Come see what the fuss is about…
This is from a previous event…
Live Write September 3rd 2016

Teresa Crumpton & Zorha Edwards 7 PM
Sharon Johnson & Elias Raven 8 PM
Xtina Marie & Bryce Calderwood 9 PM
Delaney Foster & Lucas Black 10 PM
Mitch Workman & Ellie Masters 11 PM

Sharon Johnson & Michael Gagain 7-8 PM

Michael

“There is no escape. You may claw your way to nowhere. You tremble with fear. Your faux courage runs down your thigh in warm golden liquid of what remains of you. Your time has come to own what you have lived, a life of deceit and misery. Now I will show you misery, pain with a hint of compassion for a beauty such as yourself.”

Sharon

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re the one who takes lives of both the innocent and guilty alike. To you, there is no difference. My crimes in this lifetime are no worse than anyone else’s. Why me? Why now? Are you sure you even have the right person?”

Michael

“Am I sure? Truthfully it is not yet your time, but I have made it your time. My desire for you is great, my appetite for you is epic. I want you for myself. You will not be turned over to the unknown but will remain in my obsidian realm for eternity pleasing me in every way which I desire, demand. You now belong to me.”

Sharon

“How can you do that? Doesn’t your superior know what you’re doing? There’s a nautural order to things, I thought. There are billions of people walking around. Why not choose one of them? I want a life where there’s a husband and children, happily playing in a yard with a white picket fence. There are women who are into all sorts of carnal desire and debauchery, but I’m not one of them. Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this. Please…choose someone else…anyone else.” He laughs wickedly.

Michael

“I do like when you beg me my child of life, but beg me more as I take you deep from behind. Call my name in blissful fulfilment and carnal desire of the flesh. Feel me penetrate you like no one has done before, accommodate my staff of filth and slim. Accept what you have long desired inside you. I have read your thoughts a long time my love and you can not fool me as you have the masses. Release your searing pain as I tear you open from the inside out and spill your innards upon the stairs to hell.”

Sharon

“There’s no way you can know what I think about. You have had way too many people to stalk in your thousands of years of existence I’m sure. I don’t care what you may say or think you know. There’s no way, I going anywhere with you now or ever! I’m way too young to go, my time can’t be up.” He approaches me, with a foreboding smile. I can see the lust in his cold dead eyes. All I can do is pray and hope it’ll be enough to make him change his mind and take someone else. I move back and that’s when I start to scream. “Help!!! Somebody… please! He…”

Michael

“Scream not my love. Save your pain and anguish for me. My penetration into what has always been mine, you can now see me which means you’ve been dragged into my realm. No one can hear you, see you, feel you; you are dead to them. I have drawn your last breath which now lives deep inside me and I alone am the one that can return it to you. Your pussy will soon leak of blood and the best part of me. You will beg and plead for more. I will devour the dirt and sorrow that lies between your pretty thighs. You will extrude me from your pores for the duration.”

Sharon

I close my eyes and take in some calming breaths, then open my eyes and look around. When he first approached me, we were in an alley, right outside the bar I work in. When did it change to this cold dark basement? I wondered. The chill in the air that came over my skin, was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was a hideous creature and his touch, as cold as ice. It was then that I realized…there was no escape, I was trapped. So I said, in a very shaky voice… “What now? You hold all the cards.” But still, as the words left my lips, I continued to silently pray.

Michael

“Praying is for the living my dear lady. That is no longer the case, the only feelings that reside in you now is the fear of the unknown. What lies ahead? My pleasure will be come your pain; my pain will become…wait I don’t feel pain…ha ha. Di as your told and bend, expose your beautiful wetness to me and allow me to take what is mine; or if you prefer, I can take it on my own with the snap of my decrepit fingers. Your time is now. My lust for you, my want for you, is forever.”

Sharon

This can’t be it. This can’t be all that will become of me, at the end of my life. I’m only 23 and have so many unfinished plans. I really start to panic now. He says I’m no longer in the land of the living. If that’s true, why am I still warm to the touch? Why am I still breathing air? Hold on a sec, I have to think, need to stall. Wait…This isn’t the end and this guy can’t be the grim reaper. He’s that guy from the bar, who kept hitting on me earlier. He must’ve spiked my drink. “I know who you really are!” I say with righteous indignation, even though I’m scared to death. “You’re that guy from earlier at the bar! What kind of game are you playing?!!! You’d better plan on killing me, because there’s no way in hell I’m staying here with you. Either way, I’m dead!!” I’m shaking like a leaf and crying out of control, I don’t care. I might be trapped, but I’ll never give in.

