Seithe (Pravus)

by Poppet

  He turns and punches the wall behind us. I wither visibly with the force and sound of crunching. It's official, I'm scared. I stare at my bleeding finger, ashamed without knowing why. His hand closes over mine, lifting it and my gaze with it. Absently he licks the droplets forming, a despairing expression on his face.

  "He knew you'd do that."

  "What did I do?"

  "He sucked that finger, then you put the same finger in your mouth. Sealing the connection."

  "What connection?"

  He leers at me, intimidating in both stature and expression, "He can reach you now! Any time! Anywhere!"

  "That's not my fault! You don't explain things to me! You can't expect me to just know the rules!"

  My mind's racing as I piece the puzzle gaps together. "You were in my home, you bloody liar!"

  He grins, instantly transforming his livid face into irresistible handsomeness. "You didn't have to know that. I didn't directly lie, I just skirted the issue."

  I'm bothered now. I have a churning worry in my stomach, acidic and burning. "What does this mean, Seithe?"

  "It means you're going to have to be careful. Don't do that again. Ever!"

  Nodding instant agreement my fearful eyes watch him.

  "I'll try and take care of the problem. I just hope he respects that I found you first."

  Hello? I feel righteous anger seeping through me.

  "Excuse me?" Sarcastic eyebrows. "You found me first? Seithe, you don't own me."

  He gives me the, 'Oh for fuck's sake' expression.

  "In my world I did! I saved you from yourself. Without me you would have been a midnight feast that night at Pravus. Without me showing ownership of you by taking you into a private chamber, you wouldn't be here now to have this discussion!"

  Advancing in a menacing manner, I find myself walking backward. His anger is making his eyes glow.

  "Without me rescuing you from Grastle and shoving you up against that wall and sticking my tongue in your mouth you wouldn't have walked out alive. The red eyes would have destroyed you!"

  Gulp. Breathe, just breathe.

  "I own you for your own stupid sake!"

  My chest is heaving, panic is engulfing me. But I just can't stop myself.

  "You don't own me."

  "Fine! Fuck off then! Deal with Jowendrhan on your own!"

  He steps toward me, to touch me, probably to transport me home, when I turn and run.

  I just run! Blindly. I don't know the layout, but I'm running down this fucking dead straight passage, throwing myself through the first door I come to.

  He appears standing in front of me and I run straight into him.

  Smacking his arm away, twisting to get out of his arms around me like a straitjacket, objecting, "No! No!"

  I don't want to go home yet. I don't want to be left alone with another vampire. One is enough!

  "Fuck woman. You are worse than an earthworm when it comes to wriggling."

  "I'm sorry! Okay! I'm really sorry!"

  I lose the fight. I don't have the energy. I can't keep up with heat overload, delving into a world where I'm the alien.

  "Why did you say no?"

  "Because I'm not ready to leave you."

  "No to Ellindt."

  I look into his brown eyes, feeling stripped of strength.

  "I remembered the bathroom incident. You wanted me to say no. I don't know your reasons why, but I chose to trust your judgement on it."

  He lifts me, squeezing the breath out of me, his mouth smothering mine.

  "Can't breathe." Gaaaaaassp.

  He releases me; torches flare into bright existence.

  Slumping down onto an almost black wine red carpet, I stare at my hands.

  "Jowendrhan is my brother. One thing we all desire is to know human love. I didn't just rescue you for your own sake. I like what I see. So does Jowendrhan. He'll make a move on you, so expect it. I wouldn't put it passed Ellindt to try her luck with you either."

  I look up, lordy he's tall from this angle.

  "Why did his eyes flare like that?"

  "Arousal."

  Oh god! A shiver stutters through me.

  "And challenge. You witnessed it. I know you did."

  "When his eyes turned silver staring at you?"

  He lowers to my level, "Yes."

  "You should have warned me."

  "I'm not allowed to. You have complete free will. I may not interfere or influence any of your decisions. If you walk into a trap, that is meant to be your problem. But I feel possessive about you. I don't want them messing you up."

