Confessions of a Killer

23 levity

Charlotte:

My breathe didn't come easily.

I tried for rationality, reminding myself that I had been under a psychopaths mind control, that though I'd been the big hand that triggered the distress and deaths of the persons I cared about, tormenting myself over the past will not make for a better future.  The ache in my chest didn't care for rationality. It was a giant thorn, stuck inside my left ventricle, worming it's way into my blood steam, tearing through my limbs in a line of fiery pain.

I'm stuck, in the moment unable to breathe through the blaze of grief. Heart clenching, stuttering as I breathe in the scent of one of the men I had loved so long ago. One I had relied on, who'd taught me many things that I have used to survive to this day.

Alleviating stiff muscles from their rigid posture, allowing the breath held in my lungs to ease out, I shut my eyes. He's here. Really here.

Three of seven had survived.

My heart faltered again. Constricting as if in the grip of a deadly viper, a scaled vice razing tendrils of pain throughout my aching body. It's never the physical pain that got to me. Always the psychological, the kind that goes beneath the skin where the beasts lurk ready to pounce as soon as a whisp of weakness is discovered.

Damiens grip on me tightened. His heart thudding in tandem with mine, slowing as if coaxing my pulse to slow with his. His fingers slid along my throat, tracing the jagged pulse, kissing my temple with quiet assurance.

I let go momentarily, forgoing the knowledge of what I'd done, blocking out the scent of the red headed man looming in the open Doorway. Basking in the affection and certainty of the man cradling me as if I were fragile, letting his resolution overflow through me. I curled his strength around me like a blanket, casting out the doubt, enveloping my psyche with the bond we have built. The unbreakable one that I have begun to rely on.

No matter the outcome...

I can only hope that that is true.

"Charlie... are you, all right?" His voice was gravelly with pent up emotion. My focus turned inward, asking myself the same question. Even through the shroud of Damiens power I can still feel the dark uncertainty, the anxiety, the despair of what I'd done and the worry of what would come. I answered, resolute; "No."

Damien pulled the blanket up over me, covering my flushed skin from view while peppering small dry kisses on the side of my face, soundless, barely moving so the other man wouldn't see what he was doing.

He sent a short spurt of reassurance through our bond as he exited the bed, carefully crawling out and replacing the blanket over my backside. Though he had sent, and was continually dispatching through our unique connection, comfort and support, my back still chilled, my heart still iced over with apprehension. The smell of our actions swirled through the air, a musk that brought peace to my soul but unease into my mind, imagining the thoughts flying through Maguire's mind at the very smell.

"Williams." Damien greeted, not as frosty as he had with Jasper. There was a certain amount of warmth to his tone that had me turning, risking a peek at the source of my anguish but never quite making it. My eyes drawn, looking up to the stupidly beautiful man I'm mated to before anything or anyone else in the room registered.

Damien stood naked, in all his glory, his unit tattoo partially filled in, stark in the sunlight brilliantly illuminating his entire backside. His dark hair mussed with our recent entanglement shone nearly obsidian in the daylight. Large muscles bunched his back, strength screaming through every lazily flexed inch of brawn. Legs spread slightly, I caught sight of his length, flaccid yet still so very dauntingly large.