Aftermath.... (PainSister & DarkSister)

[DarkSister]

system freeze and double post...

[Guest91408]

“IDIOT” my mind screamed in the nano-second between trying to shoot her and the way she drove me against the wall. My eyes locked onto the glinting steel just inches from my face, she had opportunity to plunge the knife into my eye…but when she hesitated I looked back at her with a question in my stare. As we slammed to the floor my hands gripped at her arms, desperate to try to keep the hideous looking knife away from me. Our strength seemed well matched but the wound in my leg put me in the disadvantage…that and the fact the scared woman had the knife of course. She backed off a little and I lunged forward with my knee, pushing her from me.

Still I had made no noise, no curse, no grunting or screaming in effort. I got to my feet and my eyes went wide as I saw a single spare bolt within grasp…I scooped it up and leapt towards my cross-bow…she was close behind me so I had not opportunity to aim. I just slammed the bolt into place and swung the bow around and fired. The bolt leapt away and sliced a line along her abdomen. She paused, her eyes wild and staring at me in outraged shock. She threw herself at me just as I ran off at an angle, her body clipped mine and sent me sprawling. I slammed into the glass strewn floor. The wind had blown the heavy rain into the destroyed window and had made the floor around it slippery. I felt my body skidding…sliding towards the cavernous hole out into the wild London weather.

I spread my legs and awkwardly stopped myself from sliding out the third floor window and onto my death far below on the flooded street. Suddenly someone grasped my pony tail and pulled me viciously back away from the window, I turned my head and saw the woman staring back at me…was that a smile on her face…I was exhausted. The emotional and physical strength I had spent in the fight before she had turned up was taking its toll. I tried to flip and wrench free of her grip but she held me firm and brought her foot round hard. Kicking me in the side with a vicious power that drove the air from my lungs. She did it again…perhaps angered by the lack of vocal response I made. It wouldn’t be the first time someone beat me harder because I refused to scream and beg for mercy. It wasn’t because I wasn’t in pain or inwardly pleading for them to stop. I just couldn’t do it out loud.

She pulled me into the centre of the room and squatted next to me, her eyes staring down into mine and through my hard breathing; desperately trying to bring air into my lungs…I felt the power in that stare. Something deep within me stirred and I blinked…who was this woman…and why hadn’t she pushed me out the window…what did she want with me?

[DarkSister]

The silence from her was immutable… not even a grunt from the exertion of our struggle passed her lips. She was on her feet a fraction before me and I followed her gaze… drawing me to the single bolt… she flicked at it and caught it with her fingers drove forwards… I knew that to try and run would present her with an easy target, I had but one choice, to go for her and hope I could reach her before she loaded..

I sprang to my feet, the blade gripped tightly as I charged at her… my defiant cry ringing in my ears… I drew back the blade as she spun about…the crossbow bought to bear, my eyes fell wide as the weapon clicked and the bolt was ejected towards me… I tried to twist away but I was too close and a sudden pain like fire sliced across my abdomen, I gasped hard, my hand raised to meet the thin bloody trail carved through my skin, a flesh wound perhaps… but these could be fatal in the current climate.

My eyes flared as highly charged mix of pain and anger flooded through me, she suddenly started off to run and I launched myself at her and drove her off balance… she spilled across the glass strewn sodden floor towards the great rent in the wall. The force of the impact had caused me to stumble and for a moment I watched as she tried to regain her footing as she teetered on the edge… a fall like that on to the flooded rubble strewn streets would have surely been fatal, and if by some chance she would survive the impact then it wouldn’t be long before the hordes would circle her and descend on her… the last image that would burn into her brain wouldn’t be pleasant.

I rose quickly and skittered across the treacherous ground, I lunged for her the moment it seemed that her balance had tipped… my hand wrapped tightly about her ponytail and I pulled her sharply backwards dragging her across the floor, she turned slowly and our eyes met… I tried to suppress a thin smile on my face… had she been what I had been seeking all this time? I felt my shoulder wrench as suddenly started to put up a struggle, the day had taken its toll on my own body and I was unsure as to how much I could resist her, I drove my foot round and felt it bury hard against her side... her body buckled under the strike, but no sound escaped her lips… just the reflection of pain that coursed over her face and then her wild eyes locked deeply with me again… I felt some deep emotion grip me; it was as though her expression mocked me more than anything she might say… rage flashed across my face and I slammed my foot hard against her again…

I hissed with frustration and dragged her further into the shattered room then lower to my haunches next to her… it was clear we were both spent from the struggle and neither of us made a move in aggression to the other… the wind tore about the room, my long coat caught in its grip as my eyes just stared at her… there was something so captivating about her… she looked so delicate and yet carried such an air about her… deep within I felt something stir, thoughts that I had long since cast aside… it took a moment or too more to shake my gaze free… a thin smile played on my lips…

