AssasSyn

- Laura-


(1)

        The assassin was creeping closer. She could feel it and there was nothing she could do: tonight she would die. She didn't like it, but she could still defy her fate and face it with dignity. She sat down on her chair, pushed her hair back and waited.
       A soft sound of moving feet was all that she heard before rising her gaze to that of her killer. She could not escape him, but she could make him to at least look in her eyes while he took her life. She gasped as she met his eyes. They were a swirling mercurial gray so penetrating that she felt stripped naked before him. He was a huge man, nearly seven feet tall, well muscled with long jet black hair. His face was harsh and possessed the kind of beauty that made women turn their heads more than once. "How the hell is he able to go unnoticed?" she wondered whimsically, but then again he was a lethal beast whose set of skills made even hardened soldiers stop frozen in their tracks.
       He started moving closer and closer like a panther stalking it's prey. Power clung to him like a second skin. He stopped so close to her that she could feel his body heat sapping into her very bones. Slowly, as in facing a frightened animal, he crouched low and took her chin into his hand forcing her to look even closer into his eyes. His touch was so gentle that for a moment she forgot why was he here.
       The contract was clear: he was to kill the High Priestess as bloody as possible to send a message to her allies regarding what was waiting them in the future. What he wasn't expecting, tough, was to find a young woman waiting defiantly for death to find her. He could sense her fear and admired the courage it took for her to look like that at him. He found himself intrigued by her. She was a small woman with an oval face dominated by huge black eyes. He could only guess that her temper was as fiery as the bloody color of her hair. Without knowing he smiled slowly at her, amused by the startled look she gave him. Oh yesss....this was a woman who could tame a devil and make an angel fall. Suddenly her eyes snapped and her hand flew: she slapped him. That was not something he expected. He laughed enchanted by her spunk.
       "Get over it" she hissed at him, challenging. "Don't play games, it's not worth our time" He watched her, surprised, as she slowly rose from her seat and suddenly he understood why her enemies were so frightened by his...THIS little woman. She was magnificent and her courage rivaled that of a seasoned warrior. He roused from his crouch and turned towards the windows. She exhaled slowly "Well?" he turned his head and with a taunting smile whispered "You're not meant to die tonight" Her surprised look brought amusement once again in his eyes. He couldn't kill her, she was far too intriguing and her fearlessness tugged at something forgotten in his heart. Oh, no, he wouldn't kill her, he'll make her his and the in the time it took her to blink he evaporated from her right. She sat there for a while to surprised to move. He was gone and she was still alive, but she had the feeling that she hasn't seen the last of him...




 (2)

        The alarms sounded sharply in the halls. They've found a body near the door. It was an assassin. A highly trained one; yet he was dead and she was alive. What had happened? they asked. She sent her senses out seeking, searching, but all she found was a white void in the space where all sound ceased even as the insects and the birds crept closer to the source. Suddenly an impression of a smile passed through her mind along with a distinct compulsion to search the dead man's pockets. She crouched low and patted him. Sure enough, there was a note addressed to her: "Take care little one" was all it said. it was signed "Syn" and she had the impression that this was his name, but why would he protect her? He was sent to kill her. She exhaled slowly and shook her head as she returned to her room.
        It was freezing, but she didn't remember opening the windows. Warily she opened her senses again, but this time she didn't find a thing. Ohhhh he was good, real good and she had the feeling that the only way she was able to sense him was because he allowed it, No wonder he was so feared. Turning her head from the windows towards the chimney she spotted a dagger stabbing the logs on fire. On the hilt it was attached a piece if paper that, surprisingly, it didn't caught fire. It said: "Use it and Keep it close". This was getting stranger and stranger. She touched the blade with one finger, it had a bluish glow and it was ice cold despite the fact that it had stood in the middle of the flames just moments ago. The handle, tough, was so hot that the contrast was staggering. Just who was he? Or more exactly what was he?

