From within the globe of protection, Anya watches the night returns to stillness. The gray, bleak darkness of the cemetery returns. “Katie,” she whispers. Her arms tremble as Keane releases the dome and her head droops. Anya weeps for the loss of her lifelong friend. Keane rushes towards his daughter, hoping to provide the comfort she needs.
Anya leaps to her feet and her grief turns to fury. Her eyes flash from solid black to the amber color revealing the struggle within. “I didn’t ask for any of this,” electric blue wings expand from her back and Anya screams in pain. Her tears are blood red and streak down her cheeks unchecked.
“I am a tour guide! Why is this happening to me?” she demands, looking at the two men who are supposed to be her father’s.
“This is all your fault!” she points at the two of them and steps towards them with a growl and her eyes flash from obsidian to gold. “All the immortals who walk this world think they have the right to play with humanities fate! I’m sick of being a victim. I’m tired of losing the people I love!”
Vorn watches and his mouth goes dry. If she goes full Herald on them, they won’t stand a chance. He can feel her struggle with her power. Anya is attempting to control it, but her pain is too great. “You need to go and take Keane with you.” Vorn orders Sebastian.
Sebastian starts to argue, but Keane shocks them all agreeing. “Aye, he is right. Sebastian.” Anya grabs her head and staggers in pain.
“Listen to him, Da!” She yells.
“Anya needs an outlet and if you stay, you will both die,” Vorn growls.
Sebastian glares at him and leans close, to make sure he is heard. “If you hurt my daughter, I will skin you alive and feed you to the wolves in the forest near my home, just so I can hear your screams.”
Vorn leans back, shocked at the vehemence before he grins. “Understood, go!”
Sebastian grabs Keane by his arm and leaps into the night sky.
Anya snarls and her eyes follow them. Her wings explode and hunger has her jumping into the air to track her prey.
Vorn snaps a whip out with a crack, wrapping it around her left ankle and jerks her back towards the earth. “Not so fast, you owe me a dance.” Anya falls to the earth with a bellow of indignation as he puts out the whip and turns to greet her. His silver skin glints in the moonlight glow and his emerald eyes challenge her. “You need an outlet for all your pain and rage.”
“Brilliant, you just volunteered!” She snaps and whips out a foot to kick him. The blow lands on his chest and sends him skidding across the icy ground.
Still, on his feet, Vorn laughs. “Come on, beautiful, is that all you’ve got? I expected more from the mighty Herald.”
The wind blows his white hair around his face and Anya forgets for a moment that she is furious as a new hunger forms in her mind and body.
The golden light that normally fills her eyes shift to mirror the green in his. Her wings evaporate and she picks from his mind an image of her in a black sheer, backless gown and stiletto heels. Vorn feels the impact of her siren call in his mind and his body reacts instantly. Lust, hot and heavy falls around them and they circle each other.
“There are many ways to vent one’s rage and frustration. Wouldn’t you agree?” She walks towards him, hips swaying and Vorn grins.
“Wholeheartedly.” Gentle fingertips trail across his shoulders and back as Anya circles him. Leaning close she inhales his scent and runs a hand up the back of his neck and into the silky white strands of his long hair. Anya pulls gently on his hair and tugs his neck to the side while pressing soft kisses to the tender flesh. His heart accelerates beneath the skin, tempting her with its rhythm.
“I’ve wondered about your kind, Vorn.”
His hand covers the hand that wraps around his shoulder and he leans back into her heat. “Have you?” He whispers softly.
“Mmm hmm, I’ve wondered how you would taste, would it be salty or sweet, intoxicating or tangy.”
Anya’s eyes flash and Vorn moves. Reaching back with one hand, his fists a hand in the back of her hair, while his other hand grabs her wrist. Dropping quickly, he uses the weight of his body to flip her overhead, then onto her back on the ground. Anya slams hard into the dirty earth. A thud is felt on the ground and she grunts out the air she was holding in. “The first thing you should learn about the Drow is never to trust them. We like our foreplay rough!”
Sheer outrage flutters through her mind as she sits up and looks at him. In a blink, she is back in her jeans, boots, and black top. “It’s a good thing that all I wish to taste is your blood then, isn’t it?” Anya climbs to her feet and grins at the Drow.
“For now, maybe.” Vorn can’t help but feel slighted. Perhaps he misunderstood her… he blinks, and she disappears.
“Shit!” He murmurs and runs swiftly out of the cemetery towards a forest. He will find shelter inside and the forest is simply… gone. Anya stands where the forest was, and her wings are extended. A blush of excitement covers her cheek as the thrill of the hunt fills her mind.
“Do you wish to dance, Herald?” He demands and Anya is intoxicated by him. Ebony skin and white hair, blowing around muscular shoulders. His eyes are glowing emerald green as he brings the full strength of his power to the surface.
“Yes, please. Show me all your moves, Drow.” Anya
