-+Requiem+-

-+Chapter Two+-

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My whole body was tingling. I was sure I was feeling pain but it was like I wasn’t completely aware of it. There was also a buzzing noise around my ears, like I was trapped in a tiny room with electronics on only there wasn’t any volume to them. I was sore all over and I felt that if I even tried to concentrate on my body I’d only be doused in more pain.

It was hot as well, as though I was on fire only I wasn’t burning. It was strange, really, I was helpless and yet there was a feeling of being powerful that just didn’t make sense. How could I be both powerful and helpless at the same time? Whatever this power was it was out of control and I couldn’t even tell where it was coming from anymore.

There were disturbances in it though. I didn’t know what they were but whatever this power, this dark energy was, it knew. It knew and it didn’t like it at all. I could feel it striking out against the disturbances but I couldn’t stop it nor could I discover anything about it. I was powerless but strangely with power.

The dark energy that had invaded my body made its presence known again and the pain that had disappeared returned exponentially as the energy called to its brethren. It hurt so much and there was so much of it inside me that if it didn’t get out of me soon I felt as though I would explode.

Just when I thought no more of it could fit in me I was proven wrong and my body arched off the ground. I wanted so badly to be unconscious, for this energy to just kill me already, but it wasn’t happening and I wanted to cry because of it but couldn’t.

My voice was gone now and I felt like I was going crazy. Already I was thinking of my body as not being my own and I wondered if that was a coping method or if I was really just psychotic. Suddenly there was a sensation of someone or something coming closer to me, reaching out, and I felt the power inside of me start coiling up like a giant snake ready to strike.

A few moments later I could practically feel their touch on my skin, but before they could go any further the snake lashed out and caused them to recoil. There was another presence in the room as well, not quite as threatening as this huge creature beside me but still a threat, and I had no control over the power as it continued to grow at strike out at anything and everything around me.

The heat of it was so strong that I could barely stand it and it only continued to grow as the power did, destroying everything around me without care. I wanted someone to stop it, to save me, but there was no one. I was alone and there was nothing I could do but silently scream.

I don’t know how much time had passed but the next thing I became aware of was a solid presence behind me. The pain was gone, all of it, and I had no idea how it was possible but I was eternally grateful for it. My body felt heavy through all of the abuse it had taken but it wasn’t even sore. It was like I couldn’t feel pain now and that scared me a bit.

I didn’t want to feel pain, no one did, but not being capable of feeling it was just as bad. I could still feel touch though, that was made abundantly clear as an arm draped itself across my waist. I held my breath, not having the energy to do much else, and waited to see who was there and what they would do to me.

There was nothing about them that stated that this was my savior or that they didn’t intend to hurt me so I attempted to play dead as they touched me. My mind was still in a fog, probably induced by the pain and power, and it was getting harder and harder to think. I had to focus though, because there was no telling who this person might be.

“Such a sweet scent you have, my Nightshade.” A voice echoed through my mind and the sound of it made me shiver involuntarily. I didn’t know who it was but the tone of their voice held a sense of danger to it that put me on edge; I wanted to get away from them.

A tongue licked a line down my neck and I froze, wanting to move but not having the energy to make my body do so. Lips soon followed and I felt a sense of fear and dread coming over me. “But I bet you taste even sweeter. Soon your dark fire will be mine, my pet.”

Tiny spikes entered my neck with needle like sharpness and I knew they were supposed to hurt but they didn’t. I couldn’t feel any pain and now that they were in I could feel only pleasure coming from the wounds. My hands moved automatically and grabbed whatever they could reach, clinging to the fabric they found against a smooth, flat chest.

A man, then, but what he was doing I couldn’t tell. The only thing I could tell is that I was being drained; of power, of blood, of life. I wanted to protest and tell him to stop but I couldn’t. I could only lay there and writhe under him as his attack gave me far more pleasure than it should have.

I was aroused by his bite and that arousal only continued to grow as I felt a warm hand slid across my stomach and pause at the waistband of my pants. My mind, already torn from the dark energy that had invaded it before, protested violently at the feel of this man probing inside it. It didn’t hurt but it made me want to cry and scream. It felt like I was losing myself mentally as I was being drained physically and I didn’t know just how much more of this I could take.

