Violently Icy

Part 9: Vandermath

Vandermath was an poet and he taught Us that life isn't all that great.  That it's better to be dead than alive.  That life everlasting comes in death. Life never existed in the first place. It's was an illusion. We must be careful of whom we chose to love.

"You are incredibly beautiful, yes.  Doesn't mean..  Nevermind.  What do you need me to do for you before it becomes a fight," Tate said.  I knew I looked nervous to ask him, his facial expression made that clear without having to speak.

I grabbed him,  jumped on him,  and wrapped my legs around his waist.  Even though I was a bigger girl,  I still accomplished grasping him. He slammed him lips onto mine and embraced in a very passionate kiss with me.  I felt the spark in my lips and felt the nervousness in his.  The hesitance. "It's fine.  I won't break.  You can-" He grabbed me and pulled me closer,  driving then deeper.  His tongue hitting mine.

Embrielle was getting kind of tired and it read on her face. Daemon crouched on the floor next to both Wynrie and Embrielle. The machines started to beep faster.  He looked up at the monitors and he went back to crouching down between them.  "You don't need to do this,  Daemon. You know-" She went into a seizure and Daemon jumped to her side and began to help his sister.

"Come on, Em. I need you here.  You have to help me save her.  I can't fuck this up.  I can't kill her..  I can't..  I need you. Please," he cried.  As the tears fell into his face, Wynrie began to wake.  Her lashes fluttered open.  She looked around and saw them.  She caught eye of Embrielle first. Daemon was who she stated at for awhile.  Observing him.  He felt eyes staring at him and he quickly jerked his head in Wynrie's direction and hurried to dry the tears off his face.  "No! Please, come here.  Allow me, " Wynrie said.  He came closer to her bedside and he felt his heart begin to race.

Her fingers gently touched his face and dried his tears.  When she went to place her hand back on the bed,  Daemon reached out quickly and took hold of it.  "I need to talk with you.  It's important," he said.  She looked puzzled. "I hope you sorta feel this way too..  I.. I love you.  Wynrie, I need you.  I love you, " he said,  confidently.

She felt her eyes widen enormously. "I should've never said anything about it.. I'm sorry," he shot out. She shook her head.  "It's fine,  I just..  I didn't know you felt that way about me.  I have felt this strange way about you for some time and I hoped it was only me.  I mean..  I did hope you felt the same too, but I figured it wouldn't ever," she said.  He was shocked.  She was the only girl to ever do this to him.

He suddenly felt it.  He felt Zeb's blood flowing through Wynrie and he became heated. She became aware that he knew the truth about the whole thing. Tate and I had found our way to full-on-sex and as soon as his warm come shot inside me,  I knew we had to get back to actual business. "We have to do it fast and we cannot slow down. Kill or be killed.  Kill or let her die.," I said.  He didn't say another word, we just got straight to work.