Black wings, Snow, and Sand

Chapter 13: Looking into the eyes of Fear....My old Friend.

I stare at the deep dark entrance, I never realized how far it actually was from Burgess. I pray that Jack won't find me. God knows what would happen.
Daylight sits heavy on my wings, and my braid is now whipped away from the previous winds, and rain. I must have been standing here for hours. I don't want to do this.... I don't have to do this do I? No, I have to do it now before another Guardian falls. I jump down into my new prison, being immediately engulfed in darkness.
I land this time, on my feet. Walking slowly, but determined. What if he changed his mind? What if he still wants to destroy the Guardians even after I give myself up? What if...
No, if he still has his mind set on it then, I'll just...improvise.
I finally reach the end of the tunnel, and my heart is pounding. Oh, the little fairies...Poor little things... They squeak loudly as soon as they spot me.
"I'm sorry darlings, I can't get you out."
I wish I could. I restrain myself from saying that, because he needs to think I'm on his side.
I fly down to the stairs of the globe, and look around to find the basturd. He probably is waiting for me to do something.
"Kozmotis?" I call out.
"That is not my name anymore luv."
He answers from the darkness.
" I know. I just... please come out."
" And why would I do that??"
"Here."
I take my daggers out of my belt and lay them on the floor slowly. He walks out of the shadows and stands about a foot away. He looks at me with his seductive grin. I remember when it used to be a sweet one, caring, and warm. I try to picture him without all the evil, but it's no use... he's gone.
"Where's your frosty lover? He's usually is following you like a blood hound... Were his kisses not as satisfactory?"
Dear Lord, give me strength for this.
" I guess not."
The lie tastes like bile on my tongue. Jacks kisses were more than satisfactory, they made feel as though I was on bloody cloud 9, floating without a care in the world.
He circles me, finally stopping behind me, he lifts my hair away from my cheek and whispers in my ear.
" Oh... is this what I think it is? Has the virtuous Victoria finally given up??"
" Y...yes. Yes, you win. I give up."
I finally choke up. He kisses the curve of my neck slowly. I stand stiff, to at least have some dignity. He stops, then turns me around.
"About time. You kept me waiting long enough."
He kisses me abrasively, I kiss back... I close my eyes and pretend it's Jack. I pretend it's him untying my corset. All of sudden the room feels different, I feel a satin bed beneath me. He tackles me down, and kisses my neck again. He feels up my shirt, while I keep my eyes shut. He goes back to my lips, and takes off his robe, then lifts my shirt off, the slits down the back helps it over my wings. He then kisses my chest above my bra. I finally open my eyes, and lift my knee to reach my boot.
"Victoria..."
He groans sensually. I finally grab the handle, then jab the blade into his side....
"Never knew I had a third one did you?"
He yelps in pain. I flip over and sit on top of him, pushing the knife deeper. He looks at me, for a second I see a vulnerability that was never there before.
"I'm sorry Mo, you've gone to far."
The sympathy immediately leaves as soon as he starts chuckling.
"Oh dear, still haven't figured it out have you?"
He kicks me off full force, my back slams against the wall. I try to get up, but an unbearable pain erupts in the whole left side of my back. Oh God...My wing is broken. I try to hold back my screams of rage.
He gets up, and pulls the knife out as if it was a needle... Not even a drop of blood.
"Haha, I have to hand it to you, luv, you really fooled me. That's not an easy thing to do. Of course you should have remembered that you can't just kill me."
He's not completely naked, he wears a pair of slim black pants. I do have to admitted it, he's always been gorgeous, but then again... So was Lucifer.
He laughs as I look up at him. I'm trying not to move so sudden, which means it probably looks like I'm staring at him intently, and he's loving it.
"Like what you see? You know if you weren't so difficult, you could have me."
His grins maliciously.
"Why don't you just kill me you big jerk off? You might as well."
"Oh no," he gets down on one knee and jerks my head up to face him, making me grit my teeth in pain, "you're far to valuable for me."
"So you just break me instead?"
"No no, just..."
I feel my other wing snap. I scream my heart out, tears escape my eyes as I almost black out.
"FUCK...YOU!"
"Oh, If you wish to then," He kisses me, "I think I can make an arrangement."
He smiles in dirty thoughts. I stay hatefully silent as he gets back up. He examines the knife, looking at every feature.
" Now let's see.. why is Mr.Frost head over heels for you? Is it your pretty face? Your heavenly voice? I do know one thing, he's not as much of a plonker than I thought he was, when it comes to women."
