Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Sixteen- The Fight

A/N : Will add italics and bold and such at a later date. I've decided to post this chapter now because... well, it's been too long. This chapter is for my bez. Also, this chapter is totally MA and could be a trigger for certain readers. Read at your own risk. Enjoy, Darklings. 

Chapter 16- The Fight

Rein focused his gaze on Furia as she held her weapon of choice with trembling fingers. A very old sword that he had picked up while delivering a painting to a client. It was forged with a black handle with silver and gold inlaid into the grooves. Jewels encrusted the handle as well — Sapphires, Rubies, Mother of Pearl, Amethyst, Opal, Emeralds, Diamonds, Heliotrope, Tanzanite, Apatite, Peridot, Ametrine. A large Moonstone sat proudly at the top of the handle in the center. This sword was one of wealth. Someone of great importance must have owned such a beautiful instrument. The gleaming silver of the sword was lengthy. But as she held it with uncertainty in her eyes, he could see the steel weighed her down. Her body was leaning slightly towards the right, but she still tried to play it calm — collected even, straightening her body up as much as she could muster.

Rein had an air about him as he picked up a sword in matching length and width. Strong. Confident. Determined to get his prey. His mind spun with different scenarios of how this fight would play out. How many new scars would he get this time? Would he get any at all? How determined was she to fight for her life? Would putting her family's lives in jeopardy be the right incentive to get her to fight the hellacious fight to the death like he needed?

He inhaled deeply as he tightly gripped the sword, focusing his emotions only on the balanced weight of the smooth blade in his palms. His calloused fingers clutched the handle firmly as his body tensed in anticipation, his eyes meticulously glossed over her entire frame, watching every twitch she unconsciously made. He could see which way she would strike first by the way she shifted her body. Her eyes slid to his right, and then to the left. She was looking for a vulnerable place, (he had none, but she didn't know that), sizing up where the best place to charge first. He readied himself, slightly bending his knees, and bringing the intimidating blade out to his side then raised it in front of him, taking his position and readying to give her a fight she would remember into her afterlife.

Rein stepped out and crouched low to the ground, and swept his leg out, knocking her off her feet. She landed on her ass with a loud 'whoosh' as she fell backward, immediately knocking the air from her lungs. Her sword went flying to the side and onto the dirt floor about a foot away. Scrambling to her feet — and kicking up dust in the process — Furia reached and grabbed her sword again, but instead of faux bravado, a bit of fire danced behind her eyes. Rein smirked as he began to taunt her. He was manipulating her, getting her worked up so that she would give him the fight he's been craving since he snatched her up.

"You can do better than that, surely? Maybe your freedom isn't very important to you, eh?" His London accent was thick and rich. His smooth baritone voice sent shivers down her spine, even as she was currently fighting for her life... She couldn't take her heated gaze off of him. He could see the lust burning brightly behind her eyes. She thought he was fucking sexy. She has always been drawn to darkness—his gut told him that much. This one was too dark, too hot for her own good. Her tattoos proved that much. Not including she was into kinky sex — hardcore bondage at that. How royally screwed up, was she? Who in their right mind would think their kidnapper and murderer was sexy? She was just as fucked up as he was. She was probably thinking that she would win this fight; redeem her sins--or at least part of them.

Furia locked eyes on his penetrating gaze. He could see the way that her eyes glued to his that she wanted him. He taunted her — dared her to move with just a look. His muscles rippled as he got back into a defensive position, he looked like he was readying to pounce on his prey. She was his objective for the night, he, a hungry lion stalking in the tall grass, awaiting the opportune moment to leap and clamp his strong jaws around her throat.