Michael

The massive reaper of grim points to the chains beside her and she is instantly shackled loosely to the wall. He points again and she is on her hands and knees ass bucked high. He enters her swiftly, deeply. Her cries of pain penetrating the darkness like a rabid wolf drawing it’s last breath. He smiles deviously in utter shock not knowing until this very moment she was a virgin. She bleeds of blood and cum from her now dirty cunt, collapsing to the cold floor whimpering like a newborn. He has taken what has always been his. He douses the candles and leaves her a mess on the floor and seals her tomb…forever.

Sharon

She is gone but never forgotten, not by him or anyone else who loves her… Sighs…The end

Michael Noe & K.M. Cox 8-9 PM

KM

She saw him and stopped; he wasn’t the man she expected. Her hand went on the gun at her waist as she sized him up.
“Elise?” He asked. “I’m Adam…Adam Mitchell. Calvin sent me.” He paused. “You are Elise, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she said after a moment. “Do you have the antidote?” She scanned his body but didn’t see the familiar vial.
“It’s in my jacket,” he said, pulling back the flap of his coat. “Do you have the money?”
“Of course,” she said, offended. She wasn’t a common street rat.

Michael

The problem was that she actually did look like a a street rat. Her clothes were obviously second hand and there was dirt under her fingernails. This antidote was the key to their survival and the last thing he needed was to screw this up.

KM

Elise handed him the money, her dainty, spending fingers brushing up his calloused palms. She didn’t like the way her heart raced when she touched him. She still wasn’t sure she could trust him; damn Calvin for not showing up! She knew Calvin, she knew his mo. Adam was a stranger, and a dangerous one according to his reputation. What was Calvin thinking, sending Elise off to meet him?
“Here you go,” Adam said, handing her the antidote. Relief flooded her body. “But the money isn’t enough. I require a…different…kind of payment.” A devilish grin blossomed on his face and Elise knew she was in trouble.

Michael

She sighed and looked at him. If looks could kill he would be dead already. His heart would have burst out of his chest and blood would have exploded from his eyes. Did he really think the antidote was worth a little slap and tickle in an alley? She wasn’t a whore and no matter how important the antidote was she was not about to fuck him right here. Did he really think she would swoon at his half ass attempt at flirtation?

KM

“Alright,” she said, a smirk playing at her lips. “You want a little something more? Well it would be my pleasure,” she purred. Leaning close, Elise wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled musky, sexy. Her stomach fluttered; if this was any other day, she would sleep with him…and marry him, but that time passed for silly thoughts; Elise had bigger fish to fry. “Come here,” she breathed and as their faces got closer, she slid one hand down his back, grabbing the knife tucked into his belt. In one quick movement, she had his hand twisted behind his back and his knife at his throat. “How much more do you want, Adam? Tell me and I’ll be happy to comply.”

Michael

His eyes grew wide with fear as the blade pressed lightly against his throat. Calvin never had to deal with this shit, she thought as she smiled. “I’m sorry!” She shoved him against the wall and laughed as piss splattered onto the pavement.  “You’re sorry? You stupid piece of shit! This isn’t how this works asshole! You see a girl all alone and you have the keys to the kingdom so you think, I’ll turn on the charm and who knows? You still feeling lucky?”

KM

“No,” Adam said. His voice shook, giving Elise a stick satisfaction. “Calvin never said you were so…rough.”
“Calvin also didn’t try to take advantage of me because I have tits and a vag. He knew how to respect a woman…clearly you’re still learning.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Can we just finish this? Take the antidote and move on. I’ll take the money and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
“That’s one option,” Elise said, cocking her head in contemplation. “The other option is that I gut you like a fish and take the money and the antidote.” She grinned. “I like that option.”

Michael

Adam tried to back away, but tripped over his own feet. The sight of a grown man crying never appealed to her, but now? It would make her night. There were so many options. So many ways she could make him suffer. Then she remembered the vial in her other pocket. She had stolen twelve of them just in case things went bad, and now looking at this blubbering piece of shit she realized that what he needed was to be taught a lesson. What were people most afraid of now? Not crime, nothing normal anyway, it was something darker. This vial was the end of all humanity. It was the reason they needed the antidote in the first place. In one hand she had the keys to life, in the other…Death. She moved quickly and jabbed the needle into his neck. It felt good, real good. Now the fun would truly begin.

