Dance of Moonlight

Brett woke up seven hours later to the sun shining down on her. She squinted trying to keep as much sun out of them as she could. She groaned from the pain throughout her body and being up this early. She rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head. Wait. Covers? When did she get covers? She sat up and pulled herself free from the covers. When she looked around the room she knew where she was. If you could call it a room.

There was only enough space in it for the queen size bed. You could open the sliding doors of the closet but you had to stand on the bed to look through it. There was one window, which was in the ceiling. There was no curtain on it, which was why the sun was trying to melt her alive. Or at least that was her reasoning. She was going to yell at Jacob for not having the decency to have curtains. Actually, for all he had done to her she didn’t need to do anything to him but leave. But something was bugging her. She couldn’t leave. Not after finding out that he was a victim too. She wanted to know what he meant by that. She seemed like the victim in this case.

Her mind reeled back to the night before with all she had done. She needed to talk to him about that, too. The scroll and orb. Did Jacob take them from her? The last thing she remembered was getting sucked down out of the tank of water.
Brett looked down at herself for the first time, she was wearing the shirt Jacob had had on the night before, a pair of his jeans and two pairs of socks. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. He was trying to take care of her. How sweet. Hold on, sweet?
Why was she thinking he was sweet after all that had happened?

Since he had kidnapped her, Jacob had done nothing but rape and smack her around. But now, thinking back on it, something wasn’t right. Every time he had done something, his eyes betrayed him. He always looked sorry or unhappy about what he had done. She just hadn’t let herself see it until now.

With a sigh she reached down and pulled off the socks but kept the pants and shirt. What else was she going to put on? When she climbed out of the bed she had to hold onto the waistband so they wouldn’t go crashing to her feet. Before leaving the room she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and fought the urge to laugh at the way she looked.

She opened the door and headed down the hallway towards the living room. It was a little bigger than the bedroom. She realized that Jacob really did live in a very small apartment. True she’d bee in it for about four days now, but the smallness never had sunk into her. Mostly because she’d tried blocking out everything that had to do with him. Up until now. What he had said to her last night was still sticking in her mind. How was he a victim? She shook her head silently and stopped about halfway into the living room. Jacob was lying curled up on the couch asleep. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling but the smile left as quickly as it came.

You do not have feelings for your kidnapper and rapist.

Her eyes scanned the room and there on the table was the orb and scroll. She dropped to her knees at the table and picked up the orb. Again it glowed gold in her hand. But this time she could feel the warmth spreading up her arm. It made her smile more to be surrounded by such warmth and light.

“Why do you always have to handle things?” Jacob asked groggily. His voice made her jump and she almost lost grip on the orb.

“Whistle or something next time we’re in a room together and someone is talking and you decide to make a sudden noise. What would have happened if I’d have dropped this?”

“For one, we both would have to run away. Two, we’d be caught and we’d be killed.” Brett lowered her eyes and put the orb back on the table. She stood and sat down on the couch. Jacob sat up and eyes her curiously.

“What’s going on, Jacob?” She asked. Jacob signed and hung his hood then looked back at her.
“When you opened your mind in the school and seen what lay behind the doors, you seen the man in the shadows. Well, he’s the one who is controlling us all.”

“Us?”

“Us, people with gifts. You can reach out with your mind and find certain things, some people can call fire or rain. Some can raise the dead and control them. He owns a lot of shifters too. But he mainly wants the ones with power.”

“Wait, inside the room, there were zombies-“

“Zombies?” He asked.

“Yes, zombies, now shut up. One of them grabbed me and I yelled for it to let me go. It did.”

“You’re saying that you told the zombie to let you go and it did?”

“Yes.” Jacob rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air, the movement was purely sarcastic.

“My God, you’re a necromancer, too. Here I thought I was the most powerful in the room.”

“Technically you are, I can’t change into a tiger once a month.”

“Yeah, but that’s more a curse than being powerful. This happened to me on accident, I wasn’t born a shifter.”

“True, alright, fine. Let’s get back on track. So you’re saying that I can control the dead? Can I raise them?”

“That I don’t know. We’d have to take you to a witch to see for sure. My specialty isn’t with the dead, Brett.” Hearing she was a necromancer didn’t frighten her, but in the back of her mind she knew that it should of.

“Who is the man in the shadows?” Brett asked.

“Mathayus, but anyone who wants to live calls him master.” His voice tried to stay calm, but under it held a shred of fear.

“Jacob, if he scares you this much then why don’t you just leave him? Run away somewhere. You don’t have to put up with him if he treats you badly.” The look Jacob gave her made her cower back until she hit the table. His eyes had bled to a deep green until no white was left showing. Anger filled those alien eyes and power filled the room. It poured from Jacob in a waves and left her skin feeling boiled.

