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Rogan first noticed the scent of smoke drifting past his senses upon the slight night breeze. His sense of smell was much sharper than the others’—sharper even than Damian’s. He pulled reigned his horse in and pulled along side Damian. The others were far back, Brim and Taurnil were squabbling over Lilly and Lewis was keeping a silent but malevolent eye on them.
Damian turned to Rogan, his face as expressionless as usual. “What is it, Rogan?” There was no trace of any of Damian’s earlier moods in his voice.
Rogan twisted inwardly at the ease with which Damian could apparently put emotions aside, but he let it go without comment. He gestured to an area just off to the right of the road they were currently on. “There is a farmhouse over there.”
Damian nodded. He never questioned Rogan on such things. But sometimes he liked to let Rogan show his colors a bit. “You certain it’s a farmhouse?”
“Yes. I can smell the animals and the wood fire.” He grinned as his belly grumbled slightly. “And I can smell the smoke from the kitchen fire. Smells like a good stew cooking.”
Damian smiled Rogan’s pulse jumped. He cursed himself mentally for being so easy. All Damian had to do was smile at him to set his heart fluttering! But then, Damian had the effect on just about everyone—when he wanted to.
Damian turned and rode back to the others. Rogan could easily have heard what Damian said to them, but he made a conscious effort NOT to. He didn’t want to hear Lewis’s voice right now—and he was certain that he did NOT want to hear anything Brim or Taurnil might have to say.
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The stew was indeed very good. It was the customary pot of vegetables with a few scraps of meat thrown in—nothing elaborate, but Rogan sat at the table finishing his third bowl.
Lewis glared at him from across the room. “How can you EAT that slop so soon after… “ He wrinkled his rather sharp nose in distaste. “One moment you are tearing the throat out of an old woman, eating her flesh—and the next you are eating her soup. You should be in a cage!”
Rogan grinned at Lewis as he wiped some traces of the broth from his lips with the back of his hand. He noticed that there was a trace of the old woman’s blood on his hand and grinned even more broadly. “Possibly. But I was hungry. She wasn’t very filling, actually. A bit on the gristly side. Stuck in my throat a bit.”
Lewis looked as if he were about to be sick. Rogan laughed outright.
Damian looked from one to the other, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Lewis, the sun is coming up. Unless you are planning on adding your dust to this already dusty floor, I would suggest you take yourself off.”
He turned to Rogan, and the smile deepened. “Rogan, tell me one thing: Did the wolf bite the man, or did the man bite the wolf? I think sometimes that the beast in you came long before the man.” He stood beside Rogan now, his hand resting on Rogan’s shoulder.
Rogan looked up at Damian. He met Damian’s eyes and all thoughts of Lewis vanished from his head. Damian was looking down at him, his eyes as black as a starless sky. Damian brushed Rogan’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Which one will I have in my bed tonight, Rogan?” His voice was soft as he stepped back slightly to let Rogan rise.
When Rogan stood, Damian moved so that his mouth was very close to Rogan’s neck, so close that his next words caressed his skin like a kiss. “Will the gentle, submissive man offer himself to me for my pleasure—or will the rough, unrestrained beast take what he wants of me?”
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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I picked the meat out of my teeth and flicked it at brims face, who didn't even notice.
"disgusting" I muttered at both brim, and the sight of Damien and his pet going up the stairs. I spat in my bowl and sighed. I had no patience left and just wanted to go to bed.
"Listen you worthless pieces of ****, theres only two beds in the house. One is obviously already occupied by Damien and Rogan." I said rather bored. "And none of us are sleeping in the second one because Lilly has been placed there. So sleep where ever you like." I began to stand up and leave when I heard both elves laugh. "What is it now?" I spat at them.
"Jus so funny ow upset ye get over the fact Rogans gettin ****ed insted er you" Brim said still chuckling. I growled, rather loudly, turned sharply on my heel and was at Brim in a matter of a few seconds. MY hand was tightly wrapped around his throat and I pratically yelled the words at his face.
"I'm not even CLOSE to upset you worm. I'm merly disgusted that I have to spend the night even remotely near either of you. Lets make it clear now that theres no possible way I could care less that a control freak is being ****ed by a rat." I sharply let go of his neck and he said no more as I walked into the room where Lilly lay.
I sat against the wall and watched her. She was going to be fine by tomorrow. I couldn't help but think about what Damians plan was for her. I couldn't let him kill her, could I? My eyes flickered with frustration. It didn't matter. She was nothing to me anyway, right? These thoughts were driven from my head as I heard a moan or a growl from upstairs. I had had quite enough. I stood up and turned to the door as I walked out I began to yell.
