Rixas de Sangue: Part 8
I was done telling the story.
I could sense she wanted to come over to me, to comfort me. I wasn’t sure why. Swiftly, she moved to me. I held up my hand.
“I don’t want your pity.” I had to stop her. I couldn’t have her touch me.
Her eyes hardened. Damn! I’d hurt her feelings again. But, she didn’t move from the position she had taken next to me on the couch.
“Why did you call them blood demons?” Her breath was sweet, more potent than before. The hunger raged through me again. “Were they different from vampires?”
“Not really.” I answered her, but I pondered the answer.
“Honestly, it is how we referred to them. At the time, anything humans were threatened by was called a demon. Emil and Solon were ancient when I knew them; and they were very dangerous…definitely frightening enough to be considered demons.”
“Were? What happened to them?” She was too insightful.
“Malachi.” Was all I said.
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
I decided I wanted to know about her. But, as I opened my mouth to ask her, she spoke…so softly, I could barely hear her.
“I must know what this is. I have to know how far it goes…how deep…so…” She looked me in the eyes intently.”…I need you to kiss me.”
My mouth went instantly dry as my galloping heart stuttered, stopped and then restarted. I searched for her eyes but they were now downcast. I moved my hand to lift her chin, I was shivering. Once our eyes met I began to drown in their brilliant indigo depths, further and further I fell. Her breath came out in ragged gasps. I could barely breathe. And when I did breathe in her scent was consuming, searing in my throat and causing deadly saliva to saturate my mouth. I began to shake as I moved my hand to caress her cheek and slid it to weave my fingers through her hair; it was so soft, baby fine- such an exquisite sensation.
I kept my eyes locked to hers as our lips met. I wanted nothing more than this moment in time, nothing existed but the touching of our lips and the electricity that was like a lightning bolt- strong and true coursing through my veins, down into the depths of me. I heard a tortured intake of breath escape her throat and it deepened into a moan that matched my own. Her hand snaked around to the back of my neck- a soft caress, and my skin came alive of its own accord. I shivered…the desire that blazed in me was so acute I knew nothing else in the world existed.
Distracted though I was I heard them approaching on the walkway. Their stealth left whispers of the creatures they were. Angrily I broke the connection – the kiss I craved more than air. Bendis looked at me, confused. I raised a finger silently to my lips and mouthed ‘Be quiet.’ I reached under the couch and palmed the weapon I kept there, a favorite of mine – a zinc alloy roach blade. Her face fell as she realized what was happening.
I was at the door just as it splintered apart and two hulking vampires burst through. I had the first one decapitated as he came through- his head lay at my feet; eyes wide and mouth still moving in shock. The second vampire caught on quickly and moved to defend his self. The kick to my chest was fierce and vibrated my teeth as I flew back. My head shattered the granite counter in the kitchen as it cracked against it.
I was momentarily dazed. In that split second he had Bendis by the arm, yanking her in the opposite direction of which she was trying to run. Her face was a mask of horror as she panicked, pulling away from him. I heard her grunt as she tried to wrench free. The nails of her free hand scratched at his face. He growled raucously as he grabbed a tight hold of her other arm.
My rage knew no bounds to see him touching her, hurting her. He was just beginning to turn; realizing I was behind him, when I ran my blade from his tail bone to his neck and as the flesh split open I had my other hand pushing into the skin separating it more- fingers digging around his spine, pulling outwards. There was a subtle popping sound, a crackle and a horrific squishing as it began to dislodge. His hand dropped from Bendis’ forearm as a gurgle bubbled from his throat. The nerves deadened further as I let go, his legs weakened as he slumped to the floor- a gruesome, flaccid heap folded forward spine protruding through the shreds of his shirt.
My instincts were on alert. Fight or flight. All of it had taken place in the span of just a few minutes. “We have to get out of here. More will be coming soon.” I heard her gasp.
Suddenly, I was desperate to have her see me in a positive light. I searched her face- to see if my ferocity frightened her at all. She was staring at the blood pooling around the figure at her feet, then up to my hands and the splattered gore that covered me. Her eyes widened.
“We have to get you cleaned up.” She grabbed my hand and began leading me to the bathroom stepping over the mess on the floor.
I looked back at her, incredulous. Then, slowly in my disbelief, I shook my head. She astounded me time after time.
As I let her lead me I realized the electricity between us had intensified significantly.
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©2010 N.M Faria
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