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RayI stifled a moan at the feel of his hand on my ass, the muscles there wanting to clench up at the warmth. I didn't want to seize up and coward out, that was the last thing I wanted; although, I came here only to tell him my feelings, not act on them. But, my body couldn't help it, the craving and desire was eating away at me every minute I spent away from him. And it was only going to get harder after this. At his two words, I let my eyes flutter closed at the lust lacing through his voice; it just told me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. My hands were soft on his chest, as he and I both trailed them down his torso to his abdomen. His taunt muscles were hard against my palms, only adding more flame to my hormones. "Thorn," I breathed, my voice wavered from my emotions. I let my face lean toward him, until my forehead rested against his collarbone. "I need you." I whispered the last words, barely able to hear them myself. Freeing one of my hands, I let it travel back up his chest and neck, digging deep into his silky-wet hair. My God, the feelings I had for this demon, it was unreal. I want to take this slow, to savor him, and every last inch of him. I want him to feel my passion for him, to feel how much I care for him now in the short time we've known each other. I just want him to want me back the same way, not just for lust. Damn, Ray. You're getting sappy.
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I groaned at her words, feeling each little knot undo itself, every wall I've ever built around my emotions and cold little heart come crashing down. I reached my arms around her and with a soft grunt, hefted her up into my arms, shifting so that her legs wrapped around my hips before pulling her mouth to mine again. I need you . Right now, I really couldn't care whether all this that she was doing was fake and she was just trying to get my barriers down, to weaken me. I didn't care. The last time I ever felt this kind of burning need for someone was...well, never. And frankly, it was refreshing from the usual pangs of hunger I felt whenever I needed to feed. Almost like I called it up, the familiar pain hit me again and I stifled a gasp. Dammit. Not now. I'd just fed not forty eight hors ago! I shouldn't be feeling the hunger for at least another week! Fuck. Ray no longer felt and tasted good now. Well, she did, but in a different sense. I craved her. As in, soul-hungry crave. Not the burning, fiery-need one I felt only seconds ago. Shit, this wasn't good. I needed to stop this. Another painful strike zapped through me and I just barely tried to cover up the cringe. Quickly, I made my way with her towards the shore, then put her down and tore away from her, breathing hard as I ran both hands through my wet hair and walked a short distance away from her, towards where my clothes were--I doubled over when an even stronger hit pulsed through me, gasping as my head spun. What the hell was wrong with me??
RayI relished in the feel of my whole entire body pressing up against him, my legs and ankles locking behind his back once he hoisted me up. Jesus, I can feel him against me... And it felt damn good, too. If there was any moment in my life that I wanted a person more than air, food, or water, this was it. As cliche as it is, it was true. It wasn't one of those situations with the sappy, love-sick teenagers out of movies or whatever. This was real, and it felt so right. My hips wanted to roll, to feel even more of him, but I felt him tense. Is he okay? I had pulled my head back a couple inches, searching his face; and I only found one of pain. Or so I thought it was, because his features were scrunched up. I didn't have time to ask him what was wrong, because it was like he was lightning; one minute we were in the water, the next we were standing on the edge of it, and him putting me down. Eyebrows drawing together, mostly out of pain of the rejection that was followed by confusion. Then, it all vanished as soon as he doubled over and gasped. "Thorn!" I yelped, rushing over to his side, as he was by his clothes. I put my hand on his taunt shoulder muscle, but pulled it back immediately. He was burning up. It wasn't from a burn that made me pull back, it was shock. He was hotter than a normal being, paranormal or human. "Are...you okay?" I asked gingerly, fear for him lacing inside my heart and panic clenching it in the process.
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As she rushed towards me, it hit me all over again and a groan tore out of my throat, "Stay back.." I rasped and staggered forward, still bent over as I reached out to steady myself against a tree. I squeezed my eyes shut. Her scent was so tempting...just a little taste wouldn't hurt...No! I wrenched myself away from those dangerous thoughts, I couldn't afford to think like that now. The last time it got this bad...more than one person was killed because of my hunger. I was a danger to Ray right now. Her soul called out to me, bright and clear, and I could taste her worry and fear in the air. Disgust filled me when I realized I could've relished in it, but I cut off the tie to those feelings. Somehow, in the midst of my hazy and unsteady mind, I managed to slip on my jeans again, trying to block out Ray's presence right behind me, how her eyes burned into me. My throat was on fire. I needed to feed...but I was holding it off, and that was dangerous. Before I could stop myself, I raised my eyes to her, and for a quick moment, everything fell away. She was temptation on two legs, and I was a fool to resist. So I dropped my shields and felt the full blast of my eyes, the invisible tendrils sneaking along the ground until it wrapped all around her, encasing her in my warmth. And I fed. I fed off her energy bit by bit, sucking the light that lit up her soul. Slowly. But something was wrong. The more I took from her, the hungrier I got. Ironically enough, it was that knowledge that made me snap to attention and I gasped as I severed the cords to her soul, stumbling backwards. I was still as hungry as ever, that hadn't changed, but now she felt like an even bigger lure calling out to me. With stricken eyes, I whirled around and crashed through the trees, determined to get as far away from her and keep her safe from me.
RayBurning and draining. That's what I felt as soon as glowing silver his eyes landed on me. I knew immediately what it meant, because of the look on Thorn's face told me so. Plus, the feeling was undeniable. He was feeding on me; it felt like I was drunker than ever, but it was a good drunk. And that's what scared me even more. As soon as he started, realizing what he was doing, he tore his eyes away from me. The look on his face, pure anguish and pain, made me want to hold onto him, to let him keep feeding on me if that's what it took to take him out of this hungry misery of his. When his back was turned to me, it seeming to grow smaller as he put distance between us. Sooner rather than later, he was gone, and I felt like breaking down right then and there. Hustling to put on my clothes, I tried to go after him, taking a couple steps forward. But the ground felt like it wanted to give beneath me. Suddenly, light-headedness found it's way behind my eyes, making me sink to my knees with a sharp intake of breath that hurt my lungs. My eyelids fluttered closed, while my body leaned forward, on all fours now. Stomach wrenching, I felt the urge to vomit, but it never came. Exhaustion wrapped it's tight arms around my body, as I slumped down to the ground. I didn't know what this was, either a side-effect from the major force of Thorn's hunger, or if I was a Shadowhunter. But it didn't matter, because I passed out right there on the muddied ground.