  Swallowing thickly, I really am feeling weak. "So you heat up when you're angry too? Why was he so hot?"

  "Because he wants to fuck you. We can't hide what we feel, you can sense it by the colour of our eyes and the amount of heat we're releasing."

  "Seithe! How can you put me in this position! Bloody hell! I can't handle your heat and craziness, let alone your entire pod!"

  He starts laughing.

  "I was protecting you until you stuck your finger in your mouth. Don't say his name. Ever."

  I nod nervously, I have no idea why I'm agreeing, or what I'm agreeing to.

  "You summon with your voice. You are made in God's image, with his voice. If you say our names, as angels we have to answer the call. But only because you have marked us with your scent."

  "Just you and your brother?"

  "Yes."

  "Why did she kiss you like that?"

  "To fuck with you. To give us issues. To share body fluids."

  "I'm tired."

  "Minxy, I'm sorry. I forget how human you are." He lifts me up when he stands, "Go sleep. I'll wake you later for dinner."

  I nod. Sleep might be good. Then I can be less emotional. "Good idea."

  He places a hand on my head, one on my heart, with a sickening lurch, I find myself back in the mocha bedroom.

  Tiredly I crawl into the middle of the bed, curling up. I'm too hot. I've been bloody infected with vampire heat. In annoyance I kick off my shoes, and haul off my shirt and jeans, breaking the silent neat rule by shoving them off the bed and onto the floor. This place needs windows.

  Closing my eyes with emotional exhaustion, I consider that an open window and a breeze would be a luxury. Yawn. Hmm. So comfy …

  *

  Back in pitch darkness I squirm out of his hands.

  "I'm sleeping ..."

  "Pressure."

  Dammit. I can't be permanently aroused. My body's going to divorce me soon.

  "What about it?"

  "You love it."

  "Crap."

  I notice silver eyes briefly flaring as his hot fingers whisper over my skin.

  "Then why do you cover my hand and press it against your skin when I tease you? Pressure is what you crave."

  I roll away, choosing to ignore him. I'm clinging to sleep sedation, hoping to reclaim it.

  His tongue traces my neck. I ignore it. Shameless fingers rub heat over my knickers, creating friction.

  "I can smell your arousal. You can't hide it from me."

  I roll onto my back and stare blindly into the dark. My heartbeat is accelerating.

  "You can't hide your erratic heartbeat. We hear human hearts at a hundred paces. Our sense of smell is rivalled only by a shark's ability to sense blood in water. I can smell your skin, your breath, your heat, your lust."

  He breathes hotly into my ear, "Your little body is craving pressure."

  "No, it's not."

  He pushes his hand hard between my legs, "Liar. You just held your breath." A confident finger presses on my pleasure point, "You like that? Tell me again that you don't crave pressure."

  Lordy, the heat between my legs is turning me into an amoeba. He's turning me inside out.

  Lazy fingertips trace my skin and circle my nipple. A frustrated groan escapes when I hold his hand still.

  "You want the pressure."

  Hot breath caressing my neck, "Can
you deny what I can smell? I can feel your body reacting Phoebe."

  The other hand makes tiny circles over my pink lace g-string, increasing the pressure. My heart is going berserk. I can hardly breathe normally. My cheeks are flooding with heat as moisture saturates to reach his hand. His hot mouth covers my nipple, a tongue circling it, he pulls it into his mouth with sucking, forcing a harsh tongue into a tirade of sensation, causing ripples through me.

  Parting my knees, I push against the hand.

  Breath bathes my breast when his mouth releases my skin, "You like that pressure don't you?"

  Whisper. "Yes." I can't think. I give up. He just knows how to play me.

  "You're hot, Phoebe. You're so ready to receive me."

  "Yes," gasping whisper.

  I don't object when I lose my knickers. He loves playing games. I love playing them with him. His fingers tease me, tracing pressured circles where heat is suffusing into my limbs. I want him. I want him now!

  "Do you want more pressure, Phoebe?"

  "Yes."

  The finger against my detonation button moves, teasing me by slipping slowly inside me.

