[Writing Novel] Vulnurable to your Love; It's Something in the way you use me.
This was a look into James' mind when Nilec and he were taking over Dire Cry, a look into a man who was breaking inside because of his love for a woman who hated him and only wanted to make him King for the sake of Destiny.
James Red Rose Quele Cross loved her with all his undead heart, but she scorned him so, used him, and he could not understand why...
Every tale has two sides, this is James's.
Warnings: Violence.
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Why is it her approval matters to me? Means so damn much to me?
An odd thing to be questioning as one rips into and apart brigands with bare hands and claws, but James’s was random at best these days and the lack of water had perhaps fried some of his thought process for good.
She thinks I can rule this land? A country of backward people who kill each other for power, kill each other for the sacred blood that runs through their veins because that is the only water they can find? Nilec my wife you are insane, absolutely crazy. Me? A vampire ruling a desert, can you not see a problem with that?!
A primal growl and James shook himself standing over the body of five men who he had downed, blazing red eyes staring out toward the ruins ahead of him. More would come, flexing his hands, long curved claws scratching at each other as he watched the men in the ruins mount their horses.
Come to me...
Frustration, anger, lust and rage flowed through him as they always had; the curse of the blood that filled his veins, Vampire, curs’ed, Nightwalker.
I never asked for this, for the life I am living, but I am doing what is set before me, walking a man’s path I cannot see. Blind except to Nilec’s scent, to her beating heart beneath her breast and the way she dances with words and body, hypnotising me at every turn.
A feral sound and James ran toward them with his claws out to the sides, the heat of battle sending adrenaline through him, losing any sense of reason, or rational. The vampiric instinct for blood and death took over and he sliced up with a laugh, horses’ cries filling the air as they fell to the side over their masters and James spun into the next. A growl left grit teeth as he felt the arrow bite into his side but he continued reaching around to forcefully pull it out, he would heal, the curse within him would not let him die from such a small wound.
Laughing more from blood covered lips and he reached up this time at the nearest brigand, claws sinking into flesh of chest and he pulled the man off his horse and to his lips, ripping into throat to take the blood that would make the wound heal all the faster.
Cries were going up as the brigands witnessed this, a few losing the contents of stomachs and turning back, urging their horses to retreat so they could save their lives. Throwing the body aside James shook his blood drenched hair behind him and eyes alight with red fire starred at his enemies. They had no similar tongue, there was no way to communicate and he did not care to, they had slaughtered the people of the Tawar, a tent village to the west and he would make them pay for it.
Every last one of them...
Crooking a finger with its inhumanly long claws he grinned once more as more of the horse men turned tail, thin clothes billowing behind them as they ran for the ruins. Laughing harder he rolled his shoulders and set to following them, cat and mouse it would be then. He’d enjoy this...
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James threw his hair behind him to get the blood sticky mass out of his face and paying one of the village boys for the oil they used to clean themselves instead of unavailable water he had taken the half hour to clean himself. He would have to leave soon; he had to run the mass of sand, the distance between this village and the next town before sunup. Of course he had to also find shelter before the sun’s rays spoke of dawn and he had four hours to run a distance of two days.
Cleaner then he had been at least, though blood was a constant scent upon flawless white skin he slipped into the tent where Nilec lay and her eyes un-fogged from mediation at his arrival. His teeth flashed in a grin, such a powerful woman, a woman who did not fear him because of his curse, such an intriguing woman...
“Nilec,” he spoke up and she unfurled from where she had laid on a rug her arms as her pillow, his albino pink eyes watching her as she advanced on him. Eyes attached to the sway of her hips, her hands settled there to emphasis the natural sashay that held him captive. Nilec’s hands moved, long thin fingers settling on his own hips, black leather beneath her hands.
“You did what was needed? What I asked of you Emile?”
His birth name rolled off her lips like a sweetness that should have been sour, he had put that name behind him when he had been turned but from her lips he let it go.
“Ai Nilec, I have killed the brigands, the spoils of their thefts are in the ruins, and I have also disposed of the bodies. It cannot do anything for the people the Tawar lost but at least their financial difficulties will cease.”
“Good, now they will have a reason to trust us, perhaps they will side with us against their King.”
James grinned to her, Insane your idea may be but by the Gods if it works...King? Me as King? So much power...so much money...Never have to worry about being on the streets again!
Lost in thought he blinked back as she leaned in her body pressing to his own, lips bare breaths from his. “If we win the support of most of the Dirian people they will have no reason not to want a new King, after all, their last did not care for them and let them starve and thirst, be attacked and die. But you?”
James shook his head his thought a jumble, “I would try to be different, and I’ve lived on the streets, starved and begged. Fought for scraps, I know what it’s like.”
Nails digging lightly into his bare skin as he wore no shirt she kissed him as he was lost in thought, sweeping her tongue over his lips but falling submissive after, his own tongue pushing past her lips and he seized her to him to kiss deeply, passionately.
Why does what she say have such an impact on me? Why do I care?! I am a vampire, I feel lust, anger, rage, nothing more! Why do I love her?! She intrigues me; she’s stronger than any woman I have ever met, ambitious, powerful and fearless.
She’s....perfect.
A possessive growl into her lips and he pulled back his albino pinks going red once more and the Elven woman who was his height starred into the red eyes with her own green. How could she not be afraid? I am far stronger than any human or elf, I could tear her apart. She does not trust me; I know this, so then...? Nilec flashed him a smile, it was hard, cold, but her smiles had always been that way the entire time they had known each other, the last 3 years of their long lives.
“We will rule together James, you won’t ever be back on the streets, and I won’t ever be powerless again.”