“I am not afraid of him!” He yelled. Jacob stood up as he said it and he seemed taller to Brett. She tried to move back farther but the table was in her way and it staggered her and she fell to her side, the orb still clutched in her hand. The power was growing thick enough to walk on and Brett could feel her throat wanting to close up from the amount of it. She was going to choke on his power, literally.

“I’m sorry. Jacob I’m sorry. Please, stop what ever you’re doing. Just stop.” Her free hand went to her throat as the power grew. The orb fell from her hand and rolled across the floor. Something in Jacob opened at the sound of her begging. He was only an animal after all and the begging of lesser animals excited him. Excited him in a way that it shouldn’t have with her.
Brett stayed on the floor where she was not moving a muscle. She didn’t want to have him try anything with her, not now, not like this. But she couldn’t breathe. Jacob dropped down to the floor on his hands and knees and crawled over to her. It was a graceful movement, like he had muscles that no human were supposed to have. When he made his way over to her, he took his hands to her shoulders and pushed her over backwards. He could smell her fear on her skin like some exotic perfume. He wanted to remember this scent for a long time.

Jacob placed his cheek to her stomach and rubbed up and down, scent marking her. Her breath was coming in quick, shallow pants and that excited him even more. He smelled in her scent all the way up her stomach, her chest and to her neck. What he wanted to do was set his teeth to her neck and pull out a chunk of her, to bathe in her blood. That sudden wanting made him pull back into himself and he pushed himself up off her. His back ended up against the couch and he drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He placed his head in the circle of his arms and his power died off abruptly. So abruptly that it made Brett gasp. When she could regain control of her breathing, she sat up and slowly made her way over to him.

She reached out to touch his shoulder but he jerked away under her touch.

“Jacob, Jacob, look at me.” She said softly. When he didn’t look at her, she pried his arms away from his legs and took his face in her hands and turned it to her. His eyes were closed so he wouldn’t have to see her face, to remember what he wanted to do to her. “It’s alright. You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you think.” He only shook his head, a little to rapidly.

“No, that’s not it. I wanted to rip your throat out. Do you understand? That’s what I wanted to do just now. And I still want to. I can still smell your fear on your skin. I can’t make these feelings stop. Never could.” Jacob didn’t know what he thought she was going to say because suddenly her lips were on his. Words he could have understood, her revulsion at what he wanted to do, but her kissing him, on her own will, now that was a shocker.

Jacob sat there a moment not going anything, not getting over that she kissed him. Finally he kissed her back, gently, just a brush of lips. The kiss didn’t stay gentle. His hand reached up into her hair and pushed her face closer to his so he could explore her mouth with his tongue. They fed from each other like they were going to eat each other down. He lowered his legs and spread them apart so she could come between them. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her to him, as close as their bodies could touch.

Her hands were exploring his arms and chest as he held her but his clothes were getting in the way. She wanted them off of him and off of her. She pulled away long enough to fling his shirt off and then pressed her lips to his chest and kissed down it. She didn’t stop until she came to his nipple, and then all she did was take as much of it in her mouth and suck on it, biting down gently. She could hear him making sounds in his throat and only then did she move to the one.

Jacob couldn’t stand it, he grabbed her upper arms and pushed her away from him and ripped her shirt off exposing bare flesh. His hands went around her back as he took her into his mouth the same as she had done to him.

Brett cried out above him and ran her fingers through his hair, pressing him harder into her flesh. His tongue made hot circles around her nipple while his teeth nipped gently at the tender skin. He kissed down her stomach until he got to the waistband of her jeans. The material there frustrated him. Jacob gripped her around the waist and turned her so she was now sitting on the couch. His hands went to the jeans and ripped them off of her in a movement too fast for her to see. It should have frightened her that he could move that fast, but it didn’t. In fact, it excited her more. If he could move that fast at ripping her clothes off, how fast could he be at other things?

Her thoughts were interrupted by his hands slowly spreading her legs apart. She sat there and watched him do it. He had this look in his eyes that was purely primal. That look that men get when they know what they’re about to get from a woman. Jacob ran his hands up and down her legs, the inside of her thighs. Brett’s body was beginning to tremble at his gentle touches. She didn’t think his hands were capable it. But hadn’t he said that it wasn’t him who had been raping her? At this moment she could believe it. Someone who could be this soft and caring couldn’t rape someone, right?

Jacob sat up on his knees and pressed his upper body along the line of hers. One hand went up into her hair and pulled her to him so he could kiss those lips. Lips he’d wanted to kiss for himself ever since he’s laid eyes on her a week ago. Now he had his chance and he wasn’t going to pass it up. Brett kissed him back with a burning passion. She couldn’t get enough of him in that moment.