  "Not enough pressure is it?"

  My heartbeat is drowning out sound. My need is consuming me. Desire suffocating out every other sense.

  "No."

  I move my hips, pressing against his hand, urgent need.

  He slides his finger hard against me, "You love the friction. You love the pressure. Now dare deny you don't live for pressure."

  I cant answer. He has one finger pushing against my hardened fuck me hard and fast and NOW, pleasure centre, and definitely two more inside me, moving so immaculately that I'm going to cum.

  I shudder, my breath bursting out hard, the acute sensation overriding everything else. My head is reeling with dizziness from shortness of breath from sensation overload. Moaning, my body soaks his fingers, holding them tight.

  "Tell me you love my pressure."

  "I love your pressure."

  Lips close over mine, his tongue invading my mouth, his fingers still inside me, when alarm grabs my heartbeat and fastens a hold so tight, it refuses to beat.

  I press hard against his chest. Inhaling deeply. It's not Seithe!

  "Seithe!"

  The hand withdraws and I know I am alone in the dark.

  Instantly the room floods with light as Seithe manifests next to the bed. His silver eyes glowing with alert perception.

  "Were you just here? Did you ..."

  He leans over me and inhales. I shut my eyes against the floodlights his eyes have just become.

  "Summon him! Summon him now!"

  "Seithe he ..."

  "I can smell it. Bring him here now Phoebe!"

  Chapter 24: Manipulation

  Gulping, shame flooding my cheeks, I say the name I swore I'd never say.

  "Jowendrhan."

  The torches have spontaneously jumped back to life, and I watch Jowendrhan manifest at the end of the bed, a smirk playing his mouth into alluring bemusement.

  In smudging motion, too fast for my eyes to see, Seithe blurs into Jowendrhan.

  A yelp escapes my throat with fright, pulling my knees up, hiding my nakedness behind a pillow, as the two of them crash into the wall behind the sheer curtain.

  I can't see them but I hear laughing.

  "What Brother? Can't handle the fact that she moaned for me? Her tight slippery body sucking my fingers until she saturated them with desire and passion?"

  His voice is sneering; tears well instantaneously in my eyes.

  "Reject half breed!"

  Flinching I sink back against the wall as I hear a horrific sound. I think Seithe just hit him.

  "I'll fucking deport you!"

  Jowendrhan is laughing again. His laugh is different.

  "You can't! I've never broken a law. You can't touch me. She verbalised every desire Seithe. I haven't taken anything she didn't willingly give!"

  "She thought it was me!"

  "Not my fault she can't tell us apart."

  "You are such a perverse wanker!"

  Crashing cacophony followed with more smug laughter.

  "Delicious nipples. Nice taste, Seithe. I still have her all over my hand. She's as much mine as she is yours now."

  No! My eyes clench tightly closed in horror.

  An unearthly roar emanates behind the curtain, the room flooding with light.

  I start shaking violently. Tremors seize my body with unparalleled fear.

  "Love? You think she loves you? They are just nerve endings. I proved it. It's not you she loves, it's what we do to that little body. So tiny, how can you resist? When our kind are all so tall?" His voice is derisive, his tone despicable.

  "Seithe, you stupid fool. My hands have touched her inside and out. My mouth in hers, her nipples aroused by my fingers, my tongue, my mouth tasting her sweetness; her plaintive gushy voice broken with passion asking for more pressure, I gave her more, and she asked for more, and I gave her more! A command I was honour bound to answer! So tiny, so fragile, so soft, so supple, so smooth, so delicately seductive. She's so hot and velvety wet, she must be fucking incredible wrapped around your penis!"

  "Stop it!" I am beyond fear. I cannot listen to him.

  "Oh Phoebe baby, don't deny you didn't ask for it."

  "You manipulated me!" Dammit. My voice cracked, coming out husky.

  "I can still smell you, I've sucked you off my fingers, bonded with you. You taste fucking incredible."

  The curtain moves and I stare up at silver eyes glowing dangerously.

