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RIXAS DE SANGUE: Part 11

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

Rixas de Sangue: Part 11

Bendis wanted to hunt. I agreed. I needed to be on top of my game if I was going to formulate a plan. I couldn’t afford to be hungry.
 
I normally try not kill my victims, but I was so distracted by her and my new found mission that I let myself get lost in the frenzy and I ended up killing the old destitute man I found on the way.
 
She wanted a different venue; alleyways weren’t her thing. I chuckled at her dismissal and followed her to the downtown area.
 
For some strange reason, watching her stalk her prey was extremely erotic. She moved in a way that was charming, like she was inexperienced; as if she was a young woman hoping to find someone who would give her a happily ever after.
 
But, those she stalked were not gentle or innocent. I watched in awe as she chose carefully; she knew exactly what kind of person she was looking for.
 
The man she picked smelled of wrongness; he had a seediness that oozed off him in nauseating waves. She was sweet when she spoke to him – a naïve innocence seeping into every word, a gentleness that made her very alluring - as if he was the nicest man she had every come across. He swooped in on her thinking he could play his cat and mouse game; not realizing he was the mouse.
 
I kept my distance across the bar, just observing her. She let him buy her a couple of drinks- she even acted like they were affecting her. She played with short strands of her hair, she lightheartedly caressed her neck, and she laughed a friendly giggle.
 
He was actually quite aggressive in his body language. I felt my back bristle when his hand stroked her arm. I nearly came unglued from my chair when he left his hand lay on her leg. I knew better- it’s not like she was in any danger from him. I could hardly watch anymore. I did not like this feeling of jealousy.
 
Then, as if she could sense my discomfort, she finally let him talk her into taking a walk by the river.
 
I smiled to myself. How convenient.
 
She played the innocent part right up to the very end; letting him think he was winning his game. When he moved in to attack her, she was swift and deadly.
 
It was absolutely beautiful to watch. She dumped his body in the water.
 
We walked back to our room in silence. 
 
The charge in the air was amplified – I could almost hear it crackling.  
 
She must have felt the desire pulsing in my veins or perhaps noticed me salivating; because as soon as the door closed behind me she had me pinned to the wall. She was hungrily kissing me; the growling that reverberated from her was feral.
 
I could taste the flavor of the blood still on her tongue – tinny and slightly bitter. My heart was hammering in my ears and I swathed my arms around her. I deepened the kiss. There was no way I was going to let her go; though I didn’t think she was going anywhere.
 
Then, she removed her lips from mine; trailing them along my jaw and I felt her mouth at my neck. My knees fell weak. She was more than strong enough to support me as I swayed. I felt her teeth pierce my skin and I gasped wantonly. I turned my head, whimpering as my mouth found her shoulder. I bit into her flesh.
 
In all my long life I had never exchanged blood with anyone. The experience was very intense. The feeling of my blood, thick and poisonous, being pulled out while the sweet and spicy flavor of hers poured hotly into my mouth.
 
I felt the intoxicating effects of her powerful blood almost immediately and my desire grew to new heights.
 
The lovemaking that followed was beyond primal, and every sensation more profound than I could have thought possible. Time stood still. I do not know how long we were at it and it didn’t matter.
 
We exchanged blood several more times. I don’t think she could help it. I know that I couldn’t. And each time I tasted her blood I became more aware of her.
 
I felt stronger than I ever had. I felt energized, like I could do anything. I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.
 
We lay there for a while just marveling in the afterglow of each other.
 
Then, she sat up on the edge of the bed, turned from away from me. I could feel that something was wrong.
 
“Bendis?” My hand was on her shoulder.
 
“I have to surrender. I have to go back to Malachi.” It felt like my chest caved in.
 
“What? No! I won’t let you.” I felt desperate, she turned back to me.
 
“Amara…” I shivered as she purred my name – I loved the way she said it. “I saw it in the blood… in our blood. I saw how this is supposed to happen. For this to work, I have to do this.”
 
“How am I supposed to protect you?” I was trying to seem rational, but I was panicked.
 
“You don’t have to… not yet anyway.” She smiled gently- that made this feeling worse.
 
“When?”  I hated this feeling of desperation.
 
“Tomorrow evening.” She stated plainly.
 
I couldn’t breathe – so soon?  “No, I need more time with you.”
 
“I can’t. It has to be now… you know that.” She spoke patiently. Didn’t this affect her? Was it only me who felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest?
 
Her hand was interlaced with mine as she looked at me with those smoldering indigo eyes. “It will be fine.” She kissed me sweetly as she pulled me down with her into her embrace.
 
I wish I could have agreed.

