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

Thought Thirty-Three. - Backing up. (P.1)

                                                                      Jones' P.O.V 

                                                                About Eight Months Ago.

                                                                                  ~*~

Oh, what it would feel like to thrust my head into that fire again. 

To be rid of the thoughts, and the image of her face from my mind. 

But there's no point. 

The numbing of my mental pain and heart ache, caused by the physical pain would only be temporary. I would be left as I am right now, hating myself for what has become of my life. I don't understand why she would choose Neven over I. 

Because she loves him. 

Not me. 

No. I know for a fact that she has feelings towards me. I know she feels the same electric current sizzle through out her body as we touch. Her eyes fill with such an unknown temptation for lust when she looks upon me. We have something. I just don't know what, truly. 

I have never been so angry and distraught before. But here I am, sitting on the floor, staring at the blazing fire. Only wishing that I could stick my head in the hot flames, and not come out already half healed. 

Why must immortality be so daunting?

There has to be a way to make her see that she has made the wrong decision. She is stubborn though, and I'm positive that she will not be persuaded by my words. No. I will have to make her see for herself how much she cares for me, how often she finds herself thinking about my presence. 

An idea strikes. 

"Sibbul!" I snap, knowing that she can hear me from anywhere in this cave. 

The sound of chains clinking soon follows my echoing voice, and she is standing beside me, staring into the fire as well. 

"I need to ask a favour of you." I say, turning to meet her eyes. 

Her big blue eyes stay peeled open, giving me a knowledgable look. It's almost as if she can see right through me. Knows everything about me, about what I am feeling. It gives me the creeps, but her magic and knowledge have proven helpful over the years. 

"How can I help you, master?" She replies, flatly. 

"I am in need of your magic. Are you able to come up with something that will allow me access anothers' dream? Or perhaps, control someone's dream?" I inquire, looking back at the flames. 

"I...I can not." 

Impossible.

I look at her, unable to control my anger about her answer, and unleash my fury on her face. Whipping my arm back, I swing in swiftly until my hand collides with her cheek. Her head swings to the side in an aggressive manner, and she releases a tiny gasp in surprise. 

It's been a while since I have ever punished her physically. I don't prefer to discipline in such ways, but my anger boils inside of me like a large pot of bubbling stew. I can't control my actions, anymore. This is what Ariel has done to me. 

She has created a monster out of me. 

Unleashed the beast from within. 

"Unfortunately for you Sibbul, 'can't' isn't the correct answer." I glare at her, waiting for some sort of retaliation. 

Nothing comes. 

She is completely submissive to my neglect towards her. 

"Speak, Sibbul. There has to be a way to get into her dreams." I hear my voice as I speak, hints of desperation leaking through my cracks. 

She stares back at me, un-fazed. 

"I can speak to my elders, and see if they know of any spells or rituals that we can perform. The cost may be of a large sum though."

"I will pay whatever the cost is. Anything." Pausing, I run my fingers through my hair.  "Sibbul... this is very important to me." 

"Yes sir." Now she pauses, and starts to walk away. "And sir?"

I look back at her, raising my eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Is the she, Ariel?" 

"Yes."

"I am fond of her. She's a very special girl."

With that she continues to walk away, leaving the lounging area. 

"She is, indeed." I whisper to myself.