And The Heavens Fell Silent, Maria Louise [children's books read aloud txt] 📗

in my palm. I looked down to see onyx colored blood dripping to the ground. My blood use to be crimson like normal people. Yesterday it was a purple color, but now, it was coal black. Was I sick? Is that why my blood was as black as death?

     I hoped so, but doubted it. It was most likely just another side effect of being half demon. No, I mustn't think of that...

    Mother would have found my sour mood very funny, she would have teased me mercilessly for it! No, I mustn't think of her either...

     Oh, Mama!

     My blood boiled. My vision went red and I felt my monster, my rage, my insanity, my demon, burst forth.

     Even grasping my hulk necklace, which usually helped me suppress my anger, did nothing.     I looked up at the bloodmoon and screamed, a yell more animal than human. I was so angry and confused but mostly terrified. I was so afraid. I was not brave, not a hero, just a whimpering, insane fool.

    Not able to control my rage I struck the unsuspecting tree closest to me and felt slight relief. I struck it again and again. The skin on my knuckles tore off and stuck to the tree. I did not relent.

     I howled again at the heavens, blaming my anger at God. Though I knew it was not him I was angry at, but myself. It was not God, but I who had left my mother to die.     

     I had left the poor little girl in the City of Ruins, and it seemed as though I had left myself somewhere along the way. I had constantly been running from my fear, my anger, my desire, my emotions...my father.

     Run!

     Run whimpering child!

     Run!

     Run away from the only person who had truly loved you! From your mother, run! Leave her to rot with the devil!

     RUN!

     Leave the young girl, Custa, to be abused and eating by the wickedness of the city!

     Run!

     Run from Phoenix because you are afraid!

     Run little girl! Run away from fear, from evil....from yourself.

     Then, suddenly, heat was all around me and my mind cleared.

       Firm hands grasped my wrists, removing them from my hair which they had been clutching at.

     Phoenix.

     No longer shall I run.

     “What's wrong, Yram?! Your bleeding!”

     I felt the dreaded heat of his chest on my back and his hands shook as they held mine, binding them to my chest.

     “I’m afraid of you.” I whispered into the night air not answering his question, my brain felt loose and drowsy.

     Phoenix took in a long breath. “I know.”

     Inky blood slithered down my arm then dribbled of my elbow, splatting on Phoenixes bare feet.

     “I don't want to be afraid anymore, Phoenix.”

     “I know.” His arms tightened around me sending a shiver down my spine. I shook my head trying to clear my foggy thoughts and became angry at his nearness. He did not know, anything!

     “Get away from me! You don't want me! I’m all messed up inside.” I choked out trying to wiggle free. Here I was again, trying to run away. “I left my mother to die, Phoenix. I’m worse than my father even, least he isn't a coward!”

     He said nothing.

     I laughed in bitter humor. Maybe now he’d see me for what I was.

     “I bet you didn’t know that.”

     “I do not care.” Phoenix breathed.

     I ripped my arms free and spun around to I was looking into his liquid blue eyes.

     What was wrong with this man?!

     Placing both my aching hands on his chest I pushed him roughly up against a tree.

     “But you should!” I spat. “I’m evil!”

     A look flashed in Phoenixes eyes. At first I did not recognized what it was. I had never seen that emotion on his face before.

     Anger. Phoenix was enraged.

     I gasped as he stepped closer to me and grasped my shoulders.

    Phoenix shook me. “What has happened to you to make you so...so... so stupid! No you are not evil!”

     “Aren't I though? Then please tell me why not, Phoenix, sense you seem to know me so well! What makes me different than any other murderer out there? Please, do tel-”

     I was cut off as Phoenix pressed his lips into mine.

     Fire and ice.

     I tried to fight him off but he wrapped one arm around my waist, molding me into him while the other hand was holding the back of my neck. I could no longer bring myself to pull away. Even though I had never done anything like this before, and I hardly knew what I was doing, all worry faded away and what happened next came natural to me.

     I bit his bottom lip and curled my hands in his soft hair, tasting his sugar sweet blood.

     My head began to spin and my heart beat wildly against his.

     Stop fighting him, whispered a sweet voice in my head, you want this...

