They are connecting after the high tension of the fight, and for a moment everything seems alright. Okay, so Sounya may need to wear more clothing, it's not like she's changed, right? Right?!
He only notices how everything has shifted while he was watching, when Fleur's knees buckle. His sweet protégé's eyes roll back, as she submits to the ecstasy of eternity. An ecstasy that can kill.
"Grrr."
It filters into his thoughts too late, but the mind can be strange that way, allowing senses to record a sound, a growl, and only play it back when it seems relevant. Sounya's eyes are dark. Not human at all. Once he sees that, the earlier sound filters in.
"Grrr."
He heard it yesterday. Behind Johan. Who at first blocked the door, then almost forcibly threw him in there. Sounya crouched over Thomas. He couldn't believe what had happened, even after seeing the pure fear in the young soldier's eyes.
"Grrr."
She told him things were wrong. She'd warned him, maybe. And then her fangs were in his wrist, impossible to get free. He had been too worried, for Thomas, for her, or he could have been like Fleur now, a puppet led by senses that could get one killed. But somehow he'd gotten through, with words, with pleading. Not wanting anyone to see how dangerous she was right then. Not wanting to see it himself.
"No!" His hands are on his lover's skin, furry beneath his fingers, and on his childe's, swiftly cooling. "Stop, please!"
All the pieces of the puzzle slide together. Not strong enough to stop her. Drank from kindred four times yesterday. Attacked the enemy as if in frenzy... He hadn't wanted to see it.
He just doesn't want to lose her too.
"Grrrrrr."
The sound is earthy and reverberates through the trees. It originates from a dark shape, beyond, that Vid's eyes are immediately trained on. Through a feat of will he creates the (by now well known to Fleur but new to Dusza) ice bucket effect down his lover's spine. Please stop please stop please, he thinks at her loudly.
2019-05 : The Beast
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Sofia
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She floads, the energy, the emotions and desire fills her body, fills her systems, feed the beast as the woman as well. She would purr if she had the possibility to breath and make any sound, but oh this sweetness, this wonderful madness. She wants to drown herself and Fleur in this feeling. Why stoping? Why holding back? Equality already shifted. Since yesterday equality doesnt matter any more, right? Right?!
Again she feels his hands on her body, something that has always grounded her, but now encourages her. She slows down, want to melt the pleasure on her tongue. Savouring ever single drop of this wonderfullness.
She is standing upright, looking around in the world, free and self-demanding. No leash, no cage. She wants to hunt, to have sex, to bath, to hunt, to just live at it fulliest. Nothing is holding her back anymore. No one can stop her! Right?!
A bucket of ice cold water down her spine stops her, brings her back and with a growl, a scream on her lips she releases Fleur out of her grip, stumbles a few meter back. Her hand, no matter which one on her mouth is she looking into the situation from an other ankle. She did it again, right? She failed! Again.
Slowly like a fallen tree she drops to her knees, looks with panic and such a hatred for herself up to her beloved. She is a danger for them. Maybe when she feels more in controll again. But will she ever have that quantity of controll that is necessary? Will she ever can go back to her normal life? Isnt everything already said and done? All this already had passed her mind and now is yelling at her.
She claws against her skin, wants out, wants controll, wants to go and drink now from him. He has still enough to feed on! Her body shudders, trembles of shock and fear. Fear? Yes, Sounya is terrified. How could a fucking night just destroy everything? Will they ever understand what it has cost her. The pain she feels right now, the itching and scratching under her skin makes her sick. Her inner fight has never ended, everything else would have been just a dream.
Slowly she forces words out. Not enough maybe, but she needs to say them nevertheless. She takes a deep breath and looks down on her trembling hands. "I am sorry, i ....!"
What could you say? What would make it better? She is broken! Maybe when she had more time? Maybe, right? There is still hope, right? Right?!
Again she feels his hands on her body, something that has always grounded her, but now encourages her. She slows down, want to melt the pleasure on her tongue. Savouring ever single drop of this wonderfullness.
She is standing upright, looking around in the world, free and self-demanding. No leash, no cage. She wants to hunt, to have sex, to bath, to hunt, to just live at it fulliest. Nothing is holding her back anymore. No one can stop her! Right?!
