Post by Katastrophe St. John on Dec 30, 2009 18:16:17 GMT -7
Consciousness crept over Katastrophe’s mind, a slow-moving cloud of awareness that possessed and awakened her thoughts. Eyes wouldn’t open. Ears couldn’t hear. Her prone form was too weak; the muscles of every part of her were atrophied from lack of use.
She needed blood.
Finding humans and feeding on her own was not possible, and though she couldn’t move, she sensed no one was nearby to assist her. But she didn’t just need blood, she needed Arias’s blood. The strength of the bond she shared with her husband required that they feed upon one another, but also left them craving if they did not. Her lips provided the necessary movement to part slightly as she imagined tasting his delectable blood again. His taste was a powerful, heady mix of masculine strength and centuries of experiences she might never know.
Her mind stretched out beyond herself, searching out for her heart’s and body’s desire. The distance between them physically had no bearing on how close she could be to him once she mentally joined with him again. A moment later, she found him, stunned by what she sensed.
Malevolence. Violent images of pain and cruelness. Evil, pure evil. The visions swam in Katastrophe’s mind, a barrage of mental suffering she could not break from. She’d have screamed were she able.
Confusion plagued her as her mind continued its feeble attempt to penetrate his and seek out the cause for these images. The greater her concern for him, the stronger her mind grew, drawing out more and more of his disturbing thoughts. Still, she did not wake. Could not wake. Her only strength was focused on him.
Invisible fingers stretched around Arias as Katastrophe’s mind worked to fit together the pieces of this baffling puzzle. The evil radiated from him as if his every pore was seeping it, sweating it out. The warmth she usually felt from him had been replaced with a cold, unfeeling presence. At first, she worried that he’d been possessed, but all she felt was him. Just…different.
She stopped probing his mind and simply called out to him using the tender thread of mental connection she was able to establish. It wasn’t clear why the link wasn’t stronger. Was he forcing her out? Did he not realize it was her? She would soon find out.
“Arias?”
She needed blood.
Finding humans and feeding on her own was not possible, and though she couldn’t move, she sensed no one was nearby to assist her. But she didn’t just need blood, she needed Arias’s blood. The strength of the bond she shared with her husband required that they feed upon one another, but also left them craving if they did not. Her lips provided the necessary movement to part slightly as she imagined tasting his delectable blood again. His taste was a powerful, heady mix of masculine strength and centuries of experiences she might never know.
Her mind stretched out beyond herself, searching out for her heart’s and body’s desire. The distance between them physically had no bearing on how close she could be to him once she mentally joined with him again. A moment later, she found him, stunned by what she sensed.
Malevolence. Violent images of pain and cruelness. Evil, pure evil. The visions swam in Katastrophe’s mind, a barrage of mental suffering she could not break from. She’d have screamed were she able.
Confusion plagued her as her mind continued its feeble attempt to penetrate his and seek out the cause for these images. The greater her concern for him, the stronger her mind grew, drawing out more and more of his disturbing thoughts. Still, she did not wake. Could not wake. Her only strength was focused on him.
Invisible fingers stretched around Arias as Katastrophe’s mind worked to fit together the pieces of this baffling puzzle. The evil radiated from him as if his every pore was seeping it, sweating it out. The warmth she usually felt from him had been replaced with a cold, unfeeling presence. At first, she worried that he’d been possessed, but all she felt was him. Just…different.
She stopped probing his mind and simply called out to him using the tender thread of mental connection she was able to establish. It wasn’t clear why the link wasn’t stronger. Was he forcing her out? Did he not realize it was her? She would soon find out.
“Arias?”
