White and black, light and dark, ying and yang. The concept of perfect balance in two opposites created to fit perfectly together.
That's not how real life works at all, though. Alina Starkov may have been the sun summoner: young, inexperienced, na...
Author's note: I'm comming out of the closet as a deranged individual that can shoot in your face everything you never expected... and, yep. This is very much my jam.
Anyways, I'm a virgin in all things considered and shameless to admit it.
All of my love and apologies for my horny self. Oh, and do not listen to the songs while reading: They will ditract you from absorbing every single last depraved word.
xoxo,
Inkwinds.
Ps: This chapter is about 5500 words long, so take all the time you need. I went overboard with my first attempt at... you'll know what I mean.
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It broke through the darkness of my dying consciousness like starved lungs broke through the water's surface, desperately praying for a single breath.
Apparently, my eternal night was not as eternal as I. wished. it. to. be.
It was a single touch.
A single kiss, a single press of a wicked smile against my own bereft lips.
And life surged through the opened smile, barely reaching my starved lungs. As suddenly as the light appeared, as suddenly was it gone and in my frenzy for more I neither prayed, nor begged.
I immediately went for the kill.
The smile vanished as blood filled the water and lightened up my taste buds, my teeth sinking into tender flesh, my nails raking down a sleek neck and tearing open ridges that were oddly reminiscent of gills.
I ruthlessly stole the very breath I demanded from the ruined smile, ignoring the inhuman scream that ripped through the water that surrounded my broken body.
The bloodied lips answered my call with a passion untold before, and I went into frenzy at the taste of iron, like a shark that smelled blood just as I.
Bloodlust.
Colours swam accross my eyes, rage and pure terror drowned my inner vision as a familiar voice roared inside of my head.
Sasha.
"HE WILL BE THE NEXT TO FOLLOW IF YOU FAILED THE ONLY PURPOSE I GAVE YOUR PATHETIC, INCONSEQUENTIAL EXSISTENCE!!!!! Informthe remaining officials that my whereabouts had to be altered at short notice, I have more pressing matters to attend to than their crippled, conceited self covetousness." The contempt in his poisoned words intoxicated my mind as pure euphory joined it in a dangerous dance of chemicals.
Tongues met, first in a tentative greeting and than intertwining with abandon as I familiarized myself with the foreign feeling and hungered for the fireworks the stimulation of the rasp of my sensitive tissue elicited in my brain.
