deadly divinations

Chapter Eight

The blade pierced her skin but only slightly and made a red line along her shoulder. Sorrow spun away from Everitte as he brought down the second dagger for an assault on her thigh. When she was out of his arm's reach,

she rebalanced herself and organized her thoughts.

He was being brutal again. He'd been that way lately during their training sessions. It had been nearly two weeks since they'd begun her training with the dagger's he'd gotten her for her birthing day. Sorrow wasn't sure what

was making things worse for the Slayer. The constant closness of their body's during the training or the clothes that Phoenix's neice had fashioned for her. The twenty-five-year old woman had insisted that Sorrow needed something

form fitting for a top to hold her breasts firmly in place while she leapt and spun around and loose around her legs so she could move easily. Not too much so of either, however, that they would encumber her. The result was quite

astounding in Sorrow's opinion. The top covered only her breasts, two thin straps looped over her shoulders, and was made of a very tight brown leather material but the pants were loose around her strong legs and could be tied up at

the knees to keep her cool during the hotter days of their training. Right now she had them tied up at the knees because Everitte had her sweating so badly from his intense training. She thought she would pass out.

"C'mon!" he growled. "Let's see whatcha got!"

His accent was thick with frustration, born both sex denial and pure anger. Sorrow inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. If she was going to do anything it would have to be done in a much calmer state than what he was in.

That, however, wasn't easy. The fact that he'd drawn blood from her was making her very angry indeed. Sorrow felt her anger rising despite her best efforts to stay calm. The magic that Phoenix had given her on the day of her tattooing

was boiling up inside of her and she knew that her skin was no long the light blue it had started out as, her eyes weren't vivid green any longer. When she opened her eyes, Sorrow looked down into the blade of her glistening dagger.

Her skin was black as night with splashes of red running through it and her eyes were competely black with red spirals swirling down into the dark depths.

"C'mon!" Everitte growled again, motioning her forward with his daggers.

Sorrow looked at him and a feral smile curved her lips. She lunged at him, daggers crossed before her. When she was only a foot away she threw her daggers down at the ground. They landed behind Everitte causing him to

look back at them in confusion. Her body connected with his in the next instant, knocking the air out of him. He fell back and she rode his body down. They slammed into the ground with a dull thud and skidded a short distants,

Everitte's daggers flashing in the sunlight as they flew from his hands. In a blur of movement, Sorrow's hands flew to her daggers and she had them poised at Everitte's throat in a matter of seconds. They were both heaving for breath as

they stared at one another, anger burning in their eyes.

"Cheap shot." the Slayer spat.

Sorrow pulled the daggers away from his throat and sheathed them into their holders at her waist. "I did what was necessary." she snarled back.

Her anger was getting the best of her. He had a way of infuriating her like no one else could. Not even the girls had angered as much as this man did. Sorrow sat there for a long moment, glaring at him. She was unaware of his

body beneath his, of his body heat washing over her. It wasn't until she felt him grow hard between her legs that she was jerked back to reality and her position in the world. At that moment it was on top of the Slayer who owned her.
When he felt her body tense as if to jump away from him, Everitte placed his hands upon her hips and held her firmly in place. "No." he said flatly. "You're not going a damned place."

Sorrow wriggled in his grip, grinding her body against his and making matters worse for the both of them. "Let go!" she insisted. "Now!"

A moan escaped his lips as she thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get away from him. "If you don't quit moving..." he breathed.

For a moment she thought about listening to him but her anger got the better of her. Without thinking of what could happen, Sorrow leaned forward and placed her face inches from his, her lips hovering above his. "What'll

happen if I don't quit?" she whispered.

Her breath was warm against his face, still smelling of the strawberries they'd eaten during their break. "If you don't stop I'll rip your clothes off and rape you." he said softly.

Sorrow thrust her hips forward again, grinding the little diamond between her legs in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't going to stop. It was what he'd asked her to do. It was what he wanted. The more logical

portion of her brain kept telling her that it was for her own good but she didn't listen to it. She was riding something much stronger than logic. Her anger was always something that go her into trouble. Right now it was definatly going to

get her into a lot of that. She continued to grind her hips into his, her lips hovering inches from Everitte's.

A tremor ran through his body and for a moment she thought he'd climaxed. She stopped out of shock and focused on his face for the first time since she'd decided to disobey him. His eyes were wild with anger and she felt

something warm and damp against her. It was wetness than her own body had created in the few minutes that she'd been humping him through their clothes. Her eyes widened as apprehension dawned on her. It was all he'd needed.

That one moment of hesitation.

His hands were upon her wrists then and in a flash he was on top of her. He covered her with his body, bringing her hand up above her head and pinning to the emerald grass beneath them. His breath was coming in pants as

he stared down at her. For a frightened moment, Sorrow thought that he would actually rape her. When he made no move to follow through with his ealier threat she relaxed beneath him.

"When I say stop," he said slowly, dangerously. "I mean stop."

He was on his feet in an instant and walking away from her. Sorrow lay on the ground where he'd left her, staring after his retreating figure. Once she was sure that he was gone, Sorrow climbed to her feet and started back to

her room in the Slayer's Manor. Much to her surprise she found that she was slightly disappointed that he hadn't followed through on his threat. This thought brought her to a halt, but only for a moment. Shaking her head, Sorrow continued on her way to the Manor.