Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Citra

But I have something greater,

I have the warrior that will defeat them all

Chapter 11: Citra

Myra woke up with a huge headache. She frowned and groaned when she remembered what she'd seen with the drug. She kept her eyes closed, curled up in a ball on her mattress. She was trying to make the pounding sensation in her head stop, when something stirred beside her. Someone was beside her! Her eyes shot open and she twisted around. She was lying down next to Vaas!

He was sprawled over her mattress, head turned and eyes staring straight at her. "Ah!" she exclaimed, almost in a disgusted manner, and squirmed away from him. His crazy green eyes seemed so mesmerizing from up close that it scared her. She kicked her legs, stumbling to the end of her mattress. Vaas chuckled, closing his eyes and sprawling his arm over his forehead. 

"Good morning, sunshine," he teased, using his arms to sit up on the mattress. His elbows dug into her mattress as he sat up, his orbs taking her in. He shook his head and chuckled again. Myra stared at him with disbelief. 

"Oh God," she said, shaking her head. She didn't remember anything after falling asleep in the middle of the camp. What did that drug make her do? She raked her brain for answers, praying she hadn't slept with the pirate lord. "Oh, no, did we...?" She couldn't finish her sentence, putting her head in her hands and sighing. As much as Vaas intrigued her, she hadn't wanted to sleep with him.

"No, pera, but I think we did in your head," he replied. One of his slender digits tapped the side of his own head as a wolfish grin split on his face. She looked up slowly, a frown knitting her eyebrows together. He had a look of triumph on his face, eyebrows rose and a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What?" Myra asked slowly. Her tongue felt thick, her throat was raw, and she knew she was dehydrated. Her whole body began to feel sore at once, like if she had been tense all night. 

"I think we fucked in your dreams," he explained, folding his legs so he sat Indian style on the mattress. His face was slightly lighter in the milky tinted air of the room. She could clearly decipher the tiny little scars that garnished his face. "That drug that Doc gave you, he said it would make you see things in your mind, that you really wanted in reality." Myra's cheeks reddened. She looked away with wide eyes. Even though she couldn't remember if she dreamed that her and Vaas had sex, she wanted it to be real. Maybe one day she would remember her dream and she could savor the moments in her head by herself. 

Vaas chuckled and leaned towards her, trapping her chin between his thumb and index, to turn her head to him. Her eyes were round, remorseless thinking crossing those beautiful orbs. The tips of his fingers felt the icy sensation of the brunette's flesh, a normalcy that Vaas came to accept. 

"I don't remember," Myra said, looking at him with as much fury as she could muster. 

"I know you want me, bella," Vaas teased. There was a loud clatter outside and Myra noted it as thunder. Another thunderstorm? God, this island was so unpredictable. She flinched when lightening struck and Vaas chuckled. "Nobody will hear us through the storm." Myra shook her head and he let go of her chin. He sighed, returning his hands on his knees. "You know, when you sleep you talk," he stated, looking at his hands.

"What do I say?" Myra asked absentmindedly, looking to the side where the mirror was. She couldn't see herself, but she knew she didn't look any good. Her skin felt raw, like she had been scrubbed with sandpaper. Like usual, there was an undertone of cold crystallizing under the surface of her flesh. 

"My name mostly," Vaas bragged, chuckling. Myra snapped her look back at him and crossed her legs in the same fashion as his. She rose her brows and scoffed.