Fate's Games
Darkness
She was a creature of darkness, most of her life spent wrapped in its sweet embrace. It wasn't that she was evil, she just… preferred the absence of light; both of the sun and of the world. Night stalker, vampire… she was drawn to darkness, so really it had been inevitable. Perhaps that was why she'd fought it so hard. Why she still fought it. He was dark. Oh, how he was dark. His soul was black as the night, his heart blacker still, and his whole being and aura as cold as the Void which he so revered.
She hadn't trusted him, not for a moment. Not from the start. She'd despised his presence, his very being. What was this man? Why did he so differ from anything she'd ever sensed in her life? She'd wanted to kill him. She'd wanted him to die slowly and painfully so that never more would she have to hear his voice, hear his laughter, watch as he danced, literally danced, through his enemies using any weapon he deemed worthy of being in his hand. Duel wield, single handed, staffs, bows, pickaxes, axes, spells, bare hands… they were all a part of him. Yes she wanted him to die slowly, and for once, just once, she would see fear and pain in his eyes; and oh how she knew there was pain of a different sort inside of him.
She knew he sensed her hatred. She knew he didn't care and in fact laughed at it, eyes dancing with merriment on realizing it. He'd made it a point to get under her skin every chance he got, and he wanted her to die as much as she wished it on him. He'd been jealous of her at first. Now he knew what she was, he sensed the darkness inside of her that she so fought. He tried to break her, to turn her so he would have his opportunity to slaughter her… And it was working. So she'd thought.
She feasted on animals, mostly, sometimes humans but not often. In fact, if it could be avoided she stayed away from the humans. They weren't the taste she liked. Until now. Now… now she wanted it badly. She wanted to sink her teeth into him, just to see what it would be like. Was he as different from other mortals inside as he was outside? Now… now death and hatred weren't what she felt. Not by a long shot.
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He was looking down with eyes closed, she noted, smiling and chuckling darkly at something she'd probably said without knowing it. He opened his amber irises, glittering with life, blazing, and glanced at her. She felt her heart skip a beat, her breath catch in her throat. She felt her body shiver in desire and anticipation. Oh gods, when had she begun to feel this reaction? He drew his ebony dagger and caressed it, lightly bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Oh how she wished she was in the blade's place.
"She is distracted, yes she is. Brave Serana, poor Serana, your mind is not on the task, no it isn't, not at all" he cooed.
"No," she confirmed almost childlike.
So merry, so mad, and you wouldn't guess that beneath all his laughter and jokes and light hearted merriment lay such a dark and evil and wily and deeply disturbed man. And he was insane, without any doubt, but she saw him in moments of lucidity, small glimpses, and she knew that there was far more to him than he pretended. His words were wise, his insight invaluable to the one he followed so devotedly, the Listener she now followed as well.
The eyes were glittering again, the wicked aura playing out in his bodies movements. He was pacing slowly, surely, dagger lightly dragging along her clothes and skin as he circled. She felt weak in his presence, overpowered, consumed, helpless. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that for a moment the fool smirked; that he knew exactly what was going through her mind.
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All at once he was there, body close against hers. He was drawing his dagger lightly across her cheek. "Oh gods," she moaned tightly, body shivering uncontrollably. "Stop," she pled.
"Why?" he asked, breath tickling her ear. Lightly, leisurely, he dropped a kiss upon her eyes, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth, her neck. Oh immortals, she felt like melting. "Ooh, Serana, does Cicero make you all tingly inside?" he asked in a hiss.
She broke then, giving into her calling. With a hiss of her own she growled lowly and breathed in a humid whisper, her lips upon his chin, "Give me your neck, jester. Let me taste of you, and you will become mine for all eternity." He paused and she felt him tremble, so quick that for a moment she thought it was her imagination. The Fool of Hearts giggled madly then pulled away, eyes sparkling, eyes predatory. Without a word he turned and walked away, humming the sounds that were more experimentation with noise than anything else.
She looked down and let out a relieved sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She used to wish he were dead. She used to wish she could watch him die a slow painful death. She once would have given up anything to ensure she never heard his laughter or his humming or his voice ever again. She would have betrayed him in a heartbeat, and he would have done the same to her… Not anymore… Oh, not anymore…
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The Dragonborn called to them to hurry up. "Sorry Listener. Faithful Cicero will move faster next time," the jester replied.
"As will I, jester, as will I," Serana breathed into the back of his neck. She felt him catch his breath and inwardly smirked. "You are not the only one who can play this game," she murmured, nipping and breaking the skin a little. She tasted the liquid and chuckled. As unique as the man himself, just as she'd thought. She moved in front of the stunned jester as the Dragonborn watched in shock and confusion.
(A/N: I went there.)