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Her soul cried out to me. It was broken, in pain. And I knew I hurt her in more than one way. I could hear the clear thud as she dropped to the ground and I forced myself to slow down and push back the hunger that threatened to overtake me. Before I knew it, I had turned back around and was running back, exerting myself to the limit. She was hurt, and I could feel her light dimming as she blacked out. I burst out of the woods and to the lake, my eyes instantly zooming to her small, curled up figure lying lifelessly on the ground. Two dominant feelings battled inside me now. The same hunger to feed from her while she was vulnerable; and fear for her safety. I needed to bring her back, I couldn't leave her like that. I closed my eyes almost painfully, making sure I tried my best to erase my craving before walking slow, torturous steps towards her body. When I finally reached her, I almost caved in. She looked so small and weak, she was hurt, and it was because of me. I needed to fix this. Bending down, I called up what was left of my strength and slipped my arms underneath her, hoisting her up. I winced when our skin came into contact, the burning sensation blasting through me with the same need to feed. But I ignored it and trudged back through the trees, recalling my way back to the cabin. I didn't keep track of time when I finally made my way out and onto a gravel road, the large house looming further down the path as I staggered along, unable to even let my eyes wander down to Ray's face for fear I would lose what was left of my fragile control. By the time I neared the front porch, calling out hoarsely with my voice for someone, anyone, I was already seeing black spots sparkle in my vision. How pretty. I wanted to give in to the black void, fall away into oblivion, but I didn't want to let Ray go. About time. Was my last thought before I finally fell into the dark blanket of sleep and dropped to my knees--even then I was careful to cradle Ray closer to my chest, fearful of her falling--just as I heard loud yells and blurry figures rush towards us from the house.
RayMy eyes popped open, or rather cracked open. It felt like there was a coat of dust over my eyeballs, making my sight a big foggy. But my vision came back, and I was staring up at the white ceiling of the infirmary of the cabin. What the hell am I doing here? Almost as soon as I asked that to myself, it all came back to me, making me jerk up into a sitting position. Thankfully, no one was there to see my curse-yelp of pain that sliced through my head, going all the way down my spine. The pain made me start breathing slightly heavy, as I recalled the last couple of hours. Me, going out into the woods, seeing a naked Thorn in the lake, taking off my clothes, making out with him, then him feeding on me. That was it. I should have been mad for what he did. Hell, I should have been raging and ready to kill him right now. But I couldn't, and that somehow worried me. I wondered if he was okay--which was ironic, considering my current condition--because I didn't see him when I swiveled around, looking for him in a bed next to me or somewhere in the room. Oh, God. What if Jake has put him in a real cell? Surely they hadn't, because they didn't know what Thorn had done. What little bit of strength I had left got me out of the bed, and my feet onto the floor. I used the walls around me to support my body whenever I felt like I was going to fall or black out again. Once out into the familiar hallway, I looked both ways. Empty. Of course. But I could hear voices in the meeting room. I wanted to go there, to see where they had taken Thorn, but decided better of it. To avoid an explanation. So I went to his room, that was a pretty good ways down the hall. I made soft grunts and moans walking down the corridor, mostly out of exhaustion rather than pain. My hand found his door knob instantly, the motion too fast for my well being. I knocked on the wood softly with my other hand, waiting for a response.
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The pain kept coming for me. Again and again and again. It wouldn't stop. My body racked with the effort of holding myself together as waves of agony kept crashing over me. I just wanted to sleep, but I knew my demon was waiting for that, and I wasn't ready for another massacre to happen anytime soon. Vaguely, I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness, and when I was sane, I could hear harsh voices yelling over one another. Familiar ones. Where was I again?
"You still want to keep him alive?!!"
"Its better than killing him in cold blood!"
"You saw what he did to Ray! He almost drained her dry. He doesn't deserve to live!"
"We don't know that." A growl, and then nothing.
The next time I surfaced, I could hear another murmur of voices, then loud echoing footsteps drifting off. I struggled to pry open my eyes, but they wouldn't listen to me. Neither did my hands. After a minute of silent fighting, I blinked open heavy eyelids, only to see a pair of blurry legs standing in front of me. Was I lying down? It was dark all around, a dim light somewhere further off. I was lying on something hard and lumpy and rough, and needless to say, it was uncomfortable. A dripping sound reached my ears, and I tried to focus on the hazy figure in front of me. "Argh!" I cried out as another round hit me and my eyes fell shut as I curled up pitifully. There was a soft scuttling and I felt a light breathing by my ear. "Don't think you've escaped, filthy soul-stealer. I promise, you will pay for what you did." I slipped back into darkness once again before I could form any coherent thoughts.
