me. I just call it." He paused a moment. "It is what gives us
the power to change."
She nodded. "Claws and…teeth."
"Yes. We are also faster, stronger.
Our senses are more heightened."
"Impressive."
"We were made to kill," he
said softly.
What could she say to that? Since he had
taken the role of teacher, and was actually telling her things, she asked
another question. "When you're angry, or whatever…your eyes change, too.
Do you call it then?"
"Not always. No," he admitted.
"It is tied into our emotions. Especially anger. It's hard to control, at
least for me. I don't know if others can."
His words reminded her how he'd grown up
in her world, his parents dying when he was young. What he knew of the Fey he'd
learned from them, and he certainly had a lot of gaps in his knowledge. He'd
also been lost in the fury a few times, though at least he hadn't been trapped
in it for centuries like so many others.
She grinned, trying to set him at ease.
"I think you're doing wonderful. Really."
He snorted and held up his hands.
"Ready?"
Hands palm to palm, they practiced for a
while. She pulled small amounts from him, and when he said he tried to stop
her, she found no difference. "Well, that's good to know."
"It feels strange."
"Does it hurt?"
He shook his head quickly. "No,
just strange."
"Let's see if I can do it without
touching." She tried removing her hands while she pulled, but the
connection stopped. Even almost touching didn't work.
"We can keep working on it,"
Kei said quietly, noting her growing frustration as time passed. "How are
you doing?"
"Good. I haven't taken a lot."
"I know. Your eyes are barely
orange." He held out his hands. "Let's fill you up and work on you
handling that."
His fury flowed into her, building and
pulsing through her body. Would she ever get used to the strange feeling? Her
body didn't reject it, but at the same time it didn't feel quite right. The
pressure within built quickly, and she sucked in a deep breath as her heart
sped up. The fury wrapped around her, urging her to fight, to kill. She managed
to keep hold of herself even as her body felt like it would shatter.
"Stop?"
"No," she whispered.
"A…little…more."
He complied, and a small gasp escaped
her. How could he be so strong? She must have said something out loud, because
he answered.
"I'm supposed to be."
She looked up at him in confusion, but
he only gave her a small, wry smile. He knew something she didn't, probably
another line from the stupid prophecy, and apparently he wasn't going to tell
her.
Anger rose within her, destroying her
control. Pulling on his fury once more, hard, she then pushed herself away.
Twisting to the side, she planted her hands on the bed, arms braced to hold
herself up as she bowed her head and tried to control the rush.
Her breathing came in ragged pants as
the fury roared within her. Too much, it was too much. "Tell…me…" She
felt the bed shift and curled her fingers into the blankets. "Tell
me!"
"I'm…not sure. I don't remember it
all."
The roaring in her ears filled the
silence for a moment. Clenching her teeth, she squeezed her eyes closed, trying
to keep control of herself. The fury rose, and she feared it would burn her
from the inside out. Could it even do that? Her body began to shake.
"Aro," he whispered. "Let
it go."
"I can't." She struggled to
breathe. "Tell me!"
"More than once, the Seer speaks of
me standing by the Queen's side. One says, 'He is by her side. Where he was
meant to be. Where he will always be.'"
Her mind tried to make sense of his
words and failed, finally she turned her head to look at him. "What?"
He looked away. "I haven't
remembered anything more specific."
"What does it mean," she
demanded. The fury rolled and whipped through her body, and she winced.
"There is one called the
Guardian," he said quickly. "It could be that. He, or she, is bonded
to the queen. He protects her. Or it could mean…"
She didn't hear the other option, if he
even
the power to change."
She nodded. "Claws and…teeth."
"Yes. We are also faster, stronger.
Our senses are more heightened."
"Impressive."
"We were made to kill," he
said softly.
What could she say to that? Since he had
taken the role of teacher, and was actually telling her things, she asked
another question. "When you're angry, or whatever…your eyes change, too.
Do you call it then?"
"Not always. No," he admitted.
"It is tied into our emotions. Especially anger. It's hard to control, at
least for me. I don't know if others can."
His words reminded her how he'd grown up
in her world, his parents dying when he was young. What he knew of the Fey he'd
learned from them, and he certainly had a lot of gaps in his knowledge. He'd
also been lost in the fury a few times, though at least he hadn't been trapped
in it for centuries like so many others.
She grinned, trying to set him at ease.
"I think you're doing wonderful. Really."
He snorted and held up his hands.
"Ready?"
Hands palm to palm, they practiced for a
while. She pulled small amounts from him, and when he said he tried to stop
her, she found no difference. "Well, that's good to know."
"It feels strange."
"Does it hurt?"
He shook his head quickly. "No,
just strange."
"Let's see if I can do it without
touching." She tried removing her hands while she pulled, but the
connection stopped. Even almost touching didn't work.
"We can keep working on it,"
Kei said quietly, noting her growing frustration as time passed. "How are
you doing?"
"Good. I haven't taken a lot."
"I know. Your eyes are barely
orange." He held out his hands. "Let's fill you up and work on you
handling that."
His fury flowed into her, building and
pulsing through her body. Would she ever get used to the strange feeling? Her
body didn't reject it, but at the same time it didn't feel quite right. The
pressure within built quickly, and she sucked in a deep breath as her heart
sped up. The fury wrapped around her, urging her to fight, to kill. She managed
to keep hold of herself even as her body felt like it would shatter.
"Stop?"
"No," she whispered.
"A…little…more."
He complied, and a small gasp escaped
her. How could he be so strong? She must have said something out loud, because
he answered.
"I'm supposed to be."
She looked up at him in confusion, but
he only gave her a small, wry smile. He knew something she didn't, probably
another line from the stupid prophecy, and apparently he wasn't going to tell
her.
Anger rose within her, destroying her
control. Pulling on his fury once more, hard, she then pushed herself away.
Twisting to the side, she planted her hands on the bed, arms braced to hold
herself up as she bowed her head and tried to control the rush.
Her breathing came in ragged pants as
the fury roared within her. Too much, it was too much. "Tell…me…" She
felt the bed shift and curled her fingers into the blankets. "Tell
me!"
"I'm…not sure. I don't remember it
all."
The roaring in her ears filled the
silence for a moment. Clenching her teeth, she squeezed her eyes closed, trying
to keep control of herself. The fury rose, and she feared it would burn her
from the inside out. Could it even do that? Her body began to shake.
"Aro," he whispered. "Let
it go."
"I can't." She struggled to
breathe. "Tell me!"
"More than once, the Seer speaks of
me standing by the Queen's side. One says, 'He is by her side. Where he was
meant to be. Where he will always be.'"
Her mind tried to make sense of his
words and failed, finally she turned her head to look at him. "What?"
He looked away. "I haven't
remembered anything more specific."
"What does it mean," she
demanded. The fury rolled and whipped through her body, and she winced.
"There is one called the
Guardian," he said quickly. "It could be that. He, or she, is bonded
to the queen. He protects her. Or it could mean…"
She didn't hear the other option, if he
even
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