Jacob’s hand went between her legs and slowly he stuck two of his fingers into her. Brett gasped against his lips and Jacob kissed her harder, muffling her cries of pleasure. He began to work his fingers in her until he found the one spot that made her writhe underneath him. Once he found it, he caressed his fingertips over it until she screamed for him.

Brett’s hands moved down Jacob’s body until she came to his pants. “Off.” She said breathlessly with her eyes shut. Before she could open her eyes, Jacob had his pants off and was standing above her. She remembered what he looked like, but she had never wanted him to go inside her before. Now she did.

Brett held her arms out and he went to her. He laid himself against her body, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her as close to him as he could get her. Brett slid her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. They lay there, eating at each other’s mouths furiously. Brett could feel the head of him against her opening and the feel of him there, not going any farther was slowly starting to drive her crazy.

Jacob new what she wanted, he could smell it, feel it in the way she was kissing him, in the way she was shaking underneath him. He also knew that he couldn’t get a good angle from where he was. He tightened his grip around her waist and stood with her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. Their mouths remained locked together as her walked her around the corner of the table and dropped to his knees on the floor in the middle of the room. He gently laid her down to the floor. Jacob supported himself up on his hands and looked down at her. God, she was so beautiful.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I’ve done some pretty fucked up things to you during the last few days.” He asked. She reached up and held half of his face in her hand. Jacob couldn’t help but rub his face into her hand, like a cat would do.

“Yes I’m sure. It wasn’t you.” She said breathlessly and leaned up to kiss him. After a moment Jacob pulled away.

“You’re really sure?”

“Yes, oh yes.” She said with a smile. Jacob gave her one of his childish grins before he met her lips with his own. Then he thrust himself into her so fast and so deep that it made Brett moan against his lips. Jacob was in as far as he could, which was pretty far considering how long and thick he was. He completely filled her up.

Brett couldn’t remember him ever being this far in her before. In all truth, she hadn’t really paid attention while she was being raped; she had put herself into that void of nothing but white noise and blocked it all out. But now, she didn’t block out, she wanted to remember everything. The pain and the pleasure.

Jacob slowly pulled himself out of her, almost all the way before thrusting back inside of her. Again she moaned against his lips. He pulled his face back.

“Are you alright?”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She whispered into his ear. Jacob took her word for it and began pounding into her with a fast and steady rhythm. Brett raised her hips up to meet him and they found a singular rhythm of flesh against flesh. He wasn’t going as hard as he was made to in the school, but she didn’t care. Right now she was enjoying this moment. Besides, she hadn’t asked for rough, all she wanted was him.

Brett sat up under him and rolled him over onto his back. Jacob was surprised by her sudden movement and had slipped out of her as she rolled him over. It didn’t take her long to get herself positioned on him again. This angle felt deeper somehow, sharper. It felt pretty good. Jacob ran his hands up her legs until the rested on her hips as she started to rock back and forth on him. She leaned forward and put her hands on either side of his shoulders to get better leverage so she could move faster.
The pressure was building inside both of them. They had both wanted to do this with each other without anything in the way and now they were getting their chance. Brett did have to admit, she had wondered what he would be like if he hadn’t been such a jackass. Now she was getting her chance because as it turned out he wasn’t a jackass after all.

Across the room, the orb rolled out from under the couch until it was out in the open by Brett and Jacob, who had no idea the orb was even in the room. In that moment, only the two of them existed. It was this feeling from them that allowed the orb to do what it had to do to keep itself, and the two people in the room, safe from harm. The orb was about three feet to the right of Jacob’s hip and it was glowing a pale yellow but as the two of them neared their climax, it started to glow a brilliant gold. Still the two didn’t notice it until the orb started to glow a blazing orange. Brett stayed moving on Jacob, unable to stop herself as the two of them turned to look at the orb. The light was bright enough that they had to squint to see anything.

“Oh my, God.” Brett said barely audible. It was when the orb was glowing red that the hum started to emanate from it. Then the light got so bright that neither Brett nor Jacob could see each other. There was a loud crash that came from the orb that sounded like it had exploded, and it did, in a way.

As Brett and Jacob both reached their orgasm, the glass surrounding the light on the orb shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and rained down on the two. The light shot out in all directions, in all the four color it had been and surrounded Brett and Jacob. It moved around them, through them, and into them anyway it could find. It wrapped itself around them like blankets and soaked into their skin. The yellow and gold light fled into Jacob, while the orange and red retreated into Brett. When all the light had vanished into them, the two looked at each other. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity until the pain started.

Brett fell off Jacob onto the floor holding her stomach and screamed. The pain made her writhe on the floor and clench her hands into fists. Her back arched and she continued to scream. Next to her, Jacob was experiencing the same pain. It went through their entire bodies, from head to toes, in a wave of searing red-hot pain. Nothing they could do would stop it. All they could do was let the pain run wild through them as they screamed on the floor.