Arise

Title- Arise

Author- Bloodyhawk a.k.a ~Lady Hawk~ and ME Lynne ^_^

Disclaimer- Aries and all off her lovely form belongs to me... SO HANDS OFF! >.<

Warnings- Death, blood, gore, slavery, attempted rape, animal abuse, animal death, beatings, torture, child abuse, Hurt/comfort, FemSlash, Lemon, Lime, Minor, Oral, hand job, Other, OC, OFCx2, Angst, yuri, fur, and tail

Beta- Sierra ((THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!! XD))

Summary- The story of a half-breed demon, learning to find her way in life, and dealing with her past, while staying true to herself and the one she loves...

Author note- This story started out as an RPG profile and grew into what u see now. This story has been beta (thank you so much Sierra). Definitions of words at end of story. Any and all feed back is most welcome, thou plz NO FLAMERS!!!! constructive comments are welcome. Plz remember to R&R and enjoy Arise!!!

Special Author note - ok... so I am dedicating this story to a friend, I know without her Arise would still be sitting in my puter not done and just rotting, so Ai Yori…Bunny... this is for you... enjoy! ^_^

~Arise~

My real story starts before I was born. Well, it starts with my mother. I don’t know what she looked like, but I understand she was a very beautiful and an extremely feral demon. Yes, demon. She was born of fire and wind. A demon unlike any other because she wasn’t summoned to earth or even placed. She willed herself to live, to breathe air in her lungs and be born. I understand from my former master, she was the kind of demon both men and women feared and wanted.

She had cream skin and a single tattoo of her true master on her back. Blood red eyes that would turn cat-like when she was angered. She had long sliver flowing hair as well. She was a picture of the way men dreamed women should look like, or at least that is what I have been told. I have heard so many things about my mother, both good and bad alike. But that doesn’t matter, because one of the few things that I have ever wanted, was to know her, though I was denied that right.

She left soon after I was born, the only things I have of her now is her demon blood that runs though my veins, giving me strength and an unquenchable thirst for blood. I also have her crest that I learned of and carved it in my skin to always have her close, a fractured ruby necklace that had a spell cast upon it when it was still hers, and a fading memory of a torn smile she gave to give me one time... I still don’t know why she left me as she did, but I’m sure she had her reasons, at least, that is what I tell myself so I can sleep, weather that is true or not... I don't know...

My father was human. And from the few times I have met him, he is one of the worst. He was a thief and a spy for my now former master. He once was a great warrior, but he failed in a mission, costing the lives of many men and their objective. He was expelled dishonorably from the troop he belonged to afterwards. I only know pieces of his dishonorable discharge, but from what I have learned, it makes me sick.

He sold me to my now former master when I was only three moons old. My master was a brute. A tall thick man heavy in the stink of death, heavy muscled and a broad face and a cracked smile, he carried two twin katanas on his left hip, one was always shorter then the other, when I first saw him he reminded me of a dark tree I used to play around, the thing always scared me. He always liked to remind me that he bought me for thirty gold pieces and a jug of bad ale. He took great joy in it for some reason that was and still is beyond me. I hate him so. Even to this day I hate him.

Those moons of my life where hell. He made me wear a heavy, dirt brown collar that bared his crest. He made me sleep in the coldest parts of his tent and homes, if I was lucky, most of the time after my daily beating; he forced me to sleep outside, chained to post like one of his hounds. He worked me to the brink of death daily and beat me just as much, sometimes only for fun or to pass the time, but all that changed when I turned five moons.

He was showing off one of the many women he stole the day before to the other Lords he shared the lands with at the time. I was cleaning the scraps of food off the floor in my normal rags that he forced me to wear. I remember stealing glances at the girl they where passing around like a piece of meat to sample. She was admittedly beautiful, long brown hair, blue eyes and good frame for her features, if it wasn't for her burned and ripped clothing, people that saw her might think she was trained to be a Geisha. I don’t know when it happened but one of the men my master was entertaining suddenly developed an eye for me.

It happened so fast. He yanked me to him and pressed me against the hard cracked leather clothes he was wearing. He started to feel my body with his over sized hands, and preceded to hurt me in ways my master hadn’t. The stink of his breath was almost unbearable, as was the dank odder of death that surrounded him. I pleaded with him to stop and looked to my master to help me. But there was no help; my master had already left with his prize to have his way with her. All that was left of his presence was just the rank smell of the boar and booze he had been eating and drinking.

The Lord’s over-sized hands squeezed places that only made me hurt worse. As I tried to push myself away, his hands and ox size arms held me close to him, then it happened. A fire that had been building deep within my core was released. After that time, I had no memory of what had happened but now... I can remember everything as clear as the dawn breaking the horizon every morning.

What happened was my inner demon was released on those poor unknowing fools. What my mother gave me was finally released upon the world. My pupils turned cat-like, the surrounding eye turned crimson. My nails doubled in size and hardened in to steel daggers and just as true to the demon I was then I acted like one, tearing out the throat of the man that was hurting me with one swift jab of my hand, ripping into his throat, instantly killing him.

His blood covered my hand and it pooled around the food and drink he was enjoying just seconds before spraying out into a fine mist. I didn’t understand the feelings that where racing within me to get out then. The craving to kill, the blood lust that was making my head swim and blood boil. It was then I knew I was going to be attacked again. A basic instinct that I can only assume all demons have within them, but then I was so much in a blood lust I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was kill... and feed.

It took me only a few minutes to kill everyman in that tent. I chuckle quietly now to think of those fools who didn’t even have time to scream when I think back to that day. I could smell their blood and mine thick in the air. It drove me mad then, but I have better control now. I don’t lose my head each time I smell human or animal blood now.

The blood drove me mad, my head spun and the hunger grow each time I took a breath to fill my lungs. I was already starving, and I still was. I still remember some pain was still there from that man’s attack, but seeing and smelling the metallic scent of the freshly spilled blood made my stomach ache with hunger. I didn’t know what I was doing then, but I gathered one of the many blood soaked plates of food and started to devour every last drop.

I went through three plates of food before my master returned. The anger in his eyes was so strong I could feel him without needing to turn around. As I did turn I was hit and I only can assume it knocked me unconscious. When I awoke the beating began anew, with a much more powerful fierce hatred. He kept asking who killed his guest, what happened, and how. I kept telling him what I knew, which wasn’t much then for I had no memory, only a faint taste in my mouth that I couldn’t identify at the time. After an hour or so, I just stopped answering all together and wished for the quick and quiet death that I was being denied.

I must have passed out at one point, for when I re-opened my eyes I was alone, beaten, bloody, and chained like a dog to a wooden pole staked in the ground. It was hard to keep my eyes open because the pain that was still running through my body was so strong. I’m very sure I passed out again, for when I opened my eyes, I was no longer chained. My master was back with four of his strongest men around me. He stared at me for a moment then nodded. All four men started to beat me then without thinking twice about what they where doing. The memory of there fist and feet, kicking and punching me is still very fresh in my mind.

The same feeling, that same burning as before started to build anew. With each punch and kick that landed on my bleeding, breaking form, the more it increased. Until finally when the rage and anger within me was too much; and maybe on instinct to live, it came out like a tidal wave washing away anything in its path. My eyes reverted back to there cat-like state and crimson blood red tone, my nails returned as well. And I became again what many men fear most. A demon. I moved to fast for any of them to be able to see my movements. I’m sure they where scared for there pathetic lives, but I can only guess because my memory is not all that clear.

The only things I can clearly recall are the feelings of blood lust, the need and want to fight, and the impulse to feed and kill which was tremendous. I remember only faint images of flesh being torn from bones, the taste of blood and raw meat, which always fills my mouth when I think back to that day and faint but clear screams of pain.

The next clear memory I have comes much later after the carnage. I was over one of the men that had been beating me. His face and neck had long gashes; his thick leather clothes were torn and ripped. The lower parts of his abdomen were ripped open, letting his intestines spill out on to the blood soaked ground. The other three men where there too, all with similar wounds, all lifeless but my master was no where to be seen, dead or alive. The things I recall most are there eyes and faces. There eyes were glassy, frozen forever in fear, their faces had long gashes, twisted and distorted through the blood that was covering their faces.

I was sitting there, ripping off chunks of their flesh, eating it raw, letting the copper taste fill and overwhelm each of my senses. I sat there for hours, feeding, essentially acting only on basic demon instinct. Then he came back. I remember smelling and sensing him before I even saw him, even before his eyes were on me.

I was hesitant. I knew what he could do and I still had fear for him. I do not remember how he approached me, but after that day I wore different collar. Black with four sliver studs, and it still had his crest on a small metal plate in the middle front of the collar, but it was much lighter. That day when my demon half came out was my turning point. When I finally reverted back to my human form, my new role in my master’s life was soon told to me. I was to become, for a better word, his assassin.

I was taught to kill. I learned how to use the blade and all other weapons. I was taught how to use the shadows as a tool as well as a weapon and the magics to do what I needed, but most of all he wanted me to learn how to control my demon side. To be able to control, and summon it at will. That was his main goal and it worked.

For two and a half moons I was trained. I learned how to control my demon side and summon it at will. I was taught how to use every weapon with deadly accuracy from a blade to bow and arrow. I knew how to use them all. The shadows become a second home. The magics I was taught were powerful and easy to learn because of the demon blood in my veins. I was able to learn them much faster and increase there power for that reason alone.

Those moons where filled with never ending combat training. Between sparing and spell casting, I had no time to heal or rest. Luckily for me, I heal ten times faster then a normal human, but soon after many months of training I had a chance to prove myself to him.

I was sent to kill a small but ruthless group of ex-soldiers. There was only a hand full of them, but they where well trained at killing. The real reason he sent me is still unknown to me to this day, but I do know these men where moving in on my master’s lands. Stealing goods, taking and rapping the women, killing the men, killing the live stock and burning the towns to the ground when they were done. I only thought them to be scum that needed to be destroyed, to be killed. My only thought at the time was these men and their deaths might be my one and only way to have a life. Even a small one, and I craved that, even more then the human flesh I relished.

So I left in my meager armor that only covered what needed to be and one hook knife that I had grown fond of. I arrived at their camp just before night fall. The sun was setting in the west, giving the camp a deep orange-red hue. Around the camp were a dozen men, all in heavy leather armor that was well broken in for each. They all carried themselves well; a sign that I had learned which meant each of these men could fight very well.

The center of the camp had a roaring fire, with heavy pots around it, boiling away what smelled like a boar stew. To one side of the camp there stood a large wooden pole with four, young women chained to the bottom through two huge rusted metal rings. The other side of the camp was bare except for a large metal cage. I moved carefully but fast through the shadows around the camp until I was able to see what was in the cage.

A medium sized, sabor-cat with a heavy tan coat was in it. Crying. Men where walking back and forth between the roaring fire in the center of the camp, the chained women and the sabor. From the look of it, the poor creature was being starved and tortured daily, just like I was at one point. My heart bled for the poor thing.

