think I find having my heart torn asunder over and over a joke ?” she snapped back at him, spinning on her heel to stalk back to the couch. “You are one odd creature Azamel, if you think I find this entertaining in the least. Furthermore, I am sick and tired of you calling me sweetheart and love and anything other than my name. Those terms are something that is said to someone you care about and it’s quite obvious you tolerate me at best.”
She gazed upon the orb. True it held her memories of her family’s death but it held more too. That of what Mel’s very presence wrought in her. This was the reason why that demon got the better of her to begin with in the woods.
Azamel infuriated her in a way she never felt with anyone else. He soothed her as easily with a light touch. She did not even want to think about his kisses or his scent. She didn’t want to think about how good his hard body pressed against her, those steel arms wrapped about her waist as he pinned her against him excited her like none had before. She growled low. ‘Gods help me if he ever discovered the truth of my feelings for him.’
He tilted his head to the side, bewildered at her reaction. Mel probed her mind gently to find the source of her sudden anger. He was surprised, elated and also irate at what he discovered. A complication, a twist he did not expect, a ramification she did not want. Though he understood her desire to remain alone as a result of her responsibilities, Mel found that he was extremely disappointed she would not make room for him in her life. Considering that he also could not have a companion, it shocked him to discover how upset her feeling that way actually made him.
“That orb can both help and destroy you. I gave it to you to help you heal from the tragedies of your past and protect you from being weakened by those memories when you are forced to face them. If you fail, that stone will be lost or worse found by our little friend and then my dear Clarissa, we are all fucked. I am much more than an odd creature.” He rubbed his palm over his face and muttered against his hand. “More than you want to know but I am committed to saving you and that stone. We cannot choose our destinies nor can we always run from it. We can learn to face it or we die. We live in a world where the term dog eats dog gets a whole new meaning. Friends are few, enemies are aplenty and alliances are what we need for survival. Trust no one, rely on no one and kill before getting killed. I have lived longer than your mind can calculate and believe me, the sooner you adapt to those rules the easier it will be to fulfill your duties and survive.”
Mel moved over to the bookshelf, peering at the volumes with his hands clutched behind his back. He added in a soft whisper. “The object holds memories unique to the one handling it, it is yours to deal with, yours to analyze, yours to relive. Anyone other than you looking into it will either see their own memories or just a black mist.”
“Well, you may think of me as a petulant child compared to you but have you ever had to do this. Experience over and over again something that shattered your whole self. I was better off using it as strength, a power to reckon with.”
She plopped on the chair, crossed her legs, her arms folded over her chest and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself in his presence. Maybe she should just go, put distance between them and yet, she knew she needed the help. There was no way on god’s green earth she was going to be able to get anywhere near Xon. The demon she ran into in the jungle was not as strong as Xon with part of the stone and that demon would have killed her. He would have torn her to shreds had Azamel not appeared when he did. Why did he? Why was he there to save her when he had kicked her out because of her accusations? What was his game? She knew he wanted the gem for himself, though keeping it out of the demons hands was also important to him.
She gazed upon the orb. True it held her memories of her family’s death but it held more too. That of what Mel’s very presence wrought in her. This was the reason why that demon got the better of her to begin with in the woods.
Azamel infuriated her in a way she never felt with anyone else. He soothed her as easily with a light touch. She did not even want to think about his kisses or his scent. She didn’t want to think about how good his hard body pressed against her, those steel arms wrapped about her waist as he pinned her against him excited her like none had before. She growled low. ‘Gods help me if he ever discovered the truth of my feelings for him.’
He tilted his head to the side, bewildered at her reaction. Mel probed her mind gently to find the source of her sudden anger. He was surprised, elated and also irate at what he discovered. A complication, a twist he did not expect, a ramification she did not want. Though he understood her desire to remain alone as a result of her responsibilities, Mel found that he was extremely disappointed she would not make room for him in her life. Considering that he also could not have a companion, it shocked him to discover how upset her feeling that way actually made him.
“That orb can both help and destroy you. I gave it to you to help you heal from the tragedies of your past and protect you from being weakened by those memories when you are forced to face them. If you fail, that stone will be lost or worse found by our little friend and then my dear Clarissa, we are all fucked. I am much more than an odd creature.” He rubbed his palm over his face and muttered against his hand. “More than you want to know but I am committed to saving you and that stone. We cannot choose our destinies nor can we always run from it. We can learn to face it or we die. We live in a world where the term dog eats dog gets a whole new meaning. Friends are few, enemies are aplenty and alliances are what we need for survival. Trust no one, rely on no one and kill before getting killed. I have lived longer than your mind can calculate and believe me, the sooner you adapt to those rules the easier it will be to fulfill your duties and survive.”
Mel moved over to the bookshelf, peering at the volumes with his hands clutched behind his back. He added in a soft whisper. “The object holds memories unique to the one handling it, it is yours to deal with, yours to analyze, yours to relive. Anyone other than you looking into it will either see their own memories or just a black mist.”
“Well, you may think of me as a petulant child compared to you but have you ever had to do this. Experience over and over again something that shattered your whole self. I was better off using it as strength, a power to reckon with.”
She plopped on the chair, crossed her legs, her arms folded over her chest and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself in his presence. Maybe she should just go, put distance between them and yet, she knew she needed the help. There was no way on god’s green earth she was going to be able to get anywhere near Xon. The demon she ran into in the jungle was not as strong as Xon with part of the stone and that demon would have killed her. He would have torn her to shreds had Azamel not appeared when he did. Why did he? Why was he there to save her when he had kicked her out because of her accusations? What was his game? She knew he wanted the gem for himself, though keeping it out of the demons hands was also important to him.
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