Vivid//Lucid

The more he went, the more violent he got. The deeper he fell into the passion of the moment the more he had this urge to tear her up. Her nails dug in and it was like a fuel injection, he began pumping even faster, harder, almost the full of him going in every time. He saw the blood trickling from her lip, and his face darted for it, licking the drops trail as it dripped from her chin to her throat. it was there he bit into her, not bothering to stop, more, more of her, he wanted all of her. His hands gripped her ass and he began dragging them down the sides of her hips as he pumped, making sure a blood came from every finger. Still he sucked on her nick, the blood overflowing in his mouth, he was forced to pull away to take a breath. more still he craved. He slammed into her harder, running his hand down the back of her ribcage, again drawing blood in a violent stream of read. His hands latched around her and dug in. Blood once again started coming down from the puncture points. Then from some unconcievable force with in, he moved even faster and harder, to the point where it was even slightly hurting him. his hands raked down her back and he kissed her forcefully, making sure his tooth cut her lip so that her blood pooled in his mouth. He would cum again soon, but he was pretty sure that enjoying this to the fullest and would cum just as soon, if not sooner.

 

She came, and it was more than he could take. she constant contracting and expanding of her was just too much. He came, almost in time with her. He thrust hard into her as he felt the hot jets of his cum shoot from him and into her. He just stayed inside her while they kissed both their breathing returning to slightly more normal. He felt the load of both their fluids mixing and at last pulled out as he laid her on the bed.
They continued to kiss for a little while longer. He breathed deeply as is his sanity seeped back into him. That had been bliss. At this point he was glad she dragged him out of cirque, or this may have never happened.
He put one of his hands behind his head and the other over her hair, patting it softly. He looked at the clock. 4 hours had passed.
<span style='color:green'>Time must have been moving faster than he was</span> he grinned privately to himself. He held her close to him as he took another deep sigh, and basked in the after glow of what he'd just done

 

She clang to him, and he felt ultimate satisfaction in himself. She was great. She was better than great, she was amazing. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered still how this came about, but those thoughts where wiped from his head as she lay her head on his chest.


<span style='color:green'>Sometimes you're just impossibly beautiful, and adorable</span> he teased letting his hand brush her hair again. He loved this woman. She was cool and he loved that too. He pulled her up to his lips where he kissed her gently this time. <span style='color:green'>Beautiful, adorable, and absolutely incredible in bed to boot"</span> he grinned before lying back and continuing to enjoy the peaceful bliss

 

The quote was sweet and made him feel like he was somewhat important to her. He felt for the first time in a long time, like he'd been able to just relax and not be on end with someone, to be what he was without the mask of a killer or demon. He thanked her for the words by kissing the top of her head. He sat up, forcing her to let go. He kissed her cheek, pulled the covers up over her, and then left for the kitchen returning with two glasses and a couple bottles of blood. He then got back under the covers and cuddled up again next to her.

<span style='color:green'>"the way I see it bella, we've both earned a day in bed. I've got some blood here just in case, but for now, it is my greatest desire to just lay here with you."</span> He had no idea what the next night would bring, but tonight, he would have given all he had to make it last.

 

He looked at her smile and returned it genuinely. She really was adorably adorable when she chose to be. He let her head rise and fall with his chest as he breathed in and out in deep sighs. He could still smell her sex, coming from her, but it was begining to fade.

He kissed her again not being able to resist her charm and he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her completely on top of him.

<span style='color:green'>"am I still the evil villian you thought me to be two nights ago bella?"</span>He grinned, hoping truly that she really had changed her opinion of him. his arms where still securely fastened around her waist as he looked up at her. If this was what awaited him in the world of vampdragons, then he would definately endure any punishment that lay ahead of him

 

not the answer he'd hoped for but he took it with a grain of salt. <span style='color:green'>
"but don't you see! i am evil, i've been eating you out of house and home, wasting your water and got you shitfaced in the span of two nights!"</span>he teased, faking a maniacle laugh. he let his hands run up and down the sides of her legs out of need for something to do.