Its jade eyes were piercing, the pelt was enchanting even with it matted and stained with its own blood. I felt drawn to it. I was only shook back to reality by uncaring laughter mixed with the cries of pain and anger of the sabor.

I saw three of the men throwing rocks, hot coals and sharpened pieces of wood at it. As I stood in the shadows, watching the acts of so called humanity before me, rage and my demon side begged to be released upon those men. But I couldn’t, not yet. Even as the sabor tried in vain to protect itself by clawing the air threw the bars of it's cage, the men kept torturing the pour thing until it laid down with it back towards them, crying in pain as the objects where thrown at it.

I left with one last glance to the sabor, then made my way to the back of the leader’s tent. I used the knife I brought to cut a hole in the tent. As I stepped in I found the tent covered in pillows of every size, gems and jewels of all shapes and colors, gold by the pile, fine silks of every shade, food and wines that could easily fill ten men’s stomachs, furs and pelts were covering the cold hard earth, candles were everywhere in gold and sliver holders.

In the mist of all this was a man. Well built, he had a tattoo of a tiger scrawled on his chest. He was only wearing a pair a heavy leather pants and boots. He also had some facial hair on his round face. By chance, he was fast asleep. I wanted to kill him fast because I heard he was very strong, and if he woke, I could really have a fight on my hands.

Slowly I moved towards him, turning the knife in my hand until the blade pointed downwards. I stood above him for a moment. Then with one flowing movement, covered his mouth and dragged my knife a crossed his throat, pushing the blade as deep as it would go. His eyes burst open, a muffled scream escaped his lips, as his hands reached up and clawed at my hands and arms for them to release. I heard him choking on his own blood, as well trying to spit up what blood was already invading his mouth. Small amounts of blood were leaking through the cracks in my fingers.

I know I choose to give him a pain filled death, but in truth I didn’t care at that time. All I wanted was a life, and his death and the death of his men was going to give me that. One without pain and hurt, and this was the only way I thought I could have that kind of life. So I pressed the knife in deeper, squeezed my hand harder, until his cries for mercy faded with his life.

I stood breathing hard for a few moments, looking down at his clear lifeless eyes, until I heard a man behind me. I couldn’t run. Not now, not when I have come this far. He yelled that I killed their leader as he drew his sword, then lunged. All my training paid off, I moved to fast for his blade to land a blow. I stepped right, turning on my foot I centered myself, level with his chest, moved my hands and wrist in a three hand movement sequence I was taught by the caster, forming a sphere of fire, releasing it in his chest point blank.

The smell of burning flesh and leather filled my nose as his lifeless form fell to the ground. I stood and ran to the opening of the tent after I picked up his sword. I stood in the entry way, less then a second passed before three men where coming at me, swords drawn with fire in their eyes. I twisted my knife in my hand with a flick of my wrist, so the blade’s back was to my wrist. Took the sword I gathered in both hands and blocked the three swords that came down on me.

Twisting my body with the blade, the others slid off, allowing me to kick one away, plant the sword I was using in the one to the left of me and slashing the throat of the other that was to the right of me, not stopping, I moved towards the one I kicked in the chest, twisting the knife in my hand and slashed at his left leg making him fall to his knees. Spinning around, I moved in back of him, lifted his head and dragged my knife across his neck making a squishing noise as my blade cut through his wind pipe, then a small cracking noise as the knife cut threw his spine. His lifeless body fell to the ground, joining the others as four more men rounded the corner of a tent, swords already drawn.

Readjusting my knife again I made two hand movements, they ran closer, I made three more movements as fast as I could and cried out “FLARE!” to complete the sequence. A spiral of fire shot up from the ground, surrounding me in a heat vortex. All but one man stopped, as his sword touched the spiraling flames, they traveled along his sword and surrounded his body, he was ignited in a burst of flames, turning him to ash. I moved my hands again, in a five part sequence, the remaining men took a step back, with my last movement I cried out “FLAREA!” The vortex spun faster and split into three fire wolves, each taking one step each before attacking a different man before it with their flaming claws and fangs. I ran to the clearing, hearing the cries for mercy from the soldiers behind me.

I didn’t need to know where the other men where because I knew they would be hunting for me, weather I wished them to or not, but I could pick where we fought, and I felt I was a better fighter in an open, wide area. I stopped only a few paces from the caged sabor, breathing slightly harder then normal.

The cat was pacing back and forth, showing its lager canines to me and anyone else in line of sight with the beast. I’m sure it could smell the blood in the air, just like I could. I could feel my demon side aching to take over as I stood there in the blood soaked night, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long, for the rest of the men came down on me like a hard rain. There swords drawn each wasted no time in attacking. I side stepped one, then another, only to be brutally back ended by the butt of one of there swords. As I fell to the ground, I was able to gain enough balance to throw my knife at one of the attackers, only for it having it miss and hearing a clanking noise right afterwards, taking a slash along my abdomen from one of the swords, as my payment. I clenched my stomach and rolled backwards, out of harms way. I tried to stand on my legs but they gave away from under me and I was on my knees, holding my stomach, feeling my warm blood seeping out from my wound slowly.

One of the men stepped forward, and he looked down at me like I was nothing. His smile was like venom on an open wound. He put the tip of his blade under my chin and said something that fell on deaf ears. His eyes grew colder then I thought was possible for a human, but also burned with the same loathing I felt towards him. He drew his blade back and.........

An ear splitting roar! A screamed followed. Not from me but one of the other men! He turned as I moved my head to see the sabor tearing into another man with its massive canines, biting his arm clean off with a crunch behind it.

I stood and released what had been begging to be released ever since my first kill of the night. My pupils changed and nails grew out, and as he turned back around, fangs appeared as I leapt on him wrapping my legs around him and sank both my newly found fangs and nails in his throat. While the sabor was busy taking apart another man, I released the one I just killed and used his lifeless body like a spring, and rammed one of my hands like a dagger in the last one.

I watched as I twisted my hand within him, coughing up blood and wincing in pain as he fell to his knees. I removed my hand in a fluid motion, making him spit up blood. Drawing my hand back, I plunged it forward, ripping in to his chest, through his life muscle, killing him immediately. He slid off my hand with ease afterwards, dropping to the ground with a slight thud.

The night air was filled with the scent of copper and burnt flesh. The sight was intoxicating. Dead bodies, pooled in their own blood, the sabor feeding on a fresh kill it just made, me soaked in my enemies’ blood. ... I never felt more alive then.

Walking through the bodies, the sabor approached, low to the ground, ears down, and tail tucked under its massive form. It smelled my blood covered hand and began to lick it clean. Afterwards it rubbed it’s head on my newly cleaned hand and my leg. Then its and my ears both picked up a faint noise. I knew it only as one thing, another person.

I looked down on the sabor and was met with its jade eyes, and a pleading, kitten like face. I couldn’t help but smile, stroking the long fur on its brow, speaking low but clearly “kill him...” With the last word leaving my lips the sabor ran off, I sat down, my back to the sabor, a roar, scream... then nothing. The scent of freshly spelt blood filled the night. I relaxed and laid back in the night air, the sabor came back and laded next to me, with his fresh kill in tow.

We ate and drank that night together, he never left me after that night either. I returned with him in tow and with the four women as well, a gift, in hopes I would be allowed to keep my new friend. My master was reluctant at first, but he soon gave in after countless hours of begging and pleading and gave me the friend I craved, for I was forbidden to have one before. I gave the sabor the name Cono. He and I trained, fought, slept, ate and drank together.

After my first mission, life for me became a little easier. I still had to train non-stop, and teach Cono not to kill all of my sparing partners, but I was given more food, that I happily shared with Cono, and was given a better place to sleep. I was able to relax at times as well.

Over the next few months I was sent out on one mission after another. Cono was the only other at my side. We kept returning victorious, and in a short amount of time, I gained a name. My master started to call me “Arise” but his allies and enemies alike gave me the name “Akuma” which means darkness or evil.

At first, I didn’t liked to be called Akuma. Just because of what it meant. But soon I decided to embrace the name. I started to live up to my new name every chance I got. At times even after he sent me out on a mission, I stayed after and ate my kills with Cono. I found I enjoyed the taste of human flesh now and then, and eating it made my demon side grow stronger. I was only eight moons then and I continued to kill for him until I was eleven moons.

By that time I had killed thousands in his name and under his flag. He was now the strongest lord in the lands, with an army of thousands, towns for miles feared his wrath. They paid him insane amounts of gold, goods and women alike to keep him and his men at bay, but most of all they paid him to keep me at bay.

He and the men underneath him were ruthless, power hungry pigs. From the time when I gained the name Akuma until I no longer served him, he was the most powerful lord. He started slow, taking out all smaller groups of outlaws out, in a show of force. Then he grew bolder, and sent me with three men to kill off a rival lord.

We killed him with ease with only one loss; Cono and I just let are demon selves take over. We easily killed him off and he gained his men and lands. Afterwards he was happy for awhile, then over the next few months he took out one lord after another until he was the last. All the others that lived now served him.

I was almost twelve moons then. My skills with the blade was beyond what most would call an expert. The same with using the shadows and magics. Cono, was still by my side then, we had saved each other countless times and feed on the blood of are enemies together.
I had become a young woman over this short time as well, catching the eyes of many of my master’s men in the process. They didn’t have them long afterwards. Either I or Cono took care of that. For once in my life, I was content. But I learned over the years, being content for to long makes a person, or demon in my case soft... that’s when it happened.

My master at the time was drunk with power, and he only cared about his own human needs: food, drink, power, and women. Because of that he really didn’t care what I did in my free time, as long as I still bore his crest and killed for him, that’s all that mattered.

I was summoned to his tent early in the day. The reason being, he was sending me on another mission. It had been the forth one that week. Not that I minded, I was growing hungry again for human flesh, though this time I was going alone. Cono was hurt in an early mission, his leg was torn after he saved my life, in return I killed the man that hurt him and feed him the flesh from my hand, as I cared him back to full health.

I learned my mission, it was simple enough, I was to find a group of men that stole goods from my master kill them and return with the goods and anything else I thought to be of value. I was given four men to help me, not to fight, but to carry the goods away when I was done.
Men... I knew a few that would give anything to fight by my side, but these ones would do anything to let me fight and them do the rest of the work after all the messy killing was said and done. I said my farewell to Cono, as he laid on the pillows that I surrounded him with early. He cried as I left, but I told him that I would return soon, with a treat for him. Gathering my kaiken and a spare knife, I left.

It took less then four hours to find the men. They didn’t make it to hard, if I didn’t know any better I thought they wanted me to find them. I pushed that thought out of my mind as I slipped into a nearby shadow, disappearing, and then reappearing in the shadow of one of the many tents.

