Nightside: Possession of Light

Chapter 9- Uruha

I took in every detail of the room in an instant. The room was even bigger and more expensive than the two other rooms I'd been in. Crystal tables and deep oak wood dressers, thick soft carpet with silk drapes decorating the room. Only the best for the best.

I closed the door behind me so the only light came from the window so the man and the boy were half bathed in moon light, half covered by darkness.

The man was on his knees on the four poster bed, he was in the process of wrestling off his shirt, thank God he still had his trousers on. You'd think these kinds of people were sleazy and ugly but he was handsome in a rough kind of way with long golDen blonde hair.

The boy was lying on his back on the bed, chained to the bedposts by his wrists and arms. His legs were free but he wasn't fighting him, just waiting silently, his face turned away. His upper body was bare, pale skin against the purple silk covers. Like the other boys he wore black leather trousers the same colour as his jet-black hair. It was just as tight on him as the other boys but at least it was still on him, only the top button undone.

Neither of them had noticed me yet. My black cloak melting in the shadows and my hood covering my eyes.

The man threw his shirt to the floor and stroked down the boys body. I had my blade out without thought and threw it. It hit the man's hand dead on, the knife buried right to the hilt, the blade stabbing out the other side.

The man was too shocked and confused to do anything for a moment, his hand frozen on the boy's flat stomach, blood pouring down his hand and onto the boys pale skin.

The man screamed, clutching his hand. I didn't know what the boy did, my eyes were all for the man but I did hear him gasp. Still neither of them could see me. I jamp onto the bed, light as a cat, balancing on my toes to avoid stepping on the boys legs. I kicked the man viciously and heard ribs snap, he fell off the bed, moaning and clutching his bloody hand to his chest. He tried to scream but it came out a rattled gasp.

Jumping off the other side of the bed I stood over the man, tilting my head up so he could see my eyes. I'd heard people call me the Reaper before, the Angle of Death.

The man's eyes widened in terror, like a rabbits. "Please..." In the end they always pleaded. "Please, you can have the boy! Just don't hurt me."

I was dead inside, feeling nothing. But at the man's pathetic words a cold sharp anger flashed through me almost painfully. My eyes flashed dangerously and he cringed against the floor.

He tried to crawl away but I stamped down on his leg, shattering the bone.

This time he managed to scream, but in a place like this his wasn't the only scream so no one paid any attention. But I clamped my hand down over his mouth anyway, only because it was annoying me.

"Shh." I hushed him insidious gentleness and smiled a cruel, cold smile. I touched my blade to his bare chest and tapped him twice. "Hush," I repeated and he choked back another scream

I took my hand away from his mouth, "Good boy." I applied enough pressure to the blade to just to break the surface of his skin but no more, not yet. I saw he was about to scream again and I put a finger to my lips and he bit his lip, swallowing hard.

I stepped over him so I was on his left side and he could see the bed.

"Look at him," I instructed.

The man looked at me, confused now. I grabbed his long golden hair and jerked his head, forcing him to look at the boy. I didn't look at the boy myself, I was still watching the man, wanting to savour every scream. I rested my blade on his cheek, "Do you see him?" I whispered, putting my blade flat just under his left eye and traced the shape across.