Eyes widened as she took a few tentative steps towards the mirror. Her unharmed arm stretched out to touch the reflection that stared back at her. Once her fingertips hit the glass, she brought them back to touch the blood that was drying on her face. It hit her hard when her body trembled. Her stomach tightened so hard that she felt like she would be sick. A pathetic whimper crossed her lips as she wiped, one handed, at the blood. She needed to get it off. She had to. It covered her but no matter how much she wiped, it only smeared. The harder she wiped, the more raw her skin became. She let out another cry when she realized new blood welled. The fear that filled her and pumped through her veins mixed with the craving for warm blood until, so confused, Raina reached for the mirror, pulled it down from the wall and tossed it angrily. When it hit the door and shattered into a million pieces, she stumbled backwards. Completely out of breath, she fell to the ground and let out a sob.
Raina hadn't known anyone was there. She hadn't even noticed the door opening, or the large form that filled the door way. It wasn't until she heard the voice that really shook her. Eyes raised to those soulful baby blues and her breath stopped. It knotted in her throat and everything ran cold. She stilled and blinked slowly. Flashes of that night played in her brain like a picture show. One frame he was kissing her. The next his hands were grabbing at her body. Then he had her against the forest floor, body penetrating hers. Her lips parted and the gasp she let out would have been no different than the one that took her if he had been touching her. She could feel his hands on her body, cupping every inch of her. She pictured him stripping from his dark clothes, letting them drop to the ground. Then he'd come to her and tear her dress from her body in one swoop. She could already taste his kiss and feel his mouth as it glided along her skin until his very well proportioned appendage was thrust inside of her again.
Just thinking about it had her body filling with heat, the tender spot between her legs moistening with excitement. A heated buzz rose like that same snake that had taken control of her that night in the woods. It felt like it had been centuries. "Desmond." She whispered his name, desire thick on her tongue. He'd finally come to her. He was back. She'd been losing hold of herself over these past weeks and was sure she couldn't bear his absence any longer. "You tortured me by staying away." She carefully rose to her feet. Words were becoming lost on her. Moreso than she wanted to even admit. "But you're here now." Stepping in towards him, Raina took her second step as more of a leap to get a hold of him. The pain from her arm was muted, forgotten, as a second feeling bubbled to the surface.
She'd had his body, and she'd had his blood. The thought of having it again, having what she so desired, it had her attempting to break through the skin. His blood was right here, and she needed to taste it again. She needed the burn. It made her crazy, wild.