They where scattered, and disorganized, no armor of any kind that I could see, or any weapons. It felt wrong. Even when a person is relaxing, in these lands they never veer to far from there blade, that meant life or death. As I stepped closer to one man, drawing my knife from it sheath, everything went dark.

When I reopened my eyes I was chained to one of the trees, my weapons and armor stripped. It was then I realized I had been betrayed. By who I knew only a few that would want to kill me, but none of that mattered. What did, were the dozen men in front of me, in full chain body armor, swords in hand with hate in their eyes.

I moved a tiny bit to check the strength of my bonds. They where tight, tighter then I thought I could be restrained by a human let alone anyone. One of the men stepped forward, looking down he began to speak. Only one word left his chapped lips “start…” he walked away, I stared at the other men and as soon as he totally left there line of sight all of them charged.

Fist and feet fell, butts of swords and clubs broken my bones as I sat there being beaten with the same rage I have shown countless others in my past. Hours bleed into each other, minutes felt like days, seconds felt like life times. I passed out multiple times, during my days there being beaten, broken, burned, drowned, ...tortured in ways only can be described as hell.

One of the worse points was when one of the men thought it would be a fun idea to see what would happen if he rammed a knife he heated over an open flame in my stomach. I can still smell my flesh burning and muscles contracting from the heat and pain. My hell lasted for four pain filled days of non-stop beatings and burning, they seemed to like those two the best. During those days I never once saw the man that gave the order to start my torment.

It was the forth day I saw the man that gave the order to do the things to me that will be my scars for life times to come. My stomach tightened at the sight of him. Fear and rage entered and mixed in my mind as he stared at my broken, bleeding form. By that time I could barely keep my eyes open. I had crusted blood all over me, gashes, cuts and burns were all over my arms, and legs. My chest and stomach both had gashes from the clubbings I took and bruising from the constant beatings that I had suffered. I knew I had a few ribs busted, my left arm was too. There was only one thing that was coursing threw my body. Pain…, the pain and anger was madding for me. Not only that, but I could feel my will, and life fading with each second that passed.

He stood there for a few moments looking for any sighs of life; I tried to act like nothing was wrong. His smile cut right through me. It was like he knew I was scared, he knew he had all the power and he proved it to me too. After he nodded to the others to leave, he simply walked to me and kneeled until we where face to face. I’m sure I moved back out of reflex alone. He slowly ran his dirt incrusted finger tips along my collar bone, up my neck, squeezing it slightly in his hand, making me gasp for air, then up to my cheek, stopping and with a slow movement, he drew his hand to the back of my neck, taking a hand full of my hair. I moved slightly, he jerked it back, making me moan from the stabbing pain it caused.

His mouth attacked mine, forcing his tongue in, all I could do was stop the tears that where trying to get out. His other hand roamed my body, stripping what was left of my clothing, exposing my broken form more to his hungry eyes. The way his hands moved across my skin it felt like needles, pricking as his fingers moved. He forced my legs open with his own legs and one free hand. Then placed his other hand at my center...

The damn fool... if he only knew what was building within me when he first touched me, he would have stopped and ran like the coward he was.

The more his hand roamed, the more I wanted to let out that demon, but what he did was so much better, what was building within me somehow was suppressing my demon side, and was feeding on the rage and pain he was giving me. What happened to me could only be described only on the level of godhood...

He pressed his hand harder on my center; I tried to quiet a moan of pain in vain. A smile cracked his narrow face as he pressed against my center harder then before. I remember crying out ‘stop’ in a gasp and him laughing. Squirming under him, trying to break free of the bonds... he held my neck tight in his grip slamming my head back on the large tree. Dizzy I moved again trying to break free he slammed my head again back, and again, again...

After he slammed my head back the fifth time, my head started to swim, my eyes had a fog covering them, I could feel warm blood in my hair, his fingers tangled in my hair, all along as he pressed harder on my center, I could hear slight moans of pain leaving my lips and a laughter from him. He was mumbling words in my ear. I couldn’t make them out; the only thing that was racing in my fog covered mind was a foggy sense of what was going on; the pain that was still there coursing through my limbs and what was building within me.

It wasn’t my demon half or at least it didn’t feel like it. It felt much more colder, and darker. Something from nightmares. It built as he pressed harder. Two of his fingers started to run along the border of the last garment that was protecting me from his needle fingers. Then something deep inside, a darkness I never felt before started to seep out. I remember laughing, and a cold smile gracing my blood covered features.

He stopped and drew a knife I didn’t knew he had. I couldn’t stop laughing even when he pressed the blade against my throat and told me if I didn’t stop laughing he would cut my throat. I laughed harder after his threat. He took the knife from my neck, leaving a small amount of blood in its wake, twisted it in his hand until it was pointed at me... ran it down my chest, over my heart, tracing the outlines of my breast and finally resting the tip of the blade in between two of my lower ribs that had been broken two day before.

I was still chuckling while he ran the blade down my torso and stopped at my lower chest. He turned the blade clockwise, then back, drawing a small amount of blood out and sending terrible bolts of pain through me, but still I laughed.

He leaned into my left ear, twisting the blade more and said “Laugh now ...Bitch...” I broke out in laughter. He looked at me; his face turned beat red, a look of surprise, then it went to anger, to rage, then resting on hate. With rage clearly visible in his aqua green eyes, he drew the blade back then thrusted it forward until the hilt was flush against my stomach.

Bending forward slightly gasping, blood started to fill my mouth as my eyes began to blur. He smiled and twisted the knife sharply in me, making me scream as I threw my head back. My body was shaking, coldness and tiredness was setting in, but I didn’t stop chuckling.

The pain from the knife that was buried deep within me was disappearing slowly. My eyes where sliding shut as I felt blood leak from the side of my mouth, as I heard him utter harshly “Shouldn’t have laughed... stupid Bitch...” he pushed the blade deeper, tilting it slightly upward, cutting through what was left of any connected muscles.

Screaming and slumping forward in pain, blood leaking from my nose and mouth, clenching my fist, I tried to speak until he withdrew his knife sharply and rammed it back in. I could feel his hand leave the back of my neck, patted my cheek, he stood and left me, slummed over, blood freely leaving my body from my nose, mouth and where the knife was buried in me. My body became cold and numb. For the first time since I was bond I was letting my muscles relax, my fingers hang freely in there bonds. My head swam as my eyes slid shut...

It was indescribable... as I was there, waiting for death, feeling my body failing me, I felt the same coldness. The darkness I felt covered me in a vial. I understood then what it meant to be my mother’s daughter. The muscles in my stomach contracted, then retracted until the knife that was buried deep within me was pushed out, laying before me in a small pool of my own blood that it spilt only seconds before. My eyes opened slowly as I forced my still swimming head up, pulling on my once unbreakable restrains which snapped like string woven to tight.

Moving my legs, the chains that bound them snapped just as easily. Standing slowly I grazed my finger tips over the wound the knife had left in it’s wake, skin had already appeared, sealing it without a scar or any sign that I had been gutted in the first place. Inside I felt the muscles, nerves, blood veins reconnecting with their other halves. The burnt and scared flesh that had covered my body before was all but gone when I took my first step. When I took my second I bent down, gathering a few scraps of leather to cover myself; the scared flesh was all gone, without a trace they where even there.

Closing and opening my fist I could tell something was different about me, though I didn’t have time to know or even understand what was different because six of the twelve men that had been using me as a punching bag just rounded a corner at that moment. One yelled I was free as the others drew what weapons they had and charged forward at me. I’m not sure why I didn’t make a move to protect myself but as the men got closer I shifted my weight until I was balanced, then summoned something inside. As the first sword fell it was stopped by an invisible force, freezing both the sword and all the men in mid-action, the sword hovering mere inches from my head.

Smiling, I flicked my index finger, engulfing the closest man in front of me in a tornado of black fire that shot up from the ground. The others looked on in horror as his screams mixed with the rushing sounds of the black flames spinning around him. Within a matter of seconds the flames disappeared leaving nothing but a thin layer of human dust that was carried away after a burst of wind.

As his remains was being blown away the other men came rushing at me, swords drawn, as they reached around where the others were, I froze them like their comrades. I could tell they where struggling to move. I could hear their heart rate increased as I slowly moved towards them. The scent of fear poured out of them. Standing in front of one, tracing my index and middle finger along his blade that he was desperately trying to move, I couldn’t help but smile as I ran my fingers back down his blade until I was at its hilt, then wrapping my hand around the hilt I easily removed the sword from his grasp.

His arms and hands didn’t move. It was like they stood in mid air grasping a sword made out of wind. Setting the sword by a near by tree, I returned and said ‘kneel’. All the men dropped to their knees, some in doing so impaled themselves with there own weapons. Standing in front of the same man, his eyes filling with fear and contempt. I placed my hands on either side of his head, feeling a clear sheen of sweat from his brow, moving my thumbs slowly above his eyes and swiftly plunged them in, he screamed as I twisted my thumbs inside of his eye sockets, destroying his sight forever.

As I removed my thumbs a gush of blood poured out of his eyes making two red waterfalls on either side of his face. He never stopped screaming, as I touched his chest, muttering a few words. A symbol appeared on his chest. Three cross lines with a contoo in the center, instantaneously, the same mark appeared on every man there, carved into their chests, arms and legs, all in the same place on each. “Let’s end this…” I said coldly, as I pulled my hand back, then plunging it forward ripping through both the chain mail, skin, muscle and bones like they where nothing more then rice paper.

I gave him a quick and mostly painless death. As he fell forward I removed my hand from his dead body, then as it laid lifeless at my feet I slashed his throat, stabbed him three more times in the chest and once more in the stomach. I stood and gazed down at his beaten, broken, dead form and said clearly, turning around to look upon the other men “connected”. The symbol on the corpse glowed red, then yellow, while on the others on the other men flashed between every color that a human eye could see. Within seconds the damage that was done to the dead man that was at my feet, transferred to every man there, killing them from shock and sudden blood loss so quickly that they didn’t even scream. The few that didn’t die immediately hunched over, writhing in pain, spiting up blood a few moments, passed out themselves.

Once I was satisfied all the bodies in front of me where dead. I walked towards one of the dead bodies... and found the man that was going to violate me. Smiling I made my hand knife like and slashed his right arm clean off. Picking up the now dismembered arm I set off to find my things. They where all in a box in a tent, after I found a leather top, cutting it to a nice midriff for my stomach to show, I rearmed myself, picking up the dismembered limb I started to leave the bloody battle ground passing a small bowl of water...

The reflection in the water caught my eye, for it wasn’t my own. The girl there wasn’t a girl, but a young woman, almost totally developed in the chest that I didn’t seem to noticed before. Sitting the arm down I looked around, seeing a lager pot with water in it, slowly I walked over and peered in. Who stared back had full, flowing jet black hair with midnight eyes. Roaming my face with my own fingers, taking a handful of my hair, pulling it and feeling the pain, I knew then that it was me that was staring back.

