I pulled at the energy around me making myself invisible as I passed beneath the rays of the full moon. I could scent the blood in the air as my other hunger was in full force. I looked down at the small lake I was passing. A man was standing beside it, his heart lost in contemplation. I shifted to the darkness and shadowed behind him. The moonlight was striking against his hauntingly pale skin. If I didn’t taste the rushing flow of his veins I would have thought he was a ghost or worse a Deminoir, a dark half-ling of god.
I moved quietly behind him, shimmering into a soft blue organza top over a pair of blue jeans. I was fighting not to use up the last of my power. I stepped down heavily on to a twig, cracking it beneath my weight alerting him to my approach. He turned to look at me; his eyes were vague, barely acknowledging my presence. He turned back to the water letting me approach him.
I moved to the water’s edge just beyond him and watched the moonlight’s reflection ripple on the waters surface. It was so serenely beautiful, my thoughts drifted out across that endless black and silver surface. The water accepted them easily, drowning away my concerns, and listening to my sad tale. I was killed by a pack of dark half-lings of God known as Deminoir and brought over as one of them. I escaped the pack that killed me and found out I was brought over to stop a war on of the Deminoir kings was planning on unleashing on all of mankind. I was born the daughter of God himself and the Seraphim Seseria, making me a Lumazi or light half-ling by birth. All this water acknowledged and cast out with the tide. I felt his heat at my back as he moved to stand beside me.
“I love this time of night.” His eyes never left the water as he stood beside me, I looked up watching in wonderment as the moonlight glinted off his sharp jaw line, his silver gray eyes a glow with the nights powerful light.
“I don’t like the night too much.” I admitted feeling my gaze pulled back to the water’s calming façade. Was it looking at water that was calming my hungry beast? I wondered was this a quality of becoming part Naiad, water half-ling? It was the most recent addition of my developing powers and I still didn’t fully understand all that it meant.
The heat of him sent tingles down my body as he shifted his weight brushing arms against me. “The night isn’t so bad; it’s the creatures in it that will harm you.” He remarked casually, his voice still held a distance in it.
I looked back to him, did he mean bears and coyotes, or Deminoir’s in that creed I wondered. He had long dark brown hair that was tied back in a loose ponytail. His runner’s body was accented well in the tight blue jeans and form fitting black tee. I stayed silent beside him lost in thought, why had I come here? Was it the water that drew me in? I remembered! It was his blood that my hunger was after, but it was all but gone now.
“My name’s Bane.”
“Hi.” I murmured turning back to the lake water.
I felt his eyes as he looked down at me, “Hi? No name?” he quirked. His interest was wholly devoted on me, those silver eyes striking out like lightning.
I felt the pull of his eyes; the demand to address him properly. The force of it dragged my eyes from the moon’s reflection up to his silver beams. “Sorry, no name,” I agreed softly.
He moved so that he stood in front of me, blocking my view of the water completely, compelling me to see him alone. He was breathtaking in the silver light, his body strong and warm, with a steady determined pulse. He made me think blood letting could be more than a lustful act, but a true sharing of a person’s life and power.
“Sorry to disturb you Bane, I should go.” I lowered my gaze from his striking attention; he was an energy source I should never have come near.
“Go where exactly? We are hundreds of miles from any town and dozens from my home. Yet you show up out of the dark and moonlight without as much as a rasp to your breath. Where did you come from no name? Why are you on my property?” He grasped me firmly by the upper arms when I refused to answer his questions.
I honestly didn’t know how to respond, do I tell him I’m a Lumazi, a Deminoir, or a Naiad, all of the above? Do I lie, if so what would he believe, he said it himself we were hundreds of miles from a town, let alone a road to claim I broke down, his house sat square in the middle of a national forest and I was so drawn by his blood that it didn’t even register. Do I wrap my heart around his and will him to believe my pretty little lies and offer up his blood to me, shit, I couldn’t do that, it felt too much like rape to me. Damn!
I could shadow away and flee this strange man, leave him in wonderment to the phantom that stood by the moonlit lake with him in awe of its power and beauty. I thought on that watching him carefully from hooded eyes. His silver streaks were tearing into mine, searching for a truth to something he found inconceivable.
“Please let me go.” I whispered against the tightening steel bands his fingers were lacing into my flesh.
