Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Forty Four ( Chapter 44 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 150 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 150 | Status: Completed
"I thought it would be good for you to observe. To work out some of your desires. I never intended for us to actually join them. A momentary lapse of judgment on my part," he admitted. "Their scent mixed with yours. It made it hard for me to focus."
She would have fought with him if she had the chance, but she didn't. She pulled at him the pushed him until he was on the ground. Wasting no time, she moved over him and slid herself on his cock. Her pace was fast and her purrs hungry. Yori grunted and groaned as she slammed into him. He should have been expecting this. His hips rose up to meet her as she crashed down. He was still worked up from the guy working him over, so he could feel himself building almost immediately as she crashed down on him. Alana didn't take long. The heat was too much and she was already close. Her claws dug in his chest and she arched her back and growled happily as she came. Yori didn't waste time in holding himself back. His cock throbbed within her as her walls tightened around him and his cum spilled into her. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure as her claws sunk deep into his chest and she rode out her orgasm.
Alana rolled off him and hit the snow while taking deep breaths. The heat left her and now she was shivering. "How could you let them do that to me, Yori?" she said finally as her head cleared. "How could you do that?" She wanted to cry. This was exactly why she didn't want to be an Eldarian. She had no control. Were she still human, nothing like that would have ever happened.
"I stopped it didn't I? I wasn't thinking clearly, Alana. Your scent got to me. It's not a mistake that will happen again."
She looked away, letting the snow seep into her clothes and soak her down as she shook with the cold. She wasn't sure if she could forgive him. She had relied on him to take care of her while she was in that kind of state and he had let her down in the worse kind of way. Her chest ached and she felt dirty and violated.
Yori sat up and wiped some of the snow off of him. "We should get out of the snow. You'll catch your death if you stay out here for too long." He had fucked up. He knew this, but he also knew that no words would amend what had happened so why bother with sweet nothings?
Alana grabbed her panties and slid them on then fixed her skirt as she stood. She couldn't hide her tears. There was no use in it. Pulling her coat tightly around her, she went to the edge of the building and looked down. They weren't far from his father's house. They would be there soon.
Yori fixed his pants and looked at her. "Damn it," he whispered beneath his breath. Without asking for her permission, he lifted her into his arms and pushed off of the building and started away from his father's home. He wasn't going to let his father see her like this. He wasn't going to let his father know that he had fucked up.
"Yori...you are going the wrong way," Alana said as he held her. She sounded drained and broken and she tried not to show it, but it was harder than she thought. She had never thought that she would ever be this way, but she never thought that what happened to her would have ever come to pass.
"No, I'm not," he replied solemnly. He sniffed the air as he moved. He was going to regret this. He was going to hate this. She was probably going to hate this as well. Damnit, if fish boy hadn't been fused with this he would've just screwed her and been through with it. Damn fish boy. Damn him to hell. He took her to the shadiest part of the Eldarian city. The kind of place where even someone like him would have to be careful. Setting her to the ground, he walked toward a seemingly run down building. "You've been watching us, Ophelia. You have something that will make her human again? Give it to me."
Alana froze. She stepped back, pulling Yori with her. "No. We don't make deals with her. I'd rather die before I take anything from her," Alana said sharply.
"You want to be human again. It will make things easier," he told her. "This way is the quickest way to do that.""You know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you lover?" Ophelia said with her usual grin.
Alana growled. "I said I would rather die, Yori. I refuse and so should you."
He turned to Alana, his eyes narrowing. "And what if this is the only way to make you human again?"
Her lips tightened. Anger fueled her and so did her sadness. She didn't want anything like what had just happen, happen again, but she didn't trust Ophelia. Not even a little. She looked down at herself. She was soaked and cold. "Then I'll be stuck like this forever," she finally said in a low voice. It hurt to think it much less say it, but she needed to face it. She was going to be stuck like this for the rest of her life.
Yori looked at Ophelia who was just sitting on the top of the roof smiling. She knew she had them the moment that Yori came to her. It was only a matter of time now.
"Fine," he whispered. After giving Ophelia the middle finger, he pulled at Alana to follow him. He had been hoping to just end this, but that wasn't the case. There would be no quick fix to this mess.