Some how I aged four, maybe five moons in one day. Placing my hands on either side on the lager pot, slightly griping the pot, I closed my eyes, and thought about what I use to look like... my brown hair... the cat-like eyes... Minutes passed, then slowly I reopened my eyes. My eyes where back to there cat-like, crimson state without any sighs of black in them, my hair though was still the same midnight shade. Sighing, I walked back, picked up the arm and left. It was then I knew I had been changed forever. And I knew that at one point I will have to find out how much I have changed.

The air was cool as I made my way into one of the many towns my master took over, to house all his goods and men, this was one thee largest, it housed over 20,000 troops and four buildings of goods. My master’s men were busy, with what needed to be done. Mainly, they where preparing to wipe-out a new lord’s army that had moved in over the past weeks.

As I walked through the many men preparing for the up coming fight, some stopped and stared. I knew my hair was still jet black, and my body had matured to a human teenagers in a five day time frame, but there was more, I could feel more inside me as well. This was the first time I could keep my demon self out outside of a fight. I normally depended on my blood lust to keep it out once I called it forth, but I wasn’t in blood lust and I could feel my demon strengths on the surface and staying there, without the need for any blood shed.

One of the carrier boys saw me coming and ran off. I knew him; he was one of the main servants for my master. Moments later I was greeted by him, with the normal group of fighters, warriors and casters, the same ones that taught me how to fight and kill. He was fully armed, complete with his twin swords. When they all arrived I was drinking from the town’s well, the arm I carried back, on the ground next to my right foot, with on lookers from both sides. Hearing the sound of swords being drawn from the protection of the heavy sheaths, I turned and faced the ones I now knew betrayed me.

Their swords drawn, caster mumbling spells with hands and wrist moving, hundreds of other of my master’s men surrounding me, with more being added each second that pasted, all in heavy armor. I looked in total shock I’m sure, reeling from the realization that it was him that ordered my torture and death. Dropping the copper ladle I was drinking from, splashing the last drops of water it was holding on the dirt ground, drawing both my knife and kaiken, twisting them both in my hands until they where to my wrists... taking a defensive stances I waited for the first move to be made...

“KILL HER!”

The caster that were once my teachers all casted the same spell, releasing it at one time, six white lighting bolts with blue streaks came at me, side stepping to my right, four of the six missed, blowing up the well I was standing in front of seconds before, sending chucks of rocks and stone everywhere. The other two hit their mark, one hitting and scorching my arm, the other hitting my lower stomach, burning my exposed flesh and sending me flying to the other side of the street from the force of the impact, through a wall of a street house.

I was buried under rubble and falling pieces of the house. Laying there listening, hundreds of sets of feet where moving, more chanting, as I moved I thought I would feel pain, but as I looked at my arm, it was already healed. I glanced towards my stomach, it was almost healed. Picking myself up, moving the rubble that was on top of me out of the way with ease I stood, totally healed, without a trace of the attack I just suffered.

Picking up, gripping the handles of my knife and kaiken in a death grip, I attacked. Slashing one… two… five… ten… men’s throats, all with lighting fast speed. Moving in and out, dogging one thrusting sword after another. Making them kill each other …twenty… twenty-two… twenty-four… twisting around one man, slicing his throat open with my kaiken, kicking his body away into an on coming sword. “ELAST!” glancing to my side another bolt of white energy came barreling at me, only missing me by inches, scorching the tips of my jet black hair, having the scent of burning hair fill my nose with it’s rancid odder.

The bolt disintegrated seven men, then destroyed a wagon full of food and other goods. As I side stepped away from the blast I was hit in the side, then behind my left knee, making me drop to my knee. Three swords came at me, as I heard another spell caster finish a spell. Blocking one of the swords, then rolled out of the way of the incoming spell.

Glancing behind me, hearing cries of pain, feeling the heat I saw a fire jet stream rip through the center of where I was, setting everything it touched to ash. Standing, I decide to stop holding back as I let my demon side overcome my human side. I could feel something was different this time but I didn’t have time to think about it, for three dozen men where coming down on me and three of the spell casters where about to release another blast.

Throwing my knife to the side, having it cut the side of one man’s throat and then being implanted in the chest of another, I dropped my kaiken to the ground. I lunged at the first man, fangs grown out; both my hands on either side, nails fully grown out, hard as steel, as I ripped through the first man with ease. Jumping to the left, impaling two men at the same time as they rose their swords. Feeling the wind cut to my right, I moved enough to see a blade that was meant for me be buried in the gut of another, spilling his intestines on the fast color changing ground.

Tossing the two men that were on my hands aside, I spun around a complete 360 degrees, slicing six men in the chest and throats. Two men came at me each throwing a kusari, the first missed, smashing into the chest of another man. I heard his ribs break on impact. The other hit my arm, twisting itself around it. He looped the chain three times around his arm, forcing me closer with each loop.

Getting my footing, narrowing my hand into a knife, I cut downward freeing myself from the chain that was binding my arm, making my captor fall backward onto two men, one impaling him with their sword. Having still some of the kusari chain around my arm, I slammed my arm into a dropping sword, sending the sword reeling through the air, then slamming my arm into the man that was carrying it, sending him into a building behind him. I realized I hit him so hard that the chain around my arm had buckled and fell apart.

“ARIOMIST!” Turning, I saw a fire ball coming at me, leaping, then rolled out of its way under a small broken down street house as the ball hit, exploding on impact. It sent rubble and a shockwave everywhere, vaporizing some of the closer men. Turning to the other spell caster of the previous spell, searching for something I could use..................... too late. Both of the other two casters where finishing their chants. All the while having more men come down on me with the intent to rip through me with one of the many swords.

Looking around quickly, hearing the final words of the caster, I jumped up, grabbing onto the ledge of the building I was under, swing my body, up and over. Landing safely on an empty tares. “KETIONTO!” both called out, having there hands both in a triangle form, a blue, yellow energy, was building inside, I looked around fast, knowing what was coming, running to a near-by building, jumping as one of them released the energy they where gathering in a yellow static ball, slamming into the building just as I jumped away, vaporizing it on contact, sending fragments of the building that once stood there everywhere.

Standing on shaky legs, the other caster released the energy in his hands right at me. Crossing my arms in front of me I felt the impact of the energy ball, the heat was surprisingly cool... and the energy itself was manageable. Shifting my footing slightly to either side, then in a smooth motion, I threw open my arms, rebounding the energy back to the caster, but mistakenly pushed it more downwards, instead the ball of energy vaporized fifty men and left dozens of others without limps and only half of their bodies.

Breathing heavily, with my arms slightly numb. Gazing down at the many broken and dead bodies, they were all still crying in pain. Glancing from left to right, seeing hundreds of men coming and more pouring in from every opening, seeing the casters starting new spells, and him... standing there, smug, grinning without a worry in the world. “KETIONTO!” The last caster shot the same energy ball at me, as I was starting to leap out of its way when four men jumped on me from behind, pinning me to the ground. Struggling I moved myself enough to see the in coming energy ball bearing down on me...

As I was closing my eyes, expecting this was my last breath I was ever to take, an ear breaking cry of pain sounded off in my ears, at the same moment the ball of energy disappeared mere inches away from my head. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, I twisted my body slicing into the neck of two of the men, trapping the head of another in between my lower legs, still moving I grabbed the last man, on either side of his neck digging my nails in until I felt his neck snap. Letting go of his now lifeless form I placed my hands above on either side of my head then twisted my lower half, snapping the neck of the man I was holding, turning my hands with my body I stood and saw Cono! He was growling and ripping into the last caster, spraying the caster’s blood into a fine mist that covered Cono and the surrounding area.

As he was ripping into the last Caster, tearing into his torso, my master’s anger must have flared. I watched as he pulled his twin swords and in slow motion, I saw Cono drop the Caster he just killed and leap at him, his blood covered teeth and soaked claws bared, master taking a step to the right, bringing both of the twins up, cutting his stomach open, spilling his intestines over the blood soaked earth. Cono fell to the ground, rolled a few feet away from him, and slowly I watched his eyes shut...

Crying out his name I jumped over the railing, and ran to his side, killing four men that stood in my way. As I reached him I dropped to my knees and cradled his head, begging him to wake, to open his eyes, to do anything that would let me know he was still alive. No sign came. His heavy form laid on me, his tongue laid sprawled out, eyes clear, lifeless...

Cono, my friend, the one thing I cared about died that day and in his death I released a power that I couldn’t touch before. Holding him close, memories of him filled my head, for the first time ever; tears fell from my eyes as I whispered in his large ear to return to me. Faint sounds of men surrounding me, filled my ears, as long with his voice. As a powerful unseen dark energy started to pour from my body.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! KILL HER!” Hearing the shuffle of feet I set Cono down gently on the blood soaked earth, kissing his stained fur covered cheek, then stood. Balling my fist until I cut into my own skin with my own finger nails, feeling the warm blood seeping out and run down my balled fingers, until droplets where forming at my whitened knuckles. “KILL HER!!!”

All the men bolted towards me. Tears still stinging in my eyes, falling freely on to my cheeks, staining them as they coursed down my face. I looked up, closing my eyes and screamed to the heavens. At the same moment a droplet of blood fell and mixed with Cono’s and every other slain man’s blood. Instantly a tower of black flames ten times higher then any building that was left standing in town shot up from the ground, instantly killing any man that was to close enough to the flames that licked out. It spun around slowly, turning my jet black hair to stand in its wind. Slowly reopening my eyes blackness colored them, hate and anger imbedded on my face. The men around me, looked on with pure terror. Some ran, others fell to their knees, while most, including my master stood petrified in their own fear.

Only thinking about Cono, tears of sorrow and pain still falling freely, the tower of black flames spun faster until it was a vortex of black heat. Small licks of the black flames where shot out killing whatever it touched, instantly. Seconds pasted, more men ran until the vortex stopped totally, then imploding in on itself, sending a burst of blinding dark energy out wards. After the energy faded the vortex was gone and in its place the form of a black dragon that blotted out the sky with its massive black and sliver flame form. Lowering its enormous midnight form from its high floating position, it settled itself behind me. Its mouth ajar, showing row after row of sliver fangs, its clouded blood ruby eyes looked at who I was. The person that killed Cono... Hatred surpassed-- tears stopped, all that was left was anger and the need for revenge.