A bucket of ice cold water down her spine stops her, brings her back and with a growl, a scream on her lips she releases Fleur out of her grip, stumbles a few meter back. Her hand, no matter which one on her mouth is she looking into the situation from an other ankle. She did it again, right? She failed! Again.
Slowly like a fallen tree she drops to her knees, looks with panic and such a hatred for herself up to her beloved. She is a danger for them. Maybe when she feels more in controll again. But will she ever have that quantity of controll that is necessary? Will she ever can go back to her normal life? Isnt everything already said and done? All this already had passed her mind and now is yelling at her.
She claws against her skin, wants out, wants controll, wants to go and drink now from him. He has still enough to feed on! Her body shudders, trembles of shock and fear. Fear? Yes, Sounya is terrified. How could a fucking night just destroy everything? Will they ever understand what it has cost her. The pain she feels right now, the itching and scratching under her skin makes her sick. Her inner fight has never ended, everything else would have been just a dream.
Slowly she forces words out. Not enough maybe, but she needs to say them nevertheless. She takes a deep breath and looks down on her trembling hands. "I am sorry, i ....!"
What could you say? What would make it better? She is broken! Maybe when she had more time? Maybe, right? There is still hope, right? Right?!
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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The nice feeling suddenly stops and fear comes bubbling to the surface.
When Fleur thinks back on this moment years later only the love and goodness remains. But still wondering how she managed to stay on her feet.
Unstable she tries to take a stepforward, to comfort her love. The two red lines on her cheeks are dramatic as ever and the fire like curls are swirling in every direction.
"Sounya all is..." Fleur looks at something behind Sounya her left shoulder. "Behind you" she wispers softly, while taking an unsteady step back. Fear clearly seen in her eyes and every move.
When Fleur thinks back on this moment years later only the love and goodness remains. But still wondering how she managed to stay on her feet.
Unstable she tries to take a stepforward, to comfort her love. The two red lines on her cheeks are dramatic as ever and the fire like curls are swirling in every direction.
"Sounya all is..." Fleur looks at something behind Sounya her left shoulder. "Behind you" she wispers softly, while taking an unsteady step back. Fear clearly seen in her eyes and every move.
Everything happens for a reason
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Vid
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She lets go, and a panicked relief washes over Vid. Some moments are bigger, more impactful to the timeline of our existence. Before, many such moments have taken him by surprise. But this time he realises it: the decisions made this night, by all involved, will change their lives. Please, he thinks, let it be for the better, despite how grim the future may look right now!
"Fleur," his voice is strained. It's hard to form the words. "Can you start the car?"
He opens his arms wide, facing his errant ally. "Kamava, please, we need to run. If that's.. a werewolf.. it's faster than us. Follow Fleur!"
The shape moves through the underbrush, slow but crouched down to pounce. The unearthly growl can be more felt than heard now, and speaks of claws and fangs and death... Challenging any to try and live.
"Fleur," his voice is strained. It's hard to form the words. "Can you start the car?"
He opens his arms wide, facing his errant ally. "Kamava, please, we need to run. If that's.. a werewolf.. it's faster than us. Follow Fleur!"
The shape moves through the underbrush, slow but crouched down to pounce. The unearthly growl can be more felt than heard now, and speaks of claws and fangs and death... Challenging any to try and live.
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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Sofia
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Fleur is unsteady on her feets, she had taken too much. Way to much! Why couldnt she stop without being forced to stop? Where is the selfcontrol she learned over these decades?
Fleurs words let her raise her head. Hope is shining in her eyes, before she sees the look of terror on Fleurs face. Sounya inclines her head, blinks a couple of times, before Vid jumps into action. He, the man who never orders, orders Fleur to go to the van. She slowly raises her body and the trembling finally stops.
A werwhat? These are just a myth! There are not real, right? But you believe in fairys and fairyprinces, but dont believe that werwolfs excists? - Ah, fuck off, asshole! But running? She knows how much she reacts, when her prey is running. She knows the adrenalin rush through her body so well, the heat, the feeling of being alive and in control. She would have snorted in laughter if the topic wouldnt be so serious.
Finally her sense of alarm rings and all the short hair in her neck starts to raise. It doesnt matter, if this is a werwolf or an other threat, what matters is, that she could buy them time. Fleur is not fast, because of being unsteady. Something she had done to her. She is already doom, she can try to protect her beloved again and maybe not let them down.
