Silk In The Snow

Chapter 1 ~Theresa Nytefire~

Theresa Nytefire 

I punched the bag again and again I refused to wear gloves, there are no gloves in the real world. My golden hair tied back loosely; sweat looking strange on my stunning pale cold skin, my skin matches that of a vampire without the death like blue tinge, Luce says it is a shade darker than death. Luce and I have been friends since we were very little, our parents often did work together we annoy each other and have had the world of on again and off again relationships.

My breath was heavy as I continued to flog the bag my knuckles now bleeding, I didn’t care Darkness would fix that. Some people are blessed with a gift from the gods, I got one of the biggest burdens I can take away peoples pain and Darkness, with a touch I can see into your soul I can make it golden and Darkness free or torture you by pushing excessive amounts of Darkness into your body driving you slowly insane. Luce and I have this thing, if I need healing I push a little into him I heal quickly and then take it back; he is the only one strong enough to handle it.

Speak of the devil Luceius Blackthorne himself sauntered into the room his blonde brown hair falling into his eyes; it was mussed like he had just woken up, his golden eyes shone with sarcasm and humour rimmed in black from his dark past. His strong muscled arms crossed over his chest his body perfectly sun kissed; I assessed what he was wearing. A plain white shirt showing off his rock hard abs, his light blue jeans sitting dangerously low on his sexy waist. Luce is strong he moves with an air of confidence, I am the only one game enough to tease and annoy him, he is one scary guy, a pale scar running through his lip adds to the image.

His eyes raked over my body, I had on a black singlet and black cargo pants, my skin stark with the contrast, and I saw a devilish smile slip onto his soft lips.

“Working hard I see,” he said obviously amused at my sweat soaked shirt, I sighed I had, had a pretty miserable day, I was out with Liam our head of security running rounds, I ended up shooting three guys right between the eyes, killing doesn’t really worry me I have grown up with death and violence; but it’s never easy.

“What do you want?” I sighed wiping my blood of the bag with my shirt

He sighed looking closer at my hands; the blood was dripping freely down and onto the mat,

“You’re making a mess on the mat,” he said, I looked down at the blood slowly pooling on the floor, my blood was always a ridiculously bright scarlet,

I sighed and walked over to the wall grabbing a towel I dropped it onto the blood it instantly soaked it up,

“Happy?” I said venom in my voice

His forehead furrowed into a frown, his eyes trying to see deep into my black eyes, like death.

“What's wrong?” he said following me as I walked over to the small sink in the corner of the gym.

“Everything and anything,” I replied sarcastically giving him a cynical smile over my shoulder, he rolled his eyes he seemed really calm, usually he was off annoying someone or shooting something,

“Tess will you ever give me a straight answer?” his eyes soft

“Not until you stop answering my questions with a question,” I said washing the blood from my knuckles; I frowned as it showed no signs of slowing,

“Touché,” he mumbled coming beside me, I was now getting pissed off at my hands the bleeding didn’t seem to stop,

He took my hands in his, he waited for me to heal myself but I just didn’t want to there was just too much Darkness inside of me I could feel it pushing down on my soul.