A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter fifty: 'I lost myself in you.'

Their third lightning strikes.

Blanchet stares at me, begging me not to do it. I smirk as while a tear cascades down my cheeks along with the rain staining my face. I gulp as I charge forward and attempt to grab the scythe, but he pushes me back. I quickly stand up on my feet, protecting the scythe as I stand before him. Blanchet looks down at me, his hands swiftly wrapping around my waist and pushing me closer to him.

'You cannot fight me Zadie, admit it.' He whispered in my ear.

I smirked. 'Oh, watch me do it.'  Yanking his arm off my waist, I knee his groin and grab the scythe. I keep on pulling as it is stuck deeper into the ground. I groan in the process; wiggling roughly and hoping for it to get unstuck.

I can hear Blanchet chuckling behind me. He drags me away from it as if seeing me lose this battle is amusing. 'You are stubborn.'

Blanchet has both of my hands in his, my back pressed tightly against his front and his other hands wrapped around my neck menacingly. I can feel his hot breath fanning against my ear and there is nothing I can do other than shake violently. Blanchet has my neck exposed, I can tell he is studying the marks intently and trying to figure out how to help me.

'It is too late, don't you think?' I tease and he tightens his grip on my neck. 'Oh, that will even make the process faster.' I mock.

'Do you really think I would let your conniving self have the power to hold that scythe? 'He inquires.

I scoff. 'I have always had it on my hands. I wield it and I make the decision.'

'I do not accept your decision Zadie.'

His voice is full of hunger for affection. Hunger for the sentiment. Hunger for endearment.

'It is not up to you this time Blanchet. You have lost a wife, an unborn child, and your amazing future. Me? I lost myself.' I stomp his feet and rush to the scythe, but my freedom is short-lived as I am pushed to the ground.

'I lost myself too.' He grabs my arms and pushes them above me and pins them there.

'Oh well, I guess we both lost ourselves.' I roll my eyes at him and stare in the opposite direction.

I can feel Blanchet's heated gaze on me and there is an uncomfortable feeling of knowing there is more to this than meets the eyes.

'I lost myself in you.' He whispers.

I stare at Blanchet. Is he confessing his love, or it is all a trick to get the scythe? There is silence between us. It is not an awkward silence but a weird silence that requires one to utter something. I have concluded that I am the one who is supposed to break the ice that has hardened around us. What does one do in a situation like this?

'Say something.' Blanchet begs. I shake my head in denial, this must be false. It is all a distraction that he is slowly instilling in me to forget about my decisions for a while as he feeds into my bleeding heart. He knows my heart is hungry, but I do not think it has any extra room for another soul.

'How do you answer when your heart is bleeding?' I whisper to him. 'How do you answer when your heart is hungry yet full of the deceit it had carried your entire life?'

Blanchet glances down at my lips, he opens his mouth to say something but closes it again. He brushes my lips with his thumb, yearning for our lips to touch and unfortunately, that cannot happen until he has my consent.

'This is torture Zadie.'

'Feel the torture I have felt?' I raise an eyebrow and smile cockily at him. I have rendered Blanchet weak, and this is my turn to fight back. I use my knee to push him off me lightly and roll us over. I am the one trapping Blanchet now as I sit on top of him. I can feel him squirm underneath me, but this seems like it is more than a squirm.