the light of the torches that encircled the clearing.
“ This feels awfully familiar, Blue,” I stared hard at him, willing the terror in my belly to fade away.
“ This is the altar that used to stand atop my pyramid,” he reached my side and grabbed a handful of silk. “I’m about to make our dream a reality.”
Great, just great. The dream he referenced was one in which he had made love to me on top of an Aztec altar. There were fangs involved, fangs in very intimate places. Of course, he had stolen into my mind and clouded my thoughts in order to create the dream, so I viewed the sex as more of a rape. Not exactly a moment I wanted to repeat.
“Can’t we at least have a little privacy?” I looked down at my body and then pointedly at the priests.
“ Don’t worry, little witch,” he stroked my cheek and I felt my teeth squeak as my jaw clenched. “They’ll be in the jungle as a living circle of protection.” He gave the vampires a nod and they disappeared into the trees. “I don’t intend on ever sharing you again.”
I saw his hand start to pull the silk from my body and I began to shiver from the cool caress. It flowed down me like water, revealing bare skin as it went, then drifted away on a warm breeze. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sight of myself lying chained and naked before him. How ironic that the Godhunter was about to be a sacrifice… or maybe it was fitting, in a twisted way.
His blood-filled eyes roved over me indolently, possessively, and my body tensed, unsure whether to be furious or terrified. When his hand followed his gaze, I automatically jerked at the chains, trying my best to pull away. His laugh was cruel, sandpaper against my abused pride, and I had to swallow my outraged scream. I closed my eyes, searching for calm, knowing that if there was any chance of me getting out of this without a new set of pointy teeth, I had to keep calm to do it.
In my desperation, I reached out to him through our link and felt it connect. Maybe I could change his mind if I changed his point of view. I showed him how he looked to me the first time he abducted me. I showed him how disgusting it was for me to see him cover himself in blood and then gulp it down. I let my revulsion pour down that line between us.
He looked at me sharply and then shook his head.
“ I can’t help what I am,” the torchlight danced over his face, giving it a demonic twist, “or how unappealing you may find it. You will learn to live with it, as I have.”
“ You said you loved me,” I begged him with my eyes. “Don’t do this to me. Remember how much your lover hated you when you changed her.”
“ Alyssa was in shock,” he waved dismissively. “I should’ve stopped her and kept her with me until she had calmed enough for me to reason with her but I was weak. I let her go because of my guilt. I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”
I sent him more images and he stumbled a little, catching himself on the edge of the altar. I showed him how I’d look drinking blood from Thor, the passion I’d feel, the bloodlust. How he'd be the first man I ran to as soon as I was freed. Then I sent him an image of me covered in blood, my hair drenched, thick rivers of the stuff running everywhere, with my dark eyes staring out at him accusingly. I have to admit I used the movie Carrie for inspiration on that one. Blue started to scream and yanked his feathered crown off to throw into the jungle.
Thank you, Sissy Spacek and Stephen King.
“No,” he rubbed his fists into his eyes before lowering them decisively. “You'll never return to Thor. Once I change you, you'll be bound to me completely. You’ll be even more beautiful than you are now and you’ll live forever. Can’t you see what a gift this is, Vervain?”
“ You were the one who said it was both a blessing and a curse,” it was really hard to be reasonable when you were naked and fearing for your human life. “I’m only showing
“ This feels awfully familiar, Blue,” I stared hard at him, willing the terror in my belly to fade away.
“ This is the altar that used to stand atop my pyramid,” he reached my side and grabbed a handful of silk. “I’m about to make our dream a reality.”
Great, just great. The dream he referenced was one in which he had made love to me on top of an Aztec altar. There were fangs involved, fangs in very intimate places. Of course, he had stolen into my mind and clouded my thoughts in order to create the dream, so I viewed the sex as more of a rape. Not exactly a moment I wanted to repeat.
“Can’t we at least have a little privacy?” I looked down at my body and then pointedly at the priests.
“ Don’t worry, little witch,” he stroked my cheek and I felt my teeth squeak as my jaw clenched. “They’ll be in the jungle as a living circle of protection.” He gave the vampires a nod and they disappeared into the trees. “I don’t intend on ever sharing you again.”
I saw his hand start to pull the silk from my body and I began to shiver from the cool caress. It flowed down me like water, revealing bare skin as it went, then drifted away on a warm breeze. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sight of myself lying chained and naked before him. How ironic that the Godhunter was about to be a sacrifice… or maybe it was fitting, in a twisted way.
His blood-filled eyes roved over me indolently, possessively, and my body tensed, unsure whether to be furious or terrified. When his hand followed his gaze, I automatically jerked at the chains, trying my best to pull away. His laugh was cruel, sandpaper against my abused pride, and I had to swallow my outraged scream. I closed my eyes, searching for calm, knowing that if there was any chance of me getting out of this without a new set of pointy teeth, I had to keep calm to do it.
In my desperation, I reached out to him through our link and felt it connect. Maybe I could change his mind if I changed his point of view. I showed him how he looked to me the first time he abducted me. I showed him how disgusting it was for me to see him cover himself in blood and then gulp it down. I let my revulsion pour down that line between us.
He looked at me sharply and then shook his head.
“ I can’t help what I am,” the torchlight danced over his face, giving it a demonic twist, “or how unappealing you may find it. You will learn to live with it, as I have.”
“ You said you loved me,” I begged him with my eyes. “Don’t do this to me. Remember how much your lover hated you when you changed her.”
“ Alyssa was in shock,” he waved dismissively. “I should’ve stopped her and kept her with me until she had calmed enough for me to reason with her but I was weak. I let her go because of my guilt. I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”
I sent him more images and he stumbled a little, catching himself on the edge of the altar. I showed him how I’d look drinking blood from Thor, the passion I’d feel, the bloodlust. How he'd be the first man I ran to as soon as I was freed. Then I sent him an image of me covered in blood, my hair drenched, thick rivers of the stuff running everywhere, with my dark eyes staring out at him accusingly. I have to admit I used the movie Carrie for inspiration on that one. Blue started to scream and yanked his feathered crown off to throw into the jungle.
Thank you, Sissy Spacek and Stephen King.
“No,” he rubbed his fists into his eyes before lowering them decisively. “You'll never return to Thor. Once I change you, you'll be bound to me completely. You’ll be even more beautiful than you are now and you’ll live forever. Can’t you see what a gift this is, Vervain?”
“ You were the one who said it was both a blessing and a curse,” it was really hard to be reasonable when you were naked and fearing for your human life. “I’m only showing
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