Crystal Asylum

He doesn’t know his bloodlines…his lineage. If he had known maybe it would be easier… But now he was drowning in his own broken reality…..none of it mattered …drowning in blood…..

“H-help….” Hisspersper barely audible, even to him. A whimper…Trembling…where was he?…floating?… “Help me…” He whimpers…only slightly louder. Hear the soothing music…like rain falling upon the cedars…The wing beats of a phoenix…shadows over a field…silence…

Slowly he opens his eyes…his hands…looking at his hands…Crimson drops….Crimson glistening upon his hands…dully…smeared across his skin…His hair plastered with it…sticky…weight down by it…the sharp copper scent of it…The short harsh sound….it made his hair stand on end…That short harsh sound……His heart rattling his ribcage as a wild animal frantic to escape…Can’t…breath…can’t breath…can’t….

“Nhhaaa…!!” Exploding through the searing silence of the dark room a half scream as he rips into wakefulness. His breathing quick…..his heart still pounding…the buzzing in his ears as the blood rushed to his head. A cold sweat trickles down his forehead to the tip of his nose…then drips onto his lap with a faintt. St. Slowly he lifts his head turning it slightly then wincing as he feels the dull pain of it sear across his shoulder blades.

The scent of blood slowly fades into the lightly incensed scent of the room…As he calmed his eyes began to focus and finally he takes in the room before him. His hands moving from his sides as he sits up completely…the feel of soft velvet against the pads of his fingertips…the feel of it weighing upon his legs lightly. The soft cushion beneath him…and now he realized that he was on a bed. A sudden feeling rises from the pit of his stomach causing him to shiver as he slowly pushes himself from the bed and stepping onto the carpeted floor. A light cloth brushed against his skin as he moved a thin sheer fabric in the shape of pants and a long sleeved collar button up shirt.

He allowed his fingers to run over the fabric, his eyes fixed upon it as if fascinated by the very thought of it. His brow furrows ever so slightly as thought passes through the intricate paths of his mind. He hadn’t had anything oforefore then….maybe this was only a dream…though… His eyes move to the floor underfoot…wiggling his toes he could feel the soft carpet beneath them and beneath the soft arch of his foot. Slowly his gaze moves across the floor to the light steaming beneath the door…a very faint sound…footsteps…coming closer. He straightens and stands frozen in the spot he dhe doorknob clicks then turns slowly.

Watching it turn…slowly until it parts and light pours into the room blocked partly by the shadow hovering in it…the cold gleam of bluish-silver catching the faint light in a brief slash before they too settle into a darker storm of midnight…. “You’re awake…” A dark voice breaks the screeching silence of the room sending a sharp jolt through Vora and suddenly he stumbles a few short steps back grasping his chest. “Wha…wh where am I….I don’t know what’s going on…I …I just …Please …just…don’t hurt me….please….don‘t….” Whining again…though this time he didn’t realize it. His voice high as a surge of fear suddenly rushes him and instead of running as he had planned his legs suddenly give and he finds himself crouched in a corner at the far end of the room , his knees hugged up against his chest and staring wide-eyed at the figureore ore him. His body shivering…the hairs at the back of his neck and upon hrms rms standing on end..

Watching him the shadow seemed at first somewhat confused at the actions but then slowly approaches…the scent of fear filling the once French vanilla scented room…overshadowing it. Thick in the air ….intoxicating. A short breath taken as if to avoid breathing too much of it…The presence of the scent sent shivers down its spine…the mouth to water…awareness heightened and yet….yet it held no immediate predatory movement…instead it kneeled before him and reached for his hand taking it…gently. “Vora….” It whispers…its voice soft…quiet…strong …in a consoling undertone.

As it took his hand he tugged back frantically trying to free his hand from the demonrip rip this creature had upon him. Only as he tried the grip seemed to tighten then suddenly as his name is spoken he freezes and meets the gaze of the creature. His eyes slowly focusing…the thick dark lashes of the other then those eyes…letting his gaze examine his face a long moment before a hoarse whisper forces from his lips. “D….Dark…?” An obvious hopeful edge in his voice then as he settles…. “Dark….” He whispers as if tonowlnowledge his own words to put some meaning to them…to make them real…to make this phantom before him …real.

“Yes…” As he loosens his grip upon the hand that lay limp within his grasp loathed to let go completely, he knew that he would run if he let go he couldn’t have that…. “Are you…okay…?” Dark says softly as he lifts a hand to the other’s cheek resting it there softly only to feel the other dig his nails into the soft flesh of his arm then rip it down roughly. He hisses in pain standing quickly moving his gaze to the ripped flesh of his arm…the blood beginning to rise to the surface under the dull hot sting of the scratches. Anger rises and the sudden urge to strike him comes with it. His eyes darken briefly as he narrows them looking down at Vora meeting the now icy gaze of the other. But then again…he couldn’t be angry with him…he had brought him there against his will hadn’t he…?

Vorahastimura….staring into the eyes of the one who had ripped him from his safe place…invaded him…taken his very essence and dropped him into this place…He felt stripped…naked…thrown out into the shadows….no longer secure… A hurt look had entered his own eyes as tears glistened within them. Why was he even hurt? He had only just met Dark…but…it justjust…he couldn’t explain it…something that drew him to him….He struggles unsteadily to his feet to meet the Dark’s gaze more fully. Trembling hends nds there before him…suddenly unable to meet the gaze as tears begin to stream down his face and he instead looks to the floor. He could still feel the flesh beneath his fingernails…the thrill he had got from it…the brief rush of adrenalin. That faint scent of blood and the brief rise in the scent of the other at the flush of anger after he had realized that the flesh was broken. But now Vora stood trembling there before him…unable to even meet his gaze…why couldn’t he…? Why couldn’t he be…stronger…? Slowly he moves his hands crossing his chest tightly holding himself.

The silence remained unbroken as Dark watched him….look at him…so helpless…though still there was that scent…fear…and…anger? He takes in a deep breath allowing himself a moment before he spoke. “Vora……..” He begins then thinks a long moment to find the words. “…whenever you get settled I shall return…till then…” As he takes a few steps from him and walks to the doorway flipping on the light before stepping out the door. A sudden click announces that the door was locked behind him.

Slowly Vora approaches the door trying to turn it despite the fact that he had heard it…pulling at it…twisting at it until he starts whimpering again. Tugging reverently at the doorknob…he didn’t realize that he was screaming…he didn’t realize that ragged sound resulted from his nails ripping into the hard wood of the door …the skin at his fingertips tearing under the pressure of it.

The shadows shifting lazily upon the dark crimson of the carpet underfoot…the sound of soft snickering…the laughter of children…cold and yet soft …empty…..delighting in the terror that had torn into his soul…the feeling of being caged.