Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Demonic ❯ Somewhere Out There ( Chapter 13 )

Somewhere Out There

 

By: Roxria

 

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Livid barely touched on the unbridled fury Damon felt as she slammed open the doors that led to Valon's dining room. Crimson eyes burned with hellfire, clawed hands drenched with the blood of every guard who had tried to get in her way. It took her less then fifteen seconds to deal with the three demons who tried to halt her entrance, fingers cracking as she threw them to the side like playthings. Her lips peeled back in a feral snarl as she set eyes upon her target.

 

Valon looked up from his leaning position against the wall, “Dearest Damon, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?”

 

“Where the fuck is she, Valon?!” Damon seethed, her wings flaring to their full dominating length as she stared down the demon.

 

Valon's calm disposition didn't change, “`She?'” He shook his head, “I have no idea who you're--”

 

Damon flew forward so fast that Valon didn't have time to react. She slammed him against the wall by this throat, his head making a sickening crack as it connected with the opposing wall, “Don't fucking play me! Where is Kairi?”

 

Green eyes coolly stared into aggressive crimson, “Your mate? I have no idea where she is”. He smirked as her fingers tightened around his throat, “As I recall, you are the one in charge of your little mortal.”

 

The demoness hissed lowly, “You fucking liar, you took her! I would recognize one of your goons anywhere! He even stated that you sent him! So tell me where the fuck you have her, Valon!”

 

Amused eyes suddenly turned icy.

 

Damon was forced back as his foot connected with her stomach, a low growl leaving her lips. She leapt forward only for her hand to connect with nothing but air. Crimson eyes scanned the room carefully until they met upon Valon standing smugly a few feet away. Her canines gleamed threateningly.

 

Valon touched his finger to his lips, taking another step back as Damon's fist came flying towards his face once more, “You know, it's not very polite to come into your teacher's home uninvited. Nor is polite to attack the one who taught you everything you know.” He caught her hand as it approached his face, pulling her in closer until they were mere inches apart, “That rash temper is going to get you in a lot of trouble.”

 

Damon snarled as his jagged fingernails sunk into her hand causing for her to pull away sharply, “I don't give a fuck about who you are; you abducted my mate, and that's good enough reason to kill you.”

 

The demon crossed his arms over his chest, “You know, I didn't believe Vixen when she told me one of my students had taken a mortal as a mate. I believed her even less when she said that student was you.” He sidestepped her blatant attack, shoving her back against the wall as the demoness attacked so recklessly, “The one who used pick humans apart for her own pleasure.”

 

Crimson eyes glared at him coldly.

 

“But apparently you're more compassionate then I originally thought” he replied with a smirk, “I thought I worked that all out of you when you were a fledgling--”

 

“I don't have time for a fucking trip down memory lane! Tell me where she is!” Damon ground out in frustration, cracking her fingers furiously. Crimson eyes glowed eerily, midnight hair rippling down her back as her anger continued to swell.

 

Valon ran his fingers through his black and blond hair, “Such hostility; maybe it's time I reminded you of just how outclassed you are here.” Cold ivy eyes bled into crimson, his canines extending and sharpening as he smirked.

 

Damon blocked the hand that came driving at her stomach, only to full prey to the leg that connected with her side. She quickly wrapped her free arm around his leg, throwing him towards one of the many props in the room. Lips formed a deep snarl when he merely flipped back, landing perfectly on the mahogany table. She spread her wings instantly and flew towards him at an almost incomprehensible speed.

 

Almost.

 

Valon rushed forward with an amused smirk, avoiding her punch-kick combo in order to slam his clawed fingers into the flesh of her stomach. He licked his lips as his digits punctured skin drawing warm black blood from the demoness.

 

Damon was forced to fall back, landing perched on her toes and fingers as her newly acquired wounds burned ferociously. Crimson eyes held hostility.

