Page 36 of My Dark Obsession
Then poof. He was gone, leaving me staring at his left-over glow.
Inhaling deeply, I searched for that angry buzz within my veins. Once I found it, I held on tight, gripped it with everything I had and pulled it forward.
I released my breath. And with it, the magic I had found within me.
As quickly as I found it, it dwindled away, hiding from me in the depth of my soul. But I knew it was there now, as I could feel its life within my veins. I would bring it forward. I wouldn't stop trying until I could bring this power forward and finally fight back. I wasn't weak; I was strong. I was a Dark Witch.
Slowly Rí looked down at me, his mouth stretched, and his teeth flashed as he smiled wide at me.
Mother fuckers better be ready for me.
Eleven
‘Death’s Warrior-Bellator Mortis’
Ziel
The smoke climbed my throat and drifted from my mouth, floating up into the humid night. The effects of the forbidden drug eased my muscles and created a cotton-like barrier around my brain, quieting the constant noise within.
I was born for war, Death's warrior, his soldier. To serve him is to serve a God, yet he was gone,leaving me with a dangerous power that begged to explode and coat anything and everything in its glorious flames. They wouldn't just burn; they would sear them from the inside out, killing them slowly, shattering their soul and providing me with its broken shards. I’d claw it from their melting bones and swallow it, devouring everything they were and more. Leaving nothing left.
Smoking Mayfeaver was the only thing that kept my mind exploding with the flames, the only thing that kept me semi-sane and everyone around me alive. I was an abomination. Feared by all.
My Circle link was different to other supernatural’s; because of my deadly nature the second I laid eyes on who was to be mine the mark would come to life. I didn't have to place my hands on their bare skin. Simply being in their presence was enough for the Fates Above to be their bitch selves and mark her for death.
The fact that my mark slithered under my skin when that scrap of a girl walked through the Dead Village was laughable. The Fates Above were a joke. They were laughing down at me like I was some fool. I had smelled her dark fruit scent through my smoke and my mouth had watered. It pissed me off that I reacted too easily.
I didn’t need a weak little girl to protect. I didn’t want to swoon over some simpering female. If I had to mate, then I wanted someone strong and dark, someone well matched in the pain I was willing to give.
And so I watched her from the shadows. Watched her with that dragon and the way he couldn't help but touch her. I watched and I stalked but I never showed my face. Never approached her. Why would I?
Then that stupid leprechaun had announced she was mated to the dragon. Rí. He was a grumpy shit, equally feared and nearly as equally powerful. He was well suited for her, as he was strong and could protect her. Her delicate features and tender skin needed to be cherished.
I didn’t ‘cherish’.
I gave pain.
And I loved it.
But something about her called to me, called for me to mark her and take her as mine. My skin crawled and itched with the need.
I wouldn't give in.
I wouldn't touch her.
But that didn't mean I couldn't watch from afar.
It didn't mean she still wasn't mine.
“I’d like to see her on her knees. Damn. That mouth around my cock. Yeah, I'd show her who her daddy was.” A nasally chuckle had my eyes flicking up bringing me from my thoughts. There at the end of the alley, taking a piss against the wall were two greasy vamps. Hand leaning against the wall, and the other holding his tiny dick, he hung his head as he laughed.
“Ooh yeah, that long hair. Fuck-you could choke her with it. Fresh meat.” They both groaned.
Flicking the end of my smoke to the floor and blowing out that last remaining hit, I rolled my shoulders. Oh I knew who they were talking about. My vision flickered, the dark alley becoming clear, my night vision casting the two vampires in clear sight. Each detail of their dirt-ridden clothes to their hanging unwashed hair could be seen clearly.
Oh yeah, I definitely knew who they were talking about.
Stepping forward, I let them see me, emerging from the shadows.
