Shadowglass

The grimy back alley stinks of garbage and sour meat, the air shimmering with imminent rain. Under a glowing midnight sky, he pulls her into his arms against the garbage skip and traps her there, her damp hair plastering to the metal. Her body feels broken and sore against him, like a worn-out doll. He sniffs her sunken face, brushes his mouth across her pin-pierced earlobe, and his skin sparks with electric anticipation. Soon, they’ll be together. He’ll make sure she never leaves. “Say yes.”

“Yes.” Unerring. Unafraid. Perfect.

“Good girl.” He nibbles at her lips, and when she doesn’t struggle, he cups her head in one hand and opens her for a kiss. Her delicious groan slides over his tongue, and he wriggles his thigh in between her legs, ready.

She misunderstands, fumbling cold fingers into his lap. He’s hard, but it’s not for the reason she thinks. He drifts his hand down the back of her neck, pressing to find the bones, sliding his palm over the ridges. They feel good, knobbly and fragile like china. The base of her skull is cool against his thumb, smooth and round, her ripped hair rough.

He tightens his grip, sharp claws slicing her skin. He jerks his wrist, hard, and simultaneously clips her under the chin with the sharp heel of his other hand.

Snap.

He pulls back to watch, holding her with his thigh. She’s not dead. Panic flowers her rolling pupils and slackens her cheeks, and shock fills her mouth with drool. Her fingers jerk uselessly. Paralyzed.

The knowledge hits her, and she screams, high and breathy like dust, the only cry she can manage. No one will hear.

His pulse stings with pleasure at the hoarse sound, and his erection swells tight and sore. Not long now. “Nearly there, sweet. Don’t cry.” Tenderly, he fingers tears from her lashes and licks them to taste her salty sorrow. He searches with his thumb for the pulse in her throat.

Her eyes widen, bloodshot. She tries to croak out words. “No . . . changed . . . my mind . . . stop it. . . .”

But she can’t move. Can’t escape. Can’t break his heart with lies and cruel laughter. He pierces her with his steely claw, and twists. Blood runs, warm and alive on his hand, down his arm, sparkling thickly all over his skin. It feels good.

She screams again in rage and denial, thrashing her head back and forth, but the blood only squirts harder from the gash in her throat. Such a little thing, moving her hand to close the wound.

Dennis grabs her hair to hold her head still and sniffs, reveling in the rank stink of fright. “Hush. It’ll take a minute or two. Enjoy it. It’s what you wanted.”

Blood spills faster, darker, plopping on the ground like thin ketchup. Her terror-wide pupils glaze over as she realizes she’s dying, and urgency hitches Dennis’s breath. “Come on, sweet. Give in for me.”

Her jaw jerks, quivering her blanched lips. He waits with shaking limbs for the surrender that means she’s his forever. Then her face slackens, and release rips through him. Molten heat, sharp in his guts like an iron spike, dragging stinging liquid from him along with his groan. His heart overflows with fondness and desperate relief. He clutches his lover close, slicking his cheek in her precious blood, but it’s fleeting, this connection they have, after only a brief second it’s gone, and he whines in desolation and scrabbles his claws through her hair, but by the time he’s finished, she’s dead.

Notes

Heyy guys, so this is kinda just a little filler that adds on from the previous chapter. Hope you enjoy!!!!! And i will be updating very soon again....yay :p

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