 

“You're getting sloppy, Damon. No wonder your mate was taken if this all you could do to protect her,” Valon cooed, licking his fingers clean of sweet addiction. He gripped her wrist tightly as her hand tried to make a connection with his face. He just as easily caught her opposing hand, “But that's the trouble when you take a toy that can't defend themselves even a little bit. You end up having to constantly protect them - or they get taken away right under your nose.”

 

“Bastard!” the demoness snarled with feral intensity, using her wings to break the proximity, “Tell me where the fuck she is! Who I take as a mate is none of your concern!”

 

Valon's gaze sharpened, “Wrong.”

 

Damon was knocked back against the wall, his body pressed against hers as to keep it from moving. She growled lowly in frustration when her wings were spread and pinned heavily against cold cement, her struggles only managing to increase the heavy pressure binding them.

 

“So seem to forget who was the one who got you into such good graces with the Council; who allowed you to rise into the position of power from the demon scrub you used to be” he spat lowly against her neck, “So everything and anything you do reflects back to me, Damon - you took a weak mortal as your mate, and that weakness portrays back to me.”

 

Raven hair spilled over her shoulder as she snarled deeply, “You took her.”

 

Valon smirked, “Yes, I did.” He licked his teeth as the demoness thrashed under his grip, “I took away your precious mate.”

 

Damon peered up at him through midnight bangs, her crimson eyes livid as they met with his clearly amused expression.

 

“As always though, Damon, I give you props on your choice” Valon continued thoughtfully, dragging his tongue along his canines, “You have always had good taste around the appearance of your toys. You know what I especially liked about this one--”

 

The demoness froze uncharacteristically.

 

“--those gorgeous blue eyes.”

 

Damon went feral, slamming her fists into Valon's chest as she tore herself away from the wall. Her energy was going wild, the mere pressure causing the demon male to shirk from her. Her wings flared as she sped forward with astounding speed, a roundhouse kick causing Valon to stumble back from the forced. Her fingers dug into his throat, “What the fuck did you do to her!?”

 

Valon merely smirked, “What do you think I did with her?”

 

The demoness wasted no swiping her hand across Valon's shoulder, flesh sticking to her fingers as it absorbed the growl that left her `teacher's' lips. She watched as his grin only grew as to show every jagged tooth, “Don't fuck with me! Just tell me where the fuck you have her!”

 

Crimson-ivy eyes shimmered, “You mean where I `had' her?”

 

Damon froze at the statement, her lessened strength allowing Valon to slip away from her and land a devastating hit across her face. Black bled from her lips, but she gave no show of pain. Her eyes were shadowed heavily by onyx hair. Her fingers tightened against the floor, “Where is she?” Her voice was nothing but a low animalistic warning.

 

Valon ran his hand over his bloody shoulder, tissue starting to reform as he did. He tilted his head up, “You lived almost forty years under me, Damon. Surely over that span you learned where I take all the trash when I'm done with it.”

 

The look was so feral, so oozingly livid, that it froze the elder male for a moment.

 

It was enough.

 

A moment was all it took for Daemon disappear behind Valon, drawing her arm back and plowing it into the demon's stomach until it protruded through the other side. Her alternate hand shot up to force his head back painfully.

 

Valon sputtered blood as he snarled from the onslaught of pain.

 

“YOU FUCKING LIAR!” Damon roared, slammed his head into the wall repeatedly and ruthlessly, “YOU. FUCKING. BASTARD! I'LL. FUCKING. KILL. YOU!” With each pointed word she forced his head back against the wall with sickening ferocity, her fingers twisting around the insides of his stomach savagely.

 

It was an assault that had Valon dropping to his knees. He snarled lowly when she lifted by his stomach until they were face-to-face. Greenish-black sludge bled from the wounds across his face and stomach, pooling around his ankles.

 

Damon tightened her hand cruelly around his neck, sharp digits sinking into sinful skin. Her eyes were nothing but churning pools of bloody crimson and inky blackness.

