Make Me Yours

Chapter 10

Tainted!

She intends to break me.

Dominick stared at Iyana. He had bite down whatever response he had as another sharp pain shot up from his arm.  He couldn't move due to the pain his arm brought and the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his attacker.

"Iyana, don't." He watched her raise the stood only to rise the sword over her head. Her rage evident in her face.

As she brought the sword down, his lips moved, on their own, to mouth Iyana's name. He saw the anger disappear from Iyana's eyes almost instantly.

Iyana managed to turn the sword in some last minute attempt to lessen the blow. All to no avail. The sword made contact with enough force to break a few ribs just as if she had it on the cutting edge. However, the prince fail to realize that she had missed his rub cage.

He groan in pain as his eyes went wide for the few seconds. Dropping to the ground, he balled up slightly, to numb the pain from his new injury. Despite his pain, he heard Iyana apology.

Glancing over towards Dominic, she crawled over towards him, kneeling right beside his head. She whispered his name as she looked at his left arm.

Iyana sank to her knees and stared in disbelief at his balled up form. No.. I promised myself this wouldn't happen again...

I would never get out of control. You killed someone last time, Iyana! Why did you do it again? You felt it coming after you left Dominick's the first time...

Why didn't you stop yourself?!

Catching his breathe, he started laughing. Through his laughter he said: "You must really hate me, Princess."

She sat in silence for a few more moments before hearing a small laugh. She looked at him questioningly as his laughter became more and more evident. It was a bit contagious as well. Iyana started laughing too, covering her mouth. "Yea...I kinda hate you," she said, smiling softly. She slowly rolled him onto his back so she could look at his arm wound better.

Terror filling up inside her as she had flashbacks to a young boy, dead on the ground after a sparring match. He had been a lot like Dominic. The boy was cocky, and it got to her. She let her inner darkness take over then, and she killed.

She said, her smile slowly fading and taking on a questioning appearance, "Did you do anything?"

The image of the battle final attacks came to mind. "I didn't do anything. I remember calling your name right before you whack me with the sword. " He flashed her another smile. "Your eyes were fill of rage. I didn't expect you to actually have that much anger toward me. It can't be helped I guess. Other than that, you are your father's daughter." He looked back up at the ceiling. Her anger face flashing in front of his eyes.

"Just consider yourself lucky I snapped out of it when I did. I don't even know why... all the evil just... vanished..."

He smiled at her answer as he was rolled onto his back.The pain in his arm was numbing itself. He winced a little as the pain at his side throbbed like needles were poking him. He stared up at Iyana. I didn't expect her to do this much damage. What happened to her?

She placing her hands in her lap, "It's never just stopped like this..."

He wondered if he was truly the cause of such rage. The thought brought a sick feeling to his insides. "Actually I don't think you hit me hard enough. We have to do this again," he muttered as he tried to sit up. The statement coming off as cocky. Receiving another stem of pain, he clenched his teeth and laid down. He wasn't use to receiving wounds.