Reserving one last glance of the fear and panic in everyone eyes, there was an ear splitting roar that cracked the skies as they began to weep, the dragon shot from behind me tearing into my master, then as it exited him from his back, it split apart afterwards, jumping to one man after another repeating the same process thousands of times over, until all the men in the town where connected by a series of black flames like a coiled chain. Cries of pain filled my ears as I raised my hand slowly until it was chest level, looking threw blacked and water vailed eyes, I shut it quickly, and like a chainsaw the black flames twisted and retracted to it’s center which was my master's... as the flame left each person they where turned to dust, after a brief painful burst and quitting scream. Until there was only him, his body filled with the flames of the dragon, twisted and turning inside him, burning his lungs with each lasting breath he took. His blood was pouring out of his mouth, eyes, ears and nose. He fell to his knees and parts of his skin were burned away. It was clearly visible that he was being burned away from the inside out, slowly... painfully

In a raspy voice he pleaded a heart felt ‘please’ as the word left his lips a smile of hatred cracked my lips and I opened my hand, a tornado of black flames poured out of him, his screams where muted by the rushing sound of the flames that exited his burning from, torching this body without mercy of any kind. As the last of the flames left his burnt body it tuned into a small red flame and was carried away by the dragon leaving me alone.

Breathing heavily, I gazed around at the emptiness of it all, the rain poured onto the blood soaked earth, without a soul in sight. All the buildings where gone, there where no bodies, the only things that where left was my fallen friend, Cono, his tongue laying limply out, his once fire jade eyes cold and lifeless, his beautiful tan coat covered in his and others blood was still trickling out of him.

As I walked the blood and rain soaked earth that I knew would be tainted for years to come in a deep reddish tent. My feet dragged with each step slightly, trying maybe to prevent the up coming event some how. Then my foot hit something, almost tripping me. Glanced down I saw the arm I had brought back with me covered in a thin sheen of mud and dried blood.

Picking it up I tried to clean it the best I could, able to get most of the mud and blood off, I carried it with me, dropped to my knees. I slowly pushed the arm towards my fallen friend, then laid down with him like I had done hundreds of time before, curling myself up in his damp blood and mud crusted fur. I laid and cried myself to sleep on him for the last time, as the weeping sky slowly let the sun shine once again.

The months pasted quickly after Cono’s death, thou I was still alone. Word spread even faster that the lord of the land was dead and that he and his army of 12,000 strong was killed by no other then his 'Akuma'. Within a week the lands that where once his was divide between a dozen new lords. Me thou I slipped away. My demon side was now my dominant side. My human side was totally suppressed since the day I lost Cono.

I wonder for many moons. Never ageing, I had stopped on the outside at least. Inside I grew in hate and anger, letting my natural demon side consume every part of my body and mind. The only thing ‘human’ that was left was my soul, but I even questioned that at times, but in letting my demon side grown so much it made me stronger ... faster... Everything about me was better because I let go, let go of what I used to hold on to so dearly, I let go of my humanity.

There were a few side effects of letting go so much, namely my hunger for human flesh quadrupled over night. In a weeks time I was eating nothing but the scum I killed to satisfy my hungry, and to stiffly my other needs, such as my craving to kill. Thou even with all my new power... with all my new abilities I had nothing.

The home I once protected was now nothing but a blood soaked field of grass and dirt. My once loyal friend Cono was dead, leaving me alone. There was nothing more in my heart but darkness and hatred towards everything I laid my eyes upon. In a sense I lost myself when I was able to summon my dragon from within, the same day I lost Cono. The last human part of me died when he did. Thou none of that mattered to me. What did was to keep the demon blood in my veins running hard and to keep my thrust at bay.

But even more then that... I trained with my new powers. It took weeks to learn how to summon the dragon that I summoned before...and even longer to learn how to summon him, without it draining my strength too much, in time I became so strong, I totally stopped using all weapons, and only carried them for show...I only use my hands. That is, my hands and my teeth... along with spells and the shadows.

I kept traveling due east, cutting a bloody path as I went. Not really caring where I ended up. My only thought that plagued my mind was who I was going to gut next. Eventually after many moons I boarded a ship and left to a new clean untouched land by my claws.

The amber ship itself was clean excluding the few barnacles that lined the lower outer hull of the massive ship. It had several huge white sails that waved freely in the oceans sea breeze, fifty feet in the air on two large posts. The stern, bow, port and aft of the ship was busy with muscles bound meat heads, moving in motion with each other while the ship swayed in the empty dock. Other then the gold rounding on the railings, this ship looked like any other expect it had sea jade colored maiden showing the ships way, her arm extended outwards towards the unknown seas, the maidens lower half covered in a wooden vial, her chest exposed to the elements where her down to the pigment she had now.

As the ship departed from the dock, the sails lowered and came to life with one sea breeze, I stood by the railing and watched as the land I called home left from my sight until it was nothing more then a speck in the distances. Afterwards, I left for below deck and found myself in a small dank and poorly lit cabin, with many hanging net hammocks scrawled out over the many exposed beams.

As I laid down, feeling the ship sway with the ocean under me, I closed my eyes, and let my mind drift. I must have fallen asleep at one point in one of the lower cabins. The only reason I know this was because the last thing I remember was sitting down then waking to a brown foot sized rat in my face. It hissed as I snarled at the diseased creature. Turning my upper lip, and extending my nails to there now normal one and a half inches, I slashed it as I rose. The rat stood frozen and silent, as I made my way to the door, the rat split at its belly falling on the sea water logged floor as I left for the upper decks.

Returning to the main deck, I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with the damply refreshing sea air. Water sprayed up the sides of the tri-sailing ship, sending water spraying up and over the ships hull. It was invigorating. The open sea, hearing the beats of the men’s hearts around me... for once in a great many moons, I was looking forward to what was a head... if only I knew thou what was waiting for me... it changed my life... hope changed my life.

As the ship came to port it docked slowly, thoughts of what I was going to do next filled my mind... I departed slowly, looking back once more on the ship that I had sailed on for days. Then taken a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty sea air, I left the ship behind and headed toward the marketplace.

It was filled, wall to wall with vendors of all kinds. Some were selling below quality cloths, others it was jewelry, and foods and wines, even more were weapons of every kind, shaping and color. Swords covered each of the tents, ranging from small to fiercely large. The more I walk threw the marketplace threw the hordes of people shopping for there own needs I notice from the corner of my eyes. I was being followed by not one but by five different men, all ranging in size and stature.

Smiling secretly to myself. I rounded several corners; until I was alone cornered in a dark alley covered in old red and brown torn rugs and beat up old boxes. Standing completely still, I waited. My eyes gleamed with the thrill and thought of killing. I readied my nails, bawling and releasing my fingers until they were completely relaxed. My eyes turn their crimson color as always and as the first man rounded the corner. I sensed the other men coming up behind me, jumping the wall with a clumsy fall attempting to box me in. The men themselves didn't look too dangerous, only desperate and filthy...

The leather that they wore was crusted in a thick layer of dirt and dust, they where all in desperate need of care and food, thou they still carried themselves as any other man would, heavy, pushed out chest in an admit to show there strength, knifes on each and a disdainful look carved on all other their face as it where etched in threw years of torment and blood shed, In a word, these man before me lacked anything other then the dirt that clung to themselves.

The closes of the men spoke clearly in a husky, low voice. He quickly told me to strip any goods I had and to give them my blade as he and the other drew there own. Smiling, I told them to try and take them for me, as I shifted my feet into a defense stance and finished saying if they dared finishing what I said with a smirk . They looked questionable to me then to each other before the man who was beside me stepped forward cocky in his abilities as a fighter and as a man. He lunged forward, his knife drawn. Stepping sideways, I grew my nails out to the full extent. Harding them like steel, and bring them up, slicing his throat open with one smooth motion.

The others looked on in terror as their friend fell dead, his throat open spilling out a massive amounts of blood on the dirt covered ground. Holding my hand up to examine my blood covered hand, I licked in between my fingers drawing the blood in my mouth, savoring the taste and texture as the copper tasting blood slid easily down my throat. Smiling and turning my head towards the cowering men before me. I took a quick fighting stance, and lunged towards the closest one. Thrusting my right hand forward burying it deep within his stomach then giving my hand a sharp twist and punched my hand totally threw him. I threw him to the side like a rag doll. He landed dead, a gaping hole in his abdomen where my hand was.

Turning to face the last three men that stood before me, my arm covered in their friend's blood, I moved my hands in the twelve parts sequence, very quickly, and released three black energy orbs directly at them, vaporize them where they stood, leaving nothing but a small pile of ash without giving them even time to scream.

Smiling inwardly and outwardly. I slowly walked towards one of the fallen men that I had gutted only seconds before. Kneeling beside him. I picked up his knife twisting it in my hand and was about to cut off a part of his flesh. When I felt something that made me freeze. A power. A power that might rival or even surpass my own. A shiver of fear and excitement ran down my spine as I rose. Turning slightly from side to side. Scanning the entire area with my demon eyes I kept feeling the same shiver going up and down my spine. Until finally, my eyes landed on shadowy figure at the end of the alley that I was in, hidden deeply within the shadows covered in a heavy veil. He roses his head slightly, letting silver locks escape from under his hood and shimmer within the high morning sun rays.

Slowly taking one step in front of the other, I approached him cautiously, only because I could still fell the shivers that he was given me, but as I took another step towards him I heard a crash behind me, I poised my nails out and whipped my head around, seeing nothing but an alley tabby hissing and snarling at me. Turning back to the man at the other end of the alley he was gone without a trace. Dropping the knife I was holding in my hand and running towards the end of the alley. I looked around the crowded streets. There was no sign of him.

Looking up and down the street full of the crowed people there was still no sign of him, only the never ending ebb and flow of people moving on with there day to day lives. Angry and enraged at myself I slipped into the flow and disappeared with the hoards of people still hungry for my pound of flesh.

Days passed as I looked for the man. I need answers and I thought I could only get them from him... no matter what I had to find out why I had that kind of physical reaction to him... why it took everything I had not to rush him and rip his throat out then. But then again... maybe it was my demon side reacting to the power I felt when he was around. Maybe all demons, half breed or not react to power on levels as there own, or stronger. I wasn’t really sure about that, only because I have never felt another power that could even dare to rival my own, even thou I knew they where out there.

But as another day of searching came to an end I retired back to a ratty inn I found at the end of town. It was a shit hole filled with boozed up thieves and whores of all kinds selling the only thing they had. As I stepped into the poorly lit and heavy smoked filled air room I saw at least four dozen men in the room with at least half a dozen whores around the room, trying to make a few gold. This place was truly the scum of this town.

Whores and men alike watched me as I approached the dirt crusted bar and order my drink. I don't know if I had a sign in back of me or something but one of the drunken fools approached me... boozed up breath and the heavy stink of death and fish on him. It took everything I had not to kill him right then and there. But that didn't last long, as the bartender was setting down my drink I back handed the filthy man, sending him crashing threw the opening door just as my drink was set down just when he was going to try and say something to me.

All the men stood drawing there blades as the women ran to far right corner, huddling together out of fear. I turned and took a long drink as I listened to one of the men saying to the others to kill me while the bartender ducked himself behind the bar. Licking my lips clean and setting the metal mug down I faced all the men. All posed to attack at the slightest flinch of a muscle. Smiling I stood up, all of the men took a step back and my smile grew slightly by there reaction. Just like all the others... pathetic. I thought as I made my hand knife like and willed out a small but ever growing black flame at my wrist.

