Vampyr Violence

Chapter Three: Cassandra’s Lament

A/N: I changed the story from 1st person to 3rd person…because I suck monkeys.

Cassandra laid on that stage for a while, letting the darkness sooth a part of her soul. The part that desperately needed Adam. Why did she have to go and use witch powers against Chad? That was so stupid! She knew Adam would come to collect her after the fight, but she and Chad had started late. She closed her eyes and sensed the motion of the sun, now on the opposite side of the world, to determine the time.

‘Somewhere around 2 a.m.’ she thought sadly. Hehad probablycome on time.

She pushed herself off the ground and her arms shook with the after-effects of using magick that wasn’t hers to use. Transporting herself a few blocks away from Adam’s house, she walked the rest of the way. Trying to prepare herself for the confrontation to come, she tuned in to the sounds around her. A light rain splattered the ground; first in rapid succession, and then with a drowsy dripping. She knew that, along with her tears, the rain was smudging her kohl-lined, golden eyes and making her mascara run.

A few kids across the street seemed to think they were gangsters and made some suggestive motions toward her, snickering and cat-calling. She felt her fingers tingle as her talons grew.

‘What a great way to work off some depression,’ she thought, but then Adam’s hurt eyes flashed in her mind and she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and trudged along to her lover’s (or maybe now her ex-lover’s) home. She shivered.

His yard was lined with oak trees. She remembered when that had shocked her: the first time he had brought her home.

They had met at a dance club. Your typical strobe lights, glow sticks, painted bodies, music-so-loud-it-sounds-like-shit dance club. He had been dressed like a gothic Peter Pan. (It was Halloween in case she forgot to mention that.) She came as Hawk Girl, which was kinda lame considering she didn’t even have to dress up, her wings were perfect.

She had bumped into him on the way out, literally. She had been distracted, thinking about how lonely she was going to be when she got home, when she smashed into a solid mass that turned out to be his shoulder. Their eyes met. Even in the flashing white and black lights his eyes glowed green. He smelled like a witch, but this was before she had begun hunting them. He grabbed her arm and asked her to stay and dance with him. She saw no reason to refuse.

He had been dancing at The Minstrel’s Graveyard (the club’s name) for a couple of years, so he was quite good. He was a bit taller than her, which was good considering he had thick, spiky, black hair, and who wants to get poked in the eye? They had been grinding for all of fifteen minutes before he had her backed against a wall. Hey, they were attracted to each other o.k.? She wasn’t thinking, and so she told him she was a vampyr.

“I know,” he said in a whisper. Then he kissed her. She pushed her body against his and he held her neck in his hand, drinking her in and deepening the kiss until he was sweeping her mouth with his tongue and she was rubbing up against him like a cat. She felt the bulge in his pants and smiled into the kiss.

“Where do you live?” she asked breathlessly. He gave her directions while she still stood in the circle of his arms and she kissed him again as she transported them there. She thought having a yard full of oak trees and a garden on the sideof his homewasn’t suited to his darkness. She never guessed how right she could have that night she found out what “Peter Pan gone bad” was all about. She would tell you, after that night, that he could be a little satanic…especially in bed.

It was one of those things she loved most about him, but right now? Right now she was dreading his dark streak as she wandered up his tree-lined driveway.

She knocked even though she had a key and felt his magick click the locks out of place to let her in. ‘I’m in the shower.’ Through their mind link it sounded as though he bit out the words. They had been able to communicate telepathically after exchanging blood a few times, but that is a story for a different time.

‘Can I join you?’ she teased as she worked her way up the stairs. She smacked her head with her hand. ‘That was stupid,’ she thought, ‘now he’ll be even angrier.’ Only stony silence answered her.

She stood outside of the bathroom and tried to go in, only to find that he had locked it.

“Adam…let me in.”

‘No,’ he answered in a dark tone in her mind.

“Fine then, I’ll talk to you through the door like a troubled child.” She sighed and took a deep breath. Getting angry wouldn’t help her situation.

‘Well?’ His tone was impatient and quiet at the same time, as if he was afraid of her answer.

“I’m sorry Adam…so sorry I could ever upset you like I did tonight. After feeling your magick running through my blood, I couldn’t stop using it. It made me feel whole, especially when I couldn’t see you during the day when you’re at college. I got stronger and faster and it made everything better. I thought about drinking from you more often, but I didn’t want to use you, soI take it from others.I’ve killed twice as many of Josh’s people with it, and I can’t give it up.

“I’ve been doing so much good with it, but it comes at a price. All the witches must be drained dry. I tried to save one or two, but it wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t get half as much that way. I know that doesn’t sound like an apology but it is.

“Just know this: I have stayed away from your coven and your family. I would never hurt you, or anyone you love, because in turn, I love you more than life.”

There was a long pause then, when all she could hear was the running water in his shower, but after a minute the locks clicked and for the first time all night she felt a sense of relief.

She left herself in to see him still in the shower, his body covered by the fogged-up shower curtain that gave his form a smudged look. He pulled the curtain half way and gestured for her to get in, saying nothing, his deep forest eyes judging the validity of her little speech. She stripped slowly, all the while he watched, and unhooked the stone chocker from her neck, taking it off for the first time in weeks. It clicked as she dropped it on the floor and unfolded her wings.

A flash of a grin lighted his face before returning to its hard “come get me” look. For someone who loved pain during sex so much you wouldn’t think that he would like the feel of feathers on his skin.

The last rational thought in her head before Adam slammed her against the tiled wall and scraped her neck with his teeth was whether her brother was fairing this well with his lover.

However, everything rational or even moderately coherent fled her mind as Adam jammed a knee between her legs and pushed her mouth to his neck, fisting his hands in her short hair and pushing himself into her as if his life depended on it.

The steaming water beat a tattoo into their sides as he took her over the edge again and again, as she drank her fill of his blood, as she scraped his back open with her nails, as she called out his name, and as he shuddered in her arms. Spent and deliciously sore, Adam magicked them into his bed, where he explored new methods of pain and pleasure to make her scream.