Devoured Destiny (Completed, but being rewritten and edited.)

Thought Twenty-Eight. - Naked Adventures. (PART2)

Ariel's Perspective. 

I gasp as Neven jumps for Jones' throat, and they both come crashing to the ground. I stand up and hide behind the closest tree, gripping it with all of my mite. I feel the rough bark cut into my skin, and little prickles of blood slowly appear. I could care less, though. Two men are on the forest ground, writhing at each other's neck's because of me. 

Because I threw myself into not one persons' life, but two. I became emotionally attached to two men, that have always felt something deeper towards me. In this life, in Audrie's life, in Embrie's life, and in the life of uncountable me's. Why would fate thrust this upon us? 

I want to do something, I just don't know what. 

Would it even help for me to get involved?

They are like animals, growling at each other, fangs unlatched. They scratch at  each other's bodies, thrashing their knuckles  into each others faces. Jones swings a fast, heavy left hand at Neven. Neven lets out a disturbingly painful sounding grunt as Jones' knuckles hit his hard middle. 

Ah, I can't take this anymore. 

Neven doubles over in pain, as Jones keeps plowing him in his midsection. 

"Stop it, Jones!"

I hear my voice break as I scream out. I grip the tree with dear life. Tears run freely down my face, as I see Jones look up at me. They remain on the ground, Jones straddling Neven. Neven clutches at his stomach, clearly in pain. Jones just stares into my eyes. 

I silently plead with him, moving my lips but not making a sound. 

Please stop, please. 

JONES PERSPECTIVE.

Everything happened so quickly, and I find myself staring into the wet ocean, emerald eyes of the woman I love. Did I make her this way? She pleads for me to stop, but I just want to rip his face right off. I want him to watch as she takes me in her arms, and welcomes me back into her embrace. I want him to know, that I am just as good as him, if not better. 

Why can't he just give up? 

In a less then a minute, since I have been staring into her eyes, he has managed to regain his strength and has me pinned to the ground. 

For shit sakes. 

"Just give it up. Stop fighting Jones." 

"Not until you give her up." I snarl. 

"It's not ever going to happen! So just stop!" He pauses, taking an exhausted breath. "Can't you see what this is doing to her? We are taring her apart!" He screams. 

I strain my neck as far as it can go with him pinning me down. She watches us, tears still streaming from her eyes, rushing down her cheeks. Her lips plump, and the skin surrounding her eyes red and swollen. Her naked body trembles, with each exasperated breath.

She makes my heart whole, but right now seeing her like this; is shredding it. Pulling every string of my heart, unravelling it like a ball of wool. Shit, she even has me referring to my own heart as a ball of wool.  I can't keep putting her through pain. 

But I always do. 

Unintentionally, I always end up putting her through more pain then anyone truly deserves to go through. 

Neven doesn't advance on me, or even attempt to cause me any pain. He just keeps me in place, like he is waiting for my next move. Actually, this wouldn't even bother me really, if Neven was clothed. 

But no, instead I have a naked, soul sucking vampire straddling me, and the girl I love is watching. 

Naked as well. 

What the hell.

I'm just realizing how wrong this is, on so many levels. 

"Neven, let me go." I calmly demand. We stare at each other for several minutes, coming to a silent agreement of peace. 

For now.

Ariel's Perspective.

I watch in silence as the guys have some sort of stare down.

What are they doing? 

After several minutes, Neven climbs off of Jones, allowing him to stand up. They both stare at each other once again, before they turn to face me. I look them both up and down. They don't seem to be too injured, at least nothing a good feeding can't heal. Neven has several bruises on the left side of his face, and Jones has a few cuts on his right arm and a little gash on his forehead. 

What concerns me most are the deep, whip like markings all over Neven's bare body. I hadn't noticed them before the fight, but surely Jones didn't do that. If he doesn't feed soon, and heal, they will most likely lead to an infection. Thats if we are even capable of infection. I'm not sure. 

Jones is the first one to speak up.

"Gem, you are a part of my soul, you are a part of me that I can not live without. You make me feel." 

"I-I...I'm s-s-orry J-jo-jones." I blurt out, as my body simultaneously trembles with my uncontrollable sobs. 

Jones looks at Neven, and then back to me and nods. 

"I see." He pauses. "I will leave then, since you obviously know what you want. But understand, I will be back, and I will not give up. Not until you come to see who really loves you with all of their heart." 

He then takes off before I am able to say a word. I stare at the empty ground, where his feet were planted just seconds ago. I feel as if I can no longer breath, and my stomach twists and churns until I can no longer take it. My muscles un-tense and loosen, and I feel as if I am but a slice of jello, falling to the ground. 

Before I hit the hard surface, which I am expecting at any second, firm hands grip my head and gently place me there. Unfortunately he can't stop the acidic vile that lurches from my stomach, up my throat, and out onto the ground beside me. 

"It's okay now, dear. It's okay." I hear him whisper to me, comforting me. 

I can't find my voice, nor can I find the right words to say.