05-08-2014, 05:23 AM
The mind sees what it can decipher. The violent act Dane drew across the woman's cheek was not of this world. The power rolled inside of him and Aria's fears came bubbling up. Death it self didn't scare Aria, she knew she'd die, she knew the days were limited and the solid flow of air that struck the woman between them only enhanced that knowledge, but she didn't want to die. She touched the edge of it on a regular basis, but she didn't have the courage to do it.
Aria followed Dane's eyes and his suggestion. Her sword was hardly a play thing even if death was imminent, it was not the most ideal tool for the job. Aria took her eyes from Dane for the first time since he'd join their two-some. She watched the rise and fall of her chest before leaning over the woman and kissing the cheek Dane and reddened. Aria whispered in her ear "I'll be back in a second, stay still."
Aria glanced up at Dane before scooting off the far side of the bed. Her coat lay draped over a chair with her sword underneath. What Aria would have given to feel Dane's emotions as she walked away. She rummaged in her pocket but didn't find what she was looking for. A quick toss and the other pocket held the bloodied blade. The other woman was not watching Aria, she was watching Dane watch her. She smiled at Dane, it was not happiness nor humor. The long forgotten switch taught by father dimtiri flipped. Aria had been forced to practice on cadavers, how to kill a human. He gave them names, their real names and their stories. He made Aria feel for them before she was to kill them. He would say not all monsters are grotesque and gruesome. Some where human.
Aria didn't know at the time any of the lore of the gods, she wasn't supposed to have know in the first place. She knew now why he had made her kill the dead bodies over and over again until she could do it in her sleep.
The blade cut into Aria's hand as she held it by the blade, she walked behind Dane, holding the blade by two fingers. She could kill a god, right now. But she looked over at the frail human that had been their toy and smiled. Aria ran the cold handle along Dane's back before gently dangling the blade in front of the woman's eyes as she crawled up on the bed and to the other side of the waiting pair.
Aria felt fear for the first time emanating from the woman before her, she touched the other woman and Aria gasped at the fear and sent it back to her, the fear building to a crescendo, the woman's breath was getting ragged but she was petrified with fear. Aria drew a fine line from the collar bone to her navel with the tip of the blade. The blood bloomed effortlessly on to her skin.
The woman started to whimper and let out a terrifying scream as Aria deftly slipped the blade underneath her rib cage, to pierce the vital kidney. Aria jerked the knife from her side at the scream. Aria held both her hands to her head, the piercing voice hurt her head. In a near instant the voice cut short into a bloody gurgle as Aria slipped the blade between her ribs and punctured her lung. No more screaming.
Aria drew fine lines across the neck and inner thigh, she didn't want a bleed out, but she practiced all the things father dimitri had taught her. She watched Dane as she drew the blade deeply across the woman's stomach. A deadly kill, very slow to die if help was not administered quickly. There was no help here.
There was only one spot left, the final kill. Aria grabbed Dane's hand, she didn't care if he wanted her to touch him now or not. She was ready to hold onto his hand if he fought back. She kissed it softly before taking his fingers beneath hers and started counting the ribs of the woman who was at death's door. She didn't need to count the ribs, but she watched Dane. Aria slide the knife slowly between her fingers right above the woman's heart. Aria pushed the knife deeper with ease. Aria didn't turn the knife to finish it off, she let the woman suffer on death's door, until she was no more.
Aria cocked her head to the side and held the knife up in front of her face and smiled. She could kill a god today. But she didn't want to. Aria turned the blade handle to Dane on the palm of her hand, held it out for Dane and waited.
Aria followed Dane's eyes and his suggestion. Her sword was hardly a play thing even if death was imminent, it was not the most ideal tool for the job. Aria took her eyes from Dane for the first time since he'd join their two-some. She watched the rise and fall of her chest before leaning over the woman and kissing the cheek Dane and reddened. Aria whispered in her ear "I'll be back in a second, stay still."
Aria glanced up at Dane before scooting off the far side of the bed. Her coat lay draped over a chair with her sword underneath. What Aria would have given to feel Dane's emotions as she walked away. She rummaged in her pocket but didn't find what she was looking for. A quick toss and the other pocket held the bloodied blade. The other woman was not watching Aria, she was watching Dane watch her. She smiled at Dane, it was not happiness nor humor. The long forgotten switch taught by father dimtiri flipped. Aria had been forced to practice on cadavers, how to kill a human. He gave them names, their real names and their stories. He made Aria feel for them before she was to kill them. He would say not all monsters are grotesque and gruesome. Some where human.
Aria didn't know at the time any of the lore of the gods, she wasn't supposed to have know in the first place. She knew now why he had made her kill the dead bodies over and over again until she could do it in her sleep.
The blade cut into Aria's hand as she held it by the blade, she walked behind Dane, holding the blade by two fingers. She could kill a god, right now. But she looked over at the frail human that had been their toy and smiled. Aria ran the cold handle along Dane's back before gently dangling the blade in front of the woman's eyes as she crawled up on the bed and to the other side of the waiting pair.
Aria felt fear for the first time emanating from the woman before her, she touched the other woman and Aria gasped at the fear and sent it back to her, the fear building to a crescendo, the woman's breath was getting ragged but she was petrified with fear. Aria drew a fine line from the collar bone to her navel with the tip of the blade. The blood bloomed effortlessly on to her skin.
The woman started to whimper and let out a terrifying scream as Aria deftly slipped the blade underneath her rib cage, to pierce the vital kidney. Aria jerked the knife from her side at the scream. Aria held both her hands to her head, the piercing voice hurt her head. In a near instant the voice cut short into a bloody gurgle as Aria slipped the blade between her ribs and punctured her lung. No more screaming.
Aria drew fine lines across the neck and inner thigh, she didn't want a bleed out, but she practiced all the things father dimitri had taught her. She watched Dane as she drew the blade deeply across the woman's stomach. A deadly kill, very slow to die if help was not administered quickly. There was no help here.
There was only one spot left, the final kill. Aria grabbed Dane's hand, she didn't care if he wanted her to touch him now or not. She was ready to hold onto his hand if he fought back. She kissed it softly before taking his fingers beneath hers and started counting the ribs of the woman who was at death's door. She didn't need to count the ribs, but she watched Dane. Aria slide the knife slowly between her fingers right above the woman's heart. Aria pushed the knife deeper with ease. Aria didn't turn the knife to finish it off, she let the woman suffer on death's door, until she was no more.
Aria cocked her head to the side and held the knife up in front of her face and smiled. She could kill a god today. But she didn't want to. Aria turned the blade handle to Dane on the palm of her hand, held it out for Dane and waited.