“No,” he snapped loosening his grasp slightly but not letting go. “Who are you girl? Where did you come from?” Anxiety threaded his tone and his pulse into an intoxicating beat.
“I don’t want to tell you.” I spat.
He cast a shadowed gaze down to me. “You don’t want to tell me?” he repeated.
I nodded slowly.
His eyes flashed with anger before dissolving back to that softness as the laugh escaped his flawless mouth. He hands loosened dropping down to my elbows but not letting go. “That is too much,” he laughed loudly, the humor in him warmed his hands on my chilled skin. He looked back at me; glee sparkled behind those silver clouds. “Should I call you Specter then?” he questioned in mirth as his fingers caressed softly at the tender bend of my arms.
“Call me whatever you want, but let me go Bane, I shouldn’t have come here.” I insisted trying to pull back from his grasp. His hands turned to hardened steel.
“No Specter, not without an adequate answer. You did come here and you will tell me why.” His will refused to be tested as we stared at each other in a stalemate.
I sighed but kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t tell him the truth of what I was. He was a human, and all though I was new at this, this was one rule that I believed in. Humans shouldn’t know we exist, that’s a given.
He kept his eyes locked on mine; changing only when something moved behind us “We are being hunted.” He uttered softly.
I scented the wolf behind us; his pack was further back but within calling distance. “Wolf?” I made it a question but my voice recaptured his attention.
“How did you know that?” He demanded.
“I can smell him.”
His eyes blazed with a fierce knowledge. His hands left me swiftly. “Which one are you girl?” he barked turning his full gaze on the wolf behind us.
“What?” I asked blankly.
“Which Mezzarazza, half-breed, of God’s lust do you go by, dark or light?” He lifted his chin challenging me to lie to him.
“I’m so much more than that.” The words left my clinched teeth as I drew the shadows in around me and ended this petty game.
“Perfect.” He growled turning sharply to the approaching wolf. A feral howl vibrated from deep within his chest. His body shifted in front of my shadowed eyes. He went from man to wolf as if it was a simple matter of thought, once human now lost behind those wolf’s silver eyes. His fur was a strange mix of silver and brown as he growled at the black timber wolf that was fast approaching.
My body shook with fear. I didn’t want this fight to happen, so I did the only thing I could think to stop it. I sent my heart deep into the black wolf, willing him to submit to Bane’s dominance. The wolf dropped to his belly and rolled in submission, looking from Bane to my shadow and back. His green eyes startled me when they locked on me without hesitation.
Bane went to the wolf and bit at his neck, ensuring the wolf’s submission. The wolf stayed submissive before Bane but his eyes were on me. I felt his heart feral and mysterious within me. The pack I thought was his were hunting him, he was a rogue. I shifted out of the shadows, looking at both wolves.
“Bane, leave him be.” I told the silver eyed wolf who was looking at me hungrily. He shifted back to man within a blink and stood naked before me. His need was blatant in front of me; the hunger in his eyes was of female flesh, not food. The wind blasted around my body reminding me I was also very much nude.
I pulled the shadows around my body keeping hidden from his hungry eyes. The black wolf moved towards me giving Bane a wide birth before sitting at my feet looking up at me. His heart was strong and true, urging me to see something in him that I couldn’t understand.
“He wants your protection from the pack.” Bane’s deep voice cast a shiver down my body. I knew I was invisible to them, but their eyes never left from my body. “You don’t have to be visible to the eyes for a wolf to see you, creature.”
“Specter, girl, creature, are you going to continue giving me such flattering nicknames until I break down and tell you mine?” I hissed angrily at his apparent mind reading. My thoughts were swirling with uncertainty at what these two wolves saw in me, of me.
“Sounds like a plan Mezzarazza.” Bane snarled back bearing his teeth in a dominance play.
“Werewolf,” I spat the word like vile.
“Wrong again God’s little bastard girl.” He cooed viciously.
I bit back my response, waiting for him to clarify but he just paced back and forth. His eyes staying brilliantly focused in on me.
“What are you then?” I retorted heatedly.
“Just another one of God’s infinite jokes,” he growled low in his chest, howling against the moon and the approaching pack. “I am a Mezzarazza like you but not light or dark.”
“I’ve only ever heard of the two.” I lied. My heated anger cooled slightly.
He paced smaller, tighter circles. “I’m the last of my kind.” He admitted savagely. “Deminoir hunted the rest during the Wild Game centuries ago.”