RayI didn't hear anything from within the room, not even breathing. Where the hell had they taken h--then it clicked. The cells. Unimaginable rage boiled up inside me, making my vision go black and red, instead of black and white. I snarled, almost animal like. So much anger and adrenaline ran through my veins that strength took hold of me, launching myself off the wall that used to support my body. I bolted down the hallway, running at a speed that would seem like a vampire's to the naked human eye. My feet thundered on the hardwood floors, surely making some racket. Sure enough, Jake came out of the kitchen area, with a glass soda bottle in hand. His sudden appearence made me halt in my tracks, making me even angrier. No doubt he was the one to put Thorn in the cells. "Where in the fuck do you think you're going?" He asked in a sneer. "None of your goddamn business." I said, letting my emotions leak out into my voice. His face only twisted up into one of rage--the same one that he used the night he punched me--probably mirroring my own. But I didn't care, because I was about to open a can of whoop ass on him. My eyes caught the movement of him pulling back his soda-free hand. Right when he was about to bring his fist down, I snatched the bottle out of his hand, and swung it in the direction of his head. There was so much force in the blow that it vibrated throughout my arm and down my shoulder. Damn. I blinked and look at my hand. Only the nose of the bottle was clenched in my palm, jagged glass lined the nose. I didn't even realize that the bottle had shattered. But sure enough, it did, when I looked down at Jake--who was now on the floor, bleeding from his cheek with a glass shard sticking out from it. He looked up at me with a mask of horror and pain. "Don't worry, you'll live." I smiled and ran out the back screen-door into the night. Circling around the house, I walked about ten feet into the woods to see a small--and I mean small--hut in the lining of the trees. I yanked open the door, almost ripping it off it's hinges. I only saw stone steps leading down into a black oblivion. But I knew all too well where this lead. So I took the steps until I read the bottom, my feet hitting the ground with a soft crunch. "Thorn?" I yelled, my voice echoing a few times. Dripping water only followed.
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Screams bounced off the wall around me, and for once, I was unsettled. Those sounded like screams of torture, like someone's guts were being ripped out. Then it hit me. Those were my screams. The torment came in bouts every few minutes, and I was left breathing heavily in the loaded silence, unable to see anything since my eyes refused to even sneak a peek open. I tried to block it out, that was probably why I didn't think the screams were mine at first. At the back of my mind, I wondered what brought this on. Couldn't have been because of Ray, I'd fed off a couple of Shadowhunters before and I felt nothing of the agony of this sort. So what was off? My demon snarled inside me, now awoken. I could feel it beating against the walls of its cage, demanding to be let out. Dammit, I needed to feed before it got out of hand. But I was weak. So, so weak I couldn't even open my eyes. Phone. I needed my phone. I needed to call Leila...Tell her to come bust me out. Now. Suddenly, a call sounded out, but it was too loud and I winced, fire instantly igniting through my blood. I knew who it was. Suddenly, I found my energy, "Stay back, Ray." I croaked, hopefully loud enough she could hear me. My nostrils flared as her scent reached me and I cursed inwardly. She was close. Hell, does that girl make a living out of putting herself in danger? I forced my flimsy limbs to work and pushed my body across the stone ground, cringing as it scraped my bare flesh along my back, putting more distance between myself and the girl I was determined to protect.
RayDelight ignited my veins. Thorn was here. I mean, where else would he be, though? Those soft three words only made me go further into the cells. I ignored everything about them, the dripping water from the ceiling, the cracks in the stones, the creaks the barred doors made when the winds came through the open windows. Though, I did shiver, an uneasy feeling in my gut. It wasn't from the environment I was in, it was from Thorn. It was like I could feel his hunger from where I was standing--which was a mere twenty feet away from his voice. I walked down the rows of cells, and found myself in front of him. He looked like total shit; he was bare-chested and had dirt smeared all over his chest and back. Did they drag him through the fucking mud? "What happened?" I asked firmly. "What did they do to you, Thorn?" I took a step forward, closing my fingers around two bars of his cell door. He looked so pitiful, in the fetal position. My heart ached for him so much.
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"STAY BACK!" I suddenly roared when she got too close, cringing back further as the yearning blasted through me. I pushed back the scream that threatened to tear itself up my throat, not wanting her to hear me like that. But she must've already seen me like this, and the humiliation scalded through me like boiling water. "Leave." I snarled, turning my head away, away from the desire, away from the shame. "Argh!" I let out a strangled cry as her scent mocked me, my demon rearing up from its post as the pain hit me again. I was a threat to her, didn't she understand that?! Foolish hunter. "Go..." I moaned, the life seeping out of me as I hunched over, my breaths raspy and weak.
RayI wasn't even phased by the force of his roar, although it did make my skin prickle just the tiniest bit. He needed to feed, and it needed it right now. I took out my stele from my back pocket, and drew an unlocking rune on his door, it popping open an inch. I swung it back, and rushed into the room. His muffled moans and cries were enough to send me over the edge. I looked down at him, dropping to my knees. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, ignoring his weak attempts to push me away. He needed this; I could see it in his eyes each time he sent a glance at me with his eyes of misery and pain. "Thorn, feed on me. Now." I said to him, firmly. Before he replied, I kissed him, hard and firm. Almost enough to bring blood.
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"No!" I gasped as she seemed to appear right in front of me and gathered me in her arms. I tried to shove her away, but it was like my arms were made of lead, and there wasn't much I could do when she kissed me. Hell, she bloody kissed me! Maybe my feed from her earlier had gotten to her head or something. Even I couldn't resist temptation laid at my feet, though, and the dam broke apart as I drank greedily from her. But I couldn't stop. It was like before, I only got hungrier. I didn't know how, but I found enough strength to wrench her away from me and shove her viciously away. I staggered up to my feet and swayed, then back away, my vision still hazy and unclear. "What're you doing?" I hissed, fighting with my demon for control. "Run away from me, Ray. Don't be stupid!" I growled. Where was I again?
Ray"I'm not running away from you!" I yelled, regaining my balance from his shove. I stood up, but wasn't near his eye-level. I looked up at him with a concerned expression. "Don't you see," I started in a whisper. "I can't. I know I should, but I can't, Thorn. I just CAN'T." I almost yelled the last word in his face, so much emotion fled out of me then, as tears pricked my eyes. But I didn't waver from his gaze. "Please, let me help you. This time." I pleaded. God, let me help you Thorn. I need to help you.
