Blood Pact

Chapter 3 - Blood

"So what will it be my dear? A blood pact, or death?" He says happily.

"...The first one..." Irillium says reluctantly. *Shit...* She thinks to herself defeatedly.

"Excellent choice my dear." The man says.

Irillium looks on as the man uses his fangs to bite his palm open. The blood flows down his arm, dripping onto the floor. He takes a step back and gets down onto his knees to begin to drawing a circle of blood.

He secretly glances up at Irillium, who is slowly shifting towards the door. *Should I try to make a run for it while he's busy? No... I already saw how fast he is, I won't make it in time.* She thinks to herself.

*It seems that she finally understands her situation.* The man thinks to himself. "Alright, I've finished the circle. Now my dear, if you'd be so kind as to step inside of it with me?" He asks in a tone that clearly tells her that he's not really asking.

Irillium fights against her instincts, and steps inside the circle. *According to what I've read about blood pacts, the two parties have to drink each other's blood. I'm not looking forward to it. Just the idea of having this man's blood in my body is enough to make me wretch.* She thinks.

The man peers at Irillium, then grabs her hand. Irillium's body tenses up, and she connects the dots in her head. *Hes going to bite my hand...* She thinks. He pulls her hand towards him, palm facing up, and bites down into her flesh.

Irillium feels the skin splitting on her hand, and flinches from the pain. The man makes a complicated expression, showing blatant disgust at the sight of the cut. *I despise this part.* He thinks to himself. He brings Irillium's palm up to his face, and puts his mouth over her wound. Irillium tries to pull her arm back in shock, but he holds it firmly in place while he drinks the fresh blood flowing from her wound.

"Shit... How much are you going to drink? Stop already!" She says. The man lifts his face then releases her palm.

"Don't misunderstand, I don't enjoy this any more than you do." He says, evidently disgusted. He wiped the blood from his mouth. "It's your turn now." He says while moving his wounded hand up to Irillium's face.

Irillium looks at the blood seeping out from between his torn skin, then to him. *I don't want to...* She thinks. The man looks at her, almost reading her mind.

"You can't? Well in that case..." He says. The man puts the blood seeping out from his wound in his mouth, and pulls Irillium in at her waist.

"What are you-?!" She exclaims before he forcefully presses his lips onto hers. *Who does he...* She thinks. He slips his tongue into her mouth, forcefully opening it to drink his blood.

*That's right, drink it all quickly my dear.* The man thinks. He keeps his tongue inside her mouth while he aggressively presses against her lips.

"Mf..." Irillium let's out a muffled noise in protest.  *God... It tastes horrible.* She thinks to herself. Her entire body shakes in disgust as he forcefully pushes the blood into her mouth. He holds her until she swallows it.

*I don't feel well...* She thinks. The man pulls away from her and wipes the blood on his mouth away. Irillium's complexion immediately turns pale, and her body begins to burn like she's been set alight. The circle of blood starts to glow, and it quickly rises up into a spiral around them, engulfing them in a whirlwind of scarlet.

"It's working!" The man says gleefully.

"What's... What's happening?!" Irillium says through the pain. The man pulls his hood back, and reveals locks of mid length golden hair. His expression is calm.

"The pact is a success, that's what's happening my dear!" He says, but suddenly his eyes widen and discomfort spreads throughout his body. *Wait, no... this-this isn't right. This is not supposed to happen.* He thinks.

Irillium clutches her stomach in pain, and finds a fleeting urge to kneel, but the pain fades as quickly as it had appeared, and she finds herself standing straight infront of the man. He looks at her, agony spreading across his expression. "You... who are you..." He says through a clenched jaw. A force pulls him to the ground, and he kneels reluctantly.

*Wait, this isn't supposed to happen... Not that I'm complaining though.* She thinks to herself. The pain fades, and the blood settles to the ground, vanishing into thin air. The circle is gone, and the pact is complete... but not in the way it should've been.

The man stays on the floor in silence. Irillium looks at her hands, the wound doesn't hurt anymore. "Oh? This is strange. I feel so refreshed." She says. She can't quite explain it but a feeling of new found power surges through her.

"You... Who are you." The man says. Irillium looks down at him. He's lost all of his energy, and he's clearly helpless. She doesn't know why, but she just knows that he can't do anything.

"Well, this is interesting. Isn't it?" She says in a taunting tone. *It's obvious what's happened here. The blood pact failed to recognise him as the master, and instead, he's become my servant.* She thinks to herself.

A blue crystal appears around the man's neck, proof that he's now her slave. He stays staring at the floor. *This is impossible... How did this happen? Just how much farther must I fall from grace?! This... This person can't simply be just a mortal. I can't even kill them now because of the contract.* He thinks.

"What? Are you not going to recognise your new master?" She says disdainfully. *You piece of shit.* She thinks. The man's nails claw into the ground as his hands tense in anger.

"I am not your servant. If anyone is going to be the servant between us it will be yo-! Aaaghhhh!" His shouting is interrupted by a wave of excruciating pain.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you through the sound of you screaming." Irillium says. Her eyes look over him writhing in pain, clearly taking delight in his suffering. *This is what you deserve.* She thinks. The pain stops, and the man is left breathing heavily on the floor, relieved that it's over.

"Talk to me like that again and I won't hesitate to make it a hundred times more painful the next time." She says coldly. "So what will it be? Are you going to submit to me, or do you want to die?" She says.

*This child...* The man thinks.

"So?" She says. He looks up at her, rage plastered all over his face. Irillium sighs.

"AGHHHHHHH!!!!!" He shouts in pain once more, but this time it feels like he's on the verge of death, or rather, death would be better than this. The pain subsides after a while, leaving him tired and drained.

"Do you want to try that again?" She says.

"I'll... I'll submit." He says. *For now.* He thinks.

End of chapter 3.