If Your Leaving Will You Take Me With You? (Cara/Kahlan) Legend of the Seeker Fanfic
Title: If Your Leaving Will You Take Me With You?
Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: Nope
Discalimer - I don't own but if I did I wouldn't have cancelled it, not even thought about cancelling it because I watch it, and saw its awesomeness.
Summary: Following on from Took My Breath Away, which followed on from By The Light Of Day which in turn followed on from I Beg The Night Just To See Her (hey you told me to carry on :P and thank you all, this is what happens when you mean to write a random one-shot.)
Cara didn't raise her hands to Kahlan. Cara didn't writhe under Kahlan's hand. Cara was opening her mind, letting Kahlan in. She was mesmerized by her changing eyes, still beautiful in their anger, fury, red. Her mouth moved, silent, but the words formed on her lips. "Me too."
She slipped into bliss, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Her head feeling bigger than it was on the inside, the lack of oxygen making her feel drunk. This was not the way she had wanted to be confessed, she had wanted it to be in passion, in Kahlan allowing herself to be free, free within Cara's mind, within Cara's body. But if this was how she had to be confessed, then this was how it had to happen, happy in the knowledge that Kahlan had fallen in love with her. Perhaps Richard was right, Cara couldn't possibly love Kahlan anymore, she just needed to give herself over to confession as one big gesture, of how sorry she was, of how much she was in love with Kahlan, as atonement for her past, if she could serve the purest of good hearts for the rest of her days, that had to count for something.
Cara's choked words were heard deep in the recesses of the Mother Confessor's mind, clouding it further. The anger had already consumed her, Cara seemingly playing with her like that, she didn't need to be led like that into confessing Cara, she had controlled herself around Richard, she had been controlling herself with Cara. Finding out Cara had been trying to be confessed sent her in a rage. Did Cara love her or was this Cara's twisted way to find remorse? Her head swam with questions, not seeing anything infront of her, the world a blur. Cara a blur.
Her mind muddled, confused, her eyes screwing shut, holding tighter onto Cara, unaware of the where, the why, the what, letting the magic become her as Cara went limp, her head fell to the side. The light gone, the spirit gone, her eyes cold.
Feeling Cara's body go limp brought Kahlan back to the surface, her eyes returning, her mind started to return to her control. She gasped, not knowing what just happened. Stroking over Cara's face, her eyes darting all over Cara's face. Her frozen features burned Kahlan insides. She kissed all over Cara's face, as her eyes filled with tears, and grew black.
It was already too late, the surge of power had crushed the neck of her powerful Mord'Sith. She tried to push the magic back, screwing her eyes tight, rocking Cara in her tight embrace.
Her eyes shot open, blue, she cradled the blonde beauty, holding her tighter. "Oh spirits, Cara... I never wanted..." Kahlan stuttered, knowing at one time she had wanted this, wanted to feel her will overpowering her sisters killer, no at times she had wanted to stick her weapon in Cara's gut and watch her bleed out, she had wanted to take her fists and beat Cara slowly to death, at least those scenarios had plagued her waking hours as Cara first travelled with them. She had tried to remain composed but made herself sick each night, as in her dreams her and Cara had passionate, blushingly wild sex. Sometime in there time together once she got to know the Mord'Sith as Cara Mason, her desire to kill went away, but the other remained, and grew with emotions and time. And now, the two desires had met, she had indeed fallen for Cara, but it wasn't in making tender love that she had confessed Cara to her, but instead anger at Cara had resurfaced and in doing so had killed her. "I don't want this now, oh spirits, spirits take my powers." Her tears fell over her cheeks. "Give her back."
Cara's head cradled into Kahlan's chest, the Confessors mind racing, trying to figure a way to get her back. She lay Cara down on the bed gently, wrapping the blanket up around her.
Kahlan went and put on Cara's leathers, shivering as she pulled them over her clammy skin. She almost sank to her knees, but dug inside herself for the strength to not collapse and cry on the floor. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Cara stared back at her, she blinked and she saw herself once more. She covered her eyes with her hands, wiping away tears, more replaced them. She sniffed up hard, trying to calm herself, but it failed as she doubled over and broke down. Breathing hard, her hands on the floor, she reached out and touched Cara's leather gloves. She didn't put them on, instead rubbing her fingers over them as she rose back to her feet.
Kahlan scooped Cara up in her arms, and carried her down and out into the stables, stealing a horse, she held Cara's body close to her and rode off, out of the town into the night. She knew the Mord'Sith could not too far behind them, they had been followed for a week, and always just stayed out of their reach, but she needed them now.