"If you two INSIST on ****ing eachother you could be a LITTLE more quite about it some of us might be trying to get some sleep. Not that either of you care much." I muttered the last bit and ignored the elves outburst in hideous laughter. I went back to my position on the wall and fell asleep untill later that night. When I could see torches outside the window infront of the house.
I glanced over at Lilly who was fast asleep and then moved the room where the twins were. They were already awake.
"oo ar they Lewis?" Asked Taurnil.
"No idea, I'll go see."
"It's gotta be a angry mob" said Brim. I stood up and went to the door and slowly opened it. Imdeiatly I heard shoots of "witch" and "murderer".
"Where's the old women who lives in this house?" Said a rather large looking man. I smirked slightly.
"Sorry no witches here, move on till morning." I said gleefully as I tryed to shut the door but the man stuck his foot in the way, but I continued to shut it untill i heard a satisfying crazk and the man fell back yelping in pain. " Oh, I'm sorry was that your foot?"
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Rogan opened his eyes. He lay still, momentarily uncertain of his surroundings. It was one of the hazards of constant travel, that sense of disorientation upon waking. But he was used to it by now and he could feel Damian’s skin against his.
He closed his eyes again and inhaled deeply, letting the Damian’s scent fill him. It was still tinged with the smell of sex and Rogan growled softly, arousal rushing instantly through the blood in his veins. He brushed his teeth over the back of Damian’s neck and ran a hand down his side. Damian’s skin was soft, as soft as a woman’s almost. But the tightness, the hard muscle beneath the skin was very male. Rogan groaned deeply and pushed Damian roughly, turning him half on his stomach.
Damian sighed and stretched. “Were you going to wake me first? Or mount me as I slept?” His tone was cool, but Rogan could hear the teasing underneath the words.
“I was going to wake you, once I had you where I wanted you.” Rogan pushed Damian down on the bed and moved to straddle him. “Like this.” He rubbed his hard arousal against Damian’s ass. Damian moaned in response.
Rogan ran his tongue around Damian’s ear. “And if you still hadn’t woken up…” Rogan bit Damian’s shoulder—and tasted the warm, slightly sweet blood as it touched his tongue.
Damian caught his breath sharply and wrapped his fingers in Rogan’s hair. “Rogan, you—“ he broke off as Rogan suddenly rolled off of him. He turned over, scowling. “What the ****…?” He stopped as he saw the flickering glow outside the window.
“Witch! Murderer!” Rogan was crouching in front of the window. He could hear the angry voices below. He knew Damian could hear them too.
Damian laid his hand on Rogan’s shoulder. Rogan looked up, startled. He hadn’t even heard Damian move—and he was fully dressed already. Damian smiled down at Rogan and flicked his cheek lightly. “Get dressed. I’m going down before Lewis has all the fun.”
Rogan scowled at the mention of Lewis and quickly dressed. He was only a minute, if that, behind Damian, just in time to hear a yelp of pain and hear Lewis say with unholy glee “Oh, I’m sorry was that your foot?”
“Lewis, is that your plan then? Open the door for each of them one at a time and then break their foot?” Damian’s voice was calm, as if the dozen or so villagers that stood outside the cottage with torches and god only knew what other weapons were little more than a nuisance.
Lewis looked past Damian and glared at Rogan. “I believe they are looking for the old woman, Rogan. Shall I slit open your belly so they can see where she has gone?”
“Don’t start, Lewis,” Damian snapped. “I believe they are also looking for a ‘witch.’ Shall I throw her out to them? It would save me a lot of trouble to be rid of her right now.”
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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I looked hard at Damian for a few seconds before turning sharply on my heel and walking towards the stairs. I had absolutely NO patience for whatever idiotic words the elves had. Damian thinks he is so clever with all his little remarks and I was so close to losing my temper that I would have been dead before half the villagers were.
The floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I made my way into one of the rooms it reeked of sex. Running my tongue over my teeth I ran a hand across the sheets. How disgusting my nose was filled with the scents of sex, Rogan and Damian. I couldn’t decide if I was disgusted or aroused though. Gripping the sheet in my hand I looked through the window. I could smell blood, now it was defiantly an arousal. I snarled at the room as I left it and headed downstairs. It was scarce which was surprising, only dozen or so villagers should only take a few minutes. My ear twitched suddenly as I heard the soft breathing from the other room, I smiled and walked quietly into the room and kneeled beside the bed.
She was fast asleep and for the first time in a long while I felt the ting of fear. Damian was going to kill her eventually there was no doubt about that. I reached out to touch her cheek and her eyes snapped open. Turning her head she just looked at me for a few minutes before sitting up.
“ What do you want?”
“I was only making sure you were alright,” I smirked at her, “so how is the little witch? All better?” She scowled and ran a hand through her hair.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in a cottage. The others are taking care of a few unwanted visitors.” There was silence for a few seconds before I looked at her and rose an eyebrow. “So why haven’t you killed all of us?”