Within seconds the flame was covering my hand, making it into a black flaming dagger. Several of the men that was in front of me lunged. As I lifted my arm whipping it from left to right in one smooth movement, sending a wave of black fire out like a tidal wave crashing down. Dozen of screams then nothing... leaving only a heavy smoke filled room. As the smoke cleared the floor was covered in a new, lighter layer of dust that was still settling to the wooden floor beneath me feet, piles of broken and smoking leather with money bags and weapons everywhere. There where no men left in front of me... only the crowded corner of women. And the bartender behind me cowering with a shaking sword in his hand.

I drank the rest of my mug and turned towards the women all where crying and begging to be spared....I don't know what is with me and woman... but I can't seem to harm them... unless they try and kill me, then I have been known to rip them apart just as I would with anyone else that stood in my way. After a quick smile to one of the younger girls I turned and left. As I door shut behind me I heard the shouts of the women fighting over the moneys I left behind.

The cold night air was crisp and wanting to be hugged. Looking up slightly I breathed deeply, trying to deiced what I was going to do next. Then just as quickly as before I felt a sharp tingle traveling the coarse of my spine and as I turned around I saw a figure in a heavy coat lunging towards me with speeds I had never seen before, I jumped back quickly avoiding a clawed hand only to be knocked into the side of the building I was in only seconds before. Sliding down the side of the building, leaving an indent from the force of the impact, I coughed up blood as my eyes dazed over with the figure standing over me... then everything went black...

As I slowly opened my eyes, a blinding light struck my eyes forcing me to pinch them shut and groan from the attempt. A shallow voice spoke above me. I couldn't understand them for my head was pounding too hard to even focus straight, slowly and more carefully I opened my eyes again. They where blurred and heavy...but... my body felt like stone. Impossible to move. And even as I tried to just move my fingers it was impossible. They all felt like each had a mountainous amount of weight on them. As I started to struggle slightly I felt the same tingle again. This time it was monstrous as it made me gasp and inhale quickly.

I heard a slight chuckle from behind me as I started to shake from the sheer power that I was feeling so close to me. A soft... almost kind voice came... asking if I was alright. I couldn't answer only because the feelings that where coursing threw my body was too much to almost bare until I gave up and passed out.

As my eyes slowly opened again, the light was low and I could feel some of my body but as I moved a blue shield appeared and sent what felt like a dozen swords into my body at once, I screamed and fell back down whimpering slightly, the shield disappeared and as I turned my head slightly I saw a glowing rock... or was it a crystal glowing and retracting the blue energy... “great” ... I said quietly as I let my eyes slid shut, my body still throbbing in pain from the burst and most painfully energy that was just shot threw it.

I'm not sure how much time passed as I laid there. Until I felt that tingle again at the base of my spine. I stayed still. Eyes open. As the figure came closer still in the heavy leather cowl. I watched him intently as he sat beside me. His faced was still covered and he was still in the shadows, but I could make him out a little more, even threw my blurred eyes.

He was just as tall or even taller then I was, he wore a heavy cowl that covered his face and his torso like a shield and on his hip looked like a whip... a thick one at that. His head moved from side to side. “How are you feeling?” I didn't say anything; I only watched and wondered how a man could have such a soft voice... “then don't answer” he quietly said and rose to his feet after a few minutes passed... no I didn't want him to leave... I liked the feelings that where running threw my body. “I-I h-hurt...* I coughed trying to say it without too much pain in my voice... it didn't work. He slowly turned back towards me and sat beside me again; gently placing a gloved hand on my forehead.

My instincts flared. I wanted nothing more then to twist my body around and rip out his throat... thou with my body hurt and twisting as it was... I had a hard enough time breathing... let alone killing anything right now. “You should rest...” I looked up slightly and saw him staring down on me... the tingles where still there but not as strong as they where once before... there his gloved hand kept gently stroking my forehead.... and I couldn't help but shake... I'm not sure if it was the pain... or what, but all I knew was I enjoyed feeling the closeness of him...

As he got up slowly I watched but then I realized that he touched me without getting shocked... the shield must be gone... I sharply sat up and came into full contact with a blue energy shield that sent what felt like the old powerful spells that I had fought off thousands of times before... but as I tried to lay back down I found myself screaming and thrashing in pain unable to move as sores and welts formed as the blue shield burned threw my flesh spilling my blood on the soft bedding I was on. As I was thrashing about I felt two hands push me down as I coughed up blood covering the hands that just saved my life. As I lazily looked up I saw two emerald eyes looking back at me then everything went black

As I woke again, I felt hands on untouched areas of my body, feeling the same tingles running threw my body while my body itself was still racked with pain as I groaned and felt the hands press slightly into my sides, sending sharp needle like pains threw my side, I groaned slightly as they pressed more into my side, the hands themselves where soft and feather light as they touched me. I groaned again and opening my eyes to blackness of the room.

Slowly I crawled my hand along my torso until my fingers where touching my face. I could easily feel hours... even day’s worth of old crusted blood on my cheeks, as I inched closer to my eyes I found that they had been bandaged. Moving my hand back down, all I could feel where the soft bandages covering every part of me; inhaling sharply I tried to sit up then felt two hands on either side of my shoulders push me down again and a cooing. “lay still... your going to hurt yourself more if u get up like that...” after a brief and fruitless struggle I settled back into the bedding that was stained with my blood.

Days turning into weeks and weeks into months as he nursed me back to health. He never allowed me any kind of human flesh what so ever, the first time I asked for it in fact he kneed beside me and gently cupped my cheek in one of his hands and told me I didn't need it... all I needed was time and plenty of other kinds of foods, after a brief fight, which he won easily. I started to eat the norm again. After I refused to eat for over four days, until hungry overwhelmed me. First it was only small grains, rice and broth only. Then he moved me to small pieces of chicken, boar and wild game, until I was eating full meals that didn't include human tartar.

Thou I questioned why he was keeping me alive. If I had a bounty on my head and he wanted to get it, he should have turned me in weeks ago but no... I just laid there... watching him move about... reading and watching after me, taking care of me... and even past all that time he never removed his cowl while in my presents.

As I was sleeping one day, almost a full three months after he had captured me as I figured it... I felt a cool breeze on my face, and even as I struggled to remain still I felt his presents next to me... sending the same shivers up and down my spin. I could feel him kneeling beside me like he had done hundreds of times before. As I felt his hand gently stroke my forehead again I felt a tiny buzz of energy be removed from around me. He rose and left my side, as I opened my eyes and lifted my arm carefully in the air...nothing. The shield was gone.

Grinning I rose slowly growing my nails out and hardening them, after a brief moment of needing to remembering how to use my legs, I walked towards where my capture had escaped too. A small room where he usually went too, to rest away from me and all of the troubles that his heart they have burdened him. The walls of the room where covered in books lit dimly by a few candles spread out... in the center of the room was a lager chair, with a sabor cats hid covering it. As I inch across the room staying close to the wall I kept my hand at the ready nails poised for any sign of movement as I reach the entrance to room I peeked in slow around the corner.

As I stood and watched I saw him slowly removed the harden leather that he used as his shield and cowl. I found that he didn't only wear a heavy leather coat, but also a black and purple form fitting outfit underneath with small glimpses of what looked like a white silk shirt peeking out from all the edges that could be seen from his harden leather shirt. What was most strange, the leather outfit that he was wearing under his cowl looked more like a boostda', not something a warrior would wear but a woman, and I had to admit the boostda' that he was wearing, fit him very nicely. Making him look like a woman as well.

He slowly peeled off one layer of leather after another. Until he stood only in his boostda' and tight form fitting black leather pants, with an onyx belt closing the gap between the pants and the boostda', as his whip hung slightly off to his hip. With anger boiling inside me I poised my nails at the side of my face and lunged at him. He quickly turned at speed that I expected slashing at the air above my head just as I ducked and lunged forward knocking him off balance and into a wall, as I raised my hand and pointed it downward he raised his head slowly, and I meet the emerald eyes that I only met once before, but they were not on a man's face, they where on a young woman's face, with long flowing silver locks that flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall.

As I looked at her wide eyed I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, as I glanced down I saw her hand. Buried deep within my stomach, up to her wrist. I felt small droplets of blood escape my body and as my eyes rose to meet hers filling with tears of pain I fell forward, limp on her body, my arms hanging on either side of her twitching as I tried to focus. I coughed hard spitting up blood with each choke. And just as suddenly as I felt her hand enter me it was gone again shooting a huge pains threw me, only to have one of her arms wrap around me in comfort and warmth as the other pressed hard against the hole in my stomach.

As I laid there, still, I listen to her heart; it was beating hard and fast, totally in sequence with mine. Then as I let my eyes shut, expecting death to take me I heard a soft whisper in my ear asking me why, why did I have to do it, why did I have to try, why did I have to try to kill her.... Than all went black again.

I don't know how long I was asleep, though I know it was long enough for her to bandage my wound that she caused and long enough for the pain to dull to a slight throb. I was back in the same bed that I had been for months. Though as I tried to move, I found I was bound to the bed that I was laying on with heavy leather straps on each of my arms and legs. I looked around for any signs of the woman that I had come in contact with only moments ago. But she was nowhere to be seen. I laid there for hours, but it felt more like days, and even as my head spun. I tried to regain some control of my senses and abilities.

Even more than that, I questioned why it was so painful to be hurt by her. True I had felt pain before, but nothing like this. I have been burned, stabbed, whipped and beaten within an inch of my life. But none of that compare to one painful experience that I had felt with her. My mind wander the possibility, but my thoughts were interrupted by the tingles and someone gently placing their hand on my forehead. As the person came in sight, I saw it was the silver haired goddess kneeling next to my bed.

She spoke calmly and clearly as she looked into my eyes. Looking deep within them, trying to find an answer I would assume, as I was trying to find one in hers. In a calm, clear voice, almost water like, she spoke to me. “Why did you try to kill me?” I looked away in shame that I had no answer only that I wanted her dead just then; she repeated her question over again. This time, making me look into her eyes. In a steady voice, she repeated again “Why did you try to kill me?”

My eyes swelled with tears, as I forced my face from her grasp. “You feel it don't you?” I glanced back at her, with more questions in my eyes than anything else. She smiled gently at me. I didn't understand. How could she BE like this? All I've ever known was hatred. More than that hatred, fear, anger, loathing... a contempt for everything that lives. Death. Destruction. And killing. That's my life. And now I‘m face-to-face with something, something I cannot understand, and I'm not even sure I wanted to at that point.

I enjoyed the feelings that she was sending threw my body, coursing through my veins. The only thing I regretted was being bound, unable to reach up to her, unable to touch her... that was my only regret. And I made it a point, as I struggled more against the bounds that held me in place. Writhing my body, from left to right. Until she gently placed her hand on my forehead and I stopped immediately breathing heavy feeling the tingles increase double then what they where before. I watched her and she watched me back.