  "Fuck you!"

  "You will. And I already have fucked you. So easy to turn your body into molten desire. Soft hair draping over my skin. You missed that part, you were still sleeping. Your tiny soft hands wrapped around me, your breath in my mouth. I can still taste you."

  "Stop it!"

  "Your slender legs, so different to the strong legs of our kind. You're soft in all the right places, your body responds to the slightest touch, even to breath. The way your neck tilts back, begging for a bite when I rub you, making you hot. Your moist lips parting, as your breathing increases, your nipples hardening, your hips pushing down, all subconsciously." He starts laughing at me.

  I have hot tears falling. I am so ashamed.

  "I can still smell you from here, the way you sweetly start dripping with desire. The overflowing cup called woman. Your innocence and naiveté is just refreshing."

  "STOP IT! Go away! LEAVE!"

  As I say this, Seithe's arms clamp around Jowendrhan's neck. The two of them just vanish.

  A sob has my throat in a headlock, the ache so intense it's like an ice-pick impaling me. In bitter misery I start yanking clothes back on. I'm going home. I can't do this.

  I have only one choice to get home. I don't care about the clothes, the perfume, my toothbrush. I want out.

  NOW.

  Ellindt kissed me, which means I can summon her.

  Nervously I rake violently quivering fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. Fear clutching my body in a death embrace.

  "Ellindt."

  Instantaneously she appears in front of me, breathing provocatively, staring through smoky eyes into mine.

  "You called?"

  Tilting her head, a seductive laugh smothers my senses.

  "Take me home."

  She arches an eyebrow, "No manners either I see."

  Yet she places a gentle hand on my head and within moments I find myself standing in my cold loft.

  "Why didn't I pass out?"

  Slow derisive laughter tickles my nape.

  "They do that deliberately."

  "Why?"

  She walks to in front me as my lamp switches itself on.

  "Women are more gentle. I don't have to force my will on you Phoebe. You will come around without me doing anything to subject you to fear."

  Frowning, I watch her waltz around my home, opening drawers and peering inside.

  "I
see your taste in underwear is as boring as your taste in clothes. Pink lace, pink lace, or black. Did you go to a convent or something?"

  This just irks me.

  Sarcasm activated.

  "Isn't Heff missing you at the mansion?"

  "Heff?"

  Lordy, you're not the tastiest cookie in the jar are you?

  "Playboy? Hello?"

  She laughs flirtatiously before walking back toward me.

  "At some point Phoebe, you will conclude that women are better for you in this world."

  My god she's coming on to me! No!

  "Isn't some teenage boy missing you in his wet dream right now?"

  Her laugh surrounds me salaciously, she's too close for comfort.

  "All you're missing are baby crocodile earrings. Their clamped teeth would suit you perfectly."

  She stares at me, eyes beginning to glow.

  "Just go."

  I love this, she vanishes like a phantom of my imagination.

  Rasping raggedly I stalk to the freezer and extract the vodka. Pouring generously, I dilute it with raspberry juice in a glass. Downing half of it right at the counter before moving to my futon.

  Now what? The hornet's nest has been disturbed and they're all running around with their stingers out, wanting a human called Phoebe.

  It's not like I can exactly phone Ariel or Jayne and talk about any of this. They'll have me committed and plan a sanity intervention before I've even finished my drink.

  Despairing, I feel tears prickle. I'm utterly alone with this madness. How do I know I'm not hallucinating all of this anyway?

  My senses scream at me, my spine stiffens as every hair follicle lining my vertebrae tenses with alarm.

  Standing fast, I twist around, and see Seithe poised behind my chair.

  Oh my god!

  "Seithe! Oh God!"

  Chapter 25: Honesty

  Rushing to his aid, my hands start shaking violently again.

  "I thought you couldn't get wounded?"

  "I said you can't kill me. Nothing can undo my existence. But we are warriors, Phoebe. Skilled at combat, divinely powerful."

  Swallowing my fear, I assist him onto the futon.

  "What must I do?"

  "Nothing. I just need the time to repair myself."