Page 15 of My Dark Obsession

‘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.

The fear in their eyes was delicious; I could taste it, sour and cold.

Their eyes widened, their screams lodging in their throats as I gripped their necks in my now skeleton hands.

Black vines slithered from my leather jacket and wrapped around their faces; my blue flaming skull-face reflected in their eyes.

It would be so easy to just exhale the flames right now.

So easy to coat them in its soul-eating heat.

To sip on their vile poisoned souls. But I didn't think I'd be able to stop.

So instead, I crushed their throats in my hands, their necks crunching and squelching as their blood burst free, covering my bony hands in their cold vampire blood.

The life drained from their eyes, as I looked on, transfixed with the dwindling life before me.

So easily taken, so easily lost. All mine to take. So. Damn. Easy.

The slow drip of their blood shook me from my thoughts. Dropping the vamp in disgust, with his tiny dick still dangling out, I pulled an empty vial from my jacket, uncorked it with my teeth and filled it with the remaining one’s blood. You never know when you might need it.

Throwing him to the floor, I called my magic back and stepped over the bodies, wiping my bloodied hands on my black jeans as I made my way down the darkened street. I had a Dark Witch to find and watch. The Fates Above had provided me with entertainment, and who was I to say no?