“What are you called then?” I asked gently.
“We were the Ryujin; animism Mezzarazza’s who can shift with thought.” His body went to an aching stillness as he listened for the approach of the other pack. “What do you say wet dream, do you know me well enough yet to even give me your name?”
“I . . .,” hesitation seized at my mouth. Bane of the Ryujin prowled towards me with a predator’s gait. “I can be controlled with my name; I can’t give it away so freely. I’m sorry.” I admitted in a rush of truth that held him back just inches from my shadowed form.
“You are the armé, that both sides are after aren’t you?” His heated gaze blazed down at me, my shadowed form was as clear to him as my physical form could ever be.
“That’s what I’ve been told.”
“Are you going to save this wolf from his pack?” He asked watching me very carefully.
I looked down into the patient green eyes of the wolf at my feet. “Yes,” I said. “I won’t allow a pack to kill a rogue.”
I scented the packs approach as Bane turned from me, keeping me safe behind him. There were at least a dozen of them, growling and snapping their displeasure at the rogue’s involvement with humans.
Bane’s muscles rippled in warning that he was going to shift. I placed my hand on his naked shoulder stopping him flat beneath my light touch. “I offered my protection, allow me.” I instructed shifting placing myself in front of him and the wolf, facing the pack head on.
I sent out that wave of power from my heart, feeling their need to punish and hunt the traitor. I blasted outward at them, he is mine to protector and none of you are dominant to me. Bane drew a gasp of breath as all twelve pack members bowed submissively to me, before turning and running at break neck speeds as far from the rogue and his protector as possible.
“What did you do to them?” Bane asked in awe.
“I protected the wolf that is all.” I admitted enigmatically pulling myself deeper into the shadows. Something about being close to these two made me very edgy.
Bane looked down to the wolf and patted his head absently, “What shall we call him?”
“Doesn’t he have a name of his own?” I questioned looking back and forth between them, their deep bond and understanding that two like creatures can share.
“No,” Bane looked back to me even deep in my shadows and locked on to my eyes. “But I think he deserves one.”
“Ok,” I breathed kneeling down to the wolf placing a hand on his thick course fur, if only to get away from the lightning Bane was casting at me. I wrapped my heart around his stroking his fur softly and felt the patience deep within him, “Aconite.”
Bane knelt on the other side of the wolf, his eyes crashing down to mine with their strange force of nature. “Aconite it is.” He agreed placing a firm hand over my shadowed one on the wolf’s neck. “And what shall I call you?”
I tried to pull back from his hand but I couldn’t his power held me still.
“Stay calm girl, this would work better if you’d un-shadow yourself.” He admitted casting a longing gaze down my naked flesh.
“Mist, I think sums you up pretty well.” He wrapped his hand around my shadowed wrist tugging me closer to him and the wolf. Even with me shadowed his power controlled mine effortlessly. “So what do you say Mist, you looking for a place to stay off the radar?”
“Why Bane you offering,” I retorted trying to keep my heart from racing at the warmth he was pulsing into my shadowed form, tempting and willing me from the cold dark.
“Maybe I am.” He grinned wildly.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, but on one condition,” he replied dropping his voice to a dulcet tone.
“What’s that?” I countered my voice barely a breath.
“You have to agree to it without knowing what it is.” He uttered keeping his voice soft as honey.
“Why should I agree to a condition without knowing it?” I demanded.
“Because, if you agree to the one condition. My house, lands, and protection as vowed by a Ryujin are yours to use as you see fit. Anything you ask or need of me I will not refuse to you short of my life, but you must agree to the one small request.” He teased.
I forced my body to stay motionless in his warming grasp, shadowed from him for my own piece of mind if anything else. What could he possible have in mind for that one request, that he’d offer so much for it. Shit! He was offering me everything I needed, a place so hidden from both worlds neither would find me, the protection of another Mezzarazza of God himself, and anything I asked. I could feed my hungers from him, with his full consent.
But what did he want in return.
“If I agree,” I stammered seeing the eagerness lit up his eyes. “And I’m not saying I will. But if I say I agree to your one condition, will you tell me what it is after I agree to it?” I asked cautiously.
His eyes went hazy with thought. “If you agree, I promise I will tell you the condition when it arrives but no sooner.” He worded very carefully.
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