Shards of darkness (watty awards 2012)

Escape and capture

“You! Bitch! Wretch! Slier! Whore that prised into my mind and stole my name, YOU sent me to him!”

Ana tried to speak but he ignored her words. Thiorah grasped her by the neck and forced her against the side of the wall. Her hair was slick with blood where her head and the rock collided, sending the world spinning and her pulse racing. Another blow was sent. His forearm slammed against her wind pipe, choking her. Tears of pain and fear trickled beneath her closed lids as she fought for air.

“You did this, did this to me!”

 He raised his left arm. Ana flinched away from what she expected to be another blow but he just showed her his hand. Blood splattered her face from the stump where his index finger should have been.

“Now the only thing left is the question of what to do to you. What shall it be? How would you like to die?”

With his right hand, the one all five fingers, he turned her head so that she faced away. With his damaged finger, he painted a cross upon her neck, moving his face in close to lap up every essence of her perfect scent. He drew his tongue across his bloody painting, tracing the lines he had drawn, sealing her fate. Ana tried remain still but she was shaking too much for that. She attempted to stare straight ahead but her fear-drawn-wide eyes always ended up travelling down to the same place; his mouth. When he had finished, his face proceeded on its travels. Tracing her jaw line with his lips, basking in the softness of her cheeks, he reached her face. For a second he seemed to hesitate, to take the contours of her perfect features, but soon the allure was too strong. And he found his way to her mouth…

Ana didn’t resist, far from it. Her own tongue embarked its journey inside his mouth. Swimming among tide of emotions, none of which was hate. Her good hand wrapped around his waist, clinging on for dear life in case she fell to oblivion. His arms responded, encircling her body, pressing her close. They held this pose even though their own fires burned and raged to an inferno taking with it everything but the kiss. The rivers of tears they cried did nothing to douse their passion. Nothing to distract them, for a lasting eternity. Even as they fell to the floor their lips still held firm, soon to be welded in an eternal embrace. …Broken only as Ana forced his head back on to a rock, breaking their connection and leaving him unconscious.

She didn’t hesitate. She used the energy inside his body to heal the worst of her wounds, gasping as her bones fused back together. Then with brutal intention, she dragged him to the pool inside the cave, forcing his head under water.

With nothing to do but wait, Ana counted the seconds. 4,5,6…83,84,85 By the two hundred and twenty fifth count, he was gone. She held her poise for several uncounted minuets before making her move. She flung her self away from his corpse as she allowed herself thirty seconds to loose it. Yet more tears fell from her eyes as she wept. Her sobbing grew to a crescendo and she began shrieking, holding her battered head in her arms rocking back and forth. Damn it. Though it was her only option, she condoned her method, both in killing him and the kiss itself. For even now her pulse still rushed with adrenaline and she couldn’t deny that a part of herself, never mind how small it was desired him even at death. He wasn’t the first person she had killed (saiac training extended to her as well) but he was the first that she had cared about and in her eyes it felt like murder just as much as self defence. She shook herself, drawing back the bolts to the door of her composure.

 Her half minuet up, she stopped screaming and wondered what to do next. If she was to escape then she would have to be quick. Though she had slain his body, his spirit would still be at large and it wouldn’t be long before he gained control and shifted his form and then their really would be nothing stopping him killing her.