The Thorns of Enyo
Chapter 2:
"Can you-" Jasper paused, pointedly looking at Bella.
"Am I not pleasing to your eye?" Enyo asked, her head at a tilt.
"I merely find an empty body...alarming."Jasper replied looking for words.
"Fine." Enyo waved her hand and Bella disappeared.
"Act as if this had never happened, I am Bella, after all." she said and walked out of the room with endless grace.
Jasper's eyes followed her as she left the room. He found himself unable to act as if nothing happened, because something had happened and it wasn't a small something. They had thought they were letting a human into their lives when she was in fact more immortal than all of them. They had thought she was fragile, breakable, and they had treated her as such. But she wasn't and only he knew that.
Jasper heard the back door open and shut. He ran downstairs and waited for her to come back but ended up waiting for two hours before she came back in with dirt caked to her skin. Her clothes were soaked in blood and in her hand she was dragging a dead stag by an antler.
Enyo dragged the bloody stag through the front door, across the living room carpet, and onto the kitchen tile. The stag's blood stained the white carpet and left cold pools on the tile. As Jasper looked at the woman before him all he could think of was the way the blood ran down her throat and in between her breasts.
Her face was as bloody as her clothes and she gave him a bloody smile. She was altogether a horrifying sight and truly embodied her domains of war and destruction.
"What's wrong, Jasper?"she asked as she smiled at him.
"Nothing. Just didn't expect you to bring a stag home."
"Sorry for the mess, I'll clean it up." she apoligized as she carved the meat off the bones after she had skinned the animal.
"It's no problem," Jasper told her, "Do you need any help?"
"Can you warm a pan on the stove? I'll put the meat on in a second."
"Sure," he paused. "This doesn't seem like something a Goddess would do, it seems a little messy."
"I enjoy my primal nature and my beast enjoys hunting."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"So does Ares."
"We both like the gruesome parts of our domains." she paused, "One of the reasons I never understood his desire to fuck Aphrodite."
"Why is that?" Jasper inquired.
She wiped her hands with her skirt, "Well Aphrodite is, to be frank, a little bitch who hates to get her hands dirty."
"Besides that, she is a spoiled little brat who doesn't understand the word 'no'."
"Lots of resentment there, I take it?" Jasper ran a hand across the countertop, tracing the design with a finger.
"Yes. Lots." Enyo replied effortlessly while putting the meat onto the hot pan.
They both let the topic fall and Jasper left the room to retreat back to his study. The house was then cloaked with a silence only broken by the sizzle of the meat.
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An hour later, Enyo sat on the couch in the living room and ate the now cooked meat. The meat left a distinctive salty flavor on her tongue as she finished each piece. She ate the deer meat with her hands, it's juices running down her face.
It was an altogether brutal sight as Enyo was a delicately-built, soft-looking woman. In reality, she was anything but. She had been known to ride into battle beside her sister Eris; the Goddess of discord, along with Phobos ("Fear") and Deimos ("Dread"). Phobos and Deimos were Ares' bastard-born twins, whom Enyo had adopted as her children for her husband.
Aphrodite hated her twin sons. She thought of them as nothing but violent and cruel. Enyo saw them differently. Truly, she did. They were the perfect older brothers to Enyalius, who having gained his domains, was the god of soldiers and warriors from his father's cults.
Enyo manifested a hankerchief in her hand and cleaned her face. With a casual wave of her hand she threw the hankerchief into a raging fire in the fireplace.
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After cleaning the rooms she had bloodied, Enyo slowly made her way up the stairs, running her claws over the painted walls with a light hand.
Gliding into the office yet again, Enyo sat atop the desk and gazed at Jasper taking in his scarred yet positively alluring form. He was muscular as any warrior should be yet lithe enough to be swift on a battlefield.
Enyo watched him read from his book and glanced at the spine. Tales from the Front-Lines: Civil War Edition.
"You don't find it repetive to read tales regaling events that you have lived through?" she asked, her head angled at a curious tilt.
He glanced up at her and was silent for a moment.
"I enjoy learning about other people's perspectives. It provides me with another window into someone else's mind, and I find that I quite like that." he responded thoughtfully.
She nodded silently and looked out the window.
"Guests are approaching." she said as she watched a tall, lightly muscular man and a petite blonde haired woman ran up the drive to the door.
Jasper appeared beside her and looked at the pair with a happily surprised look on his face.
"Peter and Charlotte." he told her and disappeared down the stairs.
Enyo sighed and went down to greet her grandson and his mate.