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take a step away from the beautiful woman, intent on
leaving both her and the annoying sprite, but something pulls me back, as if
invisible arms are pushing me to her. The shadows within me are pulling,
struggling to maintain their grasp on the unconscious girl. I can feel them wrapping their tendrils of dark mist around her, holding onto
“Bloody hell,” I grumble under my breath as I realize I can’t leave her here, though I
also can’t say why. A woman has never had this effect on me.
I wrap her in the bed linens. As soon as I
touch her, though, something happens. I feel power pulsing through her tiny
body. It envelops my hand and weaves up my arm, into my chest and causes my
breath to freeze. It feels like a legion of ants dancing over every inch of my skin, but the energy is beneath my skin,
not on top of it, thrumming and crackling electricity.
pause momentarily, surprised. There’s strength in her. Power. Yes, I can detect
the Atacomite, as well. Anona gave her a hefty dose, no doubt to keep her immobile and, as such, an easy victim. But
there’s something else, just beyond the Atacomite. By touching her, I feel my own magic begin to boil up as
if it answers her silent call. But this time, the shadows aren’t trying to
force me to take her—they’re responding to her,
stimulated by her, drawn to her.
can’t explain it, but I feel captured by her, by the magic that undoubtedly
flows within her.
I tell you she was beautiful?” the sprite asks. His voice snaps me out of
whatever trance I’ve fallen into.
you didn’t,” I respond, throwing her over my shoulder. Using the Arcane Magic
that’s part of me, I imagine everything surrounding me in black. Then, I
whisper the words to allow myself to become invisible in the eyes of those who would perceive me.
Blind from sight.
imagine myself fading into the darkness around me, becoming one with the
shadows, one with Shadow Magic that infiltrates me—that is
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last thing I recall is healing the beautiful angel.
Beautiful, but powerful in a way I find myself wary of. Angels and fae are
friends, yes, but Variant is also an angel and we all know how that story
are beings of light, but they aren’t immune to corruption. And I know their proclivity toward decadence and greed better than most.
I remember the visions the angel had...
the sex. A not-altogether-unpleasant visual. It was more than a vision,
though. Like a dream, the sensation—phantom, but present—has arrested me and
now I can’t stop replaying it.
don’t trust her. And I don’t trust the vision, either. In fact, the more I
think about it, the more convinced I become that she’s after something. Women,
I’ve found, are manipulative, and the smart ones understand they possess what
every man wants. This one is no
different. I’m more than convinced she’s using her extreme beauty to seduce us.
And, so far, it appears to be working.
at least on Dragan.
I, too, find myself craving her, the way an Atacomite addict craves his poison. But
I’m not satisfied that this desire originates from inside me. Instead, I wonder
if I’ve been enchanted. Dragan definitely appears to have been completely
bewitched, because he can’t take his bloody eyes off her for more than a few
seconds. The barbarian is too stupid for his own
can’t deny there was attraction between the angel and me from the onset. I know
that much is true. But the ferocity of my need and my inability to curb it
fills me with concern. I’m not a man who obsesses over a woman; I’ve never been that type. I’m too rational, too
logical of mind. And yet I can’t stop thinking about this woman—a woman I don’t
placed falsehoods in my mind, I’m sure of it. And these lies are confusing
because they feel like the truth.
Then it was a vision of the future, perhaps?
it’s a picture of the future, I worry about the implications of participating in a destiny I didn’t help dictate. In
general, I’m a planner. I’m not like Dragan, who lives according to his
impulses. Instead, I weigh all things and act accordingly. I don’t like risks.
the feeling I had when I witnessed our sexual tryst
was that I had no control over myself. Yes, I was in control of penetrating
her, but she was the one who maintained the power. It’s difficult to explain,
because I hardly understand it myself, but I felt as if I were her captive—as
if I was incapable of denying her… anything. I felt
helpless against her female charm. It’s a feeling that’s visited me in wisps
since I’ve laid eyes on her.
beauty is undeniable, but it’s her power that concerns me.
seen first-hand the hold she already has on Dragan
and I won’t allow myself to become her second casualty. Where he sees an
injured doe in the woods, I see an intelligent predator in the midst of setting
a very convincing trap…
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I watch as
Dragan lifts Eilish in his arms and carries her to a nearby tree, setting her
down beneath it. I wonder about his feelings for her. Of course, he views her
as the answer to defeating Variant. But there’s more. He genuinely cares for
her. It’s obvious, and it’s something Cambion has
noticed, as well. And it bothers him; I can see as much in the fire in his eyes
and the crease of his frown.
I don’t envy
Dragan. In attempting to defeat Variant, there’s a very good chance the angel
won’t survive. Thus, it’s better not to form an
attachment to her. All life is transitory and short. It’s one of the first
lessons you learn as an immortal—don’t become attached to those with short
lifespans. It’s simply a prescription for pain.
Eilish sits, her
eyes fixed on Thoradin as he begins to build a fire.
I approach and take a seat beside her. Dragan’s eyes are on me instantly. He
doesn’t trust me; that much is obvious. But he really doesn’t trust me with the
girl. Little does he know I’m uninterested. Yes, I find her as beautiful as everyone else does. But physical pleasures are of
little interest to me. The only emotion that drives me is revenge.
I walk far
enough that I can still see the light from their fire, but no longer hear their
voices. The silence around me is comforting, and I
feel myself begin to relax somewhat.
squabbles and dissension between them is distracting and irritating. I’ve been
on my own for so long, I find company both disagreeable and tiring. Their
constant chatter fills my head and I can’t
concentrate on anything. But that’s not the only reason I seek my solitude.
I don’t like the
way I feel around that angel. I don’t know if it’s her light that appeals to
the darkness within me, but being around her does something to me. It’s almost as if I can feed from her energy. As a vampire, I
require sustenance from other beings, something which usually comes in the form
of their blood. But with her, it’s different.
I note with
interest that I haven’t fed since I met her. And, what’s more, I don’t feel the pangs of hunger. I feel satiated,
content, even without nourishment. I don’t understand how this can be.
Perhaps I’m feeding from her life energy? I consider. It doesn’t seem far-fetched. If I am, in fact, feeding from
her lightness, I know it’s from her alone. Being around Cambion does nothing
other than vex me. Furthermore, I’ve been in the company of creatures of light
before and I’ve never felt anything like this.
When I’m in
proximity to Eilish, I feel energized, full of life, even. My spirits are
improved and this constant darkness that suffuses me seems less… dark, somehow.
It’s dangerous, I think. It’s the type of feeling one could become addicted
Not me, I argue with
myself. I’ve experienced too much darkness ever to succumb to the light. I’ve
known misery and pain such that none other has. It’s been the entirety of my
existence. And I’m nothing other than a death dealer. There’s no place in me for lightness.