 

Blood seeped over lips that turned up into a sadistic smile, “Temper, temper. Is it any wonder she's dead with how long you took to get here?” Valon suddenly disappeared from under her grip, leaving nothing but a sticky puddle of ivy-black ooze.

 

Leather wings bristled.

 

“And then, instead of going to find your precious little mate first you come looking for a fight with me. So if she wasn't dead before, now there is no doubt…”

 

Damon looked over her shoulder to see that Valon had reappeared back over at the table, sitting on its edge coolly as if he could feel no pain from his wounds. She twitched; Valon rarely felt anything at all other then his sadistic tendencies. Pain was like nothing to him. And now she felt like she was stuck listening to his poisonous ramblings, those corroding truths that ate away at her iron resolve.

 

“But I wouldn't dwell on her pain too much, Damon - you see, I actually did talk to little Kairi. Such an innocent little mortal… so sweet and naïve” Valon pondered with a soft smile, “It's why her death was so quick. And don't worry - I gave her a gentle parting gift.”

 

“You--” Damon hissed lowly, her arms shaking in anger, “you kissed her.”

 

Valon smirked, “Sugar sweet; like addiction.”

 

The demoness turned angrily, “You played her against herself…”

 

“I made it quick for your little one. You should be grateful.”

 

“You didn't even do it yourself, did you? You fucking made her do it to herself!” Damon's fury skyrocketed, driving her fist into the wall when it missed its original target. She stood there for a moment, her hand shaking in blood-curdling anger, “Where is she!?”

 

“Where do people go after they die?” He went flying across the room as her knee connected with his side, but he flipped back into a poised position. He wiped a few stray drops of blood away from his mouth, grinning back at the demoness whose energy was spiraling around her. A chuckle left his lips, “Or maybe you mean her body? That you'll have to find for yourself.”

 

It was then that Bellany made her entrance into the room, violet eyes capturing crimson as soon as she entered, “We found her.”

 

“What good timing, Bellany” Valon said with a grin, “I was just about to make my exit - seeing as Damon will obviously want to be at the side of her dead lover.”

 

Damon snarled, watching as the elder male started to fade away. She lunged at him, only to have her hand fall through his disappearing body. She looked up at him menacingly from her fallen position on the floor, “Don't you fucking run away from me, Valon! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

 

Valon licked one of his bloody fingers, “Not today, Damon. Today you failed as both a student and a mate; so before you decide to take me on again, maybe you better get your priorities in check. You'll stand a better chance that way.” He waved at the glowering demoness teasingly, “Till next time, Damon. Do take your mate with you when you leave - I'm not very fond of cleaning up other people's messes.”

 

Her fist connected with nothing but air.

 

He was gone. There was only a bitter silence where he used to stand.

 

Damon roared her anger into the chamber, her voice carrying along solemn air in a deafening echo. She slammed her fist into the ground, marble tiling cracking under the pure unadulterated force. Crimson eyes were filled with fury as they looked at Bellany.

 

Violet eyes remained stoic and expressionless under the intense gaze.

 

“Take me to her.”

 

Bellany nodded wordlessly. She waited for Damon to pick herself up off the floor before leading the way in a fast-paced sprint. Her direction never hesitated for a moment as she led the other through the maze of hallways. She could hear the demoness' wings compress air as they cut through the empty space.

 

They stopped nearly five minutes after running upon the approach of a giant stone door.

 

Damon could smell it - she could smell the coppery aroma of blood, underlying with the faint scent of vanilla. She pushed the doors open and was assaulted by the sight. Her senses were bombarded, and it almost caused for her to lose balance - but she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop looking at the sight before her.

 

Kairi was lying face up on the floor, but from the smeared blood on the floor it was obvious that Shandi had moved her that way. Her skin held no reminiscent color but ghostly white, adjoined with the shadowing of blood that had pooled around her from the opening on her wrist. Blue eyes were closed gently giving the appearance of calm sleep… but there was no method of motion to her sleep - there was no tender breathing or flutter of eyelids. There was only silence.