"Go!", she said hoarsly, making one step forward, giving Vid and Fleur a kiss on their lips. "I love you.", she whispers, tears start to run down her face, before she shoves them into the right direction.
"Go. I buy you the time you need to escape." She turns around, didnt give them the oppurtunity to hold her back together. Not that both could have hold her back, but she knows what is laying in front of her. Her fangs are out, a threatening, challenging growl in her throat, forces its way out. Her claw out and now no longer sweet Sounya, no. This is the force of nature, what would go down again trying to protect what is her own.
She walks slowly, just a whisper on her lips, not sure if they will hear it, but she needs to say it nevertheless. "Say Thomas i love him.". Her last words before she throws herself against this opponent, that is way biger than everything she fighted in her excistence before. She wanted to say so much more, but fate is against her.
Maybe fate had brought her to this point of her live in this condition. No one knows, except for the mother! Maybe she will survive this! Maybe not. The winner takes it all!
https://youtu.be/d2FtsADVInk
Fleurs words let her raise her head. Hope is shining in her eyes, before she sees the look of terror on Fleurs face. Sounya inclines her head, blinks a couple of times, before Vid jumps into action. He, the man who never orders, orders Fleur to go to the van. She slowly raises her body and the trembling finally stops.
A werwhat? These are just a myth! There are not real, right? But you believe in fairys and fairyprinces, but dont believe that werwolfs excists? - Ah, fuck off, asshole! But running? She knows how much she reacts, when her prey is running. She knows the adrenalin rush through her body so well, the heat, the feeling of being alive and in control. She would have snorted in laughter if the topic wouldnt be so serious.
Finally her sense of alarm rings and all the short hair in her neck starts to raise. It doesnt matter, if this is a werwolf or an other threat, what matters is, that she could buy them time. Fleur is not fast, because of being unsteady. Something she had done to her. She is already doom, she can try to protect her beloved again and maybe not let them down.
"Go!", she said hoarsly, making one step forward, giving Vid and Fleur a kiss on their lips. "I love you.", she whispers, tears start to run down her face, before she shoves them into the right direction.
"Go. I buy you the time you need to escape." She turns around, didnt give them the oppurtunity to hold her back together. Not that both could have hold her back, but she knows what is laying in front of her. Her fangs are out, a threatening, challenging growl in her throat, forces its way out. Her claw out and now no longer sweet Sounya, no. This is the force of nature, what would go down again trying to protect what is her own.
She walks slowly, just a whisper on her lips, not sure if they will hear it, but she needs to say it nevertheless. "Say Thomas i love him.". Her last words before she throws herself against this opponent, that is way biger than everything she fighted in her excistence before. She wanted to say so much more, but fate is against her.
Maybe fate had brought her to this point of her live in this condition. No one knows, except for the mother! Maybe she will survive this! Maybe not. The winner takes it all!
https://youtu.be/d2FtsADVInk
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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Fleur looks at Vid, so scared. Spots of yellow are appearing in her eyes.
Slowly she starts walking backwards, eyes focused on the location of the growl.
Then Dusza her lips touch hers, she knows what she is about to do, and she remembers her job when they where traveling towards Hungary.
Fleur takes the last steps to Vid and tries to take his hand, he has to come. He has to come!
Then her little light appears next to her ear and starts pulling on her red locks. Which feels like years, only was seconds. Fleur is walking fast to the car, face tainted with dark red lines.
Slowly she starts walking backwards, eyes focused on the location of the growl.
Then Dusza her lips touch hers, she knows what she is about to do, and she remembers her job when they where traveling towards Hungary.
Fleur takes the last steps to Vid and tries to take his hand, he has to come. He has to come!
Then her little light appears next to her ear and starts pulling on her red locks. Which feels like years, only was seconds. Fleur is walking fast to the car, face tainted with dark red lines.
Everything happens for a reason
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Vid
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"Nooo, Kamava..!" His voice echoes after her, filled to the brim with emotion. 'Tell Thomas..' resounds in his mind, a farewell if ever he heard one. Decisions that shape our lives. He can't leave. But he can disappear.
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The dark shape turns to Sounya, acknowledging the challenger with a feral growl. Its fur is black as night, teeth bright as silver, eyes amber fires: a walking nightmare that towers over the gangrel by a full meter, before it goes down on all fours and charges.