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Frustration tore through me. Instead of helping, her words seemed to add fuel to fire and my demon roared in appreciation. "You don't get it." I rasped, still backing away from her, she had to see the desperation in my eyes. "You need to get out of here, Ray. Right now. I'm not safe for you. Not here, not now." I moaned as I breathed in her scent again. Shit. "You can't help me the way you think you can." I hissed, needing her to leave before I hurt her any further. My eyes darted to the bright entrance where she came from. Was it still open? Maybe I could make a run for it...Even as the thought crossed my mind I dismissed it, I was still too weak.
Ray"You won't kill me, Thorn. I'm a Shadowhunter, I'm stronger than the humans you usually feed on." I rambled, my voice growing higher and higher each time a word tumbled out of my mouth. I was about to have a panic-attack, and it just added to my stress level. Dammit, why can't he see that someone is trying to help him? It was make things so much easier if he would just...cooperate. I saw him glance at the door, the thought I was dreading seeping out in his eyes. Oh, no. I stood in front of him, grabbing the iron door in my hand and slamming it shut. The rune glowed brightly on the door, and disappeared. Locked it.
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"Dammit Ray!" I yelled, jumping back as she locked us both in. "I'm not going to feed from you! You don't understand!" I snapped. What the fuck was wrong with this woman?? "Let me out of here." I growled, my temper rising. Inside, my demon was pacing about, eyes glinting with apprehension, eagerness. It wanted out, and there were only two ways it could do that. One was through uncontrolled fury on my part, and the other was through a lack of feeding. In this case, it was a mixture of both, and that was a very, very dangerous combination. If Ray didn't get me the hell out of here, I was going to break something. Soon.
RayI could see it in his eyes that he was about to cave any second now. The glinting in there made me nervous, just a touch, but it wasn't enough to compare against my compassion to help Thorn. It just made me want to help him more. And once I want to do something, I do it. "No." I said flatly, my hand closing around one of the bars to steady myself. I looked at him with steel eyes, wanting to get the point across. "Just give in, Thorn. It won't be that bad. I assure you." I purred, egging him on.
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"You're right." I hissed, "It'll be much worse!" Her confidence bit into me and I glared at her, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you trying to get killed?!" The hold over my demon was loosening now, but my anger blinded me with that knowledge. She was so stubborn, she was going to get herself killed one day. I opened my mouth to let another retort out when I heard a soft scraping sound come from outside. Freezing, my eyes widened and snapped to where the light flooded in from.
RayThe razor-sharp words of his bit into me, hard. Maybe I was trying to get myself killed. One day or another. Hell, I do it for a job, it's was I do. I didn't have enough time to reply, because a scraping sound made me pause, then light flooded through somewhere, at our feet? I knitted my eyebrows together, looking down as a pale hand reached through the opening. I gasped loudly and stumbled back into the stone wall of the cell. "What the hell..." I rasped.
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I just barely had enough time to get my senses straightened out just as a pale face poked out from the side and I could barely make out the platinum-blonde head of hair and bright baby blues of the vampire. "Hope I'm not interrupting." The crystal clear voice sliced through the air, the British accent underlying her tone. I managed to find my sanity as I snorted and got grounded back into place. "Took your bleeding' time." I scoffed at Leila and she blinked back lazily at me before her gaze shifted over to Ray, a condescending look filling her eyes as she stared at the Shadowhunter, "Need some help, darling?" She purred at me, but her eyes were sharp and never left Ray. Frowning, I nodded at the cell bars, "You don't need an invite."
RayI was froze in place, taking in the blonde sight that had literally popped out of the wall. She was a beautiful sight, I'll give her that. But her icy gaze was on me as she aimed her voice at Thorn. It creeped me out, for sure, but I held my ground. I've had the courtesy of being in a vampire's presence more than one in my lifetime, each was really weird. But this was just plain creeptastic. She had just come out of the wall, and it almost made me laugh. Although, I noticed out cool and calm Thorn was now that the she-vamp was here. And it made me a bit edgy to know that she gave that effect off on him.
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With a Cheshire Cat grin, Leila slipped out from behind the corner and stood outside the bars as she examined them, her head cocked. "These don't look like Silver." She murmured. "They're not. Just get me out of here, Lays." I was getting more impatient by the second, forcing myself not to look over at Ray for fear of my demon slipping further away from my control. She was still a dangerous temptation to me, and the longer I just stood there idly, the harsher the burn that had started to eat at me again. Leila shrugged and wrapped her hands around the cool, iron bars, then she bunched her back and pulled them apart, like some female version of superman, looking not the least bit out of place, calm and collected.
RayI waited patiently on the sidelines, watching the vampire stretch the iron bars with ease. I crossed my arms, keeping quiet. Thorn was acting like I'm not even existing. Or at least in the room. And it was bugging the hell out of me. I didn't let it show though, which was probably useless. The vampire stepped through the molded back bars, and Thorn was next, followed by me. "So, who are you again?" I asked the she-vamp, narrowing my gaze on her. If I didn't know any better, she looked somewhat familiar. Although, I didn't put that much thought into it, because Leila seemed like the type of person that didn't care whatsoever.
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I gritted my teeth when Ray spoke up and tried to find the way out of this hellhole. Behind me, strangely enough, I could feel a cool, calculating wave emanating from my friend as she glanced back at Ray. "Leila, Ray. Ray, Leila." I did the quick introductions vaguely as I stumbled out, then I felt cold hands help support me around the arms and I leaned gratefully against Leila as she led the way out. Since she was already technically dead, my friend didn't get subjected to my hunger. What was in place of her soul was just an empty, dark and cold void which I pointed out to her once, so I couldn't feel much from her.
