Let me tell you about the night... (from_the_depths) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-02-17 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | mikkos, nikolaos |
Week Two: Tuesday
When: Night
Where: Hotel they are staying in
Who: Nik and Mikkos
Soft milky skin bruised beneath his grip. Subtle tears followed down smooth cheeks before a forked tongue trailed over them, riding the presence of them from her flesh. No matter the pain she moaned, breathless sounds that were nearly lost to the loud music she had put on when he told her to make herself comfortable. A gothic beauty, that is what they called it here upon the surface. Or so Nik had been told, not that he truly cared one way or another. All he had noticed was the ghostly pale flesh and all he had thought was just how brightly blood and bruises would stand out against it.
So brilliantly she’d been surprised at first, eyes wide and a strangled sound of a scream starting when nails first cut flesh. But human minds were so…easy to sway. Fear still held the air but her desire had taken it over. Her pleasure countered her pain, that uncertainty cast aside the moment Nik had first slammed her against the wall, making her entire back scream in pain before lips had roughly taken her own.
She wasn’t fully human but she did not even realize that hint of fae blood that swam sweetly through her veins. So blind to the world that she was now mixed in. It made her even more fragile, her bones so easily could snap….shatter….. Nik could feel the strain of them beneath his hands, squeezing and just releasing before they crumbled. Did the little girl realize just how much it took to hold back, to keep her form in one pale, and marred, piece?
Did she have any comprehension on just how he could make her scream….
But he was to behave. No deaths in the hotel, he’d given his word at least to that much. And so the pretty little woman with raven hair and smeared make up was let go. Released back to the night, brought to a cab with the help of a guard Nik had sent with her. It would take some time to heal from the damage done…one piece but Nik hadn’t been able to resist breaking a few bones. Just to hear the snap, just to hear the scream…
By the time she got into the cab she wouldn’t remember his face, the demon guard would muffle the memory, chase away the image and the name..fake as it had been that he gave her.
Nik hated holding back.
Blood was scattered across the room, smeared upon the wall, dotting the ground. Nik licked what remained from his lips before another guard came to knock upon the door. Nik finished pulling on a pair of pants before opening the door, sensing just who it was on the other side. “Your father wants to see you.” Here he didn’t even get to enjoy the remnants of the pain still scenting the air. “Of course, let him know I will be there shortly.” Nik remarked though he shut the door then.
A shower, a drink, a change of clothes…scarcely an hour later Nik was leaving his room to go meet with his father. The room would be seen to by one of their own, though he would be rather amused by the face a human room service worker would make. Still…no drawing attention to them. They had need to stay to those shadows still, keep the light off of them. They worked best in that cover but Nik could not deny there was a desire here, on the surface, to step out of it and test the limits of the mortals around him. Did all demons from hell feel that urge? That desire to just…test those human limits. To see how they truly compared…
A fresh suit was worn though no tie had been put on to complete the look. Steps were silent through the hall that lead him to his fathers room not too far from his own. There was no need to knock, another of their group opened the door to let Nik in.
“Father” a respectful nod of the head was given, eyes dropped for just a moment before rising again to meet his fathers own gaze. Always Nik gave him respect, respect earned from a man that time and time again had shown strength and power. Nik had reason to doubt that strength now, to question truly his father’s actions. Part of him held desire to sneer and hiss questions.
But no such thing was done. Nik gave no hint at all to what he knew or who he had..briefly spoken with nights prior. Until there was need for it such words would never be spoken. Unlike his mother Nik would not so blindly believe that his father would choose this world over their own again. Times were different now.
His mother did not believe any of that enough. Nik could only wait and see.