Psychosis

Ice draped itself with an eerie grace over every object in its vicinity. Long and slender, oh so deceptive fingers tipped with diamond talons that tore through the flesh of every horrid and nauseating mortal...the ones that dared to think that they were of a higher authority than the omniscient being that reigned over them with an iron fist.

Cold tendrils pierce the heart...

Savor the screams...

The fire that tore through shriveled veins roared with a clear and passionate ache.

Fulfillment.

His tongue traced over his lips, wetting the pale flesh as a deep groan escaped his mouth.

Hungry.

He was hungry.

With a sniff, long and cold, slender fingers traced over the head of thick, pink hair. A warm, sticky wetness clung to his fingertips, and the faint iron tang followed with a dark fervor.

Teeth digging into his lips hard enough to draw blood, he rose to his feet without a noise. The head in his hand swung by the bloodstained hairs clutched in pale and skeletal fingers, and clouded rose eyes gazed with a morbid curiosity.

He swallowed hard, the taste of warm blood and flesh coating the inside of his mouth. Moaning in simple pleasure at the presence of the liquid and battered skin, he made his way to the crumbling and smoking remnants of the entrance to the arena.

She was waiting for him by the door, the sun reflecting off of and illuminating her green hair. Her expression was one of solitude and contentment at his pleasure.

"Have you had your fill?"

Deep mauve eyes burned with a hellish sort of satisfaction. "What does it look like, witch?"

Flicking her green hair from her face with a graceful yet deadly twist of her neck, the immortal woman smiled softly. "I don't need you biting my head off, now, do I?"

"Keep talking and I will consider it." A purple gaze narrowed as the faint sound of clattering hooves and uninteresting chatter drifted over to then. "Why have they returned so early?"

"Perhaps they were impatient, much like you are.

He gave a huff of a laugh, the charred wind making dark strands of his hair sway almost enticingly around the pale muscle and bone of his neck.

"Should we wait for them?"

He was silent for a moment as he shook his head. "No, not now. They will have enough on their hands."

She was silent for a moment before she placed a cool hand on the taller being's arm. "Do you think this was a wise decision?"

The former prince fixed his darkened glare on the witch. "Are you doubting my motives?"

C.C. grinned softly, the wind making her lime hair wave oh so enticingly around her. "However you think of it, you just killed and ate your sister. I think it is right of me to have some sort of doubt."

The young man moved without warning, and then he was pinning the woman to the nearest wall. He loomed over her, a pillar of dark strength and hunger that burned with a feverish passion.

She shuddered as he leaned close, tracing bloody and cool lips over the shell of her ear. His voice was a grave whisper, and his breath, still laced with the scent of burned flesh and blood, lapped against her sweat-slicked skin.

"Watch your tone, immortal. You may not be able to die, but that does not mean I cannot make your life a living hell."

She panted heavily, shuddering beneath the icy weight of his body.

Lelouch grinned, grinding his hips and his erection against her waist as he sunk his sharpened teeth into the flesh of her neck, groaning at the gasp that came from her. He did nothing more, straightening and heading out towards the back entrance, uncaring of the corpses littering the field of the stadium.

"It would do you good to remember that you belong to me."

C.C. let out a heavy breath. She had dealt with past men like this before, but Lelouch was different. He had some sort of power of her, some sort of demented influence that was no doubt something that was not good for her. She knew she should get away while she had the chance, but they were hopelessly attracted to each other.

Based on what she had just witnessed, the young prince was more than capable enough to subdue her if she tried to escape.

"C.C."

She turned. Lelouch had stopped in his tracks, his hauntingly beautiful eyes locked on her.

"Yes?"

The young man tilted his head, licking the rest of the blood off of his lips with a salacious smirk. "The soldiers are coming. Take care of them for me, would you? I have to get back to class."

The witch picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps and the increasing roar of frenzied and furious voices.

She smiled.

"It would be my pleasure."