It was so cold now and I felt even more drained that I had been before. I could no longer hold onto my thoughts and I felt them slipping away as something warm and solid was pressed against my lips. I tried to protest by my body refused to respond and all I could do was drink down the warm liquid that threatened to choke me if I didn’t obey.

“Drink my pet, drink and be mine.” There was more words that he spoke but I didn’t hear him as my body sought to comply to his demand. It didn’t want to but my body just wasn’t listening to me anymore and continued to drink until a spasm wracked my body so hard that it was forced to stop.

I curled up upon myself as numbness spread throughout my body and took control. It tingled in a way that made me want to move in order to get it to stop but I couldn’t and the sensation only continued to grow until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then, another spasm went through me and continued until even without the pain I felt as though I would go crazy if it didn’t stop.

There was a warm sensation on my cheek, of the man licking me, but it wasn’t nearly enough to comfort me. Why? Why did you do this to me?! I was getting hysterical but I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to cry and scream even as I felt him pressing closer against me.

Somewhere in my mind I knew he was trying to comfort me but it didn’t help. It didn’t help at all and as another spasm occurred my body finally allowed me to do what I wanted; it allowed me to scream.

What felt like hours later my voice gave out again and I was left to curl up inside of myself and shiver as my freezing cold body started to unthaw. The numbness was still there in my arm, my legs, and everywhere else on my body and it was starting to drive me crazy, though not nearly as much so if allowed myself to drift off into the fog that was clouding my mind. I was numb in there too but it was more emotional than physical and in that fog I didn’t have to worry about or deal with the outside world. I desperately wanted to stay there.

“It’ll be alright, my childer, let me distract you from the pain.” The man’s voice tried to pull me out of the fog and I protested violently. I didn’t want to leave it but it was insistent and my mind felt like it was being torn apart as it had been before.

“I’ll give you such pleasure, the likes of which you have never felt before.” The hand from before slid even lower and I knew without a doubt what he was going for. No, stop it! Don’t touch me!

It was all too much for me to handle and just when I thought I would break there was another presence in my mind that shielded me and took me back into the fog where it was safe. I didn’t know who or what it was but they were protecting me and right now I wanted nothing more than for all of this to stop. If they were able to stop it then for all I cared they could have my body.

Fading into the fog I concentrated on not thinking and allowed whoever was protecting me to take control.

I just wanted it to stop.


-+-Nightshade-+-


This man, whoever he was, actually had the gall to molest me while I was lying here injured. I wouldn’t tolerate it. The bastard would pay for his treachery in blood and I would be the one to take it from him.

Taking a hold of the power that had served me before I used it force my body into action and flung the man away from me so that he went crashing into the wall on the other side of the room. That wasn’t nearly enough to appease me though so I followed after him with such speed that had me upon him within seconds.

I pinned him against the wall he had landed against and he pushed back against me. He was strong. Stronger than I was but I demanded that my power serve me and it did, even as damaged as it was. Keeping him there I tore into his flesh with my elongated nails that served me just as well as claws; the smell of his blood both appeased me and sent me craving for more.

“Nightshade!” He came out of his shock sooner than I would have liked and growled at me, but before I could respond there were arms pulling me off of him and I turned to snarl at their owner for their disturbance. How dare you interrupt my punishment?!

The boy pulling me off looked to be around my age but he was nearly as strong as the other man and my damaged power and body could not hold out for much longer against them. Suddenly nails were dug into my throat as the man’s hand wrapped around it and I protested as much as I could with my failing body as my windpipe was crushed.

I hated being powerless and I hated being out of control. I would never forgive this man from taking it from me and I would spend every opportunity I had planning my vengeance against him.

“How dare you defy me.” This man was of the same mind as mine and I despised how he tried to dominate me. As much as I hated to admit it, at the moment he was far too powerful for me to take down and with the other boy restraining me I didn’t have much of a chance against him.

I felt the boy shiver behind me at the tone of his voice and I wondered if he were more afraid of him or myself. I was not so arrogant as to blame him for his actions though, but he was intriguing in a way I didn’t understand.

“Master…” He was speaking to the other man but I liked the way he said the word, though I’d rather it be filled with lust instead of fear (though the respect and submission could stay). The man turned his gaze upon the boy and looked back at me before tossing me into a chair in the corner of the room.