<span style='color:green'>"I know my opinions on you among other things, have changed consistantly, over the past few nights. you have managed to flip my world upside down. I used to hate you...now...well i guess i'll let you figure that one out."</span>

Truth was he couldn't take anything serious right now. The blood was still pumping through him quite harsh and it was giving him a headache. He pulled her up in play and hid his face in her breasts while holding her to him, looking for something warm and soft to hid his tired face in.
<span style='color:green'>"i sthink i jusht shtay like this for a while,"</span> he teased, trying to speak through her cleavage and fur. He just wanted to relax and have a little fun, serious stuff could come later.

 

The night had been good, but the fun was over. Although his brain was in somewhat of a vegitative state, it took no effort to define the unpleasant tone of the conversation. She slipped back into nuetral and he was frustrated. Viet...he hated this character, he could pick up faint traces of his voice and that was all it took. His mind shifted and he slipped back beneath the cuthroat robe that had dawned him all his life. The fun was done, now it was business. leaned on his back and did a handspring out of bed. He picked up the belts and put on his pants.

<span style='color:green'>"So be it. If thats the case then I will attend to matters now. I'm taking a leave of absence to prepare. i will be gone throughout the night and the day. The sun will not burn me, and if need be i'll shroud myself in shadow. I will return by twilight the next eve, I expect you and your "slave" will be prepared enough by then."</span>
He said in monotone, striding out to the kitchen. They'd more of a mess then he'd thought. Oh well, there'd be time for that later. He flung his coat on and picked up the notebook he'd aquired and flipped through it. His eyes darted across the pages quick as a flick as his mind absorbed every letter on the page. There was an assortment of spells, magical items and ingrdients with spell like properties. These would be useful. There was also another deamon ritual in the back. he'd have to pact with it when they slept.

His razor glare had returned to his face and the world was once again a very dark place. He let his aura of darkness slip back around him. He made sure that it was laced heavily with threat. There where things bigger than him going on, but he doubted either Viet or leah would give him his answers. He'd take them if he needed.

He turned to her in the exit before heading out the door.
<span style='color:green'>"And i swear by the black gods and the soul of my mother if Viet shows up before planned it WILL be his head on my wall in place of yours."</span>
He had not forgotten the events of the previous nights. He'd lost his life and freedom. She had taken it. His freedom would be his again if it was the last thing he did. And though it pained his heart to think of it. if she stood in his path, he'd take her out to.

 

Displeasure was the tone of what left of the eve. Not rage, or anger, just cold displeasure. Under the confusion of Leah's presence and the events of the nights both present and previous he'd forgotten who he was. She had lulled him, and for a brief moment in time he thought perhaps she'd given a damn. He grumbled. That would be the last time he made that mistake. He was a monster. No one loved monsters.

The rain poured upon his head but he only noticed the drops that hit his eyes. He didn't care. It had been a good couple hours since he left, and his belt hung heavy on his waist, replenished and stocked with new ingredients for the new spells. He'd been reading up on this demon ritual, and apparently it was a sort of sentient mist that acted as a shield and a smoke screen. Apparently it could also manifest weapons and bestow upon them the ability to launch a sort of ranged attack with as long as it was melee . Indeed this creature would be useful, but its requirements for satisfaction where high indeed. The first major requirement was blood, but he had plenty of that. The second was to actually breath in the beast and let it travel through every inch of him, it was apparently very, very painful, and could even drive one mad, but he'd suffered pains worse than that, he was sure. The last though was disturbing. Since the demon wasn't a parasite, it needed a host body to consume and take form with. He needed a living sacrafice of another "dragon that the body could demolish into a black smog. Fortunately though once it had its form it could be called and dispersed with a simple blood offering of the owner. Despite his earlier actions, he disliked to kill, but he gathered that given the circumstances, the fact that he would probably now have to kill to survive, and the fact that he was in a really bad mood, he could make another exception.

