to claim their souls. Sharp cries were heard as the blood demons moved and feasted on the writhing figures littering the ground-silencing the shrill pleas, sucking the last drops of life-sustaining crimson.
She was pulled from her memories of the vision as one of the vile creatures ran up the mountain, leaving a burning trail in its wake. It was coming straight for her and Garash.
Izi drew a breath and grabbed her beloved's hand, a chant flowed from her lips. Palms were raised toward the demon and fire rained down. Its unearthly cry pierced the darkness as it met its end.
Garash looked down at her, his long hair tied back by a simple leather cord, his bronzed skin glowing from the fire. The darkened eyes that she had often gazed into held nothing but a fierce love for her. Small hands pressed against the hard planes of his chest as they met in a look.
The powerful look that burned in his visage made her heart swell with emotion. Embers of fire scorched her very being as they gazed at one another. It was always like this with them, the flames of passion licked their essences with glance.
Her breath hitched when she felt his muscular arms draw her body flush, eyes never move from their locked stare.
His lips drew into a half smirk, knowing just how he affected her, before he claimed her mouth with a fervid need to consume his treasured fire starter.
Just as quickly as the inferno of desire threatened to overtake them, Izi was drawn into a vision.
Her mother struggled for breath, the smoke choked her lungs. Blood stained the ground while each of her kin met the darkness of night and left this life.
Gut wrenching sobs made it hard for her to speak. Body trembling from the vision, she looked up to Garash and fought to gather her senses. Pain and sadness colored her definitive words.
"We must move, my love...or all is for naught. They will attack the village of our people by the next nightfall."