I snarled at this and moved to get up but found that I couldn’t. Power similar and yet different to my own was binding me to the chair and it pissed me off that the man just did whatever he wanted with me. I wanted to kill him for it.

“Master.” I watched as the man petted his cheek and the boy pressed against it like some sort of animal.

“You have not called me that in a long time, my pet. It does me good to hear those words from your lips.” He traced his lip with his thumb and I saw the boy shiver as he kept his eyes averted. There was no doubt in my mind as to what their relationship was and I felt a sense of annoyance at that.

I was inexplicably attracted to the boy, to his long black hair and fiery eyes, and I hated that the man was touching him. Growling in frustration at my lack of power and control I managed to gain their attention and they turned back towards me.

“Who are you?” It didn’t truly matter if I was to kill the man but I wanted to know. His eyes narrowed and whoever he was I felt that we would be in a constant power struggle until one of us was dead.

“I am Arkaia Malibrooke, you’re Sire and Master.” That pissed me off even more. How dare he proclaim to be my master?

“Master?” I spat out the word with distaste. “I have no master! Who are you to claim me as your possession?!” I tensed and pulled against the power that was binding me but it refused to give way.

“You are out of control, unstable, and defenseless on your own.” I snarled at him but still heard the truth in his words, though I didn’t like it at all. “You are my childer, and yes, my possession.”

I hated being called a possession and I refused to be treated as some sort of servant, like the boy was. If he intended to have the same sort of relationship with me he had another thing coming. I wanted nothing to do with him and the hell if I’d allow him to fuck me.

He came closer to me and gripped my jaw so tightly that I couldn’t move it or bite him like I wanted to. Our eyes locked in a battle for dominance and as much as I wanted to tear him apart I couldn’t. My body just wasn’t up to the abuse and I felt nothing but hatred and fatigue. It would take a while for my body to recover and right now, as much as I hated it, these were the only people here that could protect me while I couldn’t.

I could hear the boy shifting and didn’t turn to look at him as Arkaia did. Normally this would have been a small victory for me but it only served to piss me off that he didn’t think enough of me to view me as a threat. He must have been using mind speech, the same as he had used on me, for soon after the boy nodded and left the room. I could smell the scent of another nearby but that wasn’t a concern for me right now.

“You are mine, Nightshade; mine to use, mine to teach, and mine to protect.” Growling at him I listened as he stated his intentions and I like none of what he said. I was not so ignorant as to ignore my need for the last two of them though and as much as I hated to admit it, it looked like I had no choice in the matter. My body was about to collapse and I had no choice but to allow them to take care of it.

“To protect?” I wanted to know what he meant by it and if he’d even follow through with what he was telling me.

“Yes, my childer, to protect. I will protect you from any who wish you harm, and in return I demand your loyalty and submission.” I hated him and nothing in what he said and did made me want to submit to him but if I had to I knew I could fake it. If he truly wanted those things from me then he would have to earn them, and I didn’t think he was capable of doing that.

“I will allow you this one chance to prove your worth to me, but betray my trust and I will kill you.” I wouldn’t tell him that I was planning on killing him anyway, that would be stupid, but I’d allow him the chance to make it up to me. It would take a lot to ever get me to ever forgive him though.

“It’ll be done.” I wanted to stay awake and keep an eye on him to make sure he kept his word but I couldn’t. My desire to kill him was only draining me further and I would have to give up control to my other half in order to preserve my energy. The only thing I thought of was that Arkaia better not harm him.


-+-Crimson-+-


The presence in my mind was back with me in the fog, urging me foreword back into my body. I didn’t want to go out there again but it reassured me that it would be alright. It took away from me all the memories of the pain and torment I had suffered and I was eternally grateful for it. After such an act I couldn’t possibly deny its simple request and I left the comfort of the fog indefinitely.


Opening my eyes I looked around in a panic as I realized I had no idea where I was. There was a man in front of me with long golden hair and eyes and the mere sight of him was enough to freak me out. Who was he and why the hell was he touching me?

“W-who are you? What am I doing here? Where’s Scarlet?!” I looked around for him but he was no where in sight and I felt a sense of dread as I thought about what could have happened to him. Moving away from the man, whose hand that had been petting my cheek, I stared at him like he was some sort of wild animal that could strike out at any given moment, and for all I knew, he was.