Alana glanced back at Ophelia who just smiled. "Don't be mad with me, Yori," she said pulling her hand from his. She wasn't sure if she could forgive him for letting what happened earlier happen, but she wouldn't allow him to be mad at her for refusing help from an un-trusted source.
"I'm not mad," he replied as she pulled from him. "Just frustrated. Not because of you. Because of the situation. I-" He stopped and looked up. Sniffing the air, he frowned. Something smelled familiar. "Green snow? Since when have we had green snow?"
Alana looked at the snow around them as it fell. "Don't look at me...I didn't do it."
"I'll hold off blaming you for the time being. This snow smells...familiar." He shook his head as he dusted the material off of him. Running his fingers over it, he sniffed it curiously. "It reminds me of the gas they used to turn you into...this."
Alana paled. "Yori! They will turn the city into Eldarians!"
She made that sound like a bad thing. Shaking his head, he nodded slowly. "We've got to get to dad. We can't stop the snow, but maybe he knows who is behind this."
She nodded and let him lift her up as he ran towards his father's place. Even if she didn't want to forgive him, there was little time to. She would have to come to terms with the fact that she was used while Yori was suppose to protect her and deal with it when she had the chance. At the moment...human kind was at risk.
"Dad!" Yori set her down as soon as they got to his house. It was quiet, and as soon as he stepped foot inside a gun was placed to his head.
"Please, come join us young prince." A large Eldarian female motioned him and Alana to sit down. His father was bound and gagged as were his sisters.
"So you're the one's behind this," Yori said, unable to believe it. "The Eldarian Reavers? You're suppose to be the best of the best! Why would you do something like this?"
"Simple, we want this world to be united. This is the easiest way. With all the world turned into Eldarian there will be no difference between us. Already our contaminated snow has blanketed the entire city. Anyone who comes in contact with it will start to change. There's no going back once the change is complete."
"We were already uniting!" Alana yelled. "Haven't you watched TV? Haven't you seen the change? Human and Eldarians are coming together, falling in love. You are doing nothing but causing more problems! This will cause a war!"
The female laughed and shook her head. "No it won't. Your President doesn't lead the earth, our king does. When people transform they will at first be hostile, but it doesn't matter. Our King will put us to death for our crimes, and gain the people's trust. He will search endlessly for a cure but there will be none. By that time humans will be no more. Eldarians will thrive, and this world will be united."
Alana lunged at the woman. "You have ruined everything I fought for! Do you have any idea what I have been through for your kind!"
"Alana!"
The Eldarian didn't flinch as she shot Alana in the leg. "Yes, I know all about you, Alana. You seduced our prince. You spoke of equality for our people. You did a great service for us. It is for that reason that you are still alive. It is also why we gave you the gift of being an Eldarian."
Yori helped Alana back up. "You lay another hand on her and I swear to god I'll-"
"You may be the prince, but don't think that I won't rip off a limb or two to teach you a lesson. You should know better than to go against us, prince. You don't stand a chance."
Alana cried out in pain over her leg. She looked over at the woman. "You're a coward. You found an easy way out. You would rather change things then fix what you were given." She placed her hand over her wound hissing. "We gave you a place to go when no one else would take you. We gave you land to build your homes and money to start you out with. Yes, we failed as becoming equals but your king and I have fault hard to give you those rights. How dare you sit there and say this is for the best when you know nothing? You're ignorant and stupid. Nothing but a coward and a bitch. Go fuck yourself!"
The woman threw her hand back to slap Alana, but as her hand came crashing down Yori stopped it, catching it with a slightly cracking sound as his hand bent backward. "You're doing this for my father, aren't you? You're doing this for the King."
The woman growled. "Of course we are! We're doing this for King. He's blinded by human morality. We want to put him back where he belongs."
"If my father ordered you to stop...would you?"
"Your father tried. He may hate us now, but he will thank us later. For centuries the Reavers have stood to do what the hierarchy has failed to do. We will take the punishment for this so long as the hierarchy survives."
"You are fools," Yori spat.
As Yori held the woman's hand, Alana took this as the chance to strike. Reaching up, she grabbed the woman's throat and tightened her grip until she heard a crack and blood came pouring from her mouth, eyes, and ears. Her body went limp and fell to the ground as Alana let her go. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes flashing yellow.
