Elves Surrender: Kiss of Devour

Speeches for the speechless.

I saw darkness mostly, despite the flickering of the light post in the distance. It casted different hues of black along the brick walls that I was summoned between. The alley was naked, other than the occasional debris of newspapers or the completely full dumpster. It reeked of stale cat-pee and rotten sewage; my sense of smell became overwhelmed with disgust.

Staying invisible, I ran to the dumpster and stood behind it, listening to the echoing footsteps beating the concrete, faintly growing louder and louder. Poison was running towards the alley, Fenrir not far behind. Within seconds, she was rounding the corner, her eyes concentrating on the far corner of the alley. Why was that corner so important?

She was about to pass me when I stepped in front of her, thrusting my hand palm first in front of me, connecting with her nose. I kicked her in the stomach, sending her stumbling back, arms flailing around. Leaping forward, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her further back and onto the concrete floor.

She reached for the wrist that was pinning her down, choking the life out of her but her hands were going through my wrist. I was still invisible to her, but I made sure I was able to grip onto things and not go through them.

Fenrir rounded the corner, staring at a struggling Poison on the ground and looking confused. Slowly, an amused smile spread onto his face, showing that he understood that I was there and was the one holding her down. Knowing I had back up made me feel safer and I started revealing myself. I kept it to were if she were to try to touch me, she would go through me, but she could see me. I didn't want her to Poison me.

"Do you want to live?" I asked, not bothering to be polite. She attempted to spit at me, but it went through me and landed back on her with the help of gravity. "I am guessing that is a no," I tightened my hand.

She gasped in response, knowing that I cut off her air supply, she began trying to scream.

"You know, when someone closes your trachea, known as your 'breathing tube,' struggling is bad. It stops the oxygen you have left in your body from going to your brain and therefore, making you faint quicker and die sooner." Fenrir grumbled before squatting next to us. Her eyes narrowed at him, but she stopped struggling. He rumpled her hair, "good Elve."

Her face contorted, her eyes turning solid green, teeth lengthening and hair spiraling out around her. It was meant to scare someone, and it did scare me a little bit, but Fenrir didn't flinch. He gave a slow smile, a saddening smile. His hand flung forward and slapped her across her cheeks.

"Now, that wasn't very, what do humans say? Wasn't very 'lady like?'" Fenrir winked before standing up.

"Fenrir, enough. Poison, if you want to live and not have your heart ripped out by me, then I suggest you answer my questions." I shook her a bit, but released her throat enough for her to breath.

"What, is it you want to know, demon?" She gasped. Demon?

"I am of the same species as you, demon. I want to know why you choose Drakes father!" I spat at her.

"I am sure you would like to know why I chose the man you loves father." She began giggling psychotically.

Man I love? "Why did you choose him?"

"You aren't even going to try to deny it? You know you will lose him, right? Eventually, you will no longer hold his interest. Not only that, he is human! Elves can't be with humans! Not only do they go crazy in Devour and we go crazy here, they die too quickly! They are like flies, dropping dead after 3 days.

"Though I see why you went for him. He is very attractive, sexy and he has this aroma that makes me wet. Oh I would love to have a taste of hi--" she was cut off. My hand squeezed as hard as possible around her throat. Her pulse hammering against my thumb and fingers, tickling my skin.