     Run! Run away! Far away! shrieked my fear.

     No longer shall I run.

     SoI stopped running. Stopped fighting him. I stopped pulling away from the flames that licked my skin with his every touch.

     And the second I gave into him something happened. Something delicious.The pain turned to pleasure.

     My fear dissolved and all I knew was that I needed him closer to me. I pushed him back up against the tree and fit my body into the curves of his. I suddenly understood how two pieces of a puzzle could fit together.

     He stilled for a moment in shock, then returned the gesture gathering my body in his arms and pulled me tighter against him. I ran my hand from his neck down his back and he kissed me again.

     His entrancing lips moved to my throat, as if he could not get enough of me and I gasped with pleasure.

     Phoenix broke away first, his breath coming quickly. I could feel his heart beating frantically against me as he grasped my hips to ground himself.

     “That is what makes you different.” breathed Phoenix into my hair, his voice gruff and raw.

     “And wh- what is that?” My voice came out shaky.

     “Love.”

     I punched him, and ran away.

Pheonix

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword-John Ray

  This was a feeling of pure ecstasy, nothing around us, just pure pleasure. Was this Lust, Love, or the fine line between? I could feel the pleasure rising in my chest, any doubt of my actions were gone and I just.Wanted.More. Her skin was smooth and warm, almost like she was a part of me. The contours of her body matched mine and it just felt so... right... I broke the contact, however unwillingly and breathed in the cold air that had not yet penetrated my body. I moved along her neck, drinking her warmth like the water of life. My need became insatiable, I just needed so much more. All I knew was that I needed her, needed her to be mine.

  My heart was beating faster, the heat rose into my face even more and  I knew that  I needed to breathe again. I pushed my face into her hair, that beautiful, red hair, and I told her why she was different. She pulled away, with a nasty right hook to the arm before running off towards where the oasis was.

  I don’t understand, I could feel how much she enjoyed it, but she still ran from me. What wrong had I done to her? I brought my fingers to my lip, the golden blood dripping, but there seemed to be no pain. But there was pain... I glanced down at my feet and saw the black liquid that came pouring out of Yram’s hand covering them. Blisters were rising and bubbling in the skin and my heart was now pounding with fear.

  The pain was crippling, I fell to the ground, clawing at my burning flesh, hoping for a chance at relief. It would not come. I could feel the blood permeating every layer of skin, and my fingernails pursued, tearing the burnt and blistered flesh from my feet. My mind was hazed, it was too much to bear...just too much. I could feel my pulse increase, the fear in my mind instinctive and primal with no form of reason and I couldn’t think about anything else.

Yram

 

Ah, love! A dreadful bond- Davey Jones

I felt light puffy breaths on my face that smelt of salt and grass. I woke up at the edge of the water, with Hosanna nibbling at my hair. I pushed him away but he snorted on my face and nudged me.

     I sat up realizing my clothes were crunchy against my skin and still slightly wet from my night swim. My mind was strangely blurred and I couldn't remember much of the night before.

     I stretched and smiled.

     Hmmm, how odd. I was in a good mood this morning.

     Being in good spirits I decided to go look for something to bring the others to eat. I felt bad about throwing the stone at Phoenix and hoped he would forgive me. My stomach moaned in agreement. Heck, a bug would be a delicacy at the moment!

     Hosanna began pawing at the ground trying to get me to move faster. I realized he looked slightly distressed.

     “What is it, boy?” I wondered and began to walk towards the small forest. Hosanna came up behind me shoving my back quicker into the trees. How odd. It was as if he was afraid of the water...

     Dry twigs snapped under my feet and a slight breeze stirred the trees so that their leaves shimmered like the ocean... or how the ocean was described in my many books back home. Oh, how I missed my books!

         Once I was deeper into the forest my eyes were drawn to small cluster of branches where I saw a large cream colored egg with brown speckles, just barely noticeable over the top of the nest.

     Eggs! Glorious eggs! I could smell it frying on a pan already!

     Thanking God, I lead Hosanna to the tree that held the egg and motioned him to stop just beneath it.

     Grabbing Hosannas mane I climbed up and stood up on his back, putting my arms out to balance myself. Hosanna just snorted in annoyance as if he was saying, “Silly