The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) (10 page)

Then with a gasp of relief he released me from his grip.

I could feel Elish’s aura burn brighter around him. He was loving every second of this. I bit into the pillow out of rage, chewing the cloth as his hips continued to rock into me.

“Tell me, maritus, how would Killian look when I am making him cum as I make you?”

My body burned from his cold banter, the defiance I still had inside me resurrected in a furious outburst that I knew would condemn me the moment it left my lips. “Reaver would kill you! I’d kill you. You’re MINE!” I swore the moment the last word left my tongue.

I braced myself for the physical pain. I knew he was going to hit me, but instead the thrusts only quickened. I let out a surprised moan of pleasure as I felt his warm, electricity-laced hand touch my half-stiff member. Immediately my hips started to rise, welcoming his touch, but to my surprise he rose with me and put me on my back.

Confused over my lack of being hurt I let him separate my knees and only clenched my teeth as he pushed himself back inside me. “I do love how much vinegar being here has put into your veins; you haven’t fought me this hard in half a year.”

I swore inside my head. Of course he wouldn’t touch Reaver or Killian. They had too much to offer him and getting Reaver angry would only make getting it more difficult. He was getting a rise out of me. If I could remember that he did this while he was doing it I might save myself the humiliation.

Either way, I played into his hands; I always played right into his fucking hands.

I dug my fingernails into his back, the chains rattling behind me.

“Look at me,” Elish said.

I raised my eyes and met his; they were looking right at me. I glared at him, my mouth open in a continuous moan, seeing his golden hair around me tickling the sides of my face and my ears.

And this was the part that made me melt into him. My body shuddered as he stroked and pulled my member tucked into his free hand, the other supporting himself by my head. His blond hair all around me, trapping us within the domes of each other’s vision.

I welcomed his kiss with a tremble on my lips and a cold shiver of pleasure, touching and playing my tongue against his. I had hungered for that taste at night, to the point where I felt ravenous for it. The taste only I got of him.

Then with a low moan, barely a susurration on his lips, he filled me. The cold sculpted man shed his skin for a moment so brief your brain could barely process it. For a fraction of a second he melted into my arms too and our auras seemed to become one brilliant blinding light around me. The purple and silver-black ripples of mine, combining with the white silvers of his own.

We were one person.

Then we separated and I felt the bed pull down beside me. I waited patiently on my back for him to regain his breath and take me back into his arms.

I heard my chains rattle as I put my hands behind my back, slipping into the dreamy tired state that only hours of sex and countless orgasms could drag out of you. I was exhausted, wet from sweat, and the seed I could feel on top of the sheets and down from my backside. Satisfied though, and right where I belonged.

After several minutes passed in silence I felt my chains get released, before a cold hand drew me in. He made his touch like that of an ice cube as he cooled my flaming body down.

I smiled and craned my neck; Elish indulged me and traced two fingers up and down the exposed nape.

“Mm, I love you.” I turned around and kissed him on his lips. Elish pressed back and drew me close to him.

“Reassurance? That is odd; I thought we were over this already?”

My chest rose and fell, and I prepared myself for his laughter. “You just seem to be treating Killian pretty well, birthday presents, kindness... you’ve always been nice to him, even the first time we met him.”

There was no scathing retort though, only a heavy silence that suited the atmosphere in the room, still thick from our love making.

“Killian has always had a fragile mind, and requires a different approach than you would.”

“Still,” I said with a frown.

“You should know, Cicaro, Reaver will wake up soon and when he does it will be Killian telling him not to murder all of us. Killian is the key to controlling the beast, remember that.”

That made sense but I still felt the jealousy burn up my heart. I was so used to Elish being commanding and cruel to everyone who wasn’t in his small circle of family, it rubbed me the wrong way that he was being this nice to Killian.

“True,” I sighed and shifted myself closer to him; in response he tightened his hold on me. “Just don’t be too nice. Remember what I said: I will kill any new pet you bring home.”

He chuckled but was silent after. I didn’t want him to sleep yet though, there was something else I needed from him, if only to appease my insecurities.

I huffed through my nose and pulled on his hand, which was still wrapped around my chest.

Elish let out a breath; he knew what I wanted. “Very well, maritus. I love you. Now sleep. Reaver will be awakening soon and I think we will need to rest up for the chaos that may cause.” I felt him rest his chin on top of my head.

I smiled at my small victory. I had been coaxing him to say it to me more often, though so far I had only gotten it out of him three times in the year he had started doing it. It was a win though and it filled my heart up with everything it needed.

I kissed his hand and closed my eyes.

In his arms I could sleep forever, but in those same arms not always was the sleep undisturbed. Usually though Elish would already be awake, because of my moaning or thrashing he was usually already up and petting my hair back when I would have my night terrors.

But tonight... no, this wasn’t a night terror.

I should have known what it was, but it had been over a year since it had happened. So when I found myself getting out of bed and walking out of the bedroom, I didn’t know what was going on with me.

My temples started to pound; oddly I felt an electric shiver go up my spine.

Then a scream that immediately snapped my head into the direction of Killian’s bedroom. I felt a weird sensation behind my ears, a higher octave to the tones Killian’s screams were making.

I took the first two steps slowly before I broke into a sprint. My first thought being that Perish had found his way past the keypad, and he was trying to fuck him again.

When I opened the door and barged inside I stopped cold, staring at the darkness in stunned silence as I mentally hit a smoke-wall of emotion.