She saw smoke travelling up into the night, and followed a trail towards it, sure enough a handful of Mord'Sith were a half hour ride away from the town. Kahlan didn't slow the horse, and raced into the middle of their camp. She didn't recognize any of their faces, hoping they wouldn't know her as the Mother Confessor. The night and her outfit shielding her true self.
She dismounted the horse, Cara draped over its saddle.
"Quick, one of you give her the Breath Of Life." Kahlan tried to sound like she belonged there, hoping she would convince them she was one of them, perhaps just travelling with another pack of them. She was sure there were several groups of Mord'Sith travelling the lands after her and Cara, to stop them reaching Richard.
"Why didn't you give her the Breath Of Life yourself?" One Mord'Sith cocked her head at her, her agiels in her hands, ready to strike. Kahlan tried to hide her shame, it was suddenly glaringly obvious the fail in her plan. Her mind had not been clear, was not clear, in her grief and guilt. "What game are you playing here? She is not one of ours, and you certainly are not." Kahlan was surrounded by four Mord'Sith. She could take them, but couldn't. Magic rose to her surface again, she tensed her arms at her side, to stop them flaying outwards and confessing two of the Mord'Sith to kill their own sisters.
Her eyes darted to each of the Mord'Sith, none had made a move. Each had their agiels in hand already.
Kahlan spun, grabbing the Mord'Sith behind her, confessing and killing her.
"You won't kill us all, Confessor, not if you want... her... to live."
"I only need one of you." Kahlan's arms shot out, her will, her power surging through two of the remaining Mord'Sith. "Kill one another."
"Yes Mistress." The two Mord'Sith battled and died in a heap, their agiels each on the others neck.
"And I don't need you, to bring Cara back." The Mord'Sith smiled cruely. Her eyes darted over to Cara's limp body. She had brought Cara back from death before, she could do it again, their connection deep. Kahlan looked at the Mord'Sith in confusion as her agiel made contact under Kahlan's jaw. Kahlan held in a scream, as she shook, falling to the ground. The Mord'Sith kicked Kahlan hard to the side of the head, Kahlan falling down on her side.
The Mord'Sith knelt down swiftly, placing an agiel on Kahlans temple, the power, the pain surging straight to Kahlan's brain. A long scream emitting from her mouth, til her scream went silent, with her last word hanging on the edge of her last breath, "Cara..." blood trickled down the side of her mouth.
Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: Nope
Discalimer - I don't own but if I did I wouldn't have cancelled it, not even thought about cancelling it because I watch it, and saw its awesomeness.
Summary: Following on from Took My Breath Away, which followed on from By The Light Of Day which in turn followed on from I Beg The Night Just To See Her (hey you told me to carry on :P and thank you all, this is what happens when you mean to write a random one-shot.)
Cara didn't raise her hands to Kahlan. Cara didn't writhe under Kahlan's hand. Cara was opening her mind, letting Kahlan in. She was mesmerized by her changing eyes, still beautiful in their anger, fury, red. Her mouth moved, silent, but the words formed on her lips. "Me too."
She slipped into bliss, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Her head feeling bigger than it was on the inside, the lack of oxygen making her feel drunk. This was not the way she had wanted to be confessed, she had wanted it to be in passion, in Kahlan allowing herself to be free, free within Cara's mind, within Cara's body. But if this was how she had to be confessed, then this was how it had to happen, happy in the knowledge that Kahlan had fallen in love with her. Perhaps Richard was right, Cara couldn't possibly love Kahlan anymore, she just needed to give herself over to confession as one big gesture, of how sorry she was, of how much she was in love with Kahlan, as atonement for her past, if she could serve the purest of good hearts for the rest of her days, that had to count for something.
Cara's choked words were heard deep in the recesses of the Mother Confessor's mind, clouding it further. The anger had already consumed her, Cara seemingly playing with her like that, she didn't need to be led like that into confessing Cara, she had controlled herself around Richard, she had been controlling herself with Cara. Finding out Cara had been trying to be confessed sent her in a rage. Did Cara love her or was this Cara's twisted way to find remorse? Her head swam with questions, not seeing anything infront of her, the world a blur. Cara a blur.
Her mind muddled, confused, her eyes screwing shut, holding tighter onto Cara, unaware of the where, the why, the what, letting the magic become her as Cara went limp, her head fell to the side. The light gone, the spirit gone, her eyes cold.
Feeling Cara's body go limp brought Kahlan back to the surface, her eyes returning, her mind started to return to her control. She gasped, not knowing what just happened. Stroking over Cara's face, her eyes darting all over Cara's face. Her frozen features burned Kahlan insides. She kissed all over Cara's face, as her eyes filled with tears, and grew black.