He walked down a back alley and he was met by the eyes of beggars. there was a group of perhaps ten of them huddled under one overhang. He stood under the over hang next to them, and as he thought they might, shuddered away from him. His deep yellow eyes peeled over everyone, until he found his choice. A man, a thick white beard hung on his face and rags of clothing that might have once been good a decade or two ago. He was Quite gaunt and shivering to the bone. He was blistered and beaten. Suddenly the man coughed and blood spat forth from his mouth. this one was dying. He gazed the man in the eyes as he quivered on the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He walked over to the man and pulled him to his feet with the tug of one hand. The man looked up at him, the sense of dread only now seeping into him. He gave the man a look to keep quiet, and began pulling him away without a word. The man did not resist. For another hour they walked. walked deep into the forest where the rain would no longer batter their heads. he released his death grip on the mans had and once again looked the man in the eyes. fear no longer inhabited his eyes.
<span style='color:gray'>"You have come to take my life have you? angel of death?"</span>

the words shocked him. The man must be mad on top of senile. But he did not judge the arden, and decided it would be best if he let the man be.

<span style='color:gray'>"I know well my time has come, i've seen it for many days now. I do not wish ill on you young prophet. But i need no wisdom to see the hatred and anger in you. I also see the black that lives within you. Be it far from me to tell someone of your stature how to live, but let an old 'dragon have a few last words."</span>

Medivh stood stunned, with his back turned to the man. Who was this beggar he had picked? did it matter? But how could a random stranger know so much? He took pity on the arden and nodded his consent for him to say his piece. it was the least he could do. He didn't even have to listen, he could just continue to set up the ritual as he needed.

The man continued as if he already knew Medivh would listen anyways.
<span style='color:gray'>"Once, i too stood in my youth, strong and proud, eager to show this world what strengths i had. Little did i know of how the world would turn itself on me and consume me for what i was worth. I lost everything. I became cold and secluded, my heart closed from everyone that walked this planet. Nothing had value and this world was empty. Soon even my strength turned from me and i lost what power I had and for a long time, I lived in shambles. Until i saw you in my dreams. I have since then in my feeble age, opened myself to the world once again, and now despite my sickness, pain, and poverty, i am happy. So in closing before my soul deports from this world i have one piece of advice that will help you. To live without the love of a lover, is indeed hard. To lose the love of family is harder still, But to lack the love of friends and allies, is the only time when you truly are a monster. Don't be a fool, find what you love and hold it dear, and you will find that perhaps a bit of light is needed to make the dark seem darker."</span>

Medivh found himself standing still hunched over his ritual not saying anything. He could almost swear this man had known him his whole life. This was ridiculous. He did not know how but, this man had seen much more into himself then perhaps even his parents. He finished up his ritual prep without another word. He directed the man to lay in the proper area, but found that he already had. He pulled his knife from his belt and lit the outer circle on fire. it ignited as he began to chant the ritual in deamonic tongue. he poured powders and burned esscences until all the words where said and done and he stood over the man who lay peaceful in the center.

<span style='color:green'>"any last words?</span> he said grimly standing over the man, knife in hand waiting to pierce the heart of his odd sacrafice.

<span style='color:gray'>"Death is not always murder, but sometimes salvation."</span>

Medivh plunged into the heart of the man, but at once glance into the ardens eyes and he could see that he was already dead. He shed no tears for the stranger, and finished the last few lines of demonic as best he could. The mans body began burning as a line of fire spread beneath his back. Black, blacker and then blacker still the body burned until even the bones became nothing but a black cloud of smoke. The smoke hovered directly above where the body had previously been and began to puff and bellow. Medivh spoke to the cloud knowing it was in fact alive, presenting himself as its master, and began to breath deeply. The foul cloud filled his lungs. It felt as though every fiber of him was burning. he let out a cry and doubled over in agonizing pain. He tried to breath deeply but found that painful too and so he choked even further. For five minuets he choked, barely getting enough air to remain concious, until at last it was time for the final part. through all his will he picked up his knife, and without even thinking he slammed it through his wrist and pulled it out. The smoke began bellowing out of the wound, keeping it open.