KM

She waited as Adam started to twitched. His eyes bulged and he looked at her, desperation in his eyes. “Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” She taunted. “And here I thought your mom brought up a gentleman. I guess I’m the one that has to teach you how to treat a lady.” She crouched down. “Rule number one, never try to fuck a lady if she doesn’t want to be fucked…yeah, just not polite.” His face began to turn blue. “Rule number two, don’t think that a lady owes you a debt because you have something she wants.” His hands started to curl into themselves. “And finally, rule number three, don’t ever, EVER under estimate a lady’s ability to defend herself.” His eyes began to roll in the back of his head. “Do you understand?”

Michael

He tried to nod but then the seizure took hold and white foam leaked out his gaping mouth, This was how it all started. Soon he would be nothing more than a zombie. His thoughts would soon drift toward the never ending hunger that would soon take hold of him. She stepped back slowly and reached for the gun that was resting at her hip. Time was running out. Sure, she was having fun but this asshole needed to be put down first. Calvin was expecting her and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. She fired and watched his head explode like an overripe melon. Bits of skull and brain leaked onto the dirt streaked pavement.

KM

And it hit her shoes…the perfectly good new shoes she saved so long for. Bastard. Elise crouched down, looking at whatever was left of the poor man’s face. He could’ve been someone, she thought. He could’ve truly made a difference, but instead he wanted to hustle; Adam wanted more than he was due. He got too close to the sun and he got burned. Turning away, Elise picked up the phone and dialed a number. While it was ringing, Elise swiped everything off of Adam; the antidotes especially.
“Hello?” A familiar voice said.
“Calvin, it’s me,” Elise said. “I did it and he didn’t even suspect a thug… Poor, dumb bastard.” She tucked the antidotes into her pockets “I have them all.”
“Good,” Calvin said. “But there’s more. We need all of them Elise. If even one antidote is out there, our plan will fall apart.”
“Who’s the next one?” She asked, ready for the next plan. She pulled out paper and a pen.
“Her name is Katherine. She has ten vials but she’ll pretend she has one…”
Elise wrote down the information. Katherine was going down.

Zorha Edwards & Elias Raven 9-10 PM

Zorha

“The Time is right to open the gates, but there is another who is challenging me. I cannot see where it comes from, but this is of no matter. At the Rise of the Full moon the Gate will open and victory will be ours, and the Time will be no more for these Foolish Mortals.”

Elias

“Does the challenge come from one of the inner circle? The sign of the crescent moon does not take kindly to challenges against the Lady of Darkness. I know that the gateway has three keys and each will only open as the light passes through the talisman of light. The staff of the winged serpent will need to be placed and you have yet to decide who will be the blood sacrifice for the altar when the moon is at its zenith and the altar is crying for blood.”

Zorha

“Gather the others Raya; my most faithful of the Coven. Your reward is soon to come for your many eons of service. Go to the The Seer and no pleasure with her tonight, this is business. See if she can find that which is trying to stop this opening. The Masters of the gate must be released!”

Elias

“As you wish Mistress. Pray tell me the message
and you know The Seer will require payment
in kind for her gift. This viewing will be one
of high payment… I shall stop by the treasurer
and draw gold bullion.”
“I can have the guards go down to the dungeon
where the slavers keep the better prisoners and
I do believe the prince and princess of Kaylatan
are also there if the altar so deems royalty
to sate her hunger.”
“Where pray tell will you direct your first attack?
Against what kingdom? Are you going to let the
demon hordes loose?”

Zorha

“We need to take on the Virgins, if there are any left. You and Tanna and your Hunger! Paint these symbols on the Throne. We will let fate decide where to direct the first advance. Hurry now…Make sure that either you or The Seer paint the symbols. I must prepare myself for the invocation.”

Elias

“We are but loyal disciples of your teaching
mistress. I will return shortly after your
commands have been carried out.”
The mistress grows impatient even as I hurry
back into her chamber.
“I have returned with news mistress.
The Seer says there is another that is
vying for the gates powers. Even now
he marshals his troops on the edge of our borders. We have painted the symbols as you have commanded. See on the horizon? (looking out stone window) The storm clouds are rolling in…
I suspect we have one casting to block our plans. That magic requires clear sight to control the heavens and the spell is such that the light would give it away.”
“Would you have me send the assassins guild
to find and kill the interloper?”

