Chapter 9 #2
I can feel him before he even steps into the room. His aura is stronger now, I’m sure everyone can feel it.
“I’d be careful who you threaten,” Thorne’s cold voice drawls. “And in who’s house you do it in.”
The music has stopped and more people crowd in the doorways to watch the spectacle. They don’t fully enter, not wanting to be in the crossfires, but no one can resist a good show.
Rosy eyes snap behind me. “Keep a leash on your winged bitch then.”
If there was someone still breathing before, they certainly aren’t now. Little troublemaker is about to be in an unholy amount of even more trouble.
I smirk as Thorne slowly stalks towards her. He’s still in his school uniform, though his blazer is gone and the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up with the top few buttons undone. So much controlled fury roiling with his aura as his red eyes stay locked with rosy ones.
Thorne stops about three feet from her and slips his hands into his pants pockets. I cross my own arms and lean against the back of a couch as I watch the show with everyone else.
“As far as I’m concerned,” Thorne rumbles, “the only one needing a leash is you. Probably a muzzle too.”
Rolling out her shoulders she simply crosses her arms and smirks at him. The girl’s got balls at least. Standing up to a blood demon, and she had done the same to Varian too. . . so it makes me wonder why she froze with me.
“You come near me with a muzzle and I’ll peel the skin off your bones.”
She says it the same way when she threatened me. Like she could actually pull through with her threat.
Thorne tisks. “Did I not just say where and who you threaten?” In a blink Thorne is before her with a hand wrapped around her neck. In another blink he has her back against a wall and his fangs an inch from her neck.
Then something I wouldn’t have thought would happen does. A small blade soars through the air slicing Thorne’s shoulder and nicking the top of the girl’s.
Thorne’s head whips towards who threw it, and who knew, the little water mage has balls too. And clearly a death wish. Then Thorne lets go of Trouble and pulls the knife that embedded itself into the wall. There’s a sweet aura around the knife, the scent almost exactly like Trouble’s.
“Where the fuck did you get a weapon made from blue belladon?” he growls. Blood staining his white shirt and the temperature in the room drops as Thorne says that name. The name of the one thing that can kill all no matter what you are.
The water mage disregards Thorne as she peers down at Trouble.
“Are you okay, Mavyn?” she calls. Staying near her vampyr boyfriend who’s wrapped protectively behind her. He looks like he’s about to faint.
Trouble coughs and rubs at her throat but pushes off the wall to stand up. Thorne turns down to Trouble and grips her shirt to look closer at the small wound. Though that doesn’t matter, if the knife was made with blue belladon they’re both dead.
“You realized you just killed us both,” he snarls, pointing the end of the blade at the water mage. “You will be put to death for this.”
Trouble scoffs as she shoves Thorne’s hand away. “Don’t be so dramatic, demon. We’ll live.”
She grabs one of the necklaces I’ve seen her wear before.
It’s a thicker chain with charms around it.
Most of them looking like little vials or compartments.
She unclips one of them as Thorne looks like he’s mixed between panicking and reveling.
He’s said before that to experience blue belladon is like nothing else.
Its taste will make you crave nothing else but it for the rest of your life.
She unscrews the tiny lid and a waft of aura so powerful we all scent it. Blood that has magic exceeding far beyond what I could ever do.
She feigns surprise as she smirks at Thorne.
“Whoops. Wrong one, wouldn’t want to waste Nana’s precious bone witch blood.
” Thorne goes so pale as he stares at her.
She keeps eye contact as she screws the cap back on and hooks it back.
Then she grabs another vile and unhooks that.
“Here we go. The antidote to blue belladon.”
Tilting her head, she watches Thorne carefully as she takes a step towards him. He looks like he’s about to pass out. I know the poison acts fast, faster than what should be possible.
Extending her hand, she says, “Here. Don’t choke.”
His hands shake as he takes the vile and straightens his face. Replacing his bored expression even as his body trembles.
“This isn’t enough for both of us,” he grits.
She shrugs and he waits another second before emptying the antidote into his mouth. I watch as her eyes track his throat when he swallows. Her pupils just barely expand but she blinks a few times before extending her hand again.