The pain left him and he dropped to the ground, breathing deeply and thankfully. The cloud, twirled around him, but now it did not suffocate him, or threaten him. Medivh gestured for the cloud to head over to where the body had been. it did so without hesitation. He hucked his knife at it. The into the cloud and was shortly after hucked right back out at him. After dodging it he pulled the knife from the nearby tree and gestured for the smoke to come back. it did so.

He grinned at his success. He whispered the demonic rights to send the beast back to the depths and clapped his marked hands together. the cloud gradually turned white and disappeared. The pact was complete. He looked towards the ashes of what had once been a body of a very strange man. what had he meant? <span style='color:gray'>'a bit of light to make the darkness darker.'</span> The night had been disturbing. But he felt he owed the man some respect. He gathered the ashes up in one of his empty pouches and walked back towards the market. The beggars had regathered under the overhang, but now they had an altogether different look on their faces. He tossed them the bag of ashes without a word, and then slunk into the black of night.

When he reached the appartment he noticed that he was extremely wet, and dirty and hated it. He grabbed a towel and tossed his stuff up to make his way to the appartment, only to find that it had been locked on him. This naturally frustrated him, but he was beyond exhausted after this eve, and with the coming dawn, he couldn't stop himself from drifting into a very disturbing sleep.

 

He sat up in a start and fell off the couch. That old man haunted his dreams, even in death this arden was disturbing. He looked around at the room, he was covered in towels. The mud for the most part had taken to the cloth instead of him and He could distinctly hear the sound of running water. He cautiously stood up and walked towards Leahs room. She was fast asleep in her bed when he found her. <span style='color:green'>well, probably better she didn't see me like this."</span> he said walking over to her and quietly sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her huddled in sleep and wished himself that he too could sleep as deeply as her. But upon thinking of being haunted by that old man, he guessed he'd rather chance the sun and whoever was in the shower. He looked at her face, and was briefly drawn in by frustration at her, but he quickly cooled before acting upon it.

<span style='color:green'>"i'm sorry bella. I messed things up for the both of us. I didn't mean to rampage out of here. i meant no disrespect. You've probably lived many centuries now, you have probably long since forgotten the whims of being young. I've made a lot of mistakes as of late, namely, assumptions of you. For that I apologize too. I hope that at very least we can be allies, i have not had one for a long time."</span> he muttered it under his breath, knowing very well that Leah couldn't even hear him. It just felt nice to say it out loud for once. no humiliation attached. He scratched his head and quietly stood up to leave, but was met at the door by a stoned faced stranger. she was wet and looked less than pleased to see him in Leahs room.

He only let the shadow of a grin spread across his face.
<span style='color:green'>"why, my dear. you must be Em."</span>

 

<span style='color:green'>"naturally of course, i was merely consoling myself, your master seems to be stirring though and I fear that perhaps it is time i take my leave of this room."</span> He needed no hints to tell that she was telling him to get out of the way, and had he not been sure that Em was Leahs property, he would've shown her the door with the back of his heel. she had only spoken 5 words and she thought herself better than him. big mistake. But Medivh knew the advantages of being underestimated, and so left the notion untouched.

<span style='color:green'>"you best lull her back to sleep, she needs it after the night we had. Me, i'm being haunted by a particularily annoying ghost, and therefor will not be getting any sleep anytime soon, so i'll be sitting near the door reading or mumbling if you need me."</span> He began walking away and decided it best to thank her for the hospitality.

<span style='color:green'>"also i thank you for dragging me out of the hallway, i realize that must have been an unpleasant experience for you."</span> without another word he popped into the shower and let all the grime wash from his skin and fur. but he couldn't help but still feel dirty after the sacrafice he'd just committed. <span style='color:green'>"oh well, whats done is done, and cannot be undone."</span> he walked out looking like the shampoo commercial guy, again, and trotted down to the basement to get his gear. putting his pants on he scurried back up stairs and sat contently in the door reading the little journal. but slowly and surely he once again found himself drifting into the black of sleep.