Zorha

“No worries Raya. I have a gift for this interloper.
To the East we call.
Bring Destruction of all.”

“To the South cause the Kingdoms to bow.”

“To the North, Banish the Hordes that threaten this Rite.”

“To the West we offer our Best, take this blood
Incinerate Bone.”

“We the Faithful
Offer this now!”

“Bring the infidel
To this Throne.”

“AS I WILL
LET IT SEE.”

“Raya take the Soldiers and bring back the one… he will be the Sacrifice on the Alter and his Blood will atone.”

Elias

“As you command. I will get the commander
of the watchtower of the skull. You know
how “The Jackall” loves the hunt and he
has not let one escape his clutches.
He knows the penalty.”

“Your spell will bring down the flames
of Angora upon our enemies. I shall return
shortly. The interlopers beacon from his
magic is visible to us all. He shall pay
the highest price for his crimes.”

Returning a few hours later….

“We have captured and returned
with the prisoner, Mistress.
He would not give his name but
I had The Seer read him and he is the
royal magikan from the court of
Kaylatan. He escaped during
the conquest of the kingdom
and he seeks vengeance I believe
and to release the prince and princess
from the dungeon.”

Zorha

~Wicked Laugh~ “OH does he? Take him to the Throne Room and tie him on the alter and return yourself to my Chambers; washed and ready to assist in my Preparation for the evening.”
~An hour Later~ Raya Enter the Mistress’ Private Holy Chambers~ (Standing in a glaze Robe) Come my faithful Raya and service your Mistress only the way that you can.” ~Dropping the Robe~ “Mmm…come now, you must perform your Holy duties.”

Elias

“As my mistress commands so shall I obey…
But you know my mistress that I would be remiss for the time is short; for how I always pleasure you as you command. We have much to prepare and the light of the moon will only hold for so long before the staff and the gateway
are lost to us for another 100 years.”
“Even if the magikan is our prisoner you have to
personally see to the preparation.”
“Move over onto the bed and allow me to service thee, but we must make haste for our chance will
slip away to finish this our final conquest.”

Zorha

“Awe MY Raya, after all of these eons you still blush like the virgin you were when i found you. How endearing. You know how many orgasms I must have to charge my powers. So you must do your work completely and with the training I have given you. Now come.”

Elias

Reaching around and stroking her soft alabaster skin. Letting my fingers glide over the fire between thy loins until her legs begin to tremble. Mistress has taught me well over the eons on how to pleasure her. The book of Solmis and the training with the female monks at Scdarth only heightened my training, so I know
the pathways to her most sacred treasures.
Lowering myself into the honeyed
garden and letting my tongue and lips glide over
thy quivering body. Allowing my fingers to glide
against the flowing river even as I watch thy
lips and face gasp even as the fires rise inside
of thine eyes.

Zorha

~ Glowing with Power~ “Come Raya, let us bathe. You have done well on your knees this eve. It is time for us to greet our guest and start the Spell to open the Gates. Go to the Vault and retrieve The Ruby Of Sarai so that we may begin.”
~In the Thorne Room~

Elias

“I have already commanded the Jackal to make
the magikan ready in the throne room. Even now
the old one hangs over the altar, his blood will fall upon the center.”
“I have also brought the prince and princess
to the anti-chamber in case the altar demands
all the surviving members of the royal house.
I will go retrieve the Ruby Of Sarai and
also the blade of sintal which you used on your
last rite on the altar. All is in readiness my Mistress. I shall see you at the throne room with your guard.”

Zorha

~Entering the Throne Room~
“So you are the cur that has tried to cast me aside and take my power” ~Slaps the magikan~ “You have failed!”
“I call to the Watchers of the Gates
Delegating Time and Space
Bring forth The Master that be
Hidden So Carefully.”
~Summons Raya to her side~
“From breath I take, this my Beloved I give.”
~Kissing Raya~
“A gift so much a part, dearest to my cold heart.”
Taking Raya’s manhood in my hand, seeing the shocked look on his face. “Yes my love, you cannot move as the invocation began, and there is always personal gifts that must be offered.”
With one slice, Raya’s manhood laid in the Mistress’ hand.
“Now off the others and open the Gate!”

