Soul Master

34. Amèlie

I sat on my bed, trying to decipher my own thoughts and feelings. I didn't want to go to this stupid party, I wanted to stay here with Asha. But then would I just burn my arm off?

I rolled my sleeve up carefully, feeling the material unstick from the mark and wincing in discomfort. The smell was putrid, rotten flesh and burning skin. When I finally willed myself to look down at it, I seen a bubble of pus pop and trail down my arm. I gagged.

'Oh God.' I muttered, then I rushed to the bathroom to puke, thankful for the privacy of my en suite. Once I was done I wiped my mouth then prepared to shower, I felt more comfortable cleaning it in there than poking at it in the air. I bit into a sponge as I stood naked in the warm water, cleansing the mark and trying not to groan in discomfort. Tears mixed with the water of the shower and I let out my held breath and looked down once more at it. At least the pus was drained.

I finished washing myself, and stood soaking in the nice splashing of the warm shower, listening to the constant rush of water against the bathtub with my eyes closed.

'What a sight to behold.' Blitzen murmured.

I froze, allowing my eyes to find him as he sat at the edge of the bath, watching me.

'I don't see any more bruises or markings on you now though.' He narrowed his eyes, as though blaming me that they had healed. 'Don't say a word, and get out.' He ordered.

I did as I was told and reached for my towel. He grabbed my wrist and turned my arm.

'So it's the dog.' Blitzen growled, infuriated. 'You burn me for a dog?' He stared at me angrily, shoving my arm back to me in disgust.

'Do you think I did it deliberately?' I asked quietly, 'this has only just started happening.' I pointed at the ghastly mark on my arm. 'How do I stop it?'

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face close to his. 'You stop making me jealous.' He whispered in my ear. 'You are not to have feelings for anyone but me. I will know when you do.' He lifted his arm baring the same mark. 'You make me burn.' He said in a low voice still holding me by my hair.

'Then break our bond.' I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the pain on my scalp.

He laughed coldly and pushed me against the wall, staying right behind me. 'You would prefer that wouldn't you.' He hissed at the back of my ear.

I wanted to piss him off. 'It would make fucking others a lot easier.'

It worked, he yanked back my hair with one hand and covered my mouth with another as I let out a pained shout.

'Coming from a girl who has only had my dick inside her, I will try not to take that comment too seriously.' He growled at my ear, and I began to think I probably made the bad choice to make him mad. 'But just in case.' His hand put pressure over my mouth, just as he bit into my shoulder, his teeth seemed razor sharp and I tried to scream. The sound of the shower was louder than my muffled voice.

I kicked back at him and tried to headbutt him as he continued biting into me like some piranha.

When he finally let go, his mouth was bloody, he turned me to face him and my hand shot to my bloody shoulder. In the next minute he had his lips on mine, kissing me with my own blood lingering on his tongue, I tried to pull back and turn away, his hands holding my face in place, before he pulled away with a satisfied smile.

'You asshole.' I swung my hand at his face, and he grabbed it just in time. Pinning it at my side.

'You belong to me.' He said darkly. 'Nobody will be able to prepare you.'