Her fingers touched his lips softly; her body pressed so close to his own. She reached to her left, pulling out a small pouch and taking several round white pills out. She smiled slyly at him as she pressed one of the pills to his lips. His blue eyes hazily met her eyes.
“Here, try this Havoc. I promise it’ll drive all those nightmares away.”
He said nothing. He simply allowed her to lay the pill on his tongue. She lifted a bottle of rum from her right and pressed it to his lips. He drank, swallowing rum and whatever drug she had given him. She grinned and swallowed her own down with the rum. Her hand slid around his neck, petting the nap of his neck.
She leaned in and kissed him. He barely responded, his arms at his sides. She pressed her naked body further against his own nakedness. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hips rising, pressing to him. She let out a soft moan, grabbing the curly locks of black and red at the back of his neck, pulling and forcing him to look up at her.
He growled, his eyes burning at the rough treatment. She didn’t notice the fangs that peeked over his lips. He grabbed her wrists. He pushed her away. She pulled on his shoulders. He pressed her roughly to the floor. She dug her nails into his flesh, roughly pulling him down to her. He grabbed her wrists a second time, pinning them to the floor. She gasped and leaning upward, capturing his lips with her own.
“Is this another night where we don’t get any sleep?” She whispered to him.
“No. It’s a night where I wear you out so I can sleep in my own bed.” He said.
She laughed and kissed him again, her body arching and pressing into him. Sweat covered their bodies as minute after minute, hour after hour brushed past. He rolled to his back. She rolled to her side, laying her head on his chest. He rolled to his side. She wrapped an arm around him. He sat up. She tried to reach for him. He stood.
He pulled on his pants. She sat up, frowning. He pulled on his shirt.
“Havoc? Is something wrong?” She asked.
“No.” He said.
“Then why are you leaving?”
“We’re done here, so I’m going to go sleep at home.”
“Why don’t you just stay with me?” She asked.
“Because I’d like to sleep in my home. Besides, Clare and I have a job to do tomorrow.” He said.
“Clare, Clare, Clare. It’s always ($&*%( Clare. You don’t have a ()*&%^&$ home, Havoc. None of us do. And your (&$%^ bed is a ()#&$ rooftop.”
“No, we don’t have a home.” He shrugged. “But the rooftops are where I feel at home.” He said as he pulled on his boots, collected his weapons that had been scattered about. The sword and a dagger were fastened to his hip while several other daggers were hidden under his clothing.
“Can’t you just stay a little longer?” She asked.
He shook his head, “I’ll see you later Ems.” He turned to leave.
She grabbed his wrist. He stopped. She tugged. He turned to her. She pressed close. She slid a hand around his neck. She pulled him to her. Her lips pressed to his. His lips pressed to hers. His hand slipped around her. His fingers brushed over the bare skin of her back. He pressed her to him. She moaned. He threaded his fingers into her hair. He pulled her hair, forcing her to stop kissing him.
Her eyes blazed with desire. Her lips parted to let a small moan escape. He licked his lips. She shuddered in anticipation. He dipped his head to her neck. She pulled him down more urgently. His lips pressed to her neck. He snarled. She shuddered.
It happened so quickly that she never realized what had occurred until it was too late. Blood washed down her chest. She stared wide-eyed at nothing as claws ripped into her flesh as he tore her to pieces. Blood and gore littered the pure white snow. Blood covered his hands, his face, his body, his clothing. What was left of her body tumbled to the white snow.
A shadow clung to him as he lifted his head. His expression was cold, emotionless and hard.
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Max jolted upright in his and Lena’s bed at the lodge. His heart thundered in his chest. He couldn’t breathe. His eyes frantically swept around the dark room. His hair was soaked with cold sweat. It clung to his bare chest, clung to bed where he had lain.
You’re a monster. A monster. Monster. A voice rippled through the room.
A soft green hue began at the walls of the room. And then he wasn’t in the room anymore. He was in the tube again. Flames rippled across the outside of the tube. The brightness bore through his skull, burned his eyes.
He screamed in pain and yanked the sheets away from his body. It was only by reflex that he was able to pull on his pants before running out the door of the bedroom. He didn’t stop to answer Lena’s concerned yelling. He didn’t stop to consider any of the members in the main room of the lodge as he threw open the door and ran out into the snow.
You’re a monster, Havoc. A monster… Monster…
He tripped over a rock and fell into the snow. He pushed himself up and something clung to his hand. It was a piece of a purple dress. He stared it. It was a piece of the dress Emma had worn when he had killed her. No…when he had ripped her into pieces. It was only then that he realized he was sitting in the very place where she had drawn her last breath.
You’re a monster, Havoc! A monster! Monster!
Max stared at the cloth. He couldn’t really say he had loved Emma. He hadn’t. But he had cared about her. Tears rippled down his cheeks. He had ripped her apart, torn her flesh to pieces…just like a monster…
But she had killed Clare and Vi. She killed Clare… She killed Vi…
A monster…a monster…a monster…
Who will you rip apart next, Havoc?
“I never loved you, Emma…”
He whispered. “But I cared about
you… I’m sorry.”
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