Thorne hands the vile back and she screws and locks it back onto her necklace. I wonder what the other little containers hold. More antidotes for things, or maybe poisons?
But that doesn’t matter because she’s about to be dead from that poison. The knife did cut her, I can see her blood bleeding onto the shoulder of her shirt.
“You don’t seem to care that you’re about to die,” Thorne drawls. Back to his regular composed self. Just as the poison acts quickly, the antidote does as well.
She shrugs again and gives him a dry look. “Why do you care? Don’t you believe your life would be better if I, a little ol’ vampire – who by the way couldn’t care less about you and only wants to finish these five years so she can go back home to her regular life – was dead?”
The seconds tick by and even I hold my breath waiting for the moment she’ll just drop dead. A bit of a shame. Thorne doesn’t respond to her and seems to be waiting too. She arches a brow at him, glancing at me for a second, before spinning away towards her friends.
“Asher, is there any food in this house? I’m starving now.”
Her roommate relaxes a bit before taking a step towards her but before the vampyr can answer Thorne is behind her with his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. Pulling her towards him, he points the knife still in his hand at the mage.
“How are you not dead?” She groans in frustration be he just yanks her head back. It makes my dick jump. “No one is immune to blue belladon. I can smell the poison coursing through your veins. You should be dead by now.”
His fangs elongate as he dips his head closer to her still bleeding shoulder. She makes a small noise and elbows him while grabbing his extended arm and spinning him to face her. With how strong I know Thorne is the move shouldn’t have actually moved him, but her technique and power somehow does.
“I do not consent to you drinking my blood,” she states, the words making a breath of a ripple in the air. They hit Thorne like the shove she gave me did and something in the air rumbles. “Clearly your instincts are shit, are your morals?”
Thorne clenches his jaw as he straightens to his full height and looks down at her.
“Why aren’t you dead right now?” he asks in a deadly calm.
She groans again and rolls her eyes. Fuck.
The little troublemaker needs to stop doing that.
Callahan glances at me as I discreetly adjust myself.
While I’d love to take her to one of the empty rooms and see what other little noise she can make, I am more interested in figuring out why she isn’t dead right now.
Taking both of her hands she rubs at her face and then glares at Thorne. It would be fucking sexy if I also wasn’t concerned about what it means that she isn’t dead yet.
“Maybe I’m just stronger – “
“Answer the fucking question, Mavyn.”
She jolts when he says her name. He says it like a possession and I wonder if she could hear that. Her eyes shift around the room and for the first time I realize that it’s been cleared out but for us and Trouble’s friends.
Callahan leans against a wall and has a sound barrier up around us. His eyes are glued to Trouble and the white threaded through his gold color are lit.
“This is so over-fucking-dramatic,” she mumbles under her breath.
Louder, she says, “The blue belladon in that blade is a weak, diluted powder. I was exposed to it when I was younger so small diluted doses like that don’t have much of an effect on me.
Though now I will be needing a lot of blood to help dilute the poison further until it’s out of my system. ”
Thorne’s eyes flick down to her arm. “Roll up your sleeves.”
She makes a confused expression but when Thorne steps towards her she jumps back. Concern mixed with fear replaces the confusion and she crosses her arms as if that could stop a blood demon.
“Roll up your fucking sleeves – “
“I don’t fucking have – “ she interrupts.
“Mavyn – “
“Thorne,” she snaps back and Thorne lets out a frustrated breath.
“Do you always have to be so fucking stubborn? How were you exposed to such small concentrates of blue belladon that you didn’t die right away being so young?” She scoffs and turns her head away. “Unholy gods can – “
“What do you fucking want from me?” she shouts.
“What? Just say it point blank. You want me dead? Get in fucking line. You want to know if I’m actually a vampire?
What more proof do you need! God you paranoid motherfuckers.
Yes! I have scars on my forearms made from weapons embedded with blue belladon.
I had a bitch of a life. That’s how I’m not dead right now.
What else? What fucking else do you want from me? ”
She heaves and the pink in her eyes has deepened to almost a shade of red. I think this is the best fucking show of my life. All that’s missing is for another heated spat before they’re clawing all over each other. Maybe then Thorne could taste her blood and I’d lick up the mess.