"Piss off! He has nothing to do with this."
"Oh really? What was it you said to him when you left? I don't... Care for...you."
"How did you-"
" I have eyes everywhere. Again for a clever little girl, I thought you would have figured that out as well. "
He walks over to a miniature bar near the blacked out bed, puts the knife on top of it, and pours dark brown liquor into small glass full of ice, probably whiskey, he always liked it. The little bellend.
" I'm not a little girl anymore."
" Haha, of course not, you can tie your own boots and everything," he mocks, then continues, "I don't think your remark was true though, I mean about the caring thing," He turns back, and sits on the bed, "I think you really are falling for him, luv."
" Why because you have eyes everywhere?"
I mock back, still can't/not wanting to move.
"Well yes, but it's what I see that makes me think that. One thing about you that good old St. Nicholas was right about is that you are an open book, but he wasn't right about who with. You see, when your around those bloody buffoons you are as closed as a safe, sometimes even your pretty eyes can't give you away... but when you're with him, you are as open as public library."
I stay quiet as the feeling of guilt washes over me again. I wish Jack was here. I wish to be in his embrace again.
" Well with you being the humble virgin that you are, I obviously can see that he wants you, and let's just say, any straight man would want to have sex with you, but it's really rare that you would want to have sex with one of them."
He gets back, drink now drained, he places it on the bar, then walks over to me.
"And one thing about you, you tosser, is that you think love is sex, and not from the heart."
He laughs sarcastically.
" My dear, Love means nothing to this world. The sooner you except that, the better off you'll be."
"Your wrong. Love is everywhere. Even in the Dark ages... there was still Love, even if it wasn't showed often."
"And how would you know what love is hmmm? I swear you're still a child. You think that there's at least a speck of good in everybody, but the truth is this world will never grow away from the hatred it has gathered for freaks like us. What would your father or even your dear mother think if they knew what their daughter has become?"
"You think you know everything? My Father would love and accept me. Unlike you I actually had a family even though it was small....and even though I never met her I know she would do the same. So why don't you just shut your holing screamer and leave my Family, God rest their souls, out of this." I growl.
I try to move, but the only thing I manage is to create more pain.
"Oh don't hurt yourself, that's my job," picks me up and throws me back on the bed, I yell through my teeth, " don't worry, it doesn't hurt like people say,"
he lays on top me, and kisses my neck again, " think of it this way luv, you'll have some experience for your little lover," he whispers in my ear, "Of course he'll never be as good as me."
He kisses me, still as ruff as the first, but stops and gets up.
"You know, I don't think I will want any interruptions."
He grins devilishly. I can't speak, because if I do, I know I'll cry, and I will not let him have that power over me. My eyes follow him as he walks back to the bar and grabs the knife.
"This may hurt a little, dear."
He drags the blade across my palm, I wince a little. I try to retract my arm, but as soon as I move the pain is so unbearable, I'm force to stay still.
"Don't worry, you won't be feeling any pain soon."
"Why? Does that mean you'll be leaving soon."
He squeezes harshly my hand over a glass in response, letting the crimson liquid drip into it. Then proceeds to cuts his own, repeating the process. What in the name of God is he doing??
"Do you remember the story I told you about Odysseus?And the Lotus eaters?" He asks so casually about our past I can't help myself.
"You mean the stories you told when you actually had a heart and soul, yes I remember."
My cheeks, and eyes are burning with rage. He just chuckles, of course. It's kinda hard to be intimidating when your pretty much have really nothing to show any intimidation.
"Don't be resentful, pet, it just makes men squirm even more."
"Am I that translucent? I want you, I need you, Oh baby, Oh baby."
I spit sarcastically. He finally finishes whatever the bloody hell he's doing, and turns toward me. He gives a devil may care face, looking down at me with so much lust, I become disgusted. I don't only wish Jack was here to save the day... I also wish my father was here too, because I do remember that gun he had, and I know it would blow an elephant brains away, let alone Pitch's. Or would it? He's right he's too strong to be killed. God, I wish I could just black out. It would be easier.
"Well, after all these years. I found that the stories were true, except for a few things," he sits down next to me,"the lotus flower, does make someone go in a haze, and not want to leave, but it does not last forever, only for a few hours or days. Depending on how much the person drinks."
"What are you playing at?"
Shamefully a tear runs down my face.
"It also lies about how you need the blood of both the captor...and the prisoner."