"What...have I done?" she whispered. She had never killed before.
Yori watched the woman drop to the floor. "Fuck." Alana was freaking out and rightfully so, though for the wrong reasons. "Not good. Definitely not good." He pushed at his hand, wincing as his bones started to push back into place. It would take some time to heal. Using his other hand he slashed at his father's and sister's restraints.
"There are undoubtedly more. The Reavers were the elite shadow guards of our empire. They did the stuff we didn't want others to know about. Assassins, mercenaries, they were an entire army by themselves. If they want this to succeed they will." His family had been drugged. They weren't waking up for some time. "Good job though," he said as he kicked at the corpse. "Clean kill. She didn't suffer." Much.
Alana looked at her hands as she paled. She had taken another life. That was something she thought she would never do, not in a million years. It was murder...was it the same as taking the life of her unborn child? She sat back down and started wiping the blood off her hand. It stained her palm and she started shaking.
"Your family? Are they unharmed?"
"Yeah, they seem to be okay. They're just drugged," he muttered bitterly. Turning to Alana, he took her hand and squeezed it. "You did what you had to. I think we might have to do more of that before this over." Laying his family down so that they could rest, he looked at her with indecisiveness in his eyes. "What should we do? If there's no cure for the virus then...." What was the point of trying to stop them?
Alana looked down at the body. "Then we kill them all. They can't just get away with it. This is a democracy not a 'do what the fuck I want when I want to' government. If they wanted everyone to be Eldarians, then they should have had a vote on it," she spat. Reaching down she grabbed the gun from the woman's dead body. "We are going to need help... You know anymore?"
"Uh, my social is pretty limited. I might can get a few of the old soldiers, but I don't know if they'd listen to me. I'm not exactly like my father when it comes to this stuff."
She nodded. "I'll do the talking. Maybe I can get them on board. I got the President to do what I wanted and I got a crowd on my side. I...wonder if your sister will come with us."
Yori lifted up his sister's arm and watched it fall. "I doubt it," he told her. There was hesitation in his eyes as he looked back at her. "There's someone else that could help, though I don't think you'll like it." Ophelia was once a member of the Reavers. She could help them a lot, and if she was working with her sisters then that would be the best place for them to start looking for them.
She looked at him. "You better not be talking about who you are talking about."
She would have fought with him if she had the chance, but she didn't. She pulled at him the pushed him until he was on the ground. Wasting no time, she moved over him and slid herself on his cock. Her pace was fast and her purrs hungry. Yori grunted and groaned as she slammed into him. He should have been expecting this. His hips rose up to meet her as she crashed down. He was still worked up from the guy working him over, so he could feel himself building almost immediately as she crashed down on him. Alana didn't take long. The heat was too much and she was already close. Her claws dug in his chest and she arched her back and growled happily as she came. Yori didn't waste time in holding himself back. His cock throbbed within her as her walls tightened around him and his cum spilled into her. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure as her claws sunk deep into his chest and she rode out her orgasm.
Alana rolled off him and hit the snow while taking deep breaths. The heat left her and now she was shivering. "How could you let them do that to me, Yori?" she said finally as her head cleared. "How could you do that?" She wanted to cry. This was exactly why she didn't want to be an Eldarian. She had no control. Were she still human, nothing like that would have ever happened.
"I stopped it didn't I? I wasn't thinking clearly, Alana. Your scent got to me. It's not a mistake that will happen again."
She looked away, letting the snow seep into her clothes and soak her down as she shook with the cold. She wasn't sure if she could forgive him. She had relied on him to take care of her while she was in that kind of state and he had let her down in the worse kind of way. Her chest ached and she felt dirty and violated.
Yori sat up and wiped some of the snow off of him. "We should get out of the snow. You'll catch your death if you stay out here for too long." He had fucked up. He knew this, but he also knew that no words would amend what had happened so why bother with sweet nothings?
Alana grabbed her panties and slid them on then fixed her skirt as she stood. She couldn't hide her tears. There was no use in it. Pulling her coat tightly around her, she went to the edge of the building and looked down. They weren't far from his father's house. They would be there soon.
Yori fixed his pants and looked at her. "Damn it," he whispered beneath his breath. Without asking for her permission, he lifted her into his arms and pushed off of the building and started away from his father's home. He wasn't going to let his father see her like this. He wasn't going to let his father know that he had fucked up.