RayI didn't even say anything back, my voice felt frozen because of hurt that laced through my body. Thorn acted like he hated my guts now, which was probably for the best. But the coldness in his voice and the way his jaw flexed when I talked got to me. More than it should have. I got ahead of them, and made my way up the stone steps and out the front door of the "hut" in a steady pace. I kept walking until I was at the cabin again, the front door open wide with a figure standing there. Lars. Dammit. He looked down at me from the top of the steps, a disappointed look on his face. "You shouldn't have done that to Jake, Ray." He said in a low voice. Anger built up in my chest. "He deserved it. Plus more." I said through clenched teeth. "But he's trying to do the best he can. I know it's not the best to us, but at least he's trying." His tone softened, as he defended his fellow Shadowhunter. "Screw that. Screw him, and screw you, Lars. You know how he is. He's cold-hearted and mean." I seethed, my voice leaking acid.
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I watched helplessly as Ray stalked off, wanting to call her back, needing her beside me again. Then I mentally slapped myself. What was wrong with me? She needed to get away from me. I would hurt her otherwise. Leila only frowned after her, but said nothing as she helped me out of there and I hobbled along, the pangs getting less painful with every step Ray took. Huh. That was strange. "Need...feed.." I rasped and hung my head, my limbs feeling like they weighed a ton now, putting my full weight against Leila as I tried to push Ray from my thoughts. "Hey, that rhymed." The vampire chirped, seeming to be oblivious to the pain was in. Lifting my head just barely, I glared at her. She chuckled, "Have you gained weight?" I growled and shoved against her. "Oh alright, alright, I'll get you out of here. Will the little birdie tell?" She looked back up and her brows furrowed in the direction Ray disappeared, and for once, I wasn't sure.
Ray"Dammit, Ray," Lars' voice started to rise, as he descended a step. "You know how hard this is for all of us, especially Jake, as he is the leader of this whole thing." His voice spit back acid right at me, but I didn't care, because I was too mad now. I wasn't thinking of Thorn or Leila or anything else but letting my anger out. "Or have you forgotten that?" Lars stepped down the last couple of steps and was now at the same level as I was. "Because it seems like you and your little demon friend are too close for comfort, eh? Is it that hard to keep your legs closed for once, Ray? Or are you just that damn stupid?" He was in my face now, nearly nose-to-nose, taken away his couple inches taller than me. I was took shocked and mad to reply, so I just stood there, staring at him like the most disgusting thing in the world. "Like Jake said, learn your place, Rayne." He spit right at my feet, almost on my shoe, and marched back up the steps and into the cabin. So much for the loving Lars that I once knew.
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I just shook my head, "Just get me someone to feed from, Lay," I muttered, "I'll head back after that." She looked at me like I was nuts. Maybe I was, but I didn't want to get Ray into anymore trouble than she was already in, bursting down into the cells like that. Leila sighed after I didn't say anything, then shrugged and bent down to scoop me up in her arms with a sly grin. I was going to die from the embarrassment. She was never going to let me live this down now. "Just walk." I growled and she sped off, her speed blinding for a vamp. I was having cramps now, and it hurt...positively everywhere. I needed to find out what triggered the hunger so soon. My thoughts strayed again to the Shadowhunters. Maybe they fed me something bad...I shook out of my gloomy musings to find out we were just coming out of the trees and into a quiet street. The scents all around me hit me with a full-on blast and I groaned in pain.
RayI stood there, frozen in place, from utter shock and hurt, rather than blinding anger and absolutely berserk feeling that wanted to run through me. I didn't realize until that moment that my hands were shaking, so I slid them into my pockets and sat down on the lowest step to the ground. I leaned my head on the railing, tears prickling my eyes that were so forceful, they couldn't be held back. Maybe Lars was right, I needed to learn my place in this situation; to see to it that Thorn should be put away or something. But when I thought about it, hurt and wrongness spiked through my nerves, telling me not to do it. This was one of those rare times where I didn't know what the fuck to do, and it scared me. I'm usually the responsible one, up until Thorn came along. Love makes you do stupid things. A voice whispered in my head. I jerked at the sentence, my heart stopping for a moment. Love? I couldn't be in love with Thorn. Hell, we barely knew each other. But I didn't deny that there was something--not love--there for him in me. Friendship or something like that. Just...not love. You'll succumb to your feelings soon. The voice whispered again.
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"Hang in there, kiddo." Leila murmured to me and carried me further off, behind the shelter of the trees as we tried to find a meal for me. That sounded vicious. Then again, I was a demon, vicious was meant to be my middle name. we neared a noisy bar and Leila put me down to rest on a large boulder with a whispered, "One minute." Before dashing off again to snag a couple of lucky drunks. Two minutes later, she sauntered out of the club with three clearly intoxicated men and a brunette, leading them over to my spot. I couldn't hold back any longer, their high spirits calling out to me, so I let my tendrils snake out and encase around them, already starting to feed off their bright souls. It felt refreshing, to say the least, and I thanked the Gods above that the more-I-take-the-hungrier-I-get cravings I had when I fed from Ray, seemed to have disappeared for now. I had my fill, grateful once again that Leila brought along the extra people, knowing i wouldn't be able to control myself better with only one person to feed from. Fifteen minutes later I was feeling a helluva lot better, and she sent the drunk citizens on their way, "Thanks for the contribution." I felt the need to mutter as they stumbled back to the bar with erased memories, the vampire watching them go with amused eyes.