It was already too late, the surge of power had crushed the neck of her powerful Mord'Sith. She tried to push the magic back, screwing her eyes tight, rocking Cara in her tight embrace.
Her eyes shot open, blue, she cradled the blonde beauty, holding her tighter. "Oh spirits, Cara... I never wanted..." Kahlan stuttered, knowing at one time she had wanted this, wanted to feel her will overpowering her sisters killer, no at times she had wanted to stick her weapon in Cara's gut and watch her bleed out, she had wanted to take her fists and beat Cara slowly to death, at least those scenarios had plagued her waking hours as Cara first travelled with them. She had tried to remain composed but made herself sick each night, as in her dreams her and Cara had passionate, blushingly wild sex. Sometime in there time together once she got to know the Mord'Sith as Cara Mason, her desire to kill went away, but the other remained, and grew with emotions and time. And now, the two desires had met, she had indeed fallen for Cara, but it wasn't in making tender love that she had confessed Cara to her, but instead anger at Cara had resurfaced and in doing so had killed her. "I don't want this now, oh spirits, spirits take my powers." Her tears fell over her cheeks. "Give her back."
Cara's head cradled into Kahlan's chest, the Confessors mind racing, trying to figure a way to get her back. She lay Cara down on the bed gently, wrapping the blanket up around her.
Kahlan went and put on Cara's leathers, shivering as she pulled them over her clammy skin. She almost sank to her knees, but dug inside herself for the strength to not collapse and cry on the floor. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Cara stared back at her, she blinked and she saw herself once more. She covered her eyes with her hands, wiping away tears, more replaced them. She sniffed up hard, trying to calm herself, but it failed as she doubled over and broke down. Breathing hard, her hands on the floor, she reached out and touched Cara's leather gloves. She didn't put them on, instead rubbing her fingers over them as she rose back to her feet.
Kahlan scooped Cara up in her arms, and carried her down and out into the stables, stealing a horse, she held Cara's body close to her and rode off, out of the town into the night. She knew the Mord'Sith could not too far behind them, they had been followed for a week, and always just stayed out of their reach, but she needed them now.
She saw smoke travelling up into the night, and followed a trail towards it, sure enough a handful of Mord'Sith were a half hour ride away from the town. Kahlan didn't slow the horse, and raced into the middle of their camp. She didn't recognize any of their faces, hoping they wouldn't know her as the Mother Confessor. The night and her outfit shielding her true self.
She dismounted the horse, Cara draped over its saddle.
"Quick, one of you give her the Breath Of Life." Kahlan tried to sound like she belonged there, hoping she would convince them she was one of them, perhaps just travelling with another pack of them. She was sure there were several groups of Mord'Sith travelling the lands after her and Cara, to stop them reaching Richard.
"Why didn't you give her the Breath Of Life yourself?" One Mord'Sith cocked her head at her, her agiels in her hands, ready to strike. Kahlan tried to hide her shame, it was suddenly glaringly obvious the fail in her plan. Her mind had not been clear, was not clear, in her grief and guilt. "What game are you playing here? She is not one of ours, and you certainly are not." Kahlan was surrounded by four Mord'Sith. She could take them, but couldn't. Magic rose to her surface again, she tensed her arms at her side, to stop them flaying outwards and confessing two of the Mord'Sith to kill their own sisters.
Her eyes darted to each of the Mord'Sith, none had made a move. Each had their agiels in hand already.
Kahlan spun, grabbing the Mord'Sith behind her, confessing and killing her.
"You won't kill us all, Confessor, not if you want... her... to live."
"I only need one of you." Kahlan's arms shot out, her will, her power surging through two of the remaining Mord'Sith. "Kill one another."
"Yes Mistress." The two Mord'Sith battled and died in a heap, their agiels each on the others neck.
"And I don't need you, to bring Cara back." The Mord'Sith smiled cruely. Her eyes darted over to Cara's limp body. She had brought Cara back from death before, she could do it again, their connection deep. Kahlan looked at the Mord'Sith in confusion as her agiel made contact under Kahlan's jaw. Kahlan held in a scream, as she shook, falling to the ground. The Mord'Sith kicked Kahlan hard to the side of the head, Kahlan falling down on her side.
The Mord'Sith knelt down swiftly, placing an agiel on Kahlans temple, the power, the pain surging straight to Kahlan's brain. A long scream emitting from her mouth, til her scream went silent, with her last word hanging on the edge of her last breath, "Cara..." blood trickled down the side of her mouth.