Lured

Chapter 7 -Ceri

His words pierce my heart, the longing I feel making me feel crazy and out of control. Desperate to believe every word he's saying. 

"Everyone says that. Initially anyway. But eventually everyone gets paranoid. They start to think I used my powers on them. Hybrids like yourself are always the quickest. The cruel fate of irony is that fi I ever capture a person with my power, the only way they are free of me is death. Mine or theirs..."

He stares down at me, and I can see the internal struggle as he tries to justify his argument to me. I know I have a hold over him, and I wonder if he's struggling to comprehend if I've used my powers on him already. His words surprise me. 

"I don't care what they say about you, the warnings or the myths." His jaw is clenched in determination. "I'll prove it to you that I'm different, just let me try... please?"

I know my expression is pathetically sad as I look up at him. His words are ones I desperately wished I could believe, however two hundred years of experiences told me it always backfired. 

"Unfortunately Ghost, I can't risk you accusing me of capturing you with my powers. The mutts are one thing, they are easy to control, to keep them away from me. Keep them subdued so they don't harm me...But if you ever accused me of capturing you with my powers, it would break my heart to have to do it for real. To capture you so I could protect myself. I don't want to put either of us into that position."

The look of distaste and disgust crossing his face leads me to finally believe that he understands the risks. The physical recoiling indicating he doesn't want to associate with someone who would trap him in his own mind in order to protect myself against those who would persecute me simply for what I was.

"Let me prove you don't need to worry about that, he says instead. His voice is soft, convincing. "I promise I won't ever try to accuse you of using your powers on me." His words make my breath catch in my throat, forcing the tears that had been threating to slip down my face free from my sense of control.

"I don't think you get a say in it, Ghost... It's the nature of my passive power. Look at us... You don't know me from a bar of soap, realistically. And yet, you're already begging to be with me after fifteen minutes of solid interaction." I growl in frustration shaking me head. "This is why I only leave my room for missions, damnit. This is a fucking mess. I thought I could control this better. I thought I could at least be friends with you. I thought I could improve things. Not make them worse!"

I can see the pain lance through his expression and I wonder if my powers are forcing my pain onto him. He reaches up to cup my face, staring down at me as he whispers. "Just...Give me a chance. Let me make you believe I'm different..."

I stare up at him, the moment rending me in two. I know what needs to be done, but I don't know if I truly have the strength to make it true. 

"I'm so sorry," I whisper, fresh teas in my eyes. "I can make all of this better. You won't remember me after this, but it's better that way." My words are pained, and they feel like I'm trying to pour acid down my throat. I lean up on tip toes, my hands coming up to coming up to cup his face holding him close, my lips hovering just above his. "I've always loved you, since the moment I saw you." I blow out a determined breath against his lips before pressing my mouth hard against his again. I use my powers decisively, using the same ability that could lure people to me to cut out the piece of me that occupied his mind. I leave nothing behind, carving out a me shaped hole in his psyche. I break the kiss and walk away, tears falling so hard they leave a temporary trail behind me. I hear his whispers before the magic truly has the ability to work.

"Please, don't go." He sounds pleading, desperate. "Cerianis..." he calls. "I'm so sorry Ghost, you never deserved any of this," I whisper before I hear him pull up short and I know my ability has worked. My magic has stolen all of his memories of him. He will no longer be affected by me, even as I will always be affected by him. I push onwards to Prices office. I know he'll be in as the base begins to waken finally. 

He opens the door before I've even knocked, takes one look at my tear stained face and cradles me in his arms, closing the door behind us. He's understandably mad at what I've done, but kindly understanding too in the face of my distress. He sends me back to my room before the bustling truly begins and gives me the day to recover. 

I face plant into my bed, head buried into my pillows as I let the sobbing wrack my body not caring who heard anything beyond my door.