RayThere footsteps behind me, coming down the stairs, then a plop next to me on my own step. I didn't really see who it was, or felt the need to put the effort into my sore neck muscles to turn it and look. But I didn't have to for long. "How are you, Ray?" A silky-smooth voice asked, it belonging to Ashton. I sighed and pushed down a laugh that wanted to come out of my mouth. How would he think I feel? Him and the others sit on the sidelines all the time and watch me get talked to like shit, among other things. "Fucking hunky dory," I replied flatly--and for his ears, I said, I feel like fucking dying. He knew me all too well. I felt him shift, fabric moving against one another. Then, his arm descended upon my shoulder, hugging me into his side--which I didn't realize he was that close. For a moment, I sat there and relished in the feeling of being hugged and, slightly, cared for. But the moment soon passed, and was replaced by curiosity. "What are you doing, Ash?" I sighed, leaning away from him and reclaiming my railing. I could feel the step beneath us shutter softly, from the force of his laugh. It was a good sound after such a hectic night. "You know I'm always here for you, Rayray. I promise." His nickname for me sent a surge of comfort through me. I let a smile spread on my face ever so slightly. How ironic that was, I'll never tell.
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"You sure you want to head back there, Thorn?" Leila's concerned voice broke me out of my musings and I glanced over at her, already nodding, "I'll be fine, Lay. Just stand ready in case I'll need you again. If the council decides my guilt, then I'll need to go into hiding, at least for the next couple of decades." Leila frowned, clearly not liking my plan, but didn't say anything against it, it was my decision. "Alright," She finally murmured softly, "Take care of yourself, sweets. You know where to find me." I grinned crookedly at her as she leaned in and pecked me quickly on the lips, her hand cupping my face as she looked at me fondly. The next second she was gone and I sighed and turned around, ready to head back to my personal hellhole. I made my way back easily and came a stop at the bottom of the hill leading up to the cabin, a frown on my face, wondering whether Ray told anyone about what happened in the cells. There weren't any panicked yells or screams, so I assumed not. But then I'd have to explain why I was out now. Exhaling heavily, I headed up the hill.
RayI ignored Ash for a moment, pondering what the Council will decide for Thorn. I knew right then that I didn't want him to be found guilty. And I had some leverage too, because he fed on me and I'm not dying. At least, not yet. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I mean, we had a couple of days right? Right? I stood up abruptly, then looked down at Ash. "How long was I out?" I asked in a fast motion, staring intently into Ash's black eyes. He looked confused for a moment. "Almost a day, why?" Dammit. That meant that Thorn's trial was the morning after tomorrow. Barely enough time to piss in this situation. "Just wondering. Thanks." I gave him a barely-there smile, and headed back up the porch's steps and through the kitchen in less than ten seconds tops. I really didn't want to be around anybody--Shadowhunters, to be exact--so I went to the only place that could calm me down in any given moment. The balcony. It was in plain sight of everyone, but they knew that I didn't want to be bothered when I was there. It was right beside the big round table that was in the living room, probably not even fifteen feet away from it. It over looked a small town below us, seeing as how we're on a mountain. The lights and nature down there just looked beautiful in the night. Once I got there, I leaned by elbows on the wooden railing the lined all the way around it. What am I going to do?
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By the time I reached the top, I still hadn't come up with an explanation for the Shadowhunters as to why I was out and about and clearly not locked behind the bars of their sodding little cabin in the woods. And it was just my luck that there was a tall man with spiked hair waiting on the porch, his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets as he looked over, surprise and shock etching on his face when he caught sight of me. I frowned, was he out here for a reason? His mouth dropped open like he'd just witnessed the second coming of Christ and I sighed when he whipped his head around to call out something towards the house, the front door still open. Lovely. Here comes the welcoming party. I just kept walking though, my eyes wary as I watched his reaction. Sure enough, a few more of them spilled out of the house and--ah, there was good ol' Jake-the-asshole. I scoffed at the look of complete incredulity and fury in his face when he saw me. What'dya know, there was something good out of coming back unexpected to a group of Shadowhunters, after all.
RayI heard commotion behind me. Turning around, I saw that Jake and Bailey and her sister were headed out on the porch. The hell? Taking up the ounce of courage I had left in me, I walked out a few minutes after Jake had disappeared through the door. Then I saw what it was. Thorn. Just standing there like he was awaiting his punishment. Jake was the first to speak up. "What is he doing out?" He practically yelled it at the top of his lungs, as a veins stood out in his temple and neck. Asshole. Fear took hold of me immediately, blinding me by the consequences that would more than likely follow. "I let him out," I spoke up bravely. All heads turned towards me, but I kept my eyes on Thorn, trying not to break my pretend-bravery. "He needed to feed, and I let him. Now he's back, so there's no big deal." A look of total disbelief washed over Jake's face. "No. Big. Deal?" He took a step toward me, ready to lay it on me, but Lars put a hand on his shoulder.
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I surveyed the small crowd of Shadowhunters with ease as they started arguing amongst themselves, demanding to know how I got out. It was kinda annoying how they seemed to be ignoring me, I mean, come on, I was right here! The least they could do was ask. Before I could clear my throat and speak up though, someone else beat me to it. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Ray's sudden arrival and interruption. Was she fucking kidding me?! I ground my teeth and glared over at her, "Please, she's just trying to cover for me. I got myself out." I shrugged as they turned back around to stare at me, "I was hungry." My eyes screamed for Ray to take the hint and let her part in this go, and my hands clenched up into fists when Jake made a move towards her in anger, "None of this is her fault, if you want someone to punish, its me, so leave her be." My voice was clipped and cold now as I silently dared the ass to come at me instead.
Ray"A Shadowhunter's word is worth more than a demon's." Bailey squeaked out shyly. I almost couldn't believe she had just said that, with me standing right here and being a fellow comrade. I wanted to swivel around and look at her in shock, wondering why she would do something like to me. But I remembered that I had hurt her long before, and she wasn't about to forgive me. "So be it then," Jake said with a fast smile, making my stomach clench a bit at how nasty his wound on his cheek looked when he did so. Lars grabbed my biceps with both hands, and hauled me through the doors. I didn't really complain, because it was for Thorn. So I let him take me. We were probably going to the interrogation room. It was like a police's, but a bit more...old school, if you will. I caught Thorn's eye just before my body was drug back in the house. I gave him a look that read, it's okay, believe me. I'll get out. Then shot him a smile.
