Tiaden Dawn Re-write
I stood firm and gathered the cool shadow energies around me, my fingertips were tingling as the smooth shadows wrapped around my hands and gathered just behind me. The atmosphere quickly became charged with all of the energies as they built at such a rapid pace, his underlings hung back a little as he took his time strolling over to me. I smirked a little, keeping my heart-rate low and breathing steady. I had to keep as much control as I could muster. That deep bass tone rumbled in his throat as his eyes wandered over every inch of my body, my skin crawled under that disgusting gaze. We all knew exactly what was going through his mind.
The scrawny blonde seemed to have changed but given the lack of light I couldn’t be entirely sure. I swore his hair was slightly darker, longer and his build was a little heavier. I ignored him and returned my focus to my real problem, his boss. He was getting close to me now, his eyes fixed on mine as his energies sat in his hands, like heavy boulders. I tilted my head a little smiling sweetly, his lips curled and his eyes sparked – he hadn’t decided whether to break me or sell me. I had to take advantage of that, I was worth more money to be sold but I’d betrayed and upset him. Draconics really don’t take kindly to that. Taking a deep breath I took my chance, shutting down my conscious mind I had to move entirely to instincts. To think would just slow me down and force me into making mistakes, I couldn’t afford such a luxury.
Moving quickly I pulled the shadows around me, wrapping them tight like a cloak they felt like a beautiful oil slick, smooth, cool, familiar and comforting. I knew this would hide me visually, not completely but enough to give me some help. His eyes lowered as he began scouring the area by the tree looking for me. I paused a moment, if I moved straight away he’d catch sight of me again and I’d lose some of my new advantage. I felt him gather his energies tighter into his hands before I swung at the tree behind me. I darted to the side, feeling the rush of air as his fist went by my cheek. His fist his the tree with a sickening thud and crunch, causing the huge fir tree to shake and wobble. He paused waiting for my reaction, as he looked slightly away from me I shot forwards, kicking his hip with the heel of my foot before hitting his lower jaw with my fist. I stepped back staying slightly behind him, I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when he wasn’t particularly fased. Shrugging it off I continued my assault, he was twice my size, I had to depend on speed and agility rather than brute strength.
It didn’t take him long to turn on his heel and land a heavy punch to my ribs, once he’d found me he didn’t let go. I danced and spun, ducking and diving trying to avoid his hard blows while landing my own. Something in the back of my mind was thinking this image was wrong but I ignored it, dancing to my left before kicking his ribs and risking my balance to stretch and kick his throat. A gutteral groan told me I’d hit my mark and finally had half a chance. I was growing sore and tired, it felt as though he’d caused a good bit of damage to my poor body. I needed to finish this. My kicks had been enough to throw his balance, he stretched out trying to grab my throat. Hitting his arm aside I used my other fist to hit his lower jaw then something changed. He went flying sideways and landed with a sickening crunch. Confusion flooded my mind, there was no-one else here, what the..!?
Blinking I lowered my body preparing to attack this other person, then I realised it was that scrawny blonde. He stood looking at me, with his arms crossed and a rather sickening smile on his face. His voice was smooth as silk and arrogant as they come “thought you could do with a hand”
I dove forwards aiming to pin him by his throat to the closest hard object. He stepped back and accepted it, not even a glimmer of fight from him. Instead, a very soft purr edged out past his lips as he looked down into my eyes, an odd spark held within them. Shaking my head I freed him and stepped back saying to him “What the fuck were you playing at!?”
He grinned before moving to stand only inches from me “Just a game.. like the old days”
I raised an eyebrow, the hackles were stood up on the back of my neck but the flood of emotions was overwhelming me now. I turned away from him to look at the groaning males sprawled out on the grass, we had to go. Wait, did I think we? This was just, wrong. The male didn’t give me a chance to go through my thoughts “I’ll drive, sweet thing”
I raised an eyebrow looking at him sharply before saying “excuse me…?”