“I don’t know.” I reached out again to touch her hand but she pulled away. I frowned.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice filled with a reasonable amount of concern. She gave me a strange look before answering.
“You almost killed me, I don’t want you touching me right now.” I snarled slightly as I was about to make my response when I heard the click of the wooden door being opened.
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Rogan glared at Lewis’s back. Leave it to Lewis to let his temper get in the way of his responsibilities. He turned toward Damian. “How many are there?”
Damian turned to Rogan. He was still irritated at Lewis, Rogan could see that on his face. “Not enough to get your tail in a twist over.”
Rogan raised his eyebrows. “My tail in a twist?” His lips twitched slightly. And he walked over to Damian and brushed against him. “So, what are we going to do?”
Damian looked at Rogan and a small smile touched his lips. “I say we open the door.”
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There hadn’t been that many, really. And after the first few of them fell, their throats torn out or their entrails spilling onto the ground, there were suddenly much fewer of them. Rogan leaned against the door of the farmhouse and watched Brim and Taurnil drag the last body outside. He shook his head slightly. That one had been a pity, really. He was not much more than a boy, almost pretty. Reminded him quite a bit of Lewis. Killing him hadn’t been the pity. Having to do it so quickly was what had been a shame. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the traces of the boy’s blood from his lips. He licked the blood from his hand.
“You are such an animal, Rogan.” There was no criticism in Damian’s voice.
Rogan looked at Damian. Damian’s lips were unstained. He never tasted the blood of those he killed. He didn’t think Damian had anything strongly against it, just figured Damian didn’t care to bother. Blood wasn’t his craving, nor was the flesh it was soaked in. And that was his strength. He never killed in a bloodlust. He never surrendered himself to the hunger or the thirst. He just killed. Coldly and mechanically, his face as expressionless as a mask. Rogan thought briefly that of all of them, Damian would be the one he would least want to face at the moment of his death.
Unless Lewis was enraged, death at his hands would be almost pleasant. He seduced his victims with his eyes as he drained their life from their veins. And the wolf in him, fangs bared to tear out a throat, claws at the ready to rip open a stomach, would cause the heart to pump wildly, sending the sweet adrenaline racing through the blood. Most of Rogan’s victims died quickly, their hearts bursting from raw primal fear before the first chunk of their flesh slipped down his throat.
But Damian’s victims had time. Damian never rushed. It was as if he took pleasure in the preciseness of the act—though there was never anything in his eyes to show it. No, the cold, lack of expression in his eyes would freeze the blood in the veins, give his victims a sense of time stopping—giving them a LONG time to feel their death. Rogan shivered slightly and Damian, watching him, reached out his hand and touched his cheek. Rogan noticed it was covered in blood.
“I would take no pleasure in your death, Rogan. I would end your life quickly. You would be dead before your skin felt my blade.” The words were a caress and Rogan knew they were as close to an “I love you” as Damian would ever say.
Damian flicked his cheek with his finger, his sharp nail scratching Rogan’s cheek slightly. “Go get Lewis and the witch. We need to move.”
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Rogan knew Lewis would be in her room. He paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle, and listened.
“What’s wrong?” Lewis sounded concerned—sounded.
“You almost killed me, I don’t want you touching me right now.” He didn’t want Lewis touching her ever!
He heard Lewis snarl as he pushed the door open. His lip curled slightly as he looked at Lewis. “Doubtless your intention was to ‘guard’ her in case any of the villagers made it up the stairs?”
Rogan looked at Lilly. She looked pale, but much stronger than she should look…considering. He looked away quickly, not wanting to meet her eyes.
“Damian wants to move. Best get downstairs” he said coldly to Lewis.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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My lips immediately curled in disgust and I stood up. Rogan’s face was expressionless except for the slight ting of hate, which always seemed to be there when he spoke with me.
“ Did you enjoy your little snack Rogan? Any particular villager you thought tasted better then another?” I swiftly walked past him, brushing by him with a slight bit of force.
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“Help the elves get the horses ready.” Damian’s voice was hard and firm, he didn’t ask, he commanded.
“Yes your Royal Highness, I will rush off and fulfill your every command.” I bowed down low and immediately had a knee in my face. My nose was bleeding, I couldn’t see it because Damian had wrapped his hand around my hair and pulled my head back, but I could feel it running down my neck. His face was an inch from mine and I could feel his breath on my face.
“I’m getting tired of your tongue, Lewis, your smart ass comments are getting annoying and if I hear anymore from you then your fangs will be in a jar by my bed.” I didn’t say anything. He looked at me hard for a few seconds before loosening his grip on my hair. “You’re a very good fighter Lewis, but your jealousy and lust overrides your strength.” He jerked my head back a final time before he stood up and threw me a cloth to wipe my face off with. The blood soaked into the white, staining it with a deep red.