I reached into my coat and felt the cooling brush of the syringes… my fingers counting along each one until I reached the one I sought and pulled it free… her eyes danced with a primal panic as I raise it to regard the empty chamber… then my gaze dropped to hers… “I think you have something I want….” I whispered… but there were disquieting thoughts running through me, on one hand there was the very tangible possibility that this woman had the ‘holy grail’ pumping through her veins and she didn’t know it… but deeply I questioned if this was the priority that now guided my actions. I moved to sit astride her, as I did so she tried to struggle against me, reaching up and trying to smash the syringe from my hand, I pressed my weight across her and with my free hand clamped it against her throat… my intention wasn’t to cause her damage, rather to hold her still as I leaned over her… the thin needle pressed against her skin. Her eyes flickered through a field of emotions as I took her eyes to mine… the needle depressed against her until I suddenly felt her flesh give way and the steel punctured her, slowly I began to withdraw some of her blood, my eyes watching the richness of her fluid as it swirled in the chamber. Still she struggled and I tried to hold her down a little longer… finally withdrawing the needle and holding it between us… a single drip of blood caught at its end suddenly fell against her cheek… My gaze was drawn to it, the deep red against her pale skin.

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I took in the sight of this woman beneath me… trying to understand the feelings that swelled within me… my attention was diverted as my mind sorted through a barrage of sensations… my mental distraction didn’t go unnoticed as I suddenly felt her strength swell beneath me as she sought to benefit from it.

[Guest91408]

The woman slumped down upon me, I was vaguely aware of the heat of her body pressed against me…but it was the look in her eyes that caught me. I was still struggling to breathe properly when she brought the syringe out from her jacket. My eyes wild and I struggled as much as I could, but my body was still cramping from her kicks. Her hand on my skin, so warm and strong as she held me down…my panic rising as the scratch of the needle entered me and I felt her drawing my blood. I was as still as I could be but couldn’t force my mind from struggling…and wondered at the meaning of her words. The ease she handled the syringe and needle spoke of someone with medical background…perhaps a doctor...but, she had a manic look no doctor I had ever seen held.

She removed the needle and held it between us, my eyes wide and desperate. A splash of blood dripped upon my cheek and her breath caught as she stared down at me. A glaze seemed to drift across her otherwise powerful eyes. My hand had come to rest on a glass shard which I now grasped tightly.

Feeling it slice into my fingers as I held it so tightly…but this was my moment and I lunged up, the syringe spilled from her fingers and dropped to the floor as I brought my hand up in a quick swing. She yelped as I drew the shard down hard into her right breast. I realized it hadn’t punctured very deeply; her thick coat seemed to take out most of the impact. But she was off me and I rolled her away, her hand went out and clasped my top, ripping the material away from my breasts exposing me. I swung my foot at her head but she threw her hands out and caught my foot, twisting me over and smacking me down again. What kind of doctor knew these moves?

I scrabbled at the ground, pain aching throughout my body but she was upon me once more…this time her whole weight pressing down upon my exhausted body. Her eyes were a fiery red as she pulled her coat from her body, revealing the blood that seeped from her breast. She looked from it to me again and again…and I knew I could do no more to resist her properly. Her fingers went to her wound...and I shivered at the smile that lifted her lips.

[DarkSister]

Her body tensed for a moment beneath me, her eyes burned in our locked gaze and I didn’t see her flash of movement until it was too late… her arms scythed through the air, the syringe falling from my grasp… I yelped out as the thin tip of the glass sliced across my breast, a thin furrow of heated pain following quickly in its wake… I gasped as the feeling flowed through me, instinctively I pulled back from her… she began to roll from me but I was desperate not to let her gain any ground on me and I lunged for her, my fingers clasping against her top with force enough to tear it free of her… my eyes fell to her body, here soft pale skin and smooth firm breasts… her skin, though marked with the occasional scar and bruising held me for a moment with its tormented perfection as I hastily tried to make sense of the conflicting torture of my own mind… her foot moved quickly and almost through instinct I raised to block her, twisting it around and driving her to the floor… she dropped with a heavy crack.

But it wasn’t enough to keep her down as already she was attempting to rise to her feet… I drove forward bringing my weight heavily across her and thrusting her back down… my fingers reached out and for a moment traced the slender lines of her cheek before pulling back and shedding the heavy coat from my body… I inhaled deeply and my chest was wracked with a shrill jolt of pain… my mind flared as my thoughts reeled from the memories dredged from my deep past as the pain unlocked something deep… something dark…

“Hold still Celine… this wont take a minute… please… hold still!!! Why won’t you do as you are told bitch… you fucking bitch… HOLD STILL!!!”

my eyes bolted open and fixed deeply on hers… I pulled my top from my body, wincing slightly as it peel from my wound… my chest revealed to her, each breath taken heavily… my gaze dropped to the thin gash in my soft flesh and then to her repeatedly… my mind tormented by its darkest secrets….