He gave me a peculiar look like I was the crazy one and thankfully removed his hand from my presence. Looking down I then noticed how his shirt was in shreds and there was blood dripping everywhere. I didn’t see any wounds though, which only confused me even more. Just who was this man?

“What game are you playing at, Nightshade?” The tone of his voice made my eyes widen and I couldn’t stop the fear that came into play because of it. It was like the looks my father gave me sometimes that made me think he wanted to kill me, only with this man it was worse because I didn’t know who he was or what he was capable of doing.

I took a deep breath, though doing so felt weird, and tried to keep my voice from shaking as I answered him. “What do you want from me? Where’s Scarlet?”

“What do you remember, childer?” I didn’t know what childer meant but his tone was no longer as fierce and I hoped to keep it that way. I didn’t like the idea of telling all this to a stranger but something about him told me that he wouldn’t tolerate lying or silence.

“My father” I choked on the word in distaste. “caught my bother, Scarlet, and I sleeping in the same bed. He dragged me downstairs and threw me in the basement. After that he chanted a spell and then…” I trailed off as I realized how crazy I must sound. “Please, you have to tell me, is Scarlet alright?!”

I was desperate to know but he wasn’t answering me. He was just staring at me with the same peculiar expression as before.

“Could he have multiple personalities?” I turned quickly to see a boy around my age with black hair as long as mine. He was carrying a younger boy around Scarlet’s age who had bandages wrapped around his legs and feet. He glared at me with golden eyes that were peeking out from abnormally colored purple hair.

“What’s your name?” He demanded and although he was young I felt that he could be just as dangerous as the golden man in front of me. Trying to ignore my fear I schooled my expression and answered him after looking at the golden man just to make sure it was alright. (I didn’t know why I needed his permission but I felt that I did.)

“Crimson Nightshade.” The boy with the black hair looked me over contemplatively and I strangely felt a bit of attraction towards him and blamed it on my fear. Why else would I be attracted to my captor?

“The house was destroyed in a fire. There were no other survivors.” I knew immediately that he was talking about my home and I froze, unable to cope with what I was hearing.

“W-what…? No, that can’t be! They were fine when I last saw them!” I was trembling and tried to get up I found that I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move and that cause me to panic even more. “How could they not have gotten out?! I was in the basement, how could I have survived and not them?!”

I knew I was acting hysterical but I couldn’t stop myself. Scarlet couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t! My home couldn’t have been destroyed along with everyone in it!

The golden man exchanged a look with the others and their expressions gave me no hope. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that Scarlet was dead.

“They were dead before we arrived. You were the only one we were able to save.” I remembered nothing after being tossed into the basement, nothing but a dark power what made me shudder to even think about it. Could father have done this? Could father have killed everyone and then himself? But then why would he leave me alive—to torment me?!

I bowed my head, not wanting them to see as tears welled up in my eyes. Through my eyelashes I caught a glimpse of my hair and trembled even more as I saw that it had somehow turned the color of blood. Was there really that much blood in my hair?

A hysterical sob escaped me and I turned away from the golden man as he tried to see my face. I didn’t want to be touched by him. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be back at home where it wasn’t burned down by fire and where my family, my little brother, were alive and well.

Whatever spell that was on me was then released and I could move again, though my tired body protested it greatly. The man sat on the arm of the chair next to me and pulled me to him. I didn’t want to be near him or have anything to do with him but it was just too much for me to handle at the moment and I found myself clinging to him before I could stop myself.

He petted my hair like he had done to my cheek and I took comfort in his tender touch even though I knew nothing about him or what he wanted from me. The black haired boy placed a hand on my shoulder and I curled up into the chair as I cried. I cried for Scarlet, for my family, and, a little selfishly, I cried for myself.

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Author’s Note: This isn’t exactly a spoiler, but for those of you who didn’t read the previous version of Requiem I feel the need to explain the personality shift. Crimson has multiple personalities (which will be explained later) and Nightshade is one of them. Also, as for the change to first person POV, it’s easier to make Arkaia an evil bastard when you don’t know what he’s thinking. XD

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