Aren

The Opposite of Anger

(I just realized that sometimes I have Feolis in third person and sometimes in first. Weird. I don't know which I like better so let me ask you dear reader, which do you prefer?)

(dedicated to Lioness1257)

Aren 

I was extremely happy. So amazingly happy. I swept up to Feolis and kissed him. He laughed as I danced back away. "Human blood Feolis. Can you belive it?" I grinned and spread my wings, wanting desperately to fly and fly in happiness. 

He continued to smile until he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "It's wonderful Aren. I will willingly give you all of my blood that you need." 

I smiled widely at him and he kissed me. I knew my mouth would still taste like his blood but he kissed me desperately, with vigor and excitement. His hands skimmed over my wings. 

I inhaled, "I lo-," I froze, ears flicking, tail twitched against the ground. I tilted my head. 

"Aren." Feolis asked, desperation in his voice. 

I swallowed and forced my eyes away from the cave entrance to meet his. I gripped his hand, "They are almost here Feolis. I am very sorry." My eyes filled up, "I cannot...I do not know how to protect you...to fight... I cannot-" 

Feolis put a finger to my lips and looked into my eyes. "You were going to say I love you were't you Aren?" 

His voice was serious. Hesitantly I nodded. He smiled. "Aren." He murmered. "I more then love you. I was dying inside and you saved me. I will not let them come between us. I will get you back or I will kill myself." 

I shook my head, "No Feolis. You must not-." 

He shushed me for the second time in as many minutes. "I love you." 

"I love you, Feolis, you must live. Promise me." I demanded of him. 

"I can't do that," he said sternly, tightening his grip on me. 

I squeezed his arm, "You must. Say it." 

He sighed and brushed the hair from my face. "Okay Aren. I promise to do my best to saty alive." 

I opened my mouth to respond but a loud whirring sounded. Right outside the cave.

Feolis 

Feolis gripped the sides of Aren's face and planted his lips firmly on hers. Memorizing her scent, her feel, her sound, her lifeforce, her aura, her everything as the monsters flooded in. But as expected they wrenched him from her and he watched as they slammed her against the wall of the cave. 

Her eyes never left Feolis and she was silent as he fought uselessly. Straining against them to get to her as the rain slowed down outside. How could they fly in it? 

He watched her dark eyes as they locked her wings together and her arms behind her back. Feolis could see the tightness of the cuffs yanking at her shoulders and yet she showed no pain. If only he could be as strong as her. 

He jerked and saw a break in the group. He thrashed and his captors arms grew lax, he strained harder, writhing and leapt forward to Aren. Feolis touched her face, one last time. "Be strong my love," he got out with heartfelt emotion and then her eyes widened, Feolis saw a man coming at him reflected in her eyes. 

And then he felt a hard pain in his jaw, his head, he saw stars and Aren's pain stricken face. 

But then there was nothing.

Aren 

Feolis went down. Lights out. I hoped not forever. I refused to cry out as they kicked his body into a corner, like it was a bag of human waste trash. 

I suddenly saw a bright vivid image of drinking Feolis' blood, it going down my throat. My eyes cleared and went to the throat of the nearest man who happened to be bringing a needle to my chest. 

I suddenly jumped at him, taking everyone by surprise, and clamped my mouth over his neck, plunging my teeth into his neck. This was usually saved for the most sensual of moments, of mating. But this was a special circumstance and I 'ripped' into his throat. It was not the usual process. This was tearing, not in love but in anger at what he had done to my...my love as Feolis had called me. 

There was chaos. Screams from the man I tore into. He thrashed, ripping feathers from wings. Peopls shouted and tried to pull me from him. 

They only succeeded when they deppressed the plunger of a syringe in my back, between my wings, and I fell into the darkness Feolis had already been taken by.

I woke an unknown amount of time later. I was not chained but I found a glowing collar around my neck that burned when I touched it. Smaller forms of the same thing were on my wrists. The room I was in was small but furnished with a white chair in the middle of the room. The chair made me uneasy, as did the swinging lights above it. 

I stood heistantly and immediately I felt a great amount of pain, originating from the collar and braclets. I dropped back, eyes clenched shut and hands clawing at the collar. 

As abrubtly as it had started it ended and I was aware of another presence in the room. Or to be accurate. Many presences. 

A man with a scattering of grey stubble across his face and equally grey short hair and an old human face walked toward me, a repugnant grin on his face and wearing a long white coat. He was followed by a gaggle of young and old men and women in the same wear, all held writing boards and writing utensils. 

As he got closer he spoke but not to me, "See the specimen students," He said. "Isn't it wonderful?" Still wearing the repulsive grin he knelt down in front of me. "Note that it is female and one of the last of her kind." 

He held up a black box with a grey circle in the middle in front of my face. I didn't move. "This," He began, "Controls that jewlelry of yours. If I push this button it will activate the pain. Do you understand?" 

I remained unresponsive. 

"Fine then," he continued to smile. He clapped his hands together and straightened, "We'll commence with the tests." 

He grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, he shoved me violently toward the chair. "Sit." He commanded. I glanced at the chair and stayed standing. 

He sighed ostentatiously and pushed the button on the black box. He activated the pain as he promised. After that I sat in the chair and he began small tests. The normal check-up things. But when he got to my eyes his own widened dramatically. He immediately grabbed an instrument of some sort and pushed me back against the chair, ramming the instrument painfully against my eyes where it changed from black to light and back and forth. 

"Her eyes appear to be systaltic." He said in an awed voice, then after a moment he stepped away.  

"Okay, the anticipation is killing me," He said, grinning, and he handed the eye instrument to a 'student' and held out his hand to another who sat a big white box in his hands. He smiled and pushed a few things on the surface and then a drawer slid out. From it he pulled a scalpel and turned to me.

Feolis 

There was great magnificent pain in my head but my first thought went to Aren and how quiet it was. I slowly opened my eyes, wary of pain. It was there but the surprise of seeing a puddle of blood steadily getting closer to my face jarred me completely awake and up whuch made my head spin and dark butterfly's appear in my vision. I breathed deeply and they flew away after a moment. 

I looked at the puddle of blood and smiled, 'My Aren,' I though. My smile immediately faded as I walked as quickly as I could to the cave entrance. The ship was gone, the people were gone...Aren was gone. 

That anger again. It was back sevenfold. 

A plan suddenly blazed across my head and I roared, the pain just gone. I sprinted back to where Aren and I had been when she had told me her story. Where I had left my bag. I located it surprisingly not melted and dug in, searching for the transmitter. For a horrible moment it wasn't there, and I knew I had lost it in the journey. But then my fingertips skimmed across the side and I lifted it out with a yell of gratitude. I pushed the button and typed in an address. "Bamon," I said into it, "Remember that favor you owe me? Well..."