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©2010 N.M Faria

RIXAS DE SANGUE (Part 9): By N.M Faria

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

Rixas de Sangue, Part 9

We’d been only driving an hour but I had managed to put well over a hundred miles between us and my burning apartment building.

I hated clean up; it wore me out more than fighting. Having to arrange things to look like an accident, making sure to there was sufficient warning for the other tenants so as to not kill unnecessarily, and being sure key items were effectively destroyed- can’t leave evidence of our existence now can we? I didn’t worry about the bodies- those would disintegrate to ash.
 
I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes as the familiar ache that came with the rising sun crept into my muscles, making my head feel heavy. The lightening of the sky in the distant horizon knotted up my stomach. But, the colors were much more radiant than normal, a pulsating mirage promising…something enchanting.  How long had it been since I’d drank the blood Bendis gave me? I still felt ever so slightly intoxicated. That really wasn’t the right word though. I felt more alive than I had in… well, ever. How had this woman come into my life and, in such a short time, changed that broken part of me?
 
I ran back over the last night in my head. How her blood made me feel. How the kiss made me feel… the taste of her. I felt a shiver catch in my chest. At just that moment I felt her hand on my leg, giving me an encouraging squeeze. My heart stuttered as her touch sent shockwaves through me again.
 
I glanced over at her. We hadn’t spoken since we left everything on fire.
 
“You want to tell me why they were so intent on grabbing you?” I asked.
 
Her face looked pained.
 
“Not really…but I guess I have to now.” She sighed heavily. The sweet mouthwatering delirium filled my nostrils; I let the taste of it sit on my tongue as I deliberated why what she had said kind of hurt my feelings…I had shared so much with her, why did she want to keep things from me?
 
What was I thinking? Why did I care? I tried to ignore my reaction. I couldn’t deal with these thoughts right now. I had to get a hold on myself.
 
Her anxious glance at me told me she was afraid of what she was about to reveal. She quickly looked out the windshield – staring straight into the horizon, I let my gaze follow the same path.
 
Her voice was soft and low, timid.
 
“Malachi’s place as head vizier was null when he fell in with the Aion sect, instead he had the highest power afforded a warrior. The vampire council was still young but very potent. They did not approve of those who worshipped Aion…at first. But, as you know Malachi could be convincing and he garnered a minor position on the council.” She drifted off thoughtfully for just a moment.
 
“When I was born the consensus was they did not know what to do with me. The seers that worked with the council could not see anything with regards to me. So, I was given a handler…Malachi’s companion, Hypatia.” She paused to see how I would react. When I didn’t she went on. 
 
“Hypatia was a very unpleasant individual; she was thought of as the best to deal with me- in case I did not survive the first few years. At first, she treated me like an experiment—reporting all her findings to Malachi. But, over time she became my mentor, my protector and my best friend. As I matured our relationship strengthened and became…more. It was because of her that we discovered that I was a blood witch. I drank from her and saw everything she knew, every plan she had, every hope and desire. Her blood bound us tightly together. I loved her.”
 
I felt a strange tightness, almost a pain, in my chest as she said this… jealousy?
 
Weird.
 
“Due to Malachi’s influence the council was becoming more and more corrupt. Hypatia was keeping many secrets from them. She didn’t want them to know that I had the power to read the blood. She knew that would not bode well. And she was keeping our relationship a secret from Malachi. But, he was more privy to what was going on than she or I realized. One evening I woke with her shrieks in my head and a searing pain all underneath my skin.” Tears welled up in her eyes.
 
“I felt every moment of her execution. She was tortured horribly.”
 
She paused for a long moment. I kept my eyes on the road– knowing that anguish in my own way. She drew in a deep ragged breath and continued.
 
“He made sure I knew she was dead because of me.” I glanced at her and saw a menacing look settling onto her features. “It infuriated him though that I had a special ability that the council was interested in. It was only my status as a Sangue Bruxa protected me. So, he was malicious instead.”
 
The venom welled in my mouth as I felt a protective reaction bleed into my muscles.
 
“The council used me to learn all their enemies secrets—through their blood. Other than that I was afforded quite a bit of freedom. It was easily a century before I took another lover. She disappeared, and I knew she was dead. I couldn’t be sure that it was Malachi, but I suspected. I kept solitary for a long time. But, as you know, it gets lonely. So, I took another lover after that; cautiously keeping her a secret. She burned as well.  I thought he tormented me because he was mad that I had stolen his companion from him. Little did I know that his plan for me was much worse than avenging his pride.”
 
I could feel the vehemence roil off of her; it seeped into my bones and matched my own.

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©2010 N.M Faria