Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Nights ❯ The Locket ( Chapter 13 )

Slowly my eyes blinked to life. My head was heavy and my eyes were foggy, but I was none the less awake. The dream that had plagued my mind vanished from my memory as the pain of my forgotten injuries jolted my mind into a sudden frenzy. My body ached like I had just run a marathon with all the knives in the kitchen after me. Every cut screamed in rage at my mind, especially the lashes that decorated my back like wrinkles decorated an elephant's hide. The thing that bugged me the most was I still had that damn corset on. My breathing was already haggard from the pain, but the corset made it twice as hard.

 

I groaned and pushed my self over onto my side to relieve the pain of my back, but stopped when I foreign object slid off my chest. It was small, maybe the size of a pebble with a tail. Propping myself up on my left elbow I used my hand to pat around looking for the object. The room it was in was pitch-black just like the meeting room so it took me a minute to find the thing. As my fingers found the small object I lifted it up and ran my fingers over it. I gasped in surprise.

 

It was my locket! The one that held my powers with in it, I could feel the comforting waves of my own personal wind gliding over me. I searched the chain dangling from the top of the locket for the clasp and quickly fastened it around my neck.

 

“My god, he already went and got it…” My thoughts ran over Tala's earlier words making me smile.

 

“I made a promise, didn't I?” I gasped again and looked into the darkness. It was then I realized that I was lying under the covers of a large bed. I couldn't see worth a dime, but I could feel the warmth of the soft sheets surrounding my body from the waist down.

 

“Where are you?” I asked the darkness.

 

“Here.” Tala's warm hand brushed across my exposed arm. I shivered slightly and drew far enough away to snag his hand from my forearm with my own. He froze but didn't pull away from my touch. I followed his arm with my free hand until I found his shoulder about a foot and a half in front of my body. I smiled lightly and dropped my hand to rest on the bed sheets between us. A gentleman even at night in a bed; shocking.

 

“Thank you.” I whispered.

 

“It was our agreement. Why are you thanking me?” I shook my head softly and carefully lowered my self from the prop of my elbow to rest against the mattress. I rested my head on the fluffy pillows and gathered my arms up against my chest.

 

“Because you got it so quickly. It was a pleasant surprise.” I rolled the locket between my fingers pondering if I should open it now or later. I felt the mattress shift as he moved. I wasn't sure what he was doing or where he was going until his arm snaked over my waist while the other took the place of the pillow under my neck.

 

I didn't protest. I still had my locket between my fingers, ready to open it if something I didn't like happened. His hot breath caressed my cheek as the scent of his cologne rolled over me. He seemed to always smell like cinnamon candy canes and the air just after it rained. Crisp, clean, refreshing.

 

“It was my pleasure.” He seemed so different now that he had me alone in a bed. He seemed relaxed and peaceful, unlike the worried bag-o-bones that he was earlier. My fingers trailed over the clasp of the locket.

 

“Do you mind?” I felt his lips brush across my forehead in a feather light touch.

 

“Of course not,” I smiled as a plan formulated in my head. I inched close to him, my body pressing into his. He was shirtless and his skin was soft like a baby's. I pressed my lips against the first piece of his warm flesh my nose felt. It was his collar bone. Slowly I trailed burning kisses up his neck and over his jaw bone. My hands worked quickly to unclasp the side of the locket. I felt the wind seeping into me; it was my own personal rush.

 

My lips touched his lightly in a trial kiss. I pulled back just far enough to part our lips. I sighed out the little air in my lungs in anticipation of the energy I was about to call back into my body. The burning cuts that defaced my skin were only an after thought to my current state of mind. My body wanted him. My blood pulsed with need to have him. His arm around my waist crushed me against his body. He wanted me too.

 

I flicked the door of my locket open and threw my head back as the torrent of wind rushed through me. His lips crushed against mine as he too felt the power I had released. My body was flaring back to its demonic state. My markings burned down my skin like wild fire. The gashes and bruises that decorated my body mended and vanished while the markings took their place.

 

I rolled Tala over onto his back and straddled his hips with my thighs. He held me tightly too him, our lips never parting. His hand held the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair. My hands had left the now useless locket that hung from my neck to roam his toned body. I moaned against his lips as he lightly bit down on my lower lip.

 

He flipped me over, pinning me between the bed and his solid body. His lips parted from mine and trailed down to my neck. I ran my hands through his soft hair and sighed out the breath I had been holding.

 

“I'm sorry.” I whispered. His lips lifted from my skin. I opened my eyes and stared up into Tala's arctic eyes that were wide with mild shock. I let a large smile take my face as I saw for the first time my father's markings lightly imprinted on his skin by a soft and hardly noticeable glow. I ran the pad of my thumb lightly over the glowing patterns.

 

“You can see now.” He smiled softly and kissed my nose.

 

“It's about time.” I smiled and lightly kissed his lips again.

 

“What are you sorry for?” I sighed and pulled his head down so I could whisper into his ear.

 

“For ever believing that you would kill my mother and father.” My voice was as soft as the wind it self. He pulled back and looked straight into my eyes.

 

“Don't be. I would have thought the same thing if I were you.” I lightly ran my thumb across his chin and jaw bone as he spoke. This new night vision thing was pretty darn amazing.

 

“Maybe, but I ignored your pleas for me not to leave. Maybe if I hadn't left-” I caught my words as his lips covered mine. He pulled away for a moment and looked down at me with solid eyes.

 

“There are no regrets to be had. What is done is done. We can't go back.” I nodded slowly. He was right; regrets only weighed your mind down. But boy did I have a lot of regrets.