The Man in black
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Adult ++
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24
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Posession
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Chapter Eighteen
Posession
Peyton gripped the railing of the ship as they prepared to depart, his anger had faded.
He didn't know why but he couldn't stay mad at Tira, even though she was the root of most of his problems.
He had forced her away again.. maybe for good.. it was probably best for her anyway.
Someone coughed behind him, an obvious ploy to get his attention.
He turned his head around at jumped, spinning around.
It was Tira! how the hell had she found him?
Tira grinned at his shocked expression.
"Forget about these guys? she teased, sending her watcher flying
away inland. His expression changed to a look of false anger.
"I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me woman, are you daft?"
Tira looked down and walked forward, opening her arms and embracing him tightly,
burrying her face in his chest. He looked at her in suprise, he hadn't been expecting that!
She looked up into his eyes, she was crying.. really crying and not faking..
He looked back into her eyes and saw her, really saw her..
For a brief moment her madness was gone.
They both spoke in unison, "I'm sorry"
They made love that day.
It was not just sex, it had been love.
They had taken it slow, made each movement diliberately
and savored their intimet moment together.
She rested in his arms, fighting sleep.
He held her against him as she listened to his heartbeat.
The more she fought sleep the more it came in.
Her eyes went wide as she felt the familiar homicidal needs begin to creep into her mind,
reminding her of the pleasure of killing and the smell of blood.
The memory she had been given was being taken away from her, replaced by madness..
Tira cried out and held him tighter, trying to keep the memory for as long she she could.
Peyton didn't know why she was so upset, but he held her tighter.
She was almost asleep, the memory was fading quickly and almost gone completely now.
She looked into his eyes, taking note of their color.
Before she finally gave she thought of one final sentence..
*~I finally found you.. my savior~*
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Peyton was awaken early the next day by a constant thumping sound.
He looked up to see Cleon standing at the edge of the bed staring at them intently.
He smiled, "Well well.. what do we have here?"
Peyto ncouldn't help the sound of his voice as he yelled out,
"Cleon!?"
Cleon smiled as Tira stirred.
She looked at him coldly.
She was back to normal..
She grumbled and pushed away from him, "What the hell are you yelling about?
shut the fuck up already"
Tira got dressed and walked out of the cabin, Cleon tilted his head as he watched her go.
Cleon grinned when she left, turning back to Peyton who was still astounded.
"She's got quite an ass.. i'll give her that"
He jumped from the bed and grabbed his blade, holding it up at Cleon.
"It's not possible! you're not real.. what are oyu doing here?"
Cleon waved his exclaimatio naway, sighing.
"I'm still confined to your mind fool, I just thought i'd come
look at you're newest prize, she's quite the little morsel isn't she?" he added,
licking his lips and looking at the door.
He slashed at Cleon and his blade passed through him, leaving Cleon intact.
Cleon shook his head at the mans foolishness before walking towards him and enetring him.
Peyton spasmed, dropping his head low.
He smiled as he stood up erect, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
"Well.. we have a busy day ahead of us, lets get started then!"
The Butcher of Armindale's grin spread further.
Tira leaned on the railings of the ship, she was so bored..
She glanced around the ship, looking for somethign to do when she spotted an odd looking young man.
She walked over to the young man, leaning over on the railings to get a better look at his face.
He was fairly young, his blonde hair bounced up and down with each wave.
The boy wore strange clothes.. his hat was pointed as well as oversized.
The boy noticed her staring at him and shifted nervously.
She grinned to herself, messing with him might offer a distraction.
He tried not to look at her but found himself glancing over at her.
His face grew red as he noticed her ragged clothing barely concealed her breasts!
He coughed and looked out at sea, concentrating on it.
Tira smiled, "Something wrong little boy?"
He looked at her, "Um.. m-miss.. your, uh.. are.."
She looked down at her breasts, the boy was quite shy!
Tira cupped her breasts and let them fall, making them bounce.
"You mean these? oh don't worry, they won't hurt you" she said, winking at him.
The boy's face grey redder still when she made her breasts bounce.
She leaned forward, staring at his strange ears.
The boy was quite uncomfortable now, and she reached out to touch those strange ears of his.
A hand came forward and took hers, bringing it away from the young man.
"Now now Tira.. can't you see you are upsetting this poor boy?"
She looked back angrily, Peyton had stopped her from having fun again!
The boy let out his breath, he had not noticed he had been holding it.
Peyton turned to the boy, a strange look of knowledge present in his stare.
he nodded to him, "You must excuse my companion here, she gets bored quite easily"
The boy waved his hands in front of him, "N-no it's ok!"
Peyton tilted his head as he stared at the boys ears, it had not been the first time he had seen such
ears..
The boy pulled his hat down trying to cover his ears.. why did everyone stare at them?
Peyton laughed, clapping the boy on the shoulder.
"oh my boy, do not take offense! we do not see many peopel with pointy ears in
these parts.. you are not from here I take it?"
The boy nodded.
Peyton nodded, "I thought so.. might I ask what it is you intend to do around here?"
The boy looked from him to Tira before answering, not sure if he could trust them.
"Well.. I need to find something called "soul edge" "
Peytons eyes grew and he nodded in understandment.
"Ah, the blade of calamity.. yes, I seek it as well!"
Tira gave him a quesitoningly look, when had he ever said anything about
searching for that!?
The boy looked at him nervously, "Um.. why do you want to find it, if I might ask"
Peyton smiled, "Why.. I merely wish to stop it from falling into the wrong hands!"
The boys expression lightened, he was glad to hear it.
Peyton bowed his head to the boy and left with Tira.
Tira glared at him when they were back in their cabin.
"why do you always have to kill my good time? and what about soul edge?
you never said you wanted to find it!"
He turned to her and put his hand under her chin, raising her gaze to his.
"oooh my sweet Tira.. I merely wish it not to fall into the wrong hands..
anyone but mine will simply not do!"
Tira looked into his eyes, was he being serious?
A scowl grew across her face, his eyes had changed..
"who are you? you're not Peyton!"
Cleon grinned.
"quite perceptive my lovely little killer, I am not that fool..
I am Cleon, Butcher of Armindal.. and the one who made you cry
from pain in the inn!"
Tiras eyes went wild, he would pay for that!
She kicked him in the balls and he fell over, moaning in pain.
Tira smiled, "How did that feel, asshole?"
Peyton groaned, "it didn't feel good.."
Tira left the room as Peyton cupped himself.
Cleon smiled to himself as he sat on the broken throne of the once mighty king of Armindale.
He rested his hand on his fist, smiling.
"The creature who resides in the boys shadow will be instrumental in my
resurrection.. rest up my friend.. we have alot to do!"
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