Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

:||: We Dance :||:

It took me days to recover, my leg still hurt to stand due the old stab wound on the back of my leg; but Darkfyre gave me a reason to get better after our night together. He was going to teach me the art of the sword. I looked up and around from the bed that I laid in. Darkfyre had gone to class today, despite the few days he had stayed here with me, so I was on my own.

"Ugh..." I groaned in pain as I hauled myself up, sliding off the edge of his bed and wincing. I checked my smartwatch for any messages and then grabbed my dorm keys. I was going to learn today. I was set on it. It took me a second but I opened his dorm door and walked out with a slight limp. My dorm wasn't too far away so I went straight there.

Once I got there I unlocked my door and looked around, breathing in the air with a soft smile. I hadn't been in my own room for quite some time so I had missed it. My room was a mess, as if it had been rummaged through. Books were on the floor; papers fallen all around; my twisted covers hung half off my bed; even my dirty clothes were all over the place.

"Someone in here...?" I cautiously called, still anxious after being tortured and after watching people I know die. Nothing stirred. It was simply silent. When I closed my door, I could see my closet torn open and my shoes thrown out. The hidden compartment of wood in the floor of my closet was torn out and the sword I had so longingly kept hidden was now missing.

"No!!" I squealed and limped towards my closet then someone ran past and shoved me down, heading for the door. I winced in pain, biting my lip but quickly hauled myself to my feet and broke into a run after them. I couldn't let them get away. That sword was the only thing that I owned from my father.

I felt a twisting pain linger in my thigh as I pushed myself, faster and faster, down the hallway where there was a long line of dorms. The person kept running until they came face to face with some girls who turned the corner. CRASH. Books went flying and the two girls, and the thief, found themselves on the ground. It gave me the chance I needed to catch up. My beautiful, two-handed battle sword was strapped to his hip. It was Dominic, the friend of the now dead Charles.

"What the hell Dominic!? That's mine!" I yanked it from his hip and held it close to my chest.

"You aren't even meant to have it." He got extremely snobby, "So hand it over now or I'll tell the Counselors that you have it." He smirked. I flinched, clenching it tighter. Then out of nowhere, like usual, Darkfyre came up behind me. His hands rested on my hips. I looked back and smiled some, turning and standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.

"Your leg feeling better?" He whispered, his lips brushed over my ear. I could feel his breathe lingering against my neck. I gave him a nod, pushing myself close to Darkfyre who looked up at Donimic in anger.

"As for you..Do not threaten her. It belongs to her, mind you, I will hurt you." Darkfyre narrowed his eyes at Dominic. He looked like he wanted to retaliate against Darkfyre, but he said or did nothing. I smiled some and stuck my tongue out at him. The crowd started to break apart when they realized there wasn't going to be a fight and Dominic walked off.

Darkfyre turned to me, looking as if he were mocking me, "Can you do me a favor and not get yourself into as much trouble?" He gave a soft smile and gently, but teasingly knocked the back of my head.

"Well its fine because you will always talk me out of it." I easily hit him back and held my sword up, "Anddddd I believe we set a date...." I grinned. Darkfyre quickly made me lower the sword and grabbed it, "You don't want the wrong person to see you with that, Lil." He sighed as I stepped closer reaching for it. Then he continued, "I will show you today; but first we need to get to the lowest level combat room and make sure it's empty." He looked down at me. Something about it. It drove me crazy. I simply nodded, letting him hold the sword. I grabbed his free hand and started trying to drag him towards the combat room, eagerly.

"Wait..Lil, I need to show you something.." He whispered. I turned, getting serious as I figured it would be important. He leaned in and kissed me. Yep, that is important. For me at least.

I kissed him back for a moment then pulled back, only slightly. "Mmm.." I purred a bit more quietly and slipped one of my hands into his free hand. "Lead the way, handsome." I grinned, giving his hand a squeeze. He led me down towards the combat room and locked the door behind us. The moment the doors was locked I took a leap forward and yanked my sword from his hands, "I believe this belongs to me." I smiled but let a challenging edge lace my voice. His eyes narrowed, as if to accept my light-hearted offer.

I felt energized, excited even. I looked to Darkfyre, giving a sweet smile as he turned and without a second to spare he pulled his sword from its sheathe. A screeching sound played out as it was completely freed from the bronze and leather casing that kept it imprisoned. I took a glance around the combat room. This is not yet the real world, I thought to myself. Only a streak of sunlight was in the room, struck between us like a slit of lightning from a small window near the farthest, highest point of the combat room. My eyes closed and I inhaled deeply. Then my eyes flew back open as I heard Darkfyre's steps come at me. The first whiff of his sweet scent stung my nostrils as his sword raised and started to slam down towards me. I pushed my sword up, clashing with his and forcefully trying to push his sword away. Memories of my dream a couple days before flashed through my mind. Would I really face this dream-like opponent in a real life battle to the death? Would that be my end or my beginning? I felt anger skyrocket inside me like an explosion in my chest and I managed to push harder. His sword went sideways and he went at me again. I jumped back, taking another deep breath. I already felt tired from the strength he pushed into his sword. It was more exhausting the using my dagger, but it also felt more powerful.

"Lil, pay attention!" He snapped me from my thoughts and I jumped aside. "I'm trying!!" I growled.

"Not Hard enough!" He teased, elbowing me gently in the side, but enough to make me fall. My sword fell beside me to the ground with a loud clang.

I fell, wincing as I watched how he shifted the weight on his legs. It's not the strength in my arms, but the strength in my legs. I realized this after a moment, seeing how wrong I was doing it. I stumbled up, grabbing and clenching my sword tightly in my hand.

I turned on my back foot, swinging my sword as I spun and let it clash to Darkfyre's. I breathed hard, feeling my breathing become more rapid as Darkfyre moved away and was able to maneuver himself around me with perfection. He had his sword pointed at my back, so I ran forward and turned around.

"Not cool." I snapped, watching him chuckle and he, once again, heaved himself toward me.

You've got this, I silently encouraged myself as I blinked my eyes, trying to get the sweat out of my eyes. I gave a final heave of energy and threw up my sword. We ended up face to face, both of mine and his arms were up above our heads, our swords pushing against one another. I made sure to get the force to muster in my legs instead of my arms. But the healing stab wound behind my thigh was making pain pulse and throb deep in my leg, so much that my leg shook under my weight.

"Much better" He smiled and kept his sword to mine as he looked at my face, the he continued, "I will make a swordsman of you yet." His voice was quiet. I smiled back and pushed my face carefully between my arms, closer to him, about to kiss him but he snapped back and scraped his sword down my blade then raised it to my neck. "Not going to pull that this time." He smirked, catching my move this time. I groaned in frustration and he put his sword in his sheathe and gently he pulled my sword from my hands, cupping one hand under my chin.

"You really shouldn't let me catch you of guard.." I whispered.

"Huh..?" He started to question me but I pulled my dagger and pushed my forearm to his neck, backing him to the wall and putting the point of my blade near his temple.

"I win." I giggled some.