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I tapped my foot impatiently against my horse. I was ready to go I need to go. Having the wind fly through my hair and fresh air filling my lungs would be a relief right now. Finally Damian and Lilly came out of the farmhouse then Rogan followed. She was pale and her eyes seemed dim.
“Get on Brims horse, now.” Damian said in disgust as he pushed her forward.
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Rogan glared at Lewis as he brushed by but he bit back the words that rose to his lips. It wasn’t the time for a confrontation with vampire boy. There would be plenty of time…later.
He stood for a moment, his back to Lilly. He could hear her breathing. It wasn’t quite a “normal” breathing. And her scent, that sweet intoxicating smell that still drifted through his dreams and lingered in his senses even after he awoke, was different, as well. The difference was subtle, barely discernable, but it was there. It wasn’t fear he smelled on her. He would have recognized that, and would have understood—Damian planned to kill her, and she knew it. And what sort of protection could she hope for from any of them? He felt his stomach churning. Lewis had nearly taken her life, he had greedily licked her blood from Lewis’s mouth and Brim and Taurnil were constantly squabbling over which one of them would have her first after Damian had done with her. No, there was no protection to be found among them. Of course, perhaps she had her own protection. She was a witch, after all.
So what was the difference? He turned toward her, unaware that his nose was wrinkled, as if picking up a scent—which he was.
“Does my smell disgust you so much, Rogan?” Lilly’s voice was flat, emotionless.
Rogan started and quickly returned his features to their usual mask. “No, of course not.” He paused, unsure of what else to say.
She smiled. It was a small smile, not much more than a slight lifting of the corner of her mouth, but it shot straight through him. He took a few steps toward her, then stopped. Would she want him closer? He didn’t think so.
“Are you alright?” It was a stupid question. Obviously she was not alright.
“I’m well enough,” she replied. There was a slight shaking in her voice. “What has happened, Rogan? Why is there so much blood on you?”
He suddenly realized how he must look. He glanced down at himself and was nearly sick. The front of his clothes were heavily stained with blood. And his hands…his fingernails were caked in blood, with dirty trails of blood down his arms—where the blood had run as had held the steaming entrails of his victims.
He turned away and walked to the window. He looked down and saw Damian’s knee connected with Lewis’s face. He looked away. He could smell the vampire’s blood all the way up here. He swallowed hard to still the growl that slowly rose to his throat.
“Rogan, tell me.” Her voice was clear and steady, the shaking gone.
“There were villagers. They were looking for the woman who lived here…” He paused and continued, his voice quieter, “…and a witch.”
He could hear her breath catch slightly.
“We took care of them, they won’t harm you.” But he sensed the catch wasn’t from fear. He turned back to her. “Lilly, why were they looking for a witch?”
“Yes, Lilly, why WERE they looking for a witch?” Rogan nearly jumped. He hadn’t even heard the door click open.
Damian glanced at Rogan and then strode to the bed where Lilly still lay. He grasped her arms roughly and pulled her to her feet. “How is it that they knew a witch was here?” He grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her to meet his gaze. “What have you been up to, my pretty little witch?”
Rogan could see her wince in pain and he took a step toward them. Damian snarled at him and the look in his eyes brought him up short. It flashed only briefly, barely long enough for Rogan to see it, but it stopped him dead in his tracks. It wasn’t anger. It was something else. It almost looked like…jealousy. But it was gone now, replaced by Damian’s usual cold black gaze.
Damian turned quickly and strode toward the door, dragging Lilly behind him. “Come along, witch. Perhaps while we are riding you could enlighten me on that subject. And if you have been up to anything that will interfere with my plans, you will not be alive come dawn.”
Rogan did not follow. His thoughts were torn. He was starting to feel something very akin to suspicion. How HAD they known there was a witch in here? A great deal of time had passed since he had known Lilly. Who was to say what had happened in her life between then and now. He scowled and felt a growl rising in his throat, one he did not bother to force back this time. Lewis had obviously happened. That alone would be enough to change anyone. And something about her had changed, he had sensed that, had smelled that. But what?
“Rogan, move your ass or I will leave you here!” Damian’s sharp voice broke through his thoughts.
He shook his head and headed down the stairs. Once outside, he took a deep breath. The night air smelled good and clear. His nose wrinkled. But the blood was starting to turn, the bodies starting on their road to rot. He quickly mounted his horse. It would be good to be away from here. He trotted his horse past Lewis, giving the vampire little more than a cursory glance. His nose was swollen. Good. Took a little of the pretty from his face.
“Brim, Taurnil, keep a close eye on the witch. If she even twitches wrong, kill her.” And with that, Damian motioned the group forward.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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