I could feel my demon blood boiling, it hurt to get out. But even then, as she watched me as I watched her I couldn't help but feel calm. She was literally thee most beautiful woman I've ever seen and for some reason, she didn't want to hurt me, not like my former master and I didn't want to hurt her. I closed my eyes tightly, and forced my demon side down, down until I could feel nothing left but my human side reemerging slowly.

As I slowly reopened my eyes I was greeted by the most beautiful smile I have ever seen before. “Welcome back” I looked up at her confused. She smiled slightly as she unsheathed her knife. A brief moment of fear and panic swept through my body and mind until she held the blade in front of me showing me my reflection in her blade.

My crimson catlike eyes had disappeared, my old normal human eyes were back, my hair was still jet black, but what was most surprising to me was I could feel my demon side totally suppressed and me totally in control of it. Admittedly it was a welcome sight; even the feelings were most welcome. As I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that the she was untying me as I laid there motionless, lost in my own thoughts.

As she untied my last bound, I sat up slowly wincing in pain from my stomach. Slowly I inched towards the edge of the bed throwing my legs over letting them hang freely. The woman who had cared for me stepped back, more out of caution. I looked up to her briefly admiring how her face looked in the dim light. Her curves were just right. Perfect cheek bones and enchanting eyes.

I thought briefly to myself, if I could think up a beautiful woman, the woman before me, wouldn't even come close to one the I would think up. I stood slowly on shaky legs, and then glanced around the room quickly. I eyed the exit for a minute and considered to leave right then and there, but that thought faded as I felt a hand gently take my own. “Are you okay?” I gave no answer again. I was too dumbfounded by her beauty and kindness once again.

She lead me into another room and sat me down in a large oak chair covered in the sabor fur, she sat beside me and started to explain why I was there and why she had kept me for so long.

She never said her name, only that she knew that I was a half breed and because of that reason she had been looking for me when I was still owned by my former master. More then that she told me she wanted to 'help' me go back and reclaim what I had lost when I lost Cono. At first I didn't understand what she meant, and then I didn't care. I stood abruptly and walked towards the door, speaking as I walked I said that I liked who and HOW I was, and I wasn't going to change for anyone. Let alone someone that had been keeping me prisoner for months without any signs of release.

I could feel her anger as I walked forward towards the exit, she yelled behind me that she wasn't going to let me leave until one of three things happened, first I was dead, second she was dead, or third I had my humanity back. I turned and smiled at what I saw... her eyes had changed into a primal form that glistened with blood lust, her stances said she was ready to kill with her right hand wrapped around the handle of her whip while her other was on her knife.

Lifting my hand I spoke clearly with ice in my breath... "If you really want to try and kill me then do it... but I doubt even you have what it takes..." as my words left my lips I grew my nails out and flexed my hands. I closed my eyes quickly and when I reopened them the fire crimson tone was back as my pupils changed back to there cat like state. "Now...what is your choice?"

I watched her carefully; she showed no sign of backing down. I admitted to myself that it was nice to met someone, even if it wasn't a warrior that wasn't scared shitless of me. I flashed a smile and flung my hand up, sending a shock wave towards the nameless woman. The wave tore threw the hard wood floor and hit her dead on. Wide eyed she went flying against the wall, crashing into it making an indent on impact sending small fragments of stone into the air.

As she fell to the floor I smiled and left after a quick wave. As I exited I found myself in a large cave, after a quick look around I ran towards a small light ahead. After almost ten minutes of running I found myself in a large heavy wooded area with trees that blocked out the sun. I was sanding a little above the grassy forest floor. I jumped down and landed on my hands and knees rolling slightly. I stood and breathed in deeply, letting my lungs and ears fill with the sounds of the forest.

I beamed and picked a direction and started to run as fast as I could, jumping and flipping over fallen trees and pilled wood. As I was jumping over another fallen tree I felt a sting on my right, lower arm. Then a snap and I was smashed onto the forest floor with a dull thud.

"Leavin' so soon..." as I rose to my feet I saw the same woman that had kept me captive, holding her whip fast in her, looping it around her arm and holding it fast. As I stood lifting myself up from my knees I noticed what had made me fall, her whip had twisted itself around my arm and locked itself in place, digging it in my arm.

Smiling again I took the taunt whip in my hand then spoke quietly "I was going to let you live... but now I think I'm going to rip you apart..." I beamed as I clenched my hand around the whip then holding in grimaces of pain. I let my eyes drift away from her for a moment and saw my hand had started to bleed badly while my arm had gashes along where the whip had it. "...dragon scales..." I looked up and saw her frowning slightly "my whip is made with dragon scales... impossible to break, that's why you’re bleeding too... just come back with me and we can....HEY"

I lunged towards her with high speed, jumping from one tree to another then landing a hard kick to her stomach, forcing her to stumble backwards, but she never let go of the whip she held it fast in her hand and yanked on it bring me closer, then kicked her legs up hitting her knee in my already tore stomach, causing me to fall to my knees coughing hard. I looked up and saw she was bout to say something again and made a three part sequence with my free hand, sending a burst of razor sharp air at her torso, some how she avoided my attack and stepped away enough for the spell only to hit her leg, cutting right threw the leather that protected her leg and cut deep within her skin.

Afterwards as she stumbled backwards I lunged at her again, claws out and ready then slashed at her chest. Her eyes where half open as my attack landed as my eyes widened. While I cut her she had ripped threw my side with her knife. Falling to my knees then slowly raising again I turned and looked at her, her chest was bleeding badly and her legs where visible shaking while I still had her whip digging in my arm, my stomach and side was bleeding very badly now was readying myself to attack once more.

Are stances where the same, only she had hold of the whip and my arm was at the other end. She suddenly gave a hard yank on the whip, cutting deeper into my skin and forcing me closer just as she lifted her leg again to land a blow to my side, I blocked her with my chained arm sending the whips scales deeper in my flesh then rose swiftly, balling my fist landing a blow on her chin making her throw her head back and coughing up blood from the contact, while her head was still tilted back I kept moving and grabbed her throat with my free hand and smashed her as hard as I could on the forest ground.

Her face turned white as she landed with a slightly sputter as more blood left her body, I placed my knee on her arm that was holding the whip while my other knee was pressing squarely on her chest, digging into her wounds, while I squeezed my hand around her neck.

She clawed at me with her free hand digging her nails deep in my flesh as much as she could but she was more like a fish gasping for its last breath then fighting. She slashed at empty air as I pressed harder on her chest then grabbed my wrist to the hand I was chocking her with and smiled and closed her eyes.

I heard a cracking and looked up in time to see a huge chuck of tree falling. I moved fast and jumped out of the way as she rolled. She stood slowly on unsteady legs, drawing her knife back out, I felt her trying to draw something out of her, her eyes began to change to a bright white as bright smolders started to leak from her. I rushed her quickly and as she looked up my fist came down hitting her hard sending her smashing into the fallen chuck of tree, she lifted her knife quickly slashed at my arm, without it contact as I caught her wrist in mid swing and kicked her hard into the fallen tree cracking the thousand year old chuck of tree in half.

Just as quickly as the light started to was gone, evaporating to nothing, she laid limply in a pile of broken splitters and blood. Blood followed over my eyes as I easy removed her whip from her hand and released my arm spilling and grunting as more of my blood spilled as the scales where removed. I threw the whip at the far side of the tree and let it lay there as I kneeled in front of her scooping up the knife and did the same thing to it as the whip.

I watched for any signs of life, and I was given one, she took a deep raspy breath in as she bleed. I moved her face and met her pale white face, devoid of all blood. As she took another raspy breath I cupped her cheek in my good hand and moved my thumb a crossed her face, moving stray strains of blood crusted sliver hair. Seeing her hair wrapped within the broken tree.

After a few moments of letting her take her last breathes I let her head drop from my hand and drew it back, growing out my nails until it was ready. Her eyes slowly opened and looked at me, whispering a blood filled please... before passing out again as I brought my hand down...... cutting threw what I intended.... then getting up and walked away...
~*~

A low moan woke my restful sleep four nights later. Sitting up I stretched and felt my fully healed arm and stomach area one more time... It still was sore but nothing else...hearing another moan I stumbled into the room next to the one I was sleeping in and saw what I had intended to kill... but I had not. I only cut threw all of her back hair, shorting it greatly, leaving two long flowing groups of hair on either side of her face, hanging easily over her broken form.

As I slowly walked to her beside I sat beside her and caressed her forehead soothing her moans while the tingles returned to myself. She had been unconscious since the fight and I had been nursing her back to health as she had for me. Thou bandaging her wounds was very hard... even for me, considering I wanted to touch everything I saw and what I saw was everything....

But now she was healing nicely, for a neko demon... I wondered why she was so fast... as I was bandaging her, which she was making VERY hard I slipped and found her ear tucked in... Her beautiful purple fur covered ears. I spent hours after I bandaged her gently pulling and rubbing her ears, getting soft moans and other sounds of contentment from her as I did.

Every time she was in distressed now I gently rubbed the back of her ear, and she always calmed right down... I was even able to get a purr from her at one point which I was so happy bout, even thou I still had no reason or understanding why I had let her live, but I'm glad I did now... I was happy, happier then I had been in years, just as happy as I had been with Cono... even more so.

My train of thoughts where broken as she moaned in pain again and started to writhe back and forth. Gently I moved her closer and found her ears down, like always, then carefully I started to rub just between where her ears and head became one, a small shiver went threw her body and in to mine as I continued to rub gently, she slowly let her ears relax and curl up close to me.

I thought to myself that I would never do this for anyone but here I was, trying not to let her feel as much pain as possible, I shook my head and began to trace two of my fingers around her ear, getting a moan immediately, my fault I guess... I admitted to myself, then bending down I whispered in her ear as I continued to rub around her ear... "You win... I doubt you can take away everything that I have gained and learned bout my demon side... but I'll try if you don't give up on me..." "I-I...won't......." a soft voice came as I sat back up I saw her emerald eyes gazing up as me half closed.

Smiling I laid beside her continuing to rub along her ear. "I'm going to make you keep that promise..." I said quietly, she shivered slightly closing and reopened her eyes "G-good......" she whimpered out as she took my hand that was rubbing along her ear and kissed my palm gently, letting her lips linger. Then she looked into my eyes "Your mine now...and..." she inched her lips closer until she was breathing on my lips... "....I'm yours..." my eyes widened as she pressed her lips to mine, opening her mouth slightly licking my lower lip then pulling back and laid back down, watching me, smiling....