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The dark shape turns to Sounya, acknowledging the challenger with a feral growl. Its fur is black as night, teeth bright as silver, eyes amber fires: a walking nightmare that towers over the gangrel by a full meter, before it goes down on all fours and charges.
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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Her steps are again punctuated, the target coming now into view and she feels something inside her cracking. Vids voices pushes her forward, he dont want her to go. Voice it and this means so much to her. Her petname, her name on his lips is something that makes her more determined to do what needs to be done.
In a different universe they would have taken the run together, in a different universe no one would have left anybody behind, in a different universe they had fought together, maybe even died together or succeded. They have been through so many things, maybe they had survived this as well. But who is she, that she counts on a maybe! And again maybe she survive this! Hope can be a great motivator.
The dark shape turns into her direction, answers her challenge. Now was not the time to think anymore, it was the time to act. Whatever this beast is, its feral and deadly. Her maybe becomes a very small option, but nevertheless she will do whatever she can to buy them time. Its height could be her advantage, maybe this beast is not that fast because of his weight. Again a maybe.
She never has seen anything before, never had fighted something like that before. On the other hand this beast seem pretty familiar with any kind of threat. Her disadvantage, she knows it. Something that could cost her live. Maybe.
It gos on all fours and charges and the curse on Sounyas lips dies, when she throws herself sidways. Be smart, be tough, be agil. Use his weight and height against him!
Her hiss echos in the night, using her abilities of blood to give her a bit more space, a bit more time to think of a good tactic to survive this. Maybe.
He stumbles barely, nearly not affected by her force of blood. These kind of beasts seem to be not only biger, also more adjust to the way of the kindreds. But a Werwolf? Not enough time for Sounya to really think about it. Finally she charges forward as well. Her claws finds gruffy fur and breaks through skin. The smell of blood fills her nostrils, but the beast is fast. His open side is closed, his arms so much longer then hers. It doesnt seem to be dissapointed about his small wound, he dont care. No, this encourages it even then ever. "Scheiße!"
The ground is vibrating by the force of these two opponents. One fighting because it wants to, the other to protect and survive. The feral beast charges forward, once, twice and always Sounya trys to get away with fast movements, getting out of his reach. Hold him in this fight, try not get hurt, give them time, the only thoughts running through her mind over and over again.
She stumbles over an uneaven part of the ground and the beast uses this for his advantage. His claws clashes through her skin, giving her a deep gash. Now the smell of her and his blood fills the night. She suppress the painscream. His claws more forceful, more dangerous then hers. How is this possible? She holds her chest, a growl on her lips, stumbles back, again out of reach.
But it takes only a few steps of this beast to follow her now slowlier movements. She needs to come closer. She dont have such an armlength as this thing has.
She dont know how much time has passed, but she know that her maybe is off the table. Alone she will not stand a chance. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Decisions are made and Sounya nods more to herself then to anybody in particularly. She charges foward, claws forward. No carefullness anymore, no holding back anymore, no more avoiding and bringing herself out of reach, no more maybe.
Her claws sinks deep into his chest, making a great impact, before his both claws rips her side wide open. She screams painfully, when the beast pushes her away, her claws looses contact to its body, when he throws her a few meters. Her body is rolling over and over, before she stops, laying on her back, harshly breathing, pain radiating through her body and blood dripping out of her deadly wounds.
The feral growl in his lips let her blink a few time. Surely he follows her and his prey, hoovers over her, wants nothing more then to finalizes his win.
Peace unfolds in Sounyas mind and broken body. She starts so smile a bloody smile. Maybe is not important anymore.
The winner takes it all.
Her claws rips into his leg veins, cutting them deeply open, before the beast charges against her. His scream and feral growl the last thing she hears, before darkness embraces her.
Parts of a song starts to play: ... And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home...
In a different universe they would have taken the run together, in a different universe no one would have left anybody behind, in a different universe they had fought together, maybe even died together or succeded. They have been through so many things, maybe they had survived this as well. But who is she, that she counts on a maybe! And again maybe she survive this! Hope can be a great motivator.
The dark shape turns into her direction, answers her challenge. Now was not the time to think anymore, it was the time to act. Whatever this beast is, its feral and deadly. Her maybe becomes a very small option, but nevertheless she will do whatever she can to buy them time. Its height could be her advantage, maybe this beast is not that fast because of his weight. Again a maybe.