(3)

        It was good to be out. It was a while since she had been into a club. The music was loud, the bass and the heavy metal music was vibrated trough her body. She was determined to have some fun even if it killed her; too bad that she'd come alone, the bodyguards notwithstanding, it would have been nice to have that fun with. Still all was not lost: there were some males worth her attention; she mused as she saw a guy worth spiked black hair "Hmmm...tall, well muscled...hot...Oh, for Christ's sake, what the hell am I thinking?" she shook her head to dismiss the image of a certain assassin that seemed to plague her dreams more and more recently.
       As soon as she sat down at the bar, the bartender set a Jack on the rocks in front of her. Looking up she saw him smile "Compliments from the gentleman," he winked at her pointing towards the man she's seen earlier "Thanks" she said turning her head and nodding to the man. Suddenly a crash behind her made her turn her head. One of her bodyguards tackled a kid who'd come at her from behind. The teen was skinny and dressed all in leather, probably trying to look tough, still he had to be around nineteen years old, so just a kid in her book and while she might look young she was still too old for him so at nearly seven hundred years she knew better than that. She rolled her eyes cursing inwardly at how protective they were. Turning to the bar again she tried to take a sip from her drink only to find it gone. Frowning, she signaled the bartender for another, only to find out that he was being tackled by her guards too..."What the hell?" she muttered rising from her seat, the whole damned incident exploded into a bar fight. "Well, two can play that game" she thought as she punched somebody who was trying to grab her ass.
      Looking around she saw nothing out of the ordinary, but her alarm bells were shrieking so she opened her senses “God damn it” she muttered “Can’t a girl get a drink and relax?!?” she growled as she saw the spiky haired guy battling his way towards her. The movements and the cloaked power marked him as a trained assassin. Smiling she prepared to take him down, but never got the chance as a blurry form materialized in front of her killer. Tall, dark and powerful, the form took him down so fast that she only had time to recognize the flashing mercurial eyes. Turning, the phantom smiled slowly making her forget where she was. White-hot lightning danced through her veins, her breathing speed up and the markings on her shoulder burned, making her hiss. “What the fuck?!?” she murmured. That was supposed to happen only when her mate appeared “What the hell?” she growled again stunned. Her eyes were changing colors and a strange feeling surrounded her. It was like coming home, like some missing piece of her soul just clicked in place. The feeling was so staggering that her knees nearly gave up under her. She looked her gaze onto that of HER assassin and without even thinking she drew his blade throwing it at him. The surprise on his face would have been amusing if not for the scowling that followed at the hard crash behind him turning his back on her she saw him unclenching his hands and watched in fascination as arcs of electricity shot up on his arms as they enveloped the body. A roar came out from him and black rage saturated her senses as he strode prowling towards her.

      He stopped just a few feet from her and spread his senses searching, probing and a blast of rage consumed him, she was in danger. They were trying to kill her. She was HIS, nobody could touch her. “Mine” he growled “Mine” His fists kept clenching and unclenching and bright arches of electricity sparkled on his arms, his aura was a raging black tinged with red and surprisingly a pure silvery white. Eyes were glowing they too were changing colors towards the bloody red that signaled his loss of control. His emotions were spilling in waves so powerful that they were starting to affect his surroundings. Soon razor sharp claws will emerge and ten feet wide wings would appear. She didn’t knew how or why was she able to know this, but one thing was clear: She was the only one who could calm him down.

      A fine rumbling of the earth shook the club, a window cracked and soon pieces of glass and broken furniture started swirling around him, the energy of his rage was sparkling into the air, the pressure dropped so low that it was hard to breathe and the temperature shot up ho that the water started to evaporate.

      “Syn” she whispered slowly “Syn!” she walked towards him “Syn! I am here” she murmured quietly as she cupped his cheek. He seemed unable to hear her, his eyes focused on something else, something that only he could see “Syn!!” she shouted with a pained hiss “You have to stop, it hurts!”

      Somebody was whispering in his mind: Protect, Possess, Guard. “Mine” he growled. Somebody was calling him, he could not care less, they will die. Nobody will threaten her and live. He will rip them to shreds “It hurts” he heard a voice calling “You have to stop” it said. The small impression of pain near his heart shook him so hard that ripples of energy started to pour out if him in waves. He felt a small hand on his cheek and the same voice calling, lulling. Pain and a breathless cry snapped him: He was hurting her!

      Strong arms encircled her gently in a tight embrace and time stopped for a second. The energy was sucked back into the center. The electricity on his arms was still cracking, but it was dying down. She exhaled a relieved breath and relaxed into his embrace. Despite his display of power she felt safe, home. It was strange how an assassin sent to kill her could make her feel so secure and content just by embracing her. She felt a big hand in her hair and next she felt his mouth on hers. Surprise made her part her lips and he took full advantage of that. He invaded her, conquered her, possessed her. It was a rough kiss, artful and masterful meant to stake a claim and she could not even remember why she should not do this; all she knew was that she would never be the same again and that she would always belong to him.

      “Mine” he growled quietly this time “Yours” she answered softly.