A hesitant smile crossed my lips as I laid still next to her, my lips still burning with the taste of hers, her hand reached out and caressed my cheek slowly, her thumb made long circles along my cheek down to my lips and back up... "d-did you like that...?" the nameless sliver haired goddess asked with a slight stutter in her angelic voice

Watching her dumbly feeling nothing but a searing heat she left on my lips I leaned forward stopping a mere inch from her lips, then closed the gap slowly pressing my lips on hers. I wasn't sure what to do thou I know what I wanted to do... as I reached up and held her head still as I slightly deepened the kiss slowly following her lead as she gently nipped and traced her lips on mine.

Feeling her lips on mine was electrifying, it was like a fire that started in the pits of my stomach and started to spread as she kissed me harder, licking and sucking on my bottom lip gently as she continued to move down my chin and rest her lips at the soft under flesh of my neck kissing and licking until she started to suck softly

Willing myself to stay still, she continued as I slowly slid my eyes shut. Then after she kissed me where she was sucking the wounderful feeling was gone, I opened my half-dazed eyes and saw her towering over me as she undid the clasp on her bandages, letting them slowly untwine and curl on the floor next to the bed.

Her chest was perfect two beautiful round globals that just screamed touch me with two softly rounded nipples off center of each, minus the three and a half long scares that I knew would heal without a scar in a matter of weeks, it was practically gone now...

The goddess before me blushed and shyly covered her chest by crossing her arms, smiling up at her I pulled her down on top of me, uncrossing her arms just before she laid on me, just as she started to speak again I quickly started to kiss her quieting her but a slight moan that escaped her lips.

I let my lips kiss her deeply for what it felt like hours, her hands held mine down half way forcefully as she kissed me, as I opened my lips again she opened hers and darted her tongue in my mouth, pushing against mine as her body pressed more upward on mine.

My eyes widened with surprise then after a brief struggle to get my hands free she gently trailed her tongue around the tip of mine sending shivers of pure ecstasy up and down my spine, as I relaxed again, kissing her the same way she was kissing me I felt a slight moan escape from me... then she stopped and raised her head, looking deep within my eyes.

I could feel the heat pouring out of my face as she held me still; looking down on me, both hers and my breathing was heavy and wanting for more of what we both had felt. As she looked deeper within my eyes her eyes lit up for some reason, a huge smile graced her beautiful features as she kissed me again, only this time it was hard and passionate unlike anything that I had ever felt before.

My hips instinctively moved up to met hers as my heart speeded up, when she broken the kiss again, I moaned in protest, I still wanted to kiss her, it felt so good but all thought of that left my mind as she started to kiss and lick around my neck again, while at times she let her teeth graze the soft flesh of my neck.

Moaning more vocally, tipping my head back and exposing my neck out of instinct to keep the wounderful feeling to last as long as possible as my goddess nipped my neck small trimmers surged threw me as my mind slightly spun.

As her teeth grazed my neck again tracing her lips towards my ear she whispered lowly "I want you..." drawing out the last letter as I felt her leg press itself firmly in between my own. Inhaling sharply my eyes glazed over as she started to unbutton and lift my shit over my head, exposing my lightly colored chest

She slowly bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth and suck gently, rolling her tongue around the already harden piece of flesh, while her hand trailed down my arm then my neck and shoulder to my other breast, squeezing it lightly rolling my other nipple in between her fingers...

A slight moan escaped my lips as I placed a hand on the back of her head as she sucked slightly harder while she pinched and twisted my other nipple in between her fingers sending wave after wave of heat threw my body. Then she switched and repeated the same process all over again

Minutes felt like hours as she finally lifted her head and kissed in between my breast, leaving a salve glazed nipples behind, trailing her lips down with feather light kisses down in between my breasts, then my stomach... resting her lips there as she pulled my pants down and threw them aside. Exposing every inch of myself to her hungry eyes

I felt my cheeks flush as she stared back up at me as she crawled in between my legs and back up my torso kissing me here and there sending slight shivers of pure pleasure threw my body sending my head reeling. As she started to kiss me again, she grounded herself in between my legs pushing down on me

Slight moan escaped as all the feelings surged threw my body, from her touch, to her lips to even the tingle at the bottom of my spine that hasn't left since I have been so close to her. My goddess planted her knee at my sex and pushed upwards slightly.

I breaked the kiss gasping. At the new found pressure. As my sliver haired goddess started to kiss me again, I let my hands slid down her sides, encircling her back then lower and after a brief moment of struggling opened and started to slid her pants down.

She sat up slightly and helped me remove her pants, never breaking the overwelling kiss we where sharing, then threw them aside like mine... leaving her just as nude as I was, and as she replaced her knee where it was I felt her put more pressure in back of it making me squirm slightly under her

She lightly trace my arms and took my hands in hers and kissed each of my palms, then placing my hands on either side of my head she started to rock into me, sending gasp after gasp from me as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, getting washed away in the feelings.

She lowered her head down and started to kiss and lick my neck again as one of her hands trailed down in between us and replaced her knee, rubbing around my lower lips gently, then she parted them and pushed one finger passed my entry, sending waves of heat mixed with pleasure threw me.

A low throaty moan left my lips as I raised my hips slightly to push her fingers deeper within me, she slowly started to find a pace quickly with her one finger as she pumped it in and out of me slowly at first then faster with matching each one of my moans.

As her hand was finding her way, I reached down in between her legs, feeling her fur soft pubic hair and slipped a finger in her inter folds, finding a warm, wet, slick area that I twirled my finger in getting a groan from the goddess above me, then dipping lower I found her entry and pushed in just as she had done with me.

Being rewarded with a long moan as she laid her head on my shoulder and pumped in me faster, I matched her pace quickly as my head started to spin. She nibbled on my neck and licked my ear pushing harder within me, whispering "r-right.... there....y-y-eessss like t-that.... “I on the other hand couldn't even speak what she was making me feel was so good... I was enthralled and wanted nothing more then to stay there and let her do whatever she was doing to me forever.

My breathing became harder and moaned louder as she added another finger and continued without changing her pace. Following her lead again, I did the same... as my body started to tremble with hers and felt a sheet of pure pleasure wash over me. Arching my back up and screaming, seconds later my goddess did the same and we both collapsed on each other and passed out

As I started to open my eyes slowly, I found my sliver haired goddess laying on top of me, breathing slightly heavy with an odd glow about her, I smiled and tucked strains of lose hair behind her ear. As I breathed in deeply, smelling something I had never smelled before, and whatever it was, it made my stomach hurt with huger.

Gently I lifted her off of me laying her beside me and followed my nose down my goddesses torso to in between her legs, they glistened with what I wanted, what I was smelling, and what I had to have. Gently I parted her legs and licked around wherever it glistened. Sending shivers up both of are spines and moans out of my goddess.

Licking greedily I searched out the soars origin of the sweetest thing I ever tasted in my life... and just as I found what I was seeking and dipped my tongue in drawing out as much as possible, I felt two hands hold my lower half still.

As my goddess moaned slightly as I dipped my tongue back in holding her tightly as if I would let go I would never get it back as I felt something long slid in between my legs and my lower lips being parted, forcing myself to stop for a moment I looked up and my eyes widen double in size as I saw my goddess purple fur covered tall poised and ready.

She parted my lower lips a little more and moved the tip at my opening and slowly twisted her tail in, causing my eyes to double and scream slightly as I hugged her leg with tears forming, she stopped just as a little over an inch of her tail was within me and moved her leg back to where I was before, my mouth mere inches from what I was devouring seconds before

As I lowered my lips to hers again I was given a slight moan as she started to twist her tail within me, the smooth fur, stroking my insides sent bolts of pleasure threw me and I doubled my efforts. Pushing my tongue and twisting it within her causing her to cry out as she added more of her tail within me slowly trusting it in and out as she twisted it slightly

Feeling less pain and more pleasure from what my goddess was doing I slowly started to move with each of her thrust within me, moaning and groaning as I licked and sucked her sweet nectar from the source, her moans where the only thing I could hear as she started to pound her tail in me. I felt the same heat and knew I was close to what I felt before...

I clamped my lips around a small bud and sucked as hard as I could while I pushed two fingers in her fast and hard. Just as I did that she pushed more in me and I felt the sheet fall over me again and I screamed arching my back up and falling down again on top of her, panting hard.

My sliver haired goddess was the same, she laid motionless, panting, with her tail still deep within me... after a few moments of resting I rose to my knees and reached under me, and then grasping her tail I removed it slowly with a slight moan from each of us

I turned around and laid beside her, still breathing hard and heavy, her eyes were closed and it was clear that she was asleep, as I moved closer to her I curled up to her like I had done with Cono so many years ago and fell asleep with her….


~~*~~*~~

"Hurry up!!! We're going to miss the boat!!" The sliver haired goddess yelled at me.

I was running and jumped on the same kind of boat I took here. I saw my goddess leaning on the side railing, as she looked out to the sea; the cool ocean breeze blowing threw her hair, making it dance side-ways in the wind. I slowly walked up and leaned next to her. Thinking bout my promise.

As I glanced sideways at her, The promise I made to her after that one night filled my head... my blade... my life... and a promise to try and not to fight whenever possible... she also promised to stand by me, to help me find and reclaim all that I had lost. Smiling I looked towards the ocean... then thought of something...

"Hey..."

"Hmmm..." my sliver haired goddess looked at me

"What’s your name you never told me it..."

Smiling and chuckling she looked back to the open seas and spoke clearly "My name is Hope..."

Leaning on the railing I smiled as we casted off back home, to a new unknown with my Hope...

~The End?~


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~~Definitions~~

~ Note from Author~
All info was gathered from…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page

~Geisha ~
Geisha are female Japanese entertainers whose profession includes music, dancing, communication, and entertainment of all kinds.

~Sabor~
Made this animal up... I had the picture of a lager saber-toothed tiger in my head when I did... so it’s kind of short for saber-toothed tiger I guess... sorry for the confusion.

~Kaiken~
A small, durable sword, four to six inches long (normally), steel blade, with a redwood handle, known as the common female weapon of choice. This favorite weapon of the Kunoichi (female ninja) was a small skinny dirk. The kaiken could easily be concealed in one's garment or sleeve. Also known as a Tantô

~Akuma~
Is a Japanese term. It may stand for:
Personification of evil and darkness; demon or Satan in Judaism, Christianity and Islam
A god that blocks one's path to nirvana; Mara in Buddhism
A very wicked person

~Contoo~
*laughs* Sorry everyone, Made this one up too... I needed a word that could symbolize death but I didn’t want the old skull and cross bones... or is that Pirates???

~Kusari~
Kusari-fundo
The ninja at times also carried a long piece of chain usually two to three feet in length, with two weights at each end. It was concealed from sight for the first strike, it could be swung or thrown to entangle.

Kusari-fundo is a weighted short chain that is closely-related to the kusari-gama in application. It is a close range weapon, ranging between eighteen and thirty inches in length (approximately the lent, and generally constructed of a non-reflective etched steel chain. This flexible weapon can be used to strike, snare, or entangle the enemy or his weapon.

~Neko~
The Japanese word for cat