Scarlet Desires: Last High Blood

Ch.12: Things We Lost In The Fire

In case you peeps don't know or wondering, I used one of Bastille's song titles for this chapter. Just because it suits really well and maybe I'll be putting their song for this chappie. Anyways, happy reading!

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You'll never appreciate something until it's too late.

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"I think one of my lost memories came back to me..." I trailed off, training my eyes on the walls. "My old name is Fennel... I guess." I mumbled, mostly to myself.

   Desmond immediately raised his hand as if he is in a classroom and I'm the teacher. "You had been to Oblivion before?"

   I gave a curt nod towards his direction. "Yeah, but I'm not sure how I escaped from that damned place though."

   Meanwhile, Lincoln seemed to be deep in thought and had that faraway look in his eyes. "Lord Marcus saved you, didn't he?" It sounded more like a conclusion than a question.

   "I suppose so, but how?" I shot back, rubbing the bruised spot absent minded.          

   Just when I thought he wasn't going to reply, his mouth formed a sentence that caught me off guard. "Through his powers that reside in his blood. High Blood."

   So he's admitting that Lord Marcus is actually a king indirectly? 

I pursed my lips together and debated with myself to either tell him that I knew their dirty little secret or to just shut up for now. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I should just keep things to myself for the time being. "Anyway, I need to change my clothes." I declared, averting my eyes from Desmond's seductive eyes.

   "Yes, I'll go fetch them now." Was all Lincoln said before draughting away from the little shack.

   I stared at his fast disappearing figure, amazed by his supernatural draughting speed. Then I felt someone boring holes at my back. Turning around, I noticed Desmond's expression changed to something I couldn't identify it. His rock hard chest rose up and down rapidly as if he was having a breathing difficulty. I found myself biting the bottom of my lip.

   "Artemis, I think you need to heal faster," His voice turned husky all the sudden, "with the help of a Healer, of course."

    My body froze at the sound of his voice. The pair of emerald eyes mesmerized me like how a cobra eyes mesmerized the prey. Desmond walked away from the piece of cardboard and stopped in front of me, our faces were just inches from each other. My palms became sweaty for no apparent reason as we stood there for a minute. Endless possibilities ran through my mind. 

Maybe he's going to kiss me... 

   The rush of his exotic blood rang in my ears and soon I found myself trying to suppress the urge to feed on him. Holy shit, I'm so screwed! I thought to myself, frantic. His eyelids drooped melodramatically and he whispered the two words that I wasn't expecting.

"Bite me."

   "Wha...?" I said, stupefied by his reaction. "I don't understand..."

   He gave me a loop sided smile before pulling me towards him. The sudden contact with his body took my breath away and my mind became muddled when I was so close to his neck. It triggered the inner beast within me, my reins on it started to loosen because of what the elf said.

   "Bite me."

   My willpower dissolved completely when Desmond encouraged me, my fangs sunk deep into his neck. The sweet, luscious taste of blood made my tastebuds tingled with felicity and excitement. Eager for more, I positioned myself on top of him and started sucking like there's no tomorrow. Moans of sheer pleasure escaped from his lips. Without any further delay, he snaked his arms around my waist and bent his head over to give me more access.