Elias

As the blade cuts across my manhood
I let loose a shriek expecting the treachery
little does my mistress know that I had poisoned
her with my fingers after her last orgasm…
Even now the poison would course through
her system…

The magikan was actually my father
that had been captured. We could find
no weakness in mistress’s security
except during love making…

So the gift of my manhood, is a small price
to pay for the death of one that is so reviled
through the seven kingdoms…

Lea Winkleman & Riley Bryant 10-11 PM 

Riley

James stood at the peak of the mountain, the heat from it rising around him, so newly made.  Below the rock flowed, formed, and fired. Walls formed extending far about; walls that would protect; walls that would shield them, or so they hoped.

Lea

Ember watched as those they had with them started the work. She would add to the walls as needed. Making them more powerful for their protection. Building this new place with James was their next step. She hoped they had made the right choices.

Riley

Walking down the mountain, James came up behind Ember, seeing the power flowing through her, even now as she was at rest.  Above them the engines roared of the airships as they circled; another element of their protection, another source of their worry.
Wrapping his arms around her, the fire of her dancing over his flesh, he drew her back to him, relishing all that he could.
“Are we doing the right thing?  Do you truly think we can forge this world into what it should be?”

Lea

Feeling James behind her, his arms around her, she could relax a little. The mountain still warm from being made. Looking around at all that was being done, she pondered his question. “James, I am very hopeful we are. So much has happened. To rebuild from the beginning, that is a task we undertook.” She sighed leaning back into him. “With you by my side I believe we can forge it better than before.”

Riley

Drawing his hand up her side, he could feel the field that was in his body, coursing over him, like water over his flesh. It protected him from her, when he needed it to, but it also formed a barrier between them.
“I want to feel you, Ember, I want to touch you.”
She turned to him, that note of worry in her eye as she knew what could happen.  James knew the control she had to command to fulfill his request.

Lea

Looking at James, looking in his eyes, she had worries about this. What it would mean if she lost control. “James, I don’t want any harm to come to you. Are you sure about this?” Remembering that first time he touched her. That time on the island after the raid. He could see the concern. Waiting for her to come to terms. “I agree my love… I want to feel you as well.” Reigning in her power she prepares for the filed to be let down.

Riley

As Ember draws in her power, she becomes less, and more, commanding the elements to form the shape of her that he knows so well.  Without any fear or hesitation, he steps into her and lifts her chin, bringing his mouth to hers.

Lea

Closing her eyes she leans in. Opening up to him…wanting to feel all. Keeping the control, she needs as to not hurt him, she kisses him deeply. Making sure to keep as much as she could inside. Feeding power to the others around her.

Riley

The taste of her is joy, and the feel of her is heaven.  Even as he knows that what she truly is is far more than this.  James draws deeply of her, breathing her in as he kisses her, his arms enfolding her, pulling her close, always wanting her closer, even when there is nothing between them.

Lea

Sighing into his kiss. The feel of his hard body so close to her. The feel of his arms around her, Ember enjoys this moment. Kissing him back with all the passion she can allow. She wraps her arms around him. As he pulls her closer she feels the effects it has on him.

Riley

Around them the world itself reacts, tied to the core of Ember.  Wind encircles them, moving over and across them, lifting the hairs on his body.  Tremors move through the earth, adding to the sensation that James is falling into her, all that he has is here before him, all that he wants.

Lea

Feeding her power out so not to harm James, she continues to feel the need to be with him. He is all the world to her. She almost lost him once, she refused to lose him ever. He was everything to her. Ember broke off the kiss, opening her eyes she looks into his. She sees what he is feeling.

Riley

A glow forms beneath her skin as she looks at him, the fire of her rising to match his own fire inside.  Tenderly James draws his hand down across her face, tracing the line of her cheek.  The heat from inside her enters his flesh, and he knows that they skate the line of her control.

Lea

She tries to mix her heat with the ice, she doesn’t want to burn his fingers again. Ember smiles wickedly at James. “Well my love what should we do? I am wanting to have some time together. Think we could continue for a while longer?” She was hoping he would go that route with her. Her eyes were pleading with him.

Riley

Pushing his fingers back through her hair, he cannot deny her, even if he wanted to, which was the furthest thing from his mind.  Pulling her back to him, he triggers the field again.  Knowing it would allow her to be all she truly was, and that he could still be with her.  He pulls her to him again, kissing deeper, stronger, pulling her body into his.

Lea

Ember knows he just activated his field again. This time as he kissed her she could unleash all the passion she held for James. Letting the fire burn to the ground feeding the earth, the winds started to pick up around them. She kissed him back deeply. The rain started to come down around them. She was oblivious to the storms brewing.