 

Shandi was on her knees beside the youth, golden eyes flickering cautiously as Damon entered the room. She watched as her best friend stood there, motionless, ruby eyes glistening with emotions that she had never seen before in the demoness.

 

The room was completely silent. There were no words to be said - there was nothing that could be said.

 

Damon went to her mate, her legs failing when she came within range of the pallid mortal. She cradled the youth against her as if trying to sooth emotions that couldn't be present within the lifeless body. Her fingers clenched at the coolness of once warm skin that was now painted in crimson.

 

It was pain - it was pain that Damon had never experienced before. It was like the world had suddenly crashed around her, and for once, she didn't know how to put the pieces back together.

 

Her mate - her Pretty One -- Kairi was really gone.

 

“Bring her back” was the almost non-audible whisper that left Damon's lips, letting her mate's flaxen hair fall between her fingers.

 

Shandi paused for a moment, “I can't.”

 

Crimson eyes turned angry, “What do you mean `you can't'!”

 

It was one of the only times that Shandi felt truly hurt by a pain that wasn't her own. The look in Damon's eyes was not only angry… but it was desperate. It was something that she had never seen in the lustful demoness before; it was completely and utterly devastated. Honey eyes turned to look at the young mortal who lay limply in Damon's arms, “I'm a demonic necromancer, Damon… I can't bring back a human soul from the other side. Mortal souls… are too fragile for that. It would shatter. You know that.” She turned her head to the side, “I could reanimate her body - but I can't reconnect her soul. She would just be another doll.”

 

Dolls: the emotionless shells of humans that were used as servants at demon manners.

 

Damon looked down at her precious mate with flurried eyes. She… she couldn't do that to her.

 

Innocent nature, genuine smile, gentle touch… that soft laughter that made the day brighten.

 

Kairi was no doll.

 

Damon shook her head, raven hair falling in front of her disturbed orbs as they looked her Pretty One's blank face. Her chest tightened painfully, somehow liquidating the ache into a physical reaction to her eyes. Crimson bled from her eyes, lips curling back to let out a feral and pained cry.

 

Shandi lowered her eyes as the sound of loss echoed around the room, imbedding itself deep within cemented walls. It was a sound that she would never forget as long as she lived.

 

Bellany's façade cracked as she fell onto her knees, clutching the ground harshly as her breath became labored. Only the said impossible tears of a demon could bring them to the ground - only the unbearable cry of loss could make them stay there.

 

Damon didn't recognize the twin trails of crimson that leaked from her eyes. She had seen them fall from the frailty of others many times, but she had been so sure that she was incapable of such fickle and weak emotions that could make her - cry? It was such a foreign and weedy word… something that she would never think to associate with herself. She had mutilated every sexual partner that she had ever had - she had torn life from them with ruthless abandonment - and she had never felt a twinge of guilt for any of them.

 

But Kairi… hadn't been just anyone. She had been everything.

 

This frail little mortal lying in her arms had been the first mate she had ever taken. She had been the `first' for a lot of things. She had been the first one to ever reject her advances, the first one to gain comfort from her embrace, and the first one that Damon actually cared for. Kairi, although she didn't know it, had become the pinnacle of Damon's affection - not her lust, her affection.

 

And now Damon had failed. She had found the one person in her life that she was able to feel something for, and she had failed to protect her. She had let Kairi down as a protector - and even worse, as a mate. And now… her lover was gone.

 

Damon shook her head as she cradled Kairi's soft mortal body, “You can't be gone…” She leaned forward until her face was buried into ice-white hair, “Pretty One, I'm so sorry--” Her voice cracked, a sound that was uncharacteristically fragile, “I'm sorry I failed…”

 

When Shandi drew closer, Damon growled in warning. Crimson eyes narrowed at the approach of the demonic necromancer, warning her of the perils of getting too close. She wrapped her wings protectively around both of them.

