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Chapter 2
Coldness, that’s all I feel at the moment. Utter emptiness. I guess after last night I would feel empty right now. I felt so complete last night I don’t even know how I was able to live before then. Even though he said he wouldn’t bed me, he did. Before last night I had no real notion on what intercourse meant. Though, he went slow enough where I could easy follow his lead. I hope my actions pleased him. After we finished he told me all I would need is practice. And if he let me, I planned to do just that.
I shifted in bed some, reaching over I felt for Lucifer. Only to be met with empty sheets. Sitting up quickly I looked around the room. Only to see him standing near the bay window, dressed in nothing. I moved to get up, only to lie back down from the subtle throb coming from my special area. It was worth it, I thought. I stared at his backside, taking in every detail that I could. Embedding those images into my mind. I never wanted to forget.
Turning over onto my side I sighed. I felt so content right now; it was as if my soul was in peace. A feeling I have never experienced before, but now that I have tasted it, I never wanted to let it go. I mentally shook my head to clear the fog clouding it. Only to notice Lucifer striding toward me in all his glory. I couldn’t hold the blush at bay. He was so perfect. I moved over so he could sit beside me. He did just that. “How are you feeling, love?” his voice soothed my aching muscles in my lower body. I sucked in a breath, before slowly letting it loose.
“I’m cold.” I whispered. He chuckled, and slid underneath the silk covers. Once settled behind me he spooned my body against his, his breath playing with the shell of my ear. His body-engulfed mine, giving me the necessary warmth that my body craved. I sighed in bliss. He looked down at me. “Better?” He asked. The only response I gave was turning around in his arms and burry my head into his chest and smile. He laughed. His laughter vibrated throughout his body and into mine giving me Goosebumps. He put his arm around my waist.
“Are you ready for today?” Lucifer’s mouth was right next to my ear, his warm breath tickling it making me shiver in pleasure. “Ready for what.” I asked, the curiosity apparent in my voice. He pulled me closer to him, squishing me in the process. “Well, I have to introduce you to the other Lord’s and Ladies from hell. Its only proper to introduce my living bride.” I tried to pull away to look into his eyes, but he held me fast. Preventing me from moving any part of my body. Instead of moving my body I asked my question with my face pressed into his chest. “What do you mean by other Lord’s and Ladies? Aren’t you Lucifer?”
He outright laughed at my question. I huffed in annoyance. Only once he quieted his laughter did he answer my question. “I am not Lucifer, though he is my father. My name is Naraku, which is the Japanese meaning for hell. I am to introduce you to my father, along with the other lower class demons. I will need their blessings to truly make you mine.”
“And what if they do not approve of me?” I knew I didn’t want to hear the answer. I knew it would fill me with utter dread. But I asked it anyway, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind telling me not to ask. It’s better to be prepared then to hide in the dark waiting for the inevitable. Loosening his hold on me, he looked away. Trying to not to meet my eyes. I felt like I already knew the answer.
“You will die.” He whispered.
I gasped. I had a feeling he was going to say that, but to actually hear him say it out loud. I felt my heart restrict. This can’t be happening, I told myself. It’s just a dream. But I knew it wasn’t. The feelings flowing through me were all too real. They overflowed all stray thoughts, only making me feel dread, fear and resentment. Now that I think about it, Naraku knew what he was putting me through, and he did it anyway. I guess devils really are selfish.
With tears pouring out of my eyes I tried to push him away. I don’t want this. I thought. “b*****d. You knew this and still put my life on the line? You selfish b*****d!” I screamed at him. I started to claw at his face, not caring that I might scar him in any way. His beautiful face contorted into a fierce mask of anger. “You will calm yourself.” He whispered. I noted the tone of his voice; deadly. I felt my body freeze, even though my mind wanted to throw more obscenities at him.
He roughly pulled up by the arm and dragged me into another part of the room. I tried to claw at his wrist that was holding both of my hands. Why was he so damn strong? I growled. He dragged me across the room to another door that I hadn’t noticed before. Still holding my hands together with one hand, he opened to door and through me inside. Walking in behind me he slammed the door shut, locking it in the process.
I got to my feet and ran to a corner of the, from what I could tell, large closet. He strode toward me with purpose. Looking for anything I could use as a weapon I found nothing. Looking back up at him I shrank back. He was two feet from me. I huddled in the corner, tears pouring nonstop out of my eyes. Why was he like this? Is this how he really is?
I glanced around me once more before looking at him. Before I could scream his hand was around my neck, squeezing it, crushing my fragile bones. I can hear them start to crack. He lifted me up by my neck and slammed me against the wall. My head bounced off, followed by a wetness I could only guess was blood. His fierce red eyes glared at me in anger. “You will never raise you’re voice against me ever again! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” His yell resounded off the large space we were in. And I, in whatever self-preservation I had left, could only nod. I choked; blood seeped past my gasping lips and flowed down in-between my breasts, before sluggishly slowing to a stop by my navel.
Still, he didn’t seem satisfied by my acknowledgement. He took my hands and placed them in some device. Looking up I noticed they were blood caked shackles. They reminded me of the shackles in that room that horrid room. Was this his way of torturing me? It felt like it. He held my head in-between his thumb and index finger lifting my head he crashed his limps onto mine. Making me scream into his mouth. Him taking the advantage thrusts his tongue into mine. His large hands held my hips firmly in place, making me feel his generous bulge, he grinded against me. I didn’t want this to happen this way! He was being so harsh, so cold. He was so unlike last night! His tongue continued to invade my mouth. Quickly, while the chance was opportune, I bit down onto his tongue, drawing blood in the process.
He pulled away quickly; he stared into my eyes in utter outrage. He lifted his arm. I knew what was going to happen. And it happened. Naraku, the man I was supposed to love, had slapped me. My head snapped to the left, blood leaving my mouth as some of my teeth loosened. I coughed out the blood that had risen in my throat. I wouldn’t let him hear me cry. No, this b*****d will not have the pleasure of seeing my weaknesses. I straitened my head and glared at him. The left side of my face was bruised and swollen, that seemed to satisfy him to some extent. My throat felt raw, like someone took sand paper to it. “Why?” I managed to croak out. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He reached out and pulled my hair back, showing my throat to him. He gazed upon it in hunger. “Because, you need to know you’re place. You have no right to raise your voice to me, or reject me! Every time you do something that displeases me, I will consider that an act of insubordination. And If I have to, I will beat that out of you.” He leaned in toward my neck. Rubbing his nose against my soft skin, he breathed in. taking in my natural sent. I tried to pull away, only for him to pull my head by the hair to the side so he could get a better angle to my neck. A single word flashed through my mind as he bit down into my neck.
“Vampire.”
He didn’t seem to notice, what I said, or that I was slowly going limp in his arms. My arms, that were still chained above me head, held me weight. I started loosing focus; I uttered four words before I was completely lost in a void of darkness.
“I hate you, Naraku”
 I N V E E S A B L E · Wed Oct 01, 2008 @ 01:17am · 0 Comments |
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