“Bitch!!… Why wont this work… its all your fault bitch… why are you such a failure!! I wish you were dead!! Its all your fault…”

M fingers rose to the wound… the tips tracing a line across the cut, smearing the blood on them… my eyes burned as our gaze locked… a dark smile awoke upon my face, I saw the chill that glimmered in her eyes… my fingers rose to my mouth and softly I touched the blood upon my lips, allowing the rich scent to be taken by my breath and its distinctive taste seeped into my mouth.

My fingers reached down to her and whilst they were still stained with my blood I delicately traced across her breast… her soft skin at my touch bringing an almost primal need welling up inside me, a need that hadn’t been sated in so long… I leant over her, my face mere inches from hers, our breasts pressed together with each breath we took… the mark of my fresh blood against her pale body… as my lips moved against her, the primal storm outside reflecting my own that raged within…

[Guest91408]

I allowed a gasp to escape me as she drew her bloody fingers across her lips, oh god…she’s mad…and then another gasp as she drew them across my skin…across my breast…her touch so delicate and contradictory to what had just gone before. The cold wind blowing in from the broken window was taking its toll on my now exposed breasts and as she leant forward her own warm chest brushed my own. Both of us were breathing hard and her gaze locked onto me, her eyes were fiery and passionate. Her breasts pressed harder against my own and I felt my nipples stiffening, inwardly I groaned at my bodies quick betrayal and instantly I was thrown back to a dank winter six years ago….

“Come on Serenity, let yourself go…”

Those whispered words…the man that had been my adoptive father, lover and advisor…both aroused and sickened me. I struggled weakly under this wildly powerful woman, but my arms felt like lead weights and my legs were weaker still. The fight seemingly sapped from me at last…

The fire within her eyes seemed to change, an acknowledgement of my unwilling surrender beneath her. My body may have failed me, but I would be damned if she was to take my mind too. I closed my eyes shut…refusing to allow myself to sink into her powerful gaze. But there I was assaulted by the mocking voices of my past…I tore my eyes open and once more gazed into the depths of my attacker…she seemed to blink, recognizing something within me and we both seemed to shudder in the power of the moment.

I felt her heart beat, fast and hard, against my chest as she pressed tighter against me...and for the first time in many years I realised how I longed for the warmth of another human being against me...

[DarkSister]

The thunder cracked across the wrathful sky, the air seemed charged and my skin prickled as the lightning flashed outside the shattered building, the conflict outside almost matching the intensity of my own… her eyes burned with a determined resolve, but one that seemed to speak of something deeper as she lay beneath me, her body heaving with each breath she took… my own eyes flared at the sight of her soft face so close to me… her lips… her breathing softening. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had physically been so close to someone… I watched her eyes shut tight before me… her face screwed up with defiance… my mind was shaken as I looked down upon her…

Fingers tightening around my throat…“Damn it Celine!… why was I ever cursed with you… you have never bought me anything but pain.” Holding fast against my skin, as I felt my mind taken with a dizzy haze… “You whore…don’t defy me, don’t look at me like that... you will not fail me AGAIN!!” the feeling of being thrust away… the pain and the wetness as my head struck the wall… the cool of the floor as I fade from the waking world…

Her eyes jolted open with suddenness that shocked my mind back… my gaze faltered momentarily as our eyes locked intently, I shuddered a little, it was as though something from her reflected back at me… and for a moment it stilled me, its presence burning inside…

I pressed myself tighter against her, feeling her breath on my face, as I knew she felt mine, my heart pounding against my chest as our breasts crushed each other and our warmth mixed… my hand moved to her face, my fingers gently brushing her tousled hair from her, I felt a deep burning as I gazed at her… feeling within that I was increasingly losing control over, needs and desires that had taken second place in the battle to survive now flared deeply within, burning like I had never felt before…

“You think I don’t know Celine… you think I didn’t SEE!! You owe everything to me… you live because of me and you repay me like this?”

No… I had felt something like this once before but not with the insane intensity that fuelled me now… I needed to feel the warmth of another… but more than that I needed this tainted angel at my grasp… I reach a little further… her lips so close to me, I press tightly against them… my heart spiking at the touch of another woman’s lips… I pull away slightly and regard her face for a moment before tracing my fingers down her face and across her slender neck… I feel an urge rise within me as my fingers tighten a little and I feel the pulse of her blood beneath my palm.

I hold my hand against her throat to still her as I lift from her a little, moving down her body bringing me to her breasts… her chest still heaving. I bring my free hand around the outside curve of her soft mound… trailing my fingers upwards across her breast, tracing close to her nipple… my eyes flick to her, gauging her reaction… still part of me cannot believe that I am taken by this deep need… but I am lost to this pull now, with my eyes still fixed on hers and my hand still resting tightly against her neck I bring my lips down towards her nipple… my tongue flicked out across it, encircling her sensitive flesh before drawing it into my mouth where my tongue continued to play over her….