Blood Descent

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Chapter Twelve

“Let me go!” I screamed at them as they held me immobile with their wills alone. Sathia shifted to her demon form midair. They crashed into each other with a snarl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Sathia hissed as she tumbled backward, Tristan’s fingers driving deep into her stomach and ripping down. He snarled in pain as she raked her talons down his arm. Blood, red and black flew into the air like thick mist, before dispersing and hitting the ground with a splash. Since I couldn’t feel anything but rage and my own pain, I knew he was blocking himself from me completely. Sathia’s tail rose, whipping through the air and smacking Tristan. He let out a scream of pain as he was flung into the far wall, spikes ripping deep into his side. I let out a shriek of fury, but I couldn’t do anything as the temperature dropped to the point of almost freezing. Tristan let out a guttural sound as wind whipped against my face. Sathia let out an inhuman scream as something I couldn’t see opened her up. She moved at the last second so instead of her chest, it was her leg that got the brunt of the impact. Hissing, growling, and snarling in pain and fury, they came at each other, claws slashing, Sathia’s tail ripping; Tristan’s whatever he was doing cutting her. His hands glowed, and he punched the demon in the face, sending her spinning. The spike she had embedded in his thigh, ripped through his flesh, spraying blood everywhere. They were on the far side of the room, but some of the blood managed to hit me, and it stung like the fires of hell itself. They came at each other again, and it looked like neither one of them were feeling the pain that had to hurt. It wasn’t even slowing them down as they pummeled the shit out of each other. Sathia’s fangs ripped into Tristan’s neck, hands, and arms as his own fangs did the same to her. They looked like dogs locked in battle of kill or be killed. Only, this was much worse than death. They both screamed as they tried their damndest to tear each other apart. By this point, their clothes were nothing more than pieces of fabric strewn all over the floor. The only thing that survived was the platinum silver chain around Tristan’s neck. Sathia let out another inhuman scream as she was thrown back and what looked like silvery beam of light slamming into her chest. What in the world’s fuck was that? I thought furiously as I continued to try and break free with no use. A volley of fire flew from Sathia’s mouth. Tristan let out a scream as my head began to pound in time with my frantic heart.

“You’ve changed,” Sathia snarled and dodged an invisible something. One of her wings hit him, sending him flying. “This is exciting,” she hissed, grunting and cursing as they blurred toward each other. They were so fast that I couldn’t track their movements. An eternity later, they broke apart, circling each other and waiting for the other to make a move. The only sounds in the room were their harsh pants and the drip, drip, drip of blood hitting the floor. Chills ran up and down my spine as I saw Tristan’s dilated eyes. No one was home in those eyes, and a touch of fear broke through my thick haze of rage. “You know, Stanton,” she hissed, pain suffusing her voice, her eyes never leaving Tristan even for a second.

“I,” I said, baring my fangs and straining against what might as well be an impenetrable barrier. “Will. Kill. You,” I finished with a hiss. “Let. Me. Go!”

“If you insist,” she hissed, and then launched herself at Tristan—the sudden icy chill of death magic filling the room. Tristan’s claws drove into the left side of her chest, but she only kept at it, slamming him into the wall. My deadly silver blade flew into her hand, and Tristan screamed as she drove it into his stomach. Her other hand flashed, grabbing the pendant around his neck, lifting it over his head and off.

“No!” I shrieked, and she grimaced as she jumped back. Fire spewed from her mouth, hitting Tristan fully. His screams drowned out my own as the demon grabbed him by the neck and bashed his head into the wall, abruptly silencing him. She let him dropped, the fire vanishing just as quickly as it engulfed him.

“Trust me,” Sathia said, groaning as she turned to face me. She tossed the necklace my way, and it fell to the floor with a soft clink. “You’ll thank me later.” I opened my mouth to speak, only to have nothing but white hot, agonizing, mind-numbing pain slam into me.

“Bitch,” I gasped and knew no more.

I came awake with a jolt, a split second before a cool hand came down on my chest and prevented me from bolting upright. “Easy there, sweetheart,” Tristan rasped softly as I blinked open my eyes.

“You god damn son of a fucking ass!” I exclaimed and resisted the urge to drive my fist into his stomach right here and now. He removed his hand from me, and I heard the crushing of plastic as he got up. I looked around at the bedroom we were in and was glad I couldn’t smell the lingering odor of demon blood. “How long was I out?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“It’s a little after nine in the morning.” This time, I did bolt up into a sitting position, and wished that I hadn’t a second later as nausea hit me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, breathing deeply and swallowing the blood that threatened to spew from me. Tristan, naked and freed of blood, turned from the trashcan in the corner of the room and was in front of me in a heartbeat. After throwing the blanket off of me, he slowly sat, and I groaned as the bed dipped under his weight. He rested his hand on my bare stomach, and I continued to swallow, breathing deeply as the heat from his palm seeped its way into me. A few seconds later, a weird gurgling sound could be heard as the nausea eased. There was a knock at the door before it opened to revealed Jesric. He came in, closing the door softly behind him and walking toward us, a glass of water in hand. Tristan took it from him and pressed the icy glass to my mouth. I took a sip and sighed at the cold liquid that went down my throat.