He shrugged and reached forwards with an open hand before gesturing for me to hand over my keys “You’re in no state to drive”
I pursed my lips looking deep into his eyes, trying to feel his energies and make some sense of this. Instead it felt like my head was going to split in two and the rest of my body was rebelling against me. Fine. I handed him my keys and skulked over to the passenger seat of my own damn car.
Slumping down in the leather seat I cradled my head in my hands and tried not to actually think. Breathing slowly I focused and returning my energies to their normal state, releasing the shadow and grounding. As the car rumbled to a start the shadows slid off me and slinked along the floor back into the woodland, while my natural energies flexed and extended, dancing and bowing around me for a moment before settling. It felt good to stretch them again, but it also meant I didn’t have my cloak to hide the pain. Ugh. I needed to get back into training, I’d focused so much on money and moving I’d let my fighting slip.
I half opened my eyes and peered warily through the window, I wasn’t sure who the hell this guy was or what he was up to but I was tired, hurt and my stomach was starting to growl too. I muttered to myself and thumped him in the leg before turning my back to him and looking out the window, watching the hedges fly by as I ignored the protests of my body. It took him a second to respond and say “What was that for Suri’el?”
Hearing him wrap his tongue around that world ‘Suri’el’ sent a shiver down my spine and my toes curl just a little. There was something to it, the slight lilt in his tone and voice. I could feel him waiting for my reply, I refused to look at him “you got me into this”
A soft sigh escaped his lips but he gave me no other reply. I could feel the fluctuating tension, it felt as though the emotions were waving in rolls through my mind and body. I didn’t know what to do or think, everything was a ridiculous mess. I have no idea how long passed or where exactly we were but he pulled up into a small carpark of a standard multi-chain hotel place. I groaned to myself, hauling my bag of essentials off the back seat before slowly getting out of the car. I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train and it’d only be worse the following morning. The guy fidgetted and played with my keys a little as he watched me walk around my car, his eyes glinted before he lifted his chin, smirked and handed them back. He said softly “You can keep them Suri’el”
That shiver shot up my spine again, I scowled at him and tried to push the flood of images out of my mind. Sleep. That was what I needed.
Trudging across the carpark I didn’t say a word as he walked next to me. The tension was clear in every step he took, he kept tightening then relaxing his muscles as he glanced over to me before shaking his head. He didn’t give me a chance to have any input on the rooms, before I knew it I was being escorted to a double room somewhere. Something sat in the back of my mind double, wait a cotton picking fucking second! As he opened the door I looked in in abject horror, there was one bed. A double bed. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him saying “That floor doesn’t look very comfortable for you”
He could piss off if he thought he was getting sexual favours for helping me, it was afterall, he who got me into all this in the first place! If it hadn’t of been for him I’d have been tucked up in my comfortable bed, in my nice house, with money. After he’d closed the door he leaned in and licked my throat, I growled and bared my teeth at him. He just laughed at me in that hideous knowing tone. Ugh. I hated him.
He looked around the room casually as I dropped my bag by the bed, I noticed there was the standard armchair tucked up the corner of the room, that would be his bed then. I turned to him thinking to point this out to him, instead I felt his hand skimming over my ribs before resting on my hip as his other hand took my own. I blinked and looked at him, part of me wanted to bite him and kick him out of the room. The majority however was overcome with an odd sense of happiness, a warmth crept through my aches and pains as he began to lead me into a slow dance around the room. As we danced his appearance changed, his eyes turned into a rich moss green while his hair became pitch black and stretched down the nape of his neck in a scruffy cut. There was something so familiar, soothing but dangerous about him. Shaking my head I snapped myself out of the stupid headspace, grabbed some clothing to sleep in and went to the bathroom to change.
A scowl was fixed on my face as I pulled off my dirty, torn clothing, trying to ignore the blood stains. I had been rather attached to that top and jeans, oh well, I’d buy more. With a heavy sigh I returned to the main room, I was a tease and adored playing with men but he made me painfully aware of my lack of bra. I glared at him as he stood watching me with that smirk back on his lips. I knew I should probably have thanked him but fuck him. He did this. I crawled under the warm, soft duvet and sank into the mattress with a contented sigh. It was moments before sleep took me away from that hellish day.