Page 26 of Dark Desire (Dark Souls Spin-off Short Story)

I drank my beer leisurely, but inside, I was thrumming with eager energy and excitement.

This was what I had been waiting for. She finally reached her breaking point and showed her true colours.

Fuck waiting an hour for it and giving her a chance to plan whatever she thought would be able to rid her of me.

I lasted a full ten minutes before I left the pub and made my way to her church.

Checking I still had Leif’s crystal in my pocket, I pushed open the iron gate and made my way cautiously up the pathway, hyper-vigilant and aware in case she was about to send any surprises my way.

She had access to her magic now, so I shouldn’t underestimate her.

I narrowed my eyes when I reached the front door and found it slightly ajar.

It was an invitation. But one I wasn’t stupid enough to accept.

I could feel the thickness of her magic in the air, seeping through the crack.

I chuckled before leaping from my feet to the roof of the porch and then clawed my way up the wall to the roof using my vampire speed.

In seconds, I had smashed my body through one of the upstairs windows feet first, sending shards of glass across the wooden floorboards as I landed in a crouched position.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, racing towards me. A magic ball was expelled from her hand and I dodged it, zooming up to her and grabbing her by the throat. I smashed her body into the wall and hissed in her face.

“Is that all you’ve got, witch? Pathetic.”

Her hand slammed into the side of my face and she muttered a Latin phrase which caused a deadly electric shock to rip through every nerve in my body.

She escaped my grip, racing up the stairs when I stumbled backwards and fell against the wall, roaring at the feel of electrical currents trying to burn my blood.

It only took me a few seconds to recover. I zoomed up the stairs after her, catching up to her instantly and wrapping one hand around her waist and the other locked on her throat. I tugged her violently back into my chest. Her feet dangled, kicking as she struggled to get free.

“You planted the book here last night, didn’t you?

” she growled as I tried to ignore her delicious scent and the softness of her hair against my face.

“You left me tied up so I’d miss my meeting with the police.

And you dug up the fae and forced Beryl to report it? You’ve been fucking with me for days.”

“I didn’t have to force Beryl to do anything. She was more than willing to help.”

“Why? You’re here to kill me. Why are you going out of your way to make my last few days a living hell?”

“Because you make my life a living hell,” I growled against her ear. She gasped at the deep vibrations of my voice and then stilled when she felt my cock against her ass.

“So you got me arrested for those crimes?” she spat with annoyance.

I chuckled darkly. “No. I got you caught for those crimes. Stop acting innocent, little witch. You don’t think you deserved to be locked up? You killed that fae. You buried him in that grave. You stole that book. I just made sure you didn’t get away with them.”

“You really hate me, don’t you?” she sneered as my grip tightened on her throat. “Well, guess what dickhead? After the stunts you pulled last night and today, the feelings are mutual.”

Flying vases and mirrors suddenly flew through the air, smashing into my back and head.

I growled as she twisted in my hold and slammed her hand into my chest with a bolt of magic that sent me hurtling through the bedroom wall.

Crashing down on the cold, hard floor in a pile of wooden slats and wallpaper, I was back on my feet in an instant, zooming straight for her as she attempted to race out of the room.

Grabbing her around the waist, I threw her into her chest of drawers, forcing her against them as she attacked me with her sharp nails, scratching and clawing at every inch of me she could get her hands on as she screamed with frustration.

In our struggle, she ripped my top in half, exposing the leather holster I had tied around my torso with Ilaria’s silver dagger attached.

I grabbed her wrists when she reached for the handle and forced them behind her back aggressively, causing her to yelp when she realised I’d break her arms if she fought any more.

Her panting breaths caressed my face as the position forced her chest to press against mine and her face to tilt up.

The anger and defiance in her eyes sparked an unusual feeling of pride to fill my chest. My heart pounded erratically in our moment of stillness.

“You might want to kill me,” she groaned, pressing herself harder against my body and grinding her hips into mine. I hissed at the pressure it put on my rock-hard cock. “But you want to fuck me more. Don’t you, asshole?”

“Who says I have to choose? I can do both at the same fucking time,” I growled against her lips, tearing her t-shirt to shreds with my free hand.

She gasped at the animalistic action, her face glittering with desire under her rage when the skin of our chests touched.

She ground herself against me, hooking one of her legs around mine, which caused her skirt to ride up as I devoured her neck and chest with rough bites and kisses.

With her arms still in my vice-like grip behind her back, her head dropped back in pleasure as she moaned when I took her nipple into my mouth over her lacy bra and sucked hard.

While I was distracted by the taste of her, she quickly chanted another spell and suddenly the lights went out and we were plunged into darkness.

My vampire senses took a second too long to activate and I missed the sharpened spears of wood that suddenly pierced my back.

I roared, dropping to my knees and releasing her.

She took that moment to escape between me and the dresser.

Fuck, that burned like a bitch. I could feel my flesh sizzling as I reached around and pulled one out with a painful growl.

If I’d been an average vampire, the three wooden slats lodged in my back would have been fatal.

Thankfully, I couldn’t be killed unless in my demon form.

I yanked another out before falling forward onto my stomach on the floor, unable to reach the other one.

Remaining as still as I could, I closed my eyes and focused on her rapid heartbeat.

She was still in the room, hiding in the far corner.

But as the seconds passed, she shuffled forward apprehensively.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Is he dead?” I didn’t miss the panic in her voice. When she was standing only an arm’s reach away, I snapped my hand out and grabbed her ankle, yanking her off her feet. She fell hard, winding herself and momentarily dazed, as I crawled on top of her.

“I’m not so easily killed, witch. You should know that by now.

” My nails lengthened as my hand wrapped around her throat.

Through the darkness, I could see those bright hazel eyes widen with fear as she stared up at me.

The throbbing intensity of flesh burning around the wooden spear was dulled by the feel of her soft body beneath mine, somehow making the pain bearable.

She stopped fighting. I hissed at her. My eyes flashed crimson. She lifted her head, pressing our foreheads together and glared.

“Fucking do it. Here’s your chance. Kill me.”

My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, each one feeling like a battle.

She was crushed beneath my weight, keeping her trapped until I could will myself to do what I came here to do.

My nails dug into her throat before I shifted my hand down her chest until it was directly above her heart.

The feel of it thrumming wildly, a frantic drum beneath her fragile ribs, made my claws twitch and fangs ache. One move. And it would all be over.

She’d betrayed me. Rejected me. Abandoned me. She ripped out my heart and left me there to bleed. I should return the favour.

Her lips trembled as she stared up at me and a look of fear and regret shone in her eyes. And I hated her for that, too. For looking at me as if I were the villain. I hated how, even with my hand poised to take my revenge, I still searched her face for something real.

My body shook uncontrollably as my resolve wavered.

I fought to hold on to my rage and hatred.

But the longer I stared at her, feeling her heart beneath my hand, the more my gut twisted and torment clawed up my throat.

My mind screamed for vengeance, but my cold, damned heart cracked at the thought of living in a world where she no longer existed.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she swallowed hard. “I’m tired,” she whispered, her voice choking with emotion. “I don’t want to fight anymore. Just do it. I know you have to. I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

My jaw clenched. A shuddering exhale escaped between my teeth as my heart fractured into even smaller pieces than it already was. Pieces that would never fit together again if I went through with it. My vision blurred with an overwhelming feeling of grief that I knew I would never survive.

I couldn’t.

A furious tear escaped my eyes as I crashed my lips into hers.