Glancing over at Callahan I almost pity the devil. He’s too soft for his little crush. His muscles strained like he’s holding back from going over there and comforting the vampire.
Hmm. I could see it.
Thorne with his fangs in her neck and her head thrown back.
Callahan would be behind her holding her up.
He’d skim his own fangs over the other side of her neck as his hands were soft and gentle, tracing every line of her body.
And I’d be on my knees before her. One of her legs draped over my shoulder as I finally figured out if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
Callahan chokes and all eyes glance at him as he looks up with wide eyes at me. I smirk at him as I fill that image of all of us with my lust and he glares at me.
If you don’t want to see it stop looking.
Put up some damned shields then, he snickers, but I can feel his lust too. The devil would like that scenario very much if it ever happened.
I wonder if Varian and Castiel would like that too.
They would.
And I full on grin as I look back to Trouble. She looks exhausted as she glares at us.
“I’m going to need blood or I’m going to pass out in a little bit,” she grumbles. “I’d appreciate you telling me what else you want from me so I can answer and then leave.”
Thorne cocks his head and then turns to her friends. “Leave.”
Her roommate mage straightens and looks like she’s about to argue when Thorne releases a wave of raw magic. The vampyr grabs the mage and pushes her behind him as he faces Thorne, readying his own magic as the room charges with power.
“I do not appreciate your defiance, Ruleten. Leave so I can speak with the vampire myself. On my soul I will not drink her blood and she will be returned to you. . . alive and well.”
The vampyr looks over at Trouble but she looks like she really is about to pass out.
“Fucking hell,” she mutters. “Fine. It’s fine, just get me some blood.”
Her roommate makes a noise but the other mage pulls her as the vampyr dips his head and they exit the room and sound barrier. All that’s left are the vampire, Castiel still wrapped in his serpent body around her, Thorne, Callahan, and myself.
“Blood,” she demands, though weakly. She sways slightly and rubs at her forehead.
“Callahan,” Thorne orders without looking away from her. Callahan heeds and strolls up to them. “Here’s your blood.”
She looks confused as her eyes move to Callahan. Though they shift slowly and now her eyes are a paler shade of pink, lighter than they were before.
“I’m not drinking a devils blood,” she breathes. “Get me a bag, I’m sure you have some.”
She sways again and Callahan takes a step towards her. When Thorne doesn’t hold him back he grabs Trouble’s arm and she sways into him. He wraps his arms around her right before her legs give out.
Sweat starts to line her forehead and I wonder if maybe she was wrong and maybe she is dying. What a waste that would be.
Callahan puts an arm around her back and slips his other behind her knees before lifting her up bridal style. She doesn’t fight and my interest in this show is now waning. It’s getting boring now.
“You said you need blood,” Thorne lowly drawls. “Callahan consents, it’ll be better than whatever you would drink from a bag.”
Her head lolls to the crook of Callahan’s neck as her hand opens the collar of his shirt more to expose his neck and shoulder. We all watch as her tongue peaks out and drags along Callahan’s collarbone.
Nevermind. This is interesting.
Callahan visibly stiffens though his face doesn’t crack. I’m sure he’s all kinds of turned on by his little crush licking him. Too bad he’s too much of a lover boy to do anything about it in this moment.
Cocking my head I track the movement of her little pink tongue licking the devil again. I’m almost jealous. Then her jaw clenches and she huffs.
“Devil,” she slurs. “No.”
Thorne huffs under his breath and then turns to me. “Then drink Darian’s. He’s not a devil.”
There’s a whimpered sound that comes from the back of her throat and for some reason it makes me fist my hands. She curls smaller into Callahan’s arms and barely shakes her head.
“Sun devil.” She makes that whimpering sound again. “Don’t wanna burn.”
“I am not a fucking devil,” I growl. She had called me that before too when she was frozen in terror. I like them scared, but not when it prevents them from running. And she braced, she didn’t fucking run.
She whines and I shove off the couch. This is boring now. She won’t drink my blood, she won’t drink Callahan’s, I’m out of here. The night’s still young and I need a good hard fuck after the troublemaker has basically given me blue balls.
Thankfully the party is still thrumming with life. No way am I wasting it.