Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Necromancer ❯ Blood Obsession ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Soul of Blood

"Awake, killer of men."

Dilandau lashed out and felt a flash of satisfaction as he hand connected with someone's cheek. The person cried out and stumbled away. He sat up, garnet eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What the hell is going on?" he snarled grabbing the color of the boy, Viole, he had struck.

"We rescued you, Lord Dilandau, from a sink hole. You'd passed out not far from your Guymelef," the boy stuttered. Dilandau growled and threw the Dragonslayer aside.

"Get out."

"Yes, my lord." The boy sketched a hasty bow and then fled the company of his irate commander.

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"You are cursed."

"What? What are you talking about?" The lady of darkness grinned slyly, only the ruby of her eyes showing.

"You drank of me and now you are mine…I haven't felt the touch of humanity for…I've slept too long…I hunger now…Your wars…your swords…yes…I have awakened and I crave satiation."

He shivered and looked away from the burning of her eyes. A ghostly scream fled through the shadows enshrouding his mind…was he asleep? He sensed her reaching for him and he flinched. The cool fingers withdrew and she chuckled.

"What the hell do you want? Leave me alone."

"You are a killer of men…do you have to ask? Many have felt my sleeping touch…I've walked among thousands as I slumbered, but never touched them…They scream…Souls…When I come all shall fall and rise again.

"Can you feel it? Yes…Death has walked through you many times…in many ways…Yes…So much…crimson, flowing…"

He sensed her shudder deliciously, her breathing shallow and fast. For the first time he saw war as a sexual experience and killing as sexual release. Obviously this dark entity could walk among his mind as easily as he could stroll through the Vione.

"Come to me, killer of men. Embrace my oblivion…Let me enfold you in gentle cold."

A dark light burst forth and he could see her, see her too clearly. She held her arms out, from which airy funeral shrouds fluttered solemnly, and beckoned to him with pale hands.

"Oblivion…" He felt a darkly seductive pull drawing him close. Peace dwelled within her burning shadows. The cool of her lips would stop the angry seething of his mind and bring respite from the gnawing pain. He took a step toward her, desiring nothing but her icy arms and dead heart. She smiled and waited.

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"Lord Dilandau?"

The young man glared at his elite soldier as he burst into the room.

"What is it?"

"The dragon, my lord, is near. Emperor Dornkirk has ordered us to capture it." The silver-haired youth hurled an imprecation at his subordinate and then a bottle of wine. A dark velvet laugh echoed through his tortured mind and pale fingers trailed across his back. "But my lord it was an explicit order."

"Get out. I don't want to be disturbed. The dragon go hang himself for all I care," he roared drawing his sword on Gatti. The boy paled and retreated a few steps.

"Kill…I crave your vitality, killer of men…Sacrifice your sword for me…Let me spread sweet death to all."

"Shut up."

"My lord?" The sword screamed through the air and stopped resting lightly against the terrified boy's neck. He swallowed audibly and stuttered out a less than intelligible sentence.

"I said get out. Now do it." Riveted to the gleaming ribbon of steel against his jugular, Gatti attempted to nod obediently. "Good boy."

The Dragonslayer fairly flew out of his superior's room. Dilandau threw out a few curses before flopping upon the bed in irate turmoil. A cold breeze slid across his skin, raising goose bumps in its wake. She was there. That dark entity that had crept, thief-like, into his mind, slowly drawing him towards a tender suicide.

Her marble-cold limbs twined through his body and she breathed through his own mouth, her tongue tracing strange patterns against his own. With every movement he could feel her caressing the muscles beneath his flesh. She touched him everywhere, inside and out, while whispering her seductions. He couldn't escape her.

"Why would you want to? All come to me…sooner or later…Take me to your heart and I will bring you the respite you yearn for." Frozen lips pressed chill kisses against his heart and breathed ice into his lungs.

"Get the hell out of me," he screamed, writhing upon the bed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You drank of me, killer of men…Accepted me. Invited me into your soul. You are mine as surely as those lying upon the bloodied ground below…Perhaps more so…"

"No. No. No."

"Yes…Submit to me."

"No."

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