Riley

In the eye of the storm there was only the two of them, nothing and no one besides her and him.  Everything boiled down to just them.  His hands drew her in, caressing over her back as he continued his kiss.
A sound on the wind cut through the air, a voice?  What was it….
“Do you guys need some privacy?”  Air embodied moved with them.  And as they parted, James cheeks flushing, he acknowledged Embers Grandfather.   “Um.   Yes…”

Mitch Workman & Ellie Masters 11-12 PM

Ellie

The night was one of those inky black nights, one where the sky itself descended from the heavens, wrapping one in a blanket of constricting fear.

Mitch

Dana pulled her red jacket more tightly around herself. She hated walking through these woods when it got dark. The night was always filled with strange sounds and she got the constant sensation that she was being watched.

Ellie

Being watched! Ha…wasn’t that ridiculous? Who cared about a no nothing kind of girl like her? Nobody. That’s who, but she picked up the pace, glancing behind her. Her pony tail swayed against her back. Swish. Swish. Swish. It brushed against her red jacket. Maybe she could walk a little quicker? And maybe she should move away from this dark path.

Mitch

She knew there was a better lit path not far away. She tucked her chin down as a frigid blast of wind caught her face. She stopped. Was that a twig snapping behind her?

Ellie

The scent of the rich loam filled her nostrils and the thickness of the night air eased her breath. Her nerves calmed. A light breeze blew through the trees, and the soft susurration of the leaves eased her racing heart. The hooting of an owl had her missing a step. Or maybe that had been the snap of that twig?
She stumbled and then resumed her pace. Just a little further and the path would open up onto the street. She wouldn’t dwell on the rumors… On the man with the dark hood. No. That was nothing but a story, and up ahead a street light flickered through the trees.

Mitch

Dana was just about to round the bend that would bring her into the warm halo of the street light when she was plunged into darkness. She froze. It was gone. The street light had vanished. She inhaled sharply before starting again. Have to get home, she thought. Have to get home, have to get home. It became a mantra as she trudged onward. The leaves rustled to her right and she froze again. She knew she wasn’t imagining it this time.

Ellie

Dana crossed into shadow, into shadows deepened by even darker night. Her stride faltered, but darkness claimed the path. Long pulls of air, sharp inhalations, painful drags of breath filled her lungs, but still she couldn’t breathe. And her heart…the frantic thump, thump, thumping of her heart hammered in her ears. It was deafening!
The light of a street lamp had beckoned. Now it was gone. It had been a bright shining star, calling to her, pulling her forward. Instead, a hand gripped her ponytail and dragged back, into even deeper shadows.

Mitch

Her mind went blank, every martial arts class she’d ever taken evaporating in an instant, betraying Dana when she needed them most. She couldn’t even scream. Twisting around as her feet flailed in the dirt and leaves, she caught a fleeting glimpse of the man dragging her by her hair. A man with a dark hood. Fresh fear surged through her and Dana strangled out a sharp, short cry.

Ellie

He pulled her off the trail, kicking and clawing at his hand. She should’ve screamed. She should’ve fought harder, but her gaze caught on the black hood. The silver blade. His eyes encased in darkness.
Twin pools of forever drew her in. His breath stilled the night air. Even the wind paused as his presence fouled the night.
Dana shivered, her body wracked with painful sobs, and yet, she allowed herself to be taken, her entire focus on the gleaming knife. The steel caught the light of the moon. Silver. It glinted with feral promise. And then he stopped. One moment he was dragging her, the next he let her go. One hand gripped her hair, the other pointed down. Dana fell to her knees. No longer fearful of that serrated blade.
Now, why was that?

Mitch

“Good evening, Dana.” His voice was icy gravel and stale whiskey. “I’ve been following you all night. And last night.” Dana glanced at the blade again, uncertain why she wasn’t afraid of it.
“Who-“
“Shut up,” he cut her off.

Ellie

The tip of the blade pressed under her chin. The pressure forced her gaze up and into his shrouded face. “I’ve been seeking you for the longest time,” he rasped. “And here you stumbled across my path.”
Stumbled across his path? That’s not what had happened.
“I didn’t—”
“I need a queen.” And then he lowered to a crouch. The blade withdrawn and he pulled back the cowl. Twin orbs of the deepest green regarded her. “You and I…we have a destiny.”
“A destiny?”
“With fate,” he said.