My heart stops. Suddenly, I feel a pressure across my chest, arms and thighs. I struggle, forgetting my pain. He grabs my lower jaw, pulls it open and pours the damned liquid into my mouth. I try to spit it out, but it's to late, at least half of the thick, and vile drink flows down my throat. Dammit! Damm-
Wait. What's wrong with me? I like it here... the bed is soft. A handsome man beside me smiles at me like a lover. I like his smile too, it looks cool with all his sharp teeth.
"I like your smile."
I sit up, feeling no pain at all. He moves a strand out of my face slowly, then caresses my cheek with his pretty silver fingers.
"I like yours too, luv. Its very beautiful... I haven't seen it toward me in while."
"Why? You seem like a nice person," I smile and reach me hand to cup his face,"please don't be sad."
"Oh I'm not sad. Im in need."
He says with a concentrated frown.
"For what?" I ask worriedly.
"...You."
He moves in and kisses me at first slowly. Then, lays me down, laying his weight on top of me, and starts to kiss me ruffly. I feel up and down his back, as he feels down my hips to the top part of my boots, he pulls them off and let's them fall to the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, and push my lips to his more.
"I haven't pulled our trousers off yet, luv, although I do enjoy the enthusiasm, just wait."
He undoes my bra and begins to grope my breast, causing me to moan between our kisses. At that, he moves his lips down to my stomach, and stops at the top of my pants. He pulls his own down, an obvious sign of arousal released, then he starts to unbutton mine. He pulls them off slowly, then throws them to floor. He glides his lips up my right leg, then crawls back up and hovers above me.
"I've waited so long for this, darling." He says seductively.
He pulls me up and sits me against the the wall. He buries his face in my neck and slowly I feel him enter me. I moan louder as a new form of pleasure surrounds me. He repeats as he passionately nips at the curve of my neck.
Wait who else did that? My eyes dilate, and I feel as if everything stops. Oh Lord. A tear runs down my face.....Jack. What in the name of God is wrong with me?
Pitch pushes me up against the wall more, and groans my name over into my ear breathlessly on the verge of release. At first my shoulder blades are taken over by a bad soreness then it escalates to a back splitting throb. I scream out. He stops and looks at me in confusion knowing that it wasn't a playful one, and as soon as the filthy basturd does, I punch as hard as I can.
I'm perplexed by the fact it was enough to push him off of me, but I snap out of it and seize the opportunity. Pushing my self over the edge, I land on my hands and knees. The strain jolts up my back, but I ignore it, getting up as fast as I can, and running for my life toward the the tall dark door. I just touch the silver handle before he yanks me to the ground by my hair. My head hits the floor making me almost black out, but that mercy becomes out of my reach.
"You should have behaved, darling," he grabs me by the throat with one hand, and slams me against the wall. I cry out, but I am cut off by his grip," and when you don't behave there are punishments as you know."
He lets me fall to the ground. I cough and gasp for oxygen. He looks down at me infuriated, then grabs me by the shoulders, and slams me back against the wall. I sob enormously, begging God for it all to just be a Nightmare, but no.
"WHY CANT I MAKE YOU LOVE ME!?"
He screams in devastation.
Dear Lord. I look at him and see an inferior response to my raspy sobbing.
I want to feel sorry for him, but I can't. How can I? He's done nothing to show signs of real love towards me. Just pain, lust, mockery, and anger. My expression goes from remorseful, and vulnerable to provoked irritation.
"Because, you deserve to burn in hell for things you did to those innocent children, you bloody son of a bitch," I hack and cough, as my lungs scream for me to stop, but I can't, "you tHINK I NEVER LOVED YOU? I WAS WILLING TO DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! EVEN WHEN THOSE THINGS ATTACK YOU I STILL CARED!"
I explode just like with Bunny. North was right I need to stop sugar coating my emotions, it's the one thing I have close to being human anymore.
" I cared so much for you. I stayed by your side that whole day and night doing everything I could to make sure you were still bloody breathing-"
His grip on my shoulders get tighter.
"THEN WHY DID YOU PUSH AWAY WHEN I KISSED YOU?!"
He growls even more frustrated.
"Because, I knew something was wrong! Look yourself Mo! Hell you're not even Mo anymore! I told you I'm sorry, I asked you what was wrong, AND YOU LEFT ME TO ROT JUST BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO HELP!"
He looks at me. Not with understanding, but still just anger.
"If you loved me truly. You would've push down those thoughts of hatred that those things put into you or put me out my misery and just let me die, dammit."
Tears flow down my face as I look into the eyes of my old friend. This is the first time we've spoken about our past feelings with him as this monster. I missed the real Mo. I did love him, even though I never admitted it, but now even if he does come back, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at him without remembering this day or any of the things he's done to me or my friends.