She never has seen anything before, never had fighted something like that before. On the other hand this beast seem pretty familiar with any kind of threat. Her disadvantage, she knows it. Something that could cost her live. Maybe.
It gos on all fours and charges and the curse on Sounyas lips dies, when she throws herself sidways. Be smart, be tough, be agil. Use his weight and height against him!
Her hiss echos in the night, using her abilities of blood to give her a bit more space, a bit more time to think of a good tactic to survive this. Maybe.
He stumbles barely, nearly not affected by her force of blood. These kind of beasts seem to be not only biger, also more adjust to the way of the kindreds. But a Werwolf? Not enough time for Sounya to really think about it. Finally she charges forward as well. Her claws finds gruffy fur and breaks through skin. The smell of blood fills her nostrils, but the beast is fast. His open side is closed, his arms so much longer then hers. It doesnt seem to be dissapointed about his small wound, he dont care. No, this encourages it even then ever. "Scheiße!"
The ground is vibrating by the force of these two opponents. One fighting because it wants to, the other to protect and survive. The feral beast charges forward, once, twice and always Sounya trys to get away with fast movements, getting out of his reach. Hold him in this fight, try not get hurt, give them time, the only thoughts running through her mind over and over again.
She stumbles over an uneaven part of the ground and the beast uses this for his advantage. His claws clashes through her skin, giving her a deep gash. Now the smell of her and his blood fills the night. She suppress the painscream. His claws more forceful, more dangerous then hers. How is this possible? She holds her chest, a growl on her lips, stumbles back, again out of reach.
But it takes only a few steps of this beast to follow her now slowlier movements. She needs to come closer. She dont have such an armlength as this thing has.
She dont know how much time has passed, but she know that her maybe is off the table. Alone she will not stand a chance. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Decisions are made and Sounya nods more to herself then to anybody in particularly. She charges foward, claws forward. No carefullness anymore, no holding back anymore, no more avoiding and bringing herself out of reach, no more maybe.
Her claws sinks deep into his chest, making a great impact, before his both claws rips her side wide open. She screams painfully, when the beast pushes her away, her claws looses contact to its body, when he throws her a few meters. Her body is rolling over and over, before she stops, laying on her back, harshly breathing, pain radiating through her body and blood dripping out of her deadly wounds.
The feral growl in his lips let her blink a few time. Surely he follows her and his prey, hoovers over her, wants nothing more then to finalizes his win.
Peace unfolds in Sounyas mind and broken body. She starts so smile a bloody smile. Maybe is not important anymore.
The winner takes it all.
Her claws rips into his leg veins, cutting them deeply open, before the beast charges against her. His scream and feral growl the last thing she hears, before darkness embraces her.
Parts of a song starts to play: ... And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home...
Life is too short to listen to bad music.
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Vid
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He's met a werewolf once. Andrzey called one 'friend'; a man who looked little different from any mortal, though his neck hairs had stood on end even at a distance. And he'd heard one fight, just a room over, during the battle for Helsinki. It had ripped vampires apart with little trouble, he'd heard, not distinguishing friend from foe in that moment. Vid decided then that he'd never wish to meet one up close, understanding the 'run if ever you hear of one,' Ferryn had instructed him.
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The death in furs is already healing when it walks away, tendons knitting and skin closing. This was never a fair fight.
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A raven alerts her, cawing and landing on the hood of the van. It flies up, circles once, then sits back down. 'Come', in raven speak, the little language Vid developed with them.
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The death in furs is already healing when it walks away, tendons knitting and skin closing. This was never a fair fight.
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A raven alerts her, cawing and landing on the hood of the van. It flies up, circles once, then sits back down. 'Come', in raven speak, the little language Vid developed with them.
I'm dead but smiling, an honour-bound betrayer and a cruel Samaritan. I feel old though I am young.
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She starts the van, blood tears running down her face and staining her jeans.
Her hands are shaking and she can barely see where she drives.
A loud sound alerts her that the van has a new scratch.
The growth becomes to tiedly packed together. Fleur jumps out of the car leaving it running.
She runs the last it, lead by the ravens call.
Her hands are shaking and she can barely see where she drives.
A loud sound alerts her that the van has a new scratch.
The growth becomes to tiedly packed together. Fleur jumps out of the car leaving it running.
She runs the last it, lead by the ravens call.
Everything happens for a reason