“I love you Nilec,” James spoke with a furrowed brow and she gave strange smile, one he could not understand.
“I know Emile...I know.”
James Red Rose Quele Cross loved her with all his undead heart, but she scorned him so, used him, and he could not understand why...
Every tale has two sides, this is James's.
Warnings: Violence.
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Why is it her approval matters to me? Means so damn much to me?
An odd thing to be questioning as one rips into and apart brigands with bare hands and claws, but James’s was random at best these days and the lack of water had perhaps fried some of his thought process for good.
She thinks I can rule this land? A country of backward people who kill each other for power, kill each other for the sacred blood that runs through their veins because that is the only water they can find? Nilec my wife you are insane, absolutely crazy. Me? A vampire ruling a desert, can you not see a problem with that?!
A primal growl and James shook himself standing over the body of five men who he had downed, blazing red eyes staring out toward the ruins ahead of him. More would come, flexing his hands, long curved claws scratching at each other as he watched the men in the ruins mount their horses.
Come to me...
Frustration, anger, lust and rage flowed through him as they always had; the curse of the blood that filled his veins, Vampire, curs’ed, Nightwalker.
I never asked for this, for the life I am living, but I am doing what is set before me, walking a man’s path I cannot see. Blind except to Nilec’s scent, to her beating heart beneath her breast and the way she dances with words and body, hypnotising me at every turn.
A feral sound and James ran toward them with his claws out to the sides, the heat of battle sending adrenaline through him, losing any sense of reason, or rational. The vampiric instinct for blood and death took over and he sliced up with a laugh, horses’ cries filling the air as they fell to the side over their masters and James spun into the next. A growl left grit teeth as he felt the arrow bite into his side but he continued reaching around to forcefully pull it out, he would heal, the curse within him would not let him die from such a small wound.
Laughing more from blood covered lips and he reached up this time at the nearest brigand, claws sinking into flesh of chest and he pulled the man off his horse and to his lips, ripping into throat to take the blood that would make the wound heal all the faster.
Cries were going up as the brigands witnessed this, a few losing the contents of stomachs and turning back, urging their horses to retreat so they could save their lives. Throwing the body aside James shook his blood drenched hair behind him and eyes alight with red fire starred at his enemies. They had no similar tongue, there was no way to communicate and he did not care to, they had slaughtered the people of the Tawar, a tent village to the west and he would make them pay for it.
Every last one of them...
Crooking a finger with its inhumanly long claws he grinned once more as more of the horse men turned tail, thin clothes billowing behind them as they ran for the ruins. Laughing harder he rolled his shoulders and set to following them, cat and mouse it would be then. He’d enjoy this...
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James threw his hair behind him to get the blood sticky mass out of his face and paying one of the village boys for the oil they used to clean themselves instead of unavailable water he had taken the half hour to clean himself. He would have to leave soon; he had to run the mass of sand, the distance between this village and the next town before sunup. Of course he had to also find shelter before the sun’s rays spoke of dawn and he had four hours to run a distance of two days.
Cleaner then he had been at least, though blood was a constant scent upon flawless white skin he slipped into the tent where Nilec lay and her eyes un-fogged from mediation at his arrival. His teeth flashed in a grin, such a powerful woman, a woman who did not fear him because of his curse, such an intriguing woman...
“Nilec,” he spoke up and she unfurled from where she had laid on a rug her arms as her pillow, his albino pink eyes watching her as she advanced on him. Eyes attached to the sway of her hips, her hands settled there to emphasis the natural sashay that held him captive. Nilec’s hands moved, long thin fingers settling on his own hips, black leather beneath her hands.
“You did what was needed? What I asked of you Emile?”
His birth name rolled off her lips like a sweetness that should have been sour, he had put that name behind him when he had been turned but from her lips he let it go.
“Ai Nilec, I have killed the brigands, the spoils of their thefts are in the ruins, and I have also disposed of the bodies. It cannot do anything for the people the Tawar lost but at least their financial difficulties will cease.”
“Good, now they will have a reason to trust us, perhaps they will side with us against their King.”
James grinned to her, Insane your idea may be but by the Gods if it works...King? Me as King? So much power...so much money...Never have to worry about being on the streets again!
Lost in thought he blinked back as she leaned in her body pressing to his own, lips bare breaths from his. “If we win the support of most of the Dirian people they will have no reason not to want a new King, after all, their last did not care for them and let them starve and thirst, be attacked and die. But you?”
James shook his head his thought a jumble, “I would try to be different, and I’ve lived on the streets, starved and begged. Fought for scraps, I know what it’s like.”
Nails digging lightly into his bare skin as he wore no shirt she kissed him as he was lost in thought, sweeping her tongue over his lips but falling submissive after, his own tongue pushing past her lips and he seized her to him to kiss deeply, passionately.
Why does what she say have such an impact on me? Why do I care?! I am a vampire, I feel lust, anger, rage, nothing more! Why do I love her?! She intrigues me; she’s stronger than any woman I have ever met, ambitious, powerful and fearless.
She’s....perfect.
A possessive growl into her lips and he pulled back his albino pinks going red once more and the Elven woman who was his height starred into the red eyes with her own green. How could she not be afraid? I am far stronger than any human or elf, I could tear her apart. She does not trust me; I know this, so then...? Nilec flashed him a smile, it was hard, cold, but her smiles had always been that way the entire time they had known each other, the last 3 years of their long lives.
“We will rule together James, you won’t ever be back on the streets, and I won’t ever be powerless again.”
“I love you Nilec,” James spoke with a furrowed brow and she gave strange smile, one he could not understand.
“I know Emile...I know.”