“If I were you,” Jesric said, crossing his arms. “I’d stay clear of Jailyn for a while.”

“I wonder why,” I said and took the cup from Tristan and gulping the rest of the water down.

“Yeah,” he said dryly. “Casiar had a nosebleed when she uh, shouted Sathia’s true name for the world to hear.” As much as I wanted to beat the demon to a bloody pulp, I winced. “After she upturned a hideout filled with a dozen rogues, she was painfully yanked through a vortex and into a pentagram.”

“She realizes that I fought her Ahzeeki willingly?” Tristan asked dryly.

“Yeah, she is going to kill you for that, too.” Tristan’s arms came around me as I let out a low growl of warning. Jesric put up his hands, taking a step back. “Hey, I’m just telling you what I know,” the necromancer said as the cup vanished from my hand before I could shatter it. My growl turned into a snarl as Tristan pulled me onto his lap. His arms tightened around me as his fingers began to stroke my back in a soothing manner.

“No one is going to kill anyone,” he said gently. “No one is going to kill anyone,” he repeated, and after a long moment, I took in a deep breath and let my head drop onto his shoulder. Behind me, Jesric let out a relieved sigh. Grumbling, I snuggled closer to Tristan.

“Davina is out in the hall. Shall I allow her in?” Jesric asked. Tristan let out a heavy sigh, but nodded. “She has Amaris with her,” the necromancer drawled as a blanket was thrown around us. “You have a nice bare ass, Ari, but we don’t need to frighten the little girl.” I snorted, and then grabbed Tristan’s half-erect penis and squeezed hard as his hand lowered to said ass. I laughed softly as he winced. “That is just wrong,” Jesric muttered as he moved to the door and opened it.

“What is?” I asked. “Him cupping my ass or me cutting off his circulation?”

“Both,” he muttered, and then cupped himself protectively as I gave him an evil look. Tristan chuckled, dropped his arms from around me and fell back on the bed. I moved off of him as his hand locked around my wrist.

“Do you realize how painful this is?” he growled as Jesric disappeared out the door. The look in his eyes said I was going to pay and pay dearly. Smirking, I released him but didn’t pull away, as he let out a relieved groan and swelled to painful arousal in my hand. I shuddered as hot pleasure coursed through me.

“Ahem!” Davina said loudly from the doorway. “Do I need to come back later?” she asked dryly.

“Yes,” Tristan hissed.

“Nope,” I said and laughed as he let out a curse. I pulled my hand away and sat up straighter. Even though Davina had her hand over Amaris’s eyes, I still made sure the dark blue blanket covered us both. Davina dropped her hand and came into the room, the little shifter following her in. The witch pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat down in front of us, her eyes studying us intently.

“So,” the witch said with a heavy sigh. “How do you feel?” she asked and glared at Tristan.

“Fine,” he muttered. If I were anyone else, I would’ve thought he was pouting. I inwardly smiled as Davina scowled.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Her hand suddenly snapped up and out, and I stiffened as Tristan grunted in pain. Blood trickled from his nose, and she nodded. “Satisfied?” he growled.

“Yes,” she said and peered at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Bleed.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Not going to force me to bleed?”

She glared at me. “I’m not stupid. The moment I aim a spell your way, I’m dead.” I smirked as Tristan’s warning aura slowly filled the room. Amaris made a squeaking sound before jumping out the door in one graceful leap. She didn’t leave like I thought she would. Instead, she turned to face the room, her small hand clutching the doorframe.

“Point taken,” I drawled and sank my fangs deep into my lower lip. I winced at the pain as hot blood dripped down my chin.

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully as I withdrew my fangs, sucking on the wound to ease the self-inflicted pain. “Your blood is nice and bright,” she said dryly. “Does it smell off to either of you?” I inhaled deeply, and then sniffed the air like a dog. Beside me, Tristan gave me a hard tap on the thigh. I smirked and drew the fresh scent of our mingled blood and held it. My nose twitched as I tried very hard to detect any lingering hint of demon. When I didn’t pick up anything, I nodded and pulled the blanket away from me slightly, before my blood could drip onto it. “Doesn’t smell off to me,” I said and smiled at the little girl. “How about you, Amaris, what do you say?” The little shifter launched herself at me, and I grunted as I caught her. Her warm hand went to my blood, gathering a large amount of it onto her finger before sniffing it.

“Nothing,” she said cheerfully and stuck the bloody finger into her mouth. When Tristan didn’t stop her, I relaxed a little. Davina muttered something under her breath and dragged the girl away before she could crawl over to Tristan. The witch stood up, tightening her grip on Amaris’s hand and leading her to the door and stepping through it. “Bye,” Amaris said, waving to us as Davina closed the door. I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“She’s going to be a handful when she gets older,” I said and sighed as Tristan wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him.

“She is already a handful,” he said, and I groaned as he kissed me. After a