?“Get lost, Percius.”
?Images fill my mind with all the things we can do out here. It’s late enough on a week day that no one should be awake andno one will be out. And there’s the woods behind the houses with all that space. The snow will feel good on my scars.
?The death devil takes the hint and I let my devil see all those images through my eyes. I let him feel all those emotions through our bond. I speak, for the first time, through our cemented fate that allows us to communicate without being in each other’s minds.
?Too old to chase?
?His eyebrows shoot up and for a moment that pain disappears. The moment doesn’t last though.
?Mavyn, we don’t –
?It’s alright,I interrupt.You can also just sit there and let me take care of my devil.
?His pupils blow out and lust ravages our bond. It makes heat crest like flaming waves below my stomach.
?Three, he growls.Two. . .
?I bolt. Making for the trees past the society houses. Throwing off my blazer and tripping over trying to kick off my shoes.
?My heart thunders in my ears as I run straight into the woods. Not taking the chance in looking back because if I do I think I’ll scream.
?Adrenaline surges like the best kind of high and I release a hold on most of that careful control so I can simply be. So I can simply feel without so much tension constantly coiling around me.
?Zig-zagging through the trees, I no longer hear him behind me and the only sound in the woods is my choppy breathing.
?My instincts heighten with the chase. He’s a predator through and through, and while I also have claws and teeth, I don’t want to dominate here.
?Shadows shift and darkness molds. I can feel my brain is beginning to see things that are not there. The paranoia and adrenaline heightening everything.
?A twig snaps to my left, but ahead of me.
?No way he got past me. No way he –
?A hand lashes out and I barely duck in time. The movement causes me to crash into the trunk of a tree, but I don’t let that stop me from bolting again.
?Except, once again, I don’t make it far.
?Swirling whorls of shadows sweep the floor of the wood and they come straight for me.
?They latch onto my legs first, sending me into the hard-packed snow. Then they slither up my legs and web out like they’re trying to touch every bit of exposed skin.
?I try kicking it off but it’s like glue. Soft, velvety, like fingers tracing over your skin, glue that I cannot get rid of.
?“Did you think,” Varian’s voice rumbles around me, “that you’d get that far, Bloodsucker?”
?It sounds like an echo ricocheting around, but. . . I swivel my head as those shadows reach my upper thighs. Disintegrating the hem of my skirt and stroking my center that has my head throwing back.
?I try to move my hands to do something, anything, because pressure is starting to build and I need relief.
?Varian tisks, but once again it’s echoed. Except that’s not right. Varian doesn’t control the element of sound. One of thirteen, but he only controls the elements of shadow and death. That, plus runic magic and shadow magic, mind magic, and empathic magic.
?I try to concentrate but his shadows make it hard as my clothing disappears and the cold seeps in. Feeling like a balm to my heat as shadows wrap around my wrists and pull them up.
?My back hits the snow and the shadows around my legs pull my thighs apart. Exposing me to the darkness where my fated is.
?Are.
?Because Varian cannot control the element of sound, but Castiel and Darian can.