 

Fuck, this pain was intolerable!

 

“Damon…”

 

“Don't fucking tell me to let her go!” Damon snarled, her eyes bleeding with dangerous intensity. They held anger, malice, wrath… every emotion that she would condone to herself for the rest of her life. Her senses were in a hypersensitive flurry, her mind bombarded with thoughts and feelings that weren't her own - or her mate's.

 

Shandi looked slightly taken back at the statement. It was very rarely that Damon was able to break through the mental barriers of her mind… but given the situation, it shouldn't have been surprising. She looked at Damon strongly, making sure that her eyes connected with those of her friend, “I don't want you to let her go.” She had seen Damon kill people for less. And given that she had just lost her mate, those percentages didn't get any better.

 

The crimson gaze didn't break for an instant.

 

Shandi took this lack of aggression as a means to continue. Golden eyes stared down ruby seriously, “Terillikal monavera.”

 

Damon turned her head very slightly as to show she was listening, even though her priority was still on the mortal in her lap.

 

“Terillikal monavera is a spell, Damon--” Shandi continued, “a very temperamental spell, forbidden by the Council almost two centuries ago.”

 

The demoness slowly turned her gaze away from her mate to look at Shandi expectantly. Crimson eyes burned at the mention of the Council, but they quickly sharpened as they took in stoic golden orbs. “Why?”

 

“Because it is thought to be a very dirty practice - a tainted presence on the world that the Council strives to make clean and purebred. Thralls are severely looked down upon, even more than mortals.”

 

“Thrall - that sounds… familiar.”

 

Golden eyes flickered, “It should. The last thrall known to the demon plane was destroyed around the time you became a student of Valon's - they burned him at Jikon Cross.” Shandi brushed her fingers through her crimson locks, “Thralls are, for lack of a better term, half-breeds. They are the result terillikal monavera, a spell that creates a split in a soul's path to the other side. It basically creates a loophole for the soul back to its original body.”

 

“But?” Damon almost growled.

 

Shandi shook her head, “The problem is that creating this pathway means that the spirit has to back-trail through the darkness of the demon plane. The soul picks up the demonic traits of whatever it passes through on the way back to its body. Sometimes it doesn't even make it that far… the soul can be completely devoured by the strongest influence.” Shandi looked at Kairi gently, “but in retrospect, it is the soul that ultimately makes the choice to come back or move on.”

 

There was a long silence between the two girls.

 

“Damon… you have to know. The only successful creation of thralls has been through the reanimation of demons. A mortal has never come back to demon plane as a half-human, half demon. There souls are usually too fragile to survive the demonic pressure, or they just choose to remain on the other side.” Shandi paused, “I know… you want Kairi to come back… but the chance she will is very small… and if she does, she may not be the same as you expect her to be. If she survives, she may completely fall to the darkness - and you know she'll be hunted by the Council if they ever find out what she is. Thralls are lower then dirt here.”

 

Midnight hair fell in front of cloudy eyes. She would give anything to protect her mate - anything to see that smile again -- but for once, it was a decision that she had to make not only for her own benefit - but for that of her lover.

 

Would Kairi even want to come back? After all the torment, the fear, the pain, the manipulation… after she had been forced to die all alone… who would want to? Who would want to come back to a world where everything they met caused them nothing but anguish? And returning only meant that the realm's residents would hunt her even more precariously… it meant that she was in even more danger than before.

 

Damon clenched her fingers, “The price?”

 

Shandi looked up questioningly, as if she had not heard Damon's response.

 

“The price, Shandi. Spells like this always have a price tag attached to them. Second chances don't come free.”

 

Shandi recoiled at the sharpness of her friend's voice, “It's a blood bond that transcends the realms - it's a time sacrifice that splits the pathways.” Honey eyes shifted at the harsh glare Damon sent her, “Simply put, it'll take your blood and a century off your life. You usually give up the number of years that would encompass the life span if the deceased had continued to live. Since Kairi was a mortal, I'd say the oldest she would have gotten to be is a hundred -- even that's being pretty generous, but sacrificing anything less then the maximum will result in a weak bridge. That's how you create the split - so it's better to be safe then sorry.”