Killian’s aura was as thick as mud and the colours of a rotting corpse; I had never felt anything so horrific. I felt my own aura recoil and slink inside of me like it was some sort of living creature. I hadn’t had this reaction since I had felt Reaver’s aura, and before him, Silas’s. But theirs were filled with darkness this was filled with...

I had to get closer to him.

The door shut behind me, but my faded night vision made everything glow blue. I saw a twisted heap in the middle of the bed, Killian’s eyes half-closed and brimming. I saw his mouth twist open but no scream came out. Only his hands tensed tighter and his legs writhed in mental agony.

No... I turned and went to leave, my mind feeling overwhelmed and taken to its mental capacity. I had to escape from this aura; it was too much for me.

Two and a half years had turned a bright little sunbeam into... this? He emanated more heart-wrenching despair than the Fallocaust itself.

“Reaver?” Killian suddenly croaked.

I closed my eyes tight and ground my teeth as he pressed up against my soul. I felt him enclose me; wrap me in those tendrils of overwhelming sadness and fear.

I slammed my fist against the wall in frustration and turned towards him.

Like my movements were robotic I walked up to the bed. With a pull of my own aura I felt a flash of white-hot determination. I drew my own violet aura and pushed it against his own.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

The colours in the darkness were so tangible, yet I knew they were invisible to everyone else but me. Only Elish and some of the other chimeras could see their own auras reflecting in my eyes. Elish loved to watch ours, sometimes to gauge just how much I was becoming like him, other times to just watch during our love making.

“You’re aura is getting more silver strands, they make your eyes look like small galaxies.”

I had smiled at him shyly, and rubbed my hand against his arm. “You’re so powerful, yet you can’t see it... look, just concentrate and you can see it lighting up your blood vessels.”

Elish had smiled back at me. We were in bed again. I was tracing a finger along a pearly ripple waving its way up his chest before disappearing into his throat.

I could see his aura the clearest, visually, but during day-to-day life I never saw or sensed them. It was something I had to concentrate on to make happen.

”Only in those golden eyes of yours I see them. I am not an empath like you.” He raised a gloveless hand and traced it down my cheek; I felt it turn almost unbearably hot to iced cold in a matter of moments. “You know what abilities I was born with, the same ones you’ve been able to absorb.”

I pushed my growing aura against Killian further and felt the first break in the thick smoke. I found myself physically reaching my hands out, until for reasons my mind couldn’t justify I put a hand against his face.

My mind lit up like I had taken a hit of LSD.

It was a flash, an injection of images like I was unloading a zip folder of short video clips. I saw them all pulse through my mind in rapid succession, each bringing their own fleeting moment of feeling.

I had felt this before... almost two years ago.

So many horrible images, I couldn’t grab onto one for long but I saw things that made my stomach turn. I saw Jeff Massey, infested with wiggling maggots and still alive, poor fuck. I saw Perish’s throat open in front of me and spray blood onto my body, and I saw...

I furrowed my brow. I saw Reaver, a twisted snarling monster, chasing Killian with the realization that if he caught Killian he would rape him. They were in Aras, I recognised those building designs, this wasn’t that long ago either.

And I saw the factory, that almost brought me to my knees. The fear from that had lingered, a foul rib shaking despair that rotted you from the inside out. This was before he found Reaver, before he had mental armor to put on.

But why was I seeing this...? I had only once seen into someone’s mind, Elish’s, and that was when I was incredibly ill. I had had surgery done to prevent me from using this absorption ability after Garrett had told Elish it would eventually overload my brain and kill me.

I had to tell my master...

I heard a small sigh of relief, and a moment later I was shocked back to reality with Killian’s hand over mine.

I blinked and looked down; Killian’s eyes were half-open.

“Reaver?” he whimpered. His voice was high and pleading.

You poor broken bird; they’re going to destroy you.

Look at you... you small helpless little thing, writhing in your own internalized madness. A small little songbird who happened to stumble into the clutches of a hawk.

A hawk that will not kill you, no, you will not be allowed such an easy escape. No, your wings will mend and he will break them again, until you are a crippled heap and he grows bored of such defective merchandise.

Silas is going to torture you until the sun consumes the earth.

You were a small beacon of light in the never-ending grey when I met you. A thirst for life and learning that seemed unquenchable at that age. You looked so much younger too. Now as I stare at that face I swear you aged ten years instead of two and a half. Not in your soft lanky body that any man would kill to touch, nor in your face that still made you look like a young teenager... but in your eyes. Those large spheres of a blue so deep if I kept looking I knew I would drown in them.

Jade?

What are you doing?

Lost eyes. The carefree spark of naive innocence had died in them, but at what point the images didn’t tell me. I just knew everyone had been too busy to grieve its death. Now what child-like innocence he had was a shelled wraith, walking in a lost daze around a landscape that would never change, calling for colour but all they will serve you is red and grey.

Always red and grey.

What a cruel twist of fate. Not even two years after Jeff took you and left, did you return a shadow of yourself; a phantom blowing in the breeze, once full of the innocence, now you’re an empty hollow shell hiding behind a polite smile.

No... not empty, you were full, full of the browns and greys of rotten carrion crawling with worms and insects. That embedded their small wiggling bodies into your skin and drove you mad with their movements. Your aura was covered in a layer of decomposed flesh, like the flesh you had knelt in when you realized
Asher
wasn’t dead.

Put it down, Jade.

The things that king had done to me. In the darkness, with my and Killian’s auras intertwined, I felt the atmosphere of that room in Skyfall I had gotten to know well: The Council Room.