"Yori...you are going the wrong way," Alana said as he held her. She sounded drained and broken and she tried not to show it, but it was harder than she thought. She had never thought that she would ever be this way, but she never thought that what happened to her would have ever come to pass.
"No, I'm not," he replied solemnly. He sniffed the air as he moved. He was going to regret this. He was going to hate this. She was probably going to hate this as well. Damnit, if fish boy hadn't been fused with this he would've just screwed her and been through with it. Damn fish boy. Damn him to hell. He took her to the shadiest part of the Eldarian city. The kind of place where even someone like him would have to be careful. Setting her to the ground, he walked toward a seemingly run down building. "You've been watching us, Ophelia. You have something that will make her human again? Give it to me."
Alana froze. She stepped back, pulling Yori with her. "No. We don't make deals with her. I'd rather die before I take anything from her," Alana said sharply.
"You want to be human again. It will make things easier," he told her. "This way is the quickest way to do that.""You know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you lover?" Ophelia said with her usual grin.
Alana growled. "I said I would rather die, Yori. I refuse and so should you."
He turned to Alana, his eyes narrowing. "And what if this is the only way to make you human again?"
Her lips tightened. Anger fueled her and so did her sadness. She didn't want anything like what had just happen, happen again, but she didn't trust Ophelia. Not even a little. She looked down at herself. She was soaked and cold. "Then I'll be stuck like this forever," she finally said in a low voice. It hurt to think it much less say it, but she needed to face it. She was going to be stuck like this for the rest of her life.
Yori looked at Ophelia who was just sitting on the top of the roof smiling. She knew she had them the moment that Yori came to her. It was only a matter of time now.
"Fine," he whispered. After giving Ophelia the middle finger, he pulled at Alana to follow him. He had been hoping to just end this, but that wasn't the case. There would be no quick fix to this mess.
Alana glanced back at Ophelia who just smiled. "Don't be mad with me, Yori," she said pulling her hand from his. She wasn't sure if she could forgive him for letting what happened earlier happen, but she wouldn't allow him to be mad at her for refusing help from an un-trusted source.
"I'm not mad," he replied as she pulled from him. "Just frustrated. Not because of you. Because of the situation. I-" He stopped and looked up. Sniffing the air, he frowned. Something smelled familiar. "Green snow? Since when have we had green snow?"
Alana looked at the snow around them as it fell. "Don't look at me...I didn't do it."
"I'll hold off blaming you for the time being. This snow smells...familiar." He shook his head as he dusted the material off of him. Running his fingers over it, he sniffed it curiously. "It reminds me of the gas they used to turn you into...this."
Alana paled. "Yori! They will turn the city into Eldarians!"
She made that sound like a bad thing. Shaking his head, he nodded slowly. "We've got to get to dad. We can't stop the snow, but maybe he knows who is behind this."
She nodded and let him lift her up as he ran towards his father's place. Even if she didn't want to forgive him, there was little time to. She would have to come to terms with the fact that she was used while Yori was suppose to protect her and deal with it when she had the chance. At the moment...human kind was at risk.
"Dad!" Yori set her down as soon as they got to his house. It was quiet, and as soon as he stepped foot inside a gun was placed to his head.
"Please, come join us young prince." A large Eldarian female motioned him and Alana to sit down. His father was bound and gagged as were his sisters.
"So you're the one's behind this," Yori said, unable to believe it. "The Eldarian Reavers? You're suppose to be the best of the best! Why would you do something like this?"
"Simple, we want this world to be united. This is the easiest way. With all the world turned into Eldarian there will be no difference between us. Already our contaminated snow has blanketed the entire city. Anyone who comes in contact with it will start to change. There's no going back once the change is complete."
"We were already uniting!" Alana yelled. "Haven't you watched TV? Haven't you seen the change? Human and Eldarians are coming together, falling in love. You are doing nothing but causing more problems! This will cause a war!"
The female laughed and shook her head. "No it won't. Your President doesn't lead the earth, our king does. When people transform they will at first be hostile, but it doesn't matter. Our King will put us to death for our crimes, and gain the people's trust. He will search endlessly for a cure but there will be none. By that time humans will be no more. Eldarians will thrive, and this world will be united."