 

Damon clutched her head, her fingers digging into her scalp. It would be nothing to her. A hundred years was nothing considering she lived thousands. Blood was ever-flowing, everlasting, ever-present… with Shandi's abilities she could create the pathway that could lead her mate back to her.

 

Bellany watched from her position on the floor, hands still slightly shaking from hearing Damon's cry. She licked her parched lips, “…s-suspended… animation…”

 

Crimson eyes twitched in their closed position.

 

Shandi looked at Bellany before returning her golden gaze to Damon, “Yes, that's right… I'm not sure how it'll work if Kairi comes back since she is a mortal… but it most cases the physical form will remain in a state of suspended animation while the pathway is open. It gives the body time to… rebuild itself--” She was very careful as she moved closer to the pained demoness still cradling the departed human, “Damon… you know that if this works… Kairi will mostly likely change. She's likely to pick up characteristics of the darker plane--”

 

“—What do you mean `in most cases'?” Damon cut in sharply, not giving the necromancer time to finish her sentence.

 

Shandi reeled at the question, her tongue sticking to the bottom of her mouth in dry heat. She couldn't remember a having such a serious conversation with Damon - they were usually so lustful and sarcastic - so casual and easy that they seemed like wistful dreams. She had never seen so much… anguish in a person she thought was incapable of the emotion. A deep, shaky breath, “If- if the soul in destroyed along the way by another soul - or if she chooses not to take the path back to this realm - then her body will start to decompose as it would in the event of death.”

 

It was a long hard stillness. No noise, no sound, not even a breath. Just silence.

 

Damon could have drowned in it. It was hammering into her as if trying to break her into pieces; and it was starting to work. She could feel Kairi's cooling skin against her own; when she cracked her eyes open, she could see the moonlight skin that was drained of any and all color. What she would give to see it flush beneath her touch…

 

But - but -

 

Fuck, the hesitation! She had never hesitated, never looked back on anything that she did! Act hard and fast, that was the way it was done! But she couldn't do it now - she couldn't act. She could just sit here, on the floor, wallowing in the self-doubt that threatened to eat her alive.

 

Kairi could get lost. She could get devoured. She could get trapped in the darkness. She could come back as some mutilated shadow, flawed by the evil that crossing back encroached. She could choose not to come back at all.

 

There were too many `could's. There were too many possibilities - too many unfavorable outcomes.

 

But the one possibility - the one sliver of hope that remained would be worth all those risks… if Kairi came back to her.

 

Their time together had been so short… so limited.

 

Damon knew, if not only because of how long she had spent drifting into Kairi's thoughts, that her mate must have felt the same way. She could almost see the regret lingering across lifeless features like a twisted memorial. Could that innocence make it through all the darkness that would undoubtedly try to prevent her return? Was it worth the risk?

 

Damon's memory flashed: a brilliant smile, a velvet laugh, a childlike innocence…

 

Kairi.

 

The demoness' thoughts flitted across so many possibilities that it started to make her dizzy, going through the pros and con list of every possible outcome -- of every possible possibility. Crimson eyes stared upon the mortal body of her lifeless mate, her fingers brushing against cooling skin soothingly.

 

Beautiful Kairi.

 

Damon's gaze sharpened upon Shandi, shifting her mate slowly in her arms, “Do it, Shandi.”

 

The necromancer looked up, stunned and unsure in her friend's actions, “Damon--”

 

“Perform Terillikal monavera, Shandi” Damon growled lowly, her voice dropping to a deadly octave before seeping back into a more calm on. Her voice became unusually calm, almost eerily composed. Her eyes bled ruby redemption as her voice murmured on final wish into the somber nightfall:

 

“Bring my mate back to me.”

 

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