His face suddenly changes from a silver to his original pale skin; his brown eyes look at me with fear. My heart skips a beat.
"I'm Sorry, I tried to stop."
His head jerks to side and he grits his teeth in agony.
"R-RUN!"
He warns me as he fights himself.
I can't, his hands have too tight of a grip, suddenly I realize telling him I cared probably broke him for those few seconds.
"Fight it! Please Mo! You can do it! Please I know you can do it! This is not you... Yes, I loved you.... so much all that time ago. Please..."
His head jerks down and stays there for a few moments. My hope rises high as I watch him, but suddenly so does my heart rate when I hear a menacing laughter escape his lips. He looks back up at me with gold eyes, and silver skin.
"The Man you knew is gone, luv, and he's never coming back."
My anger rising again.
"He did nothing wrong!"
I blurt out. He looks at me and grins even wider.
"He obviously never told you why I chased him did he? Well leave it to Kozmotis to leave to juicy parts about his life."
My heart sinks down to my feet. I? It wasn't really Mo acting off of fear and anger. They didn't just heightened his feelings and senses of hate. One of them possessed him.
"W-what are-"
"Shhh...." he places his finger on my lips," It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. Oh you should hear the thoughts that has about you. All the quirks, all the sobs, the selflessness even... just turns him on more."
He kisses me again. I turn my face away, but he doesn't stop, he just kisses my neck more.
"Let me alone!"
I growl. Laughter erupts from him and it seems to echo eerily somehow.
"And why would I do that? Like I said your nothing but a little girl that wastes her time believing in the idea of love and that terrible excuse of a God."
Suddenly a lightbulb turns on. God. Possession. A sudden flash of a memory of the exorcism passage I would hear the Priest recite to himself for practice, at the Catholic Church I visited each Sunday for the past decade. He continues to nip at my neck. I got him right where I want him. I wrap my arms around him tight.
"EXORCIZAMUS TE, OMNIS IMMUNDUS SPIRITUS, OMNIS SATANICA POTESTAS..."
I yell into his ear. He stops kissing my neck, jerks back away for a few inches against my hold, his face contorted in pain.
"Shut up."
He spits through gritted teeth. I don't stop as the word appear back into my memory.
"OMNIS INCURSIO INFERNIIS ADVERSARII-"
" I sAID SHUT UP YOU LITTLE WHORE!"
He grabs my neck and slams my back against the wall again. I frantically try to continue but I can't even inhale air. All that escapes my throat are pathetic attempts to revive my lungs.
"You will not speak those filthy words to me or I will make you watch as I happily torture your frosty plaything," He says in a calm, yet furiously frightening way, he finally lets me go again, hacking and inhaling frantically, I'm pinned to the wall by my shoulders once more ",now that we got that out of the way. I think I should remind you that you never let me get my fill in our little honeymoon scene a few moments ago. You owe me, pet."
I turn to look away from his gaze, and mumble hate toward him.
"What was that?"
He asks in a testing voice. I'm so infuriated that I don't give a damn anymore.
"I said. Go to hell you son of a bitch."
He back hands me hard. My cheek feels as though it is on fire. He then gently brings my face back to look at him. He stares at me in admiration.
"Haha like father like daughter. Too stubborn, to know you've lost."
He grabs my neck again, but not tight enough to choke me. He turns my head and whispers in my ear.
"I know you don't care if you die, but you wouldn't want to see your ice filled boy toy swiped off the face of the earth would you?"
He smiles knowing he's got me.
"Answer me, dear."
I shake my head slightly back and forth.
"Good girl. Now as I said before," I feel his tongue run from my cheek and glide up to my ear, " you owe me."
He pushes his kisses upon my lips again, but as soon as he realizes I'm not kissing back, he stops.
"I'm not going to do everything myself, even though I love seeing you in this weak, pitiful state. I'm going to need at least some effort on your part."
Come on, do it for Jack. I kiss him back reluctantly. He picks up and lays me down on the bed once more, but this time only half way. He slips his fingers slowly into my womanhood. I suppress my moans to have some dignity. WHY WAS HE SO GOOD AT THIS?!!?! I hate the utter fact that he's good, and I bloody wish he wasn't. The friction is to much and I end up moaning anyway, as tears of hatred leak from my eyes.
He stops then pushes me up the bed more, and begins to enter me again.
I close my eyes. God, please let Jack be ok. I don't care if I rot down here forever. I just want Jack and the others to be safe.