Open.
Another door opens.
This time it's not the one that leads to the hall.
This time it really is him.
He stands at the frame, those red eyes watching me.
I wonder if he has a color underneath red. Like Jonaus with his blue. What would it be?
I look at his black hair, and the small ringlet of curls that seem to frame his face well.
Maybe green. Or black.
We stare at each other in silence.
He shakes his head as he takes in my tears.
"Little Star, you baffle me."
I don't try to hide the falling drops.
We learned within the temple that each tear you shed within your life is collected in the Moon's pond. She would give it back to you at the end of your time- to show you that she was there with you in your sorrow.
So I don't wipe them away.
Because I wanted proof, when I saw her- that she really had been with me in this palace of nightmares.
He shakes his head and continues leaning against the frame, a beautiful picture of midnight, coated upon the walls.
"You never cried during the reaping. Or when I took you. Yet when it comes time to save a silly little girl, you act like the world has ended."
I don't want to respond to him that maybe, the world has.
Maybe the world has ended for me.
He raises an eyebrow though, as if he is guessing my thoughts.
"So...," he smiles at me, and I watch as those red eyes fall to my own picture of red.
"Shall I clean you little star?"
I narrow my eyes at him, "Haven't you learned your lesson?"
"What can I say....I like your punishments little Star."
He laughs at his own words. Then he finally has had enough.
He pushes himself off the wall, stalking closer to me.
"Don't even mention the damn flower," he growls. I don't look away from him as he leans in.
"I've had enough with everyone reminding me about your little magic trick."
"Did you feel the light within you?" I whisper.
He pauses. He's at the foot of the bed, his hands holding the golden frame, yet I've at least stopped his advancement.
"Yes. I felt it. But I felt other things too Little Star," his eyes glow wickedly as the red gleams against the candle light.
"Shall I make you feel those things?"
He is moving now.
Closer.
I don't close my eyes. I don't let them leave his frame as he stands before me.
I think of the blessings. Think of the light and the good and the divine.
But I feel tired and rugged- worn and stretched thin, after my encounter with Oceane.
"Not going to glow me away?"
I remain stoic. Expressionless in my stare.
He sighs.
"You are no fun little Star."
I want to close my eyes as I watch his head move down, to my legs.
I want to close my eyes as I see his tongue flicker out.
I do close my eyes though, when it makes contact with my thigh.
Trailing up, and up.
Moon.
I hate this world.
I open my eyes and meet his red ones.
They are wild. He is panting. He climbs onto the bed, holding his body on top of my own as he presses himself against me.
"What are you thinking little star?"
Traitorous thoughts. He had a nice body. One that sent shivers through me. But that didn't mean I liked it.
"That I hate this world."
He grins at that, "Should a follower of the light hate anything?"
I reposition myself, trying to push away from him, but it ends up backfiring.
He hisses, his fingers curling around the sheets next to my head as his head drops into the corner of my neck.
"Little Star. If you want to keep talking, I suggest you don't move."
"Your fangs are not out."
I don't know why I said the observation out loud, but it has him laughing into my shoulder, his shaking vibrating into me.
"It takes a lot for them to come out little star, since I am that powerful. But this...this is the closest I've been to in a very long time."
"It's the blood talking."
I shiver at the feel of his tongue as it connects with my neck, tracing the lines of my repressors, sliding up until it meets my ear, "It's not just the blood," he whispers, the hot breath surrounding my ear and invading my hearing.
"But back to the topic," he is still whispering in my ear, "why do you hate the world?"
"It should be obvious."
"Enlighten me little star."
"Because you are on top of me."
He pulls back, a smirk on his face, "So you hate the world," I gasp as he slowly begins moving his hips. Connecting the feeling into me. Traitor, I want to scream it to my senses as my body buckles to meet his. "Because of this?"
"Yes," I whisper. I hate the world even more now, I want to say, because I am moving with you.
I hate the world, because you think you can do this to me. I hate the world because no one is here to save me. I hate the world because I cannot even save myself.
"Really," there is a joking tone to his voice. It's enough to drive me over the edge, and leave me screaming in frustration within my mind. I don't care for the consequences of my actions in that moment. Instead, all I can think of is regaining freedom over my body.
I dig my nails into his arms, the crescent moons digging into his skin.
He hisses and as I meet his eyes he looks.....euphoric.
"Get off," I issue my own growl of warning but he is lost within me.
His senses taking over as he stops his rhythm and leans his head down, back to my legs and tracing those repressors that should have given me some protection.
Following my command yet at the same time creating his own loopholes.
His tongue slides so easily over my body. I wither, forcing myself to grab the sheets in an attempt to control my movements.
"That's right little star. Give in to me."
He goes back up and together he creates a new rhythm. I don't cry. I don't issue any sound at all.
Instead I stay silent.
He growls. But I can't stop my body from reacting. In the condition it's in now, it's sensitive to the slightest touch. It only drives me over more as he rubs faster.
Rocking us back and forth back and forth. It's a challenge now- if he can break me to create a sound.
He doesn't win.
I glare at him, meeting those red eyes.
I'm panting, my breaths coming up short, but I'm able to stop the noises that so desperately are seeking to come out. Moans. Sighs. Screams.
None of it is heard.
He hisses, and moves his head back down, back to other ways. I grit my teeth, and still do not say anything.
No.
I would not give him the pleasure of knowing that it felt like chaotic bliss to my skin.
He would only feel my hate.
I should have rephrased my words.
I don't hate the world.
I hate him.
"Little star," his own breaths are ragged as he looks up to me. But my mouth is closed.
He gives a frustrated sigh, and suddenly- is off.
I stare at him as he stands against the wall, one hand holding himself up, the other covering his eyes as he hangs his head. His breaths are ragged. So ragged, that I think he might be hyperventilating, but when he reveals his eyes, I see that it's out of excitement.
"You are wondrous to me Little Star," he shakes his head in awe of whatever he was feeling.
"I won't. Not today. Not when my little star is so silent."
He walks up and softy traces a finger down my face, those red eyes capturing me as he leans in to whisper, "One day though, I will have it all. The blood, the moans, and the woman that comes with it."
He grins, and drops his hand.
It's only then that I notice his teeth and lips are stained red. Stained red in my blood.
He leaves me there, sitting in a pool of my destruction as he wears it upon himself.