Alana lunged at the woman. "You have ruined everything I fought for! Do you have any idea what I have been through for your kind!"
"Alana!"
The Eldarian didn't flinch as she shot Alana in the leg. "Yes, I know all about you, Alana. You seduced our prince. You spoke of equality for our people. You did a great service for us. It is for that reason that you are still alive. It is also why we gave you the gift of being an Eldarian."
Yori helped Alana back up. "You lay another hand on her and I swear to god I'll-"
"You may be the prince, but don't think that I won't rip off a limb or two to teach you a lesson. You should know better than to go against us, prince. You don't stand a chance."
Alana cried out in pain over her leg. She looked over at the woman. "You're a coward. You found an easy way out. You would rather change things then fix what you were given." She placed her hand over her wound hissing. "We gave you a place to go when no one else would take you. We gave you land to build your homes and money to start you out with. Yes, we failed as becoming equals but your king and I have fault hard to give you those rights. How dare you sit there and say this is for the best when you know nothing? You're ignorant and stupid. Nothing but a coward and a bitch. Go fuck yourself!"
The woman threw her hand back to slap Alana, but as her hand came crashing down Yori stopped it, catching it with a slightly cracking sound as his hand bent backward. "You're doing this for my father, aren't you? You're doing this for the King."
The woman growled. "Of course we are! We're doing this for King. He's blinded by human morality. We want to put him back where he belongs."
"If my father ordered you to stop...would you?"
"Your father tried. He may hate us now, but he will thank us later. For centuries the Reavers have stood to do what the hierarchy has failed to do. We will take the punishment for this so long as the hierarchy survives."
"You are fools," Yori spat.
As Yori held the woman's hand, Alana took this as the chance to strike. Reaching up, she grabbed the woman's throat and tightened her grip until she heard a crack and blood came pouring from her mouth, eyes, and ears. Her body went limp and fell to the ground as Alana let her go. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes flashing yellow.
"What...have I done?" she whispered. She had never killed before.
Yori watched the woman drop to the floor. "Fuck." Alana was freaking out and rightfully so, though for the wrong reasons. "Not good. Definitely not good." He pushed at his hand, wincing as his bones started to push back into place. It would take some time to heal. Using his other hand he slashed at his father's and sister's restraints.
"There are undoubtedly more. The Reavers were the elite shadow guards of our empire. They did the stuff we didn't want others to know about. Assassins, mercenaries, they were an entire army by themselves. If they want this to succeed they will." His family had been drugged. They weren't waking up for some time. "Good job though," he said as he kicked at the corpse. "Clean kill. She didn't suffer." Much.
Alana looked at her hands as she paled. She had taken another life. That was something she thought she would never do, not in a million years. It was murder...was it the same as taking the life of her unborn child? She sat back down and started wiping the blood off her hand. It stained her palm and she started shaking.
"Your family? Are they unharmed?"
"Yeah, they seem to be okay. They're just drugged," he muttered bitterly. Turning to Alana, he took her hand and squeezed it. "You did what you had to. I think we might have to do more of that before this over." Laying his family down so that they could rest, he looked at her with indecisiveness in his eyes. "What should we do? If there's no cure for the virus then...." What was the point of trying to stop them?
Alana looked down at the body. "Then we kill them all. They can't just get away with it. This is a democracy not a 'do what the fuck I want when I want to' government. If they wanted everyone to be Eldarians, then they should have had a vote on it," she spat. Reaching down she grabbed the gun from the woman's dead body. "We are going to need help... You know anymore?"
"Uh, my social is pretty limited. I might can get a few of the old soldiers, but I don't know if they'd listen to me. I'm not exactly like my father when it comes to this stuff."
She nodded. "I'll do the talking. Maybe I can get them on board. I got the President to do what I wanted and I got a crowd on my side. I...wonder if your sister will come with us."
Yori lifted up his sister's arm and watched it fall. "I doubt it," he told her. There was hesitation in his eyes as he looked back at her. "There's someone else that could help, though I don't think you'll like it." Ophelia was once a member of the Reavers. She could help them a lot, and if she was working with her sisters then that would be the best place for them to start looking for them.
She looked at him. "You better not be talking about who you are talking about."