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"Ray!" My eyes widened and before I could anticipate it, my demon reared up in fury, red eyes flashing dangerously as it roared from inside. Snarling, I darted forward to follow them, but then Jake was in front of me, shoving me back and sneering at me, "Not so fast, dirtface." Oh, I was going to enjoy this. My fist pulled back and I delivered a quick and fierce punch across the dickhead's jaw. He cried out, stumbled back and fell, but he wasn't out for the count. I would've stayed and gladly drew it out for him, but Ray was being dragged away to God-knows-where, so I whirled around to find three other Shadowhunters staring at me with wide and cautious eyes, their bodies tense for fight. "Where did he take her?" I hissed at the small blonde who'd ratted Ray out, grim satisfaction filling me when she actually shook a little. I would find her myself without any help, but I still had to deal with these three. The guy I'd seen earlier on the porch narrowed his eyes at me and started advancing, so my eyes flashed dangerously at him. He was going down next.
RayI heard Thorn's muffled cry as he said my name; it made me feel absolutely bad. But I couldn't let it get to me, I had to keep strong now. I've been in the interrogation room before, and it was downright horrible. Not what they did to me, what I saw was nerve-wracking enough. I seriously hoped they changed it. Lars' hands on my arms loosened a little, but still kept their hold on me. He also kept quiet, which was good in my defense. I didn't feel like talking either. He opened a door on the left side of the hallway, which lead to yet another hallway. But this corridor was creepy and dark. It was stone and had cracks running in every which way. He opened a huge round wooden door on the left side again, shoving me gently in. What I saw made me stifle my gasp. They hadn't changed. Not a damn bit. Ropes and hooks hung from the ceiling, an operating table was on the far back wall, with metal and leather restraints on the sides. A chair was in the middle of the room, and an electrical surges was on the top of the chair, as if a hat. If I didn't know any better, there was a Silent Brother hovering next to the electrical chair. That scared me. There was a table, right next to it. Which was where Lars sat me down at, or rather pushed me down. The lighting in this place was dim, but there. It almost looked like something out of a old horror movie. "So. Same ole, same ole?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I rested my elbows on the rusting table.
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None of them answered me and it pissed me off all the more. When the guy lunged for me, I ducked him easily and stuck out my leg to trip him, my hand giving him a hard shove against his back as he staggered past me and almost landed face-first in the ground. I dimly heard Jake's groan, but I was too focused on the two girls standing in front of me, one looking rather petrified and the other...not. She scowled and whipped out one of those wicked-looking knives and I almost snorted, making sure I was light on my feet around her when I was really keeping an eye on her aim, hoping she wasn't very good at it. She came at me a couple of times, the knife getting all glowy after she said an Angelic word which burned my ears, seeing as how I was demonic by blood. She managed to slice me up a little here and there, and things got harder when Shaggy pounced back up and joined in as they both took turns trying to make minced meat out of me. I was quick, though, and I'd been in loads of fights with the hunters before, so this was easy-peasy for me. In no time, I'd already knocked out blondie number two, her knife kicked out of her reach as I spun a quick kick to her head, then whirled around to block a swipe from the guy. I kneed him in the stomach viciously and slammed his head onto my knee as he groaned and slumped down to the ground. Then I turned around to find the last of them still standing off to the side, looking scared as hell. To give her credit, she did have her little dagger wielded in front of her, but really, her legs were shaking so much I was almost worried for the kid.
RayThe Silent Brother floated over to the table, and halted right beside it. I had a good look at his pale, bald face. The stitched over his eyes and mouth made butterflies of horror flutter about in my chest. Without warning, he placed a boney hand to my forehead, making my head tilt back from his force. I felt Lars' hands on my shoulders, holding me down. This was not same ole, same ole. A white-hot stab of pain ran through the middle of my forehead, lingering there as long as the Silent Brother held his hand there. I could almost feel it burning my skin. Clenching my hands on either side of the chair's arm rests, I let out a struggled scream, it echoing off the walls a few times. A low hum sounded throughout the room, as the hand on my skin vibrated just a tiny bit. Another stab of pain rocked my head, making me grown then scream again, a bit louder. Then, it all faded, because the Silent Brother took his hand away. I let my head hang low, as a deep voice sounded in my head. It seems that she was telling the truth upon setting the demon free. Though, it seems there are...complications. Complications? I don't think he elaborated any more on the subject before I saw him make a hand gesture that seemed like a go away hand swipe. My mind barely registered, because I felt myself blacking out. Although I did feel someone lifting me up, and carrying me out the door. "It's alright." Lars said.
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My head snapped around at the scream. Ray! Running out of patience now, I growled and advanced dangerously towards the blonde, who yelped and backed up quickly. "Where. The. Fuck. Did. He. Take. Her." Each word was bitten off with enough menace and threat to deliver on with promise. She decided to throw the knife at me then, and I almost groaned at how it landed five feet to my left, clinking down on the ground with a pathetic sound. With the blink of an eye, I was behind her, snatching her arms behind her back in restraining her as I wrapped one leg around the front of her, locking her in. She whimpered, and I savored the sound. "If I find even a scar on her, you better hide from me." I hissed into her ear before cracking the side of my head against hers violently and she gasped, her whole body going limp. I released her quickly and dashed off towards the woods, fiery determination burning through my veins. "RAY!" I bellowed out, my ears strained to catch anything that would give her away. I heard a soft creak and instantly sprang into action, sprinting towards it and skidding to a stop outside a small hut. Jeez, how many of these did they have out here?? Ray's ex was just coming out from behind the door, and she was lying limp in his arms, her head hanging down, eyes closed and face pale. Red clouded my vision and I lost all coherent thought.
RayI was coming in and out of consciousness, trying to walk along beside him. My arm was around Lars' shoulders, and his arm was around my waist, supporting me. When we came out of the hut-entrance, something jarred me awake. I felt Lars jerk to a stop, and tensing every muscle. Opening my eyes, I lifted my heavy head to see what stopped him. I froze. There stood Thorn in his raging glory. And it made me so happy to see him there. So much so, that I took a hesitant step forward. And surprisingly, Lars let me go. "Thorn," I said quietly, almost a little too childlike for my taste. I heard Lars sigh heavily, and heard fabric rustling. "Take her back to her room, Thorn. And give her this." I saw a hand reach out beside me, holding a vial that had some purple-blue liquid in it. "It'll help the pain in her head." I was so surprised that I had to stand up straight from my hunched form, and look back at him with a disbelieving expression. He only smiled sadly at me and nodded. "I see you've made a mess of things too," He said to Thorn, nodding in the general direction of the porch. I saw that the bodies of my fellow Shadowhunters were sprawled out on the ground, but still breathing. I felt a sudden wave of panic, then happiness. They all deserved it. "I suggest you come up with a plan, demon." Lars said after a moment, then trudged toward the porch.
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I could only hear how Ray seemed to whisper my name when she blinked her eyes open and saw me, but everything else was hazy and covered with blinding fury. I snarled and rushed at the guy, my hand going around his throat as familiar wave of déja vu washed over me, shoving him back and away from Ray as soon as I could, "What the fuck did you do to her?!" I all but yelled in his face. "I swear, I'll kill every last one of you bastards!" He struggled in my grip, but I didn't loosen up, my demon growling in appreciation at my random act of violence. I brought him forward and slammed him against the door of the little hut, the whole thing shaking with the force of the impact. I was going to enjoy ripping his throat out. After seeing him paw after Ray like that, the way his eyes trailed after her, how he still seemed to mark her as his. That'sss riiight, kiiilll hiiimm...My demon spoke up, hissing, He ssshhouldn't liiivveee. None of them shhhoouuld... Kill...
Ray"Thorn!" I yelled as he shoved Lars against the hut. Lars made a strangling sound, and started to claw at Thorn's grip. "Let go, Thorn! He's trying to help." I panicked and rushed forward, almost losing my balance as I started to see double vision. "He didn't do this to me, the Silent Brother did." I said, trying to focus on one Thorn that looked more solid than the other. A pain went through my head that was so great, I had to drop to my knees and clutch my forehead, giving a cry of anguish. "Thorn..." I whispered, forming words with my mouth but nothing came out. I needed to tell him that I had to drink that liquid, or I'd pass out and have a seizure. I saw the vial in the leaves a couple feet away from me, but I couldn't gather up the strength to push myself to get it. "Thorn, help me!" I yelled fiercely, trying to snap him out of his silver-red haze.
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Somehow, her pained cry snapped me out of it and I reluctantly dragged myself away from my annoyed demon and released my grip on the boy, letting him drop down to the ground. I quickly strode over to swipe up the vial on the ground and brought it over to Ray, dropping down to my knees as I popped the cap open with steady hands, reaching out to cup her face and bring the bottle to her lips. I tilted her head backwards and slowly poured the liquid into her mouth, softly urging her on, "Shh, there you are....careful.." I made sure she swallowed every last drop, then brought her close to be and cradled her in my arms, two very conflicted feelings battling inside of me. I brushed her hair back gently, careful to look her over for any bruises or signs of injuries, releasing a relieved breath when I found none. Then I touched the side of her face tenderly, "Ray? Angel? Can you hear me?" my eyes searching her face desperately for any more signs of pain.
RayAs soon as the liquid hit my stomach, I felt one-hundred times better. "Yes, thank you, Thorn." I said softly, for only him to hear. I reached up and cupped the side of his face tenderly, my thumb swiping away a bit of dirt under his eye. I smiled up at him reassuringly, while I leaned into his arms. It felt good after a long night of pain and confusion. Though, I knew it had to end sometime, because that's what Thorn did whenever we got too close to one another. And it hurt me. But I couldn't let it show. My other hand came up to clutch a soft hand-full of his shirt. "Will you...take me back to my room?" I whispered softly to him, my throat catching a couple times. My head was still hurting, but not near as bad. Tears of exhaustion came to my eyes, and I made no move to wipe them away when they spilled. I had just about enough of this confusion for one another's feelings for tonight. Right now, I just wanted to be in Thorn's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat.
There was only her. This woman who drives me insanely frustrated time and time again, who pushes my buttons like no other, who seduces me with just a look, undoes me with just a smile, has me wanting her with just one word. This woman who just refuses to go away and dismiss everything I've warned her against. Dimly, at the back of my mind, I realise with depressing thoughts that I would have to be the one to push her away again, and it'll be a thousand times harder after this little episode. But for now...I let out a feral growl, and all my lust, anger, jealousy and desire burst out of me, seizing control of my every thought, my every movement. My hands lifted to grasp either side of her head, enclosing her hands into my palm as I pressed my whole body against her provocatively. "Touch me." I rasped, moving her hands down to my bare chest, leaving a burning trail as I moved her, then released her, letting her take control once more while I buried one hand into her hair, reaching the other to snake around her waist and cup the back of her ass. Damn, but she tasted too good on my tongue. A mixture of something addictive I knew I wouldn't be able to get rid off soon enough. I was devouring her, my mouth craving her taste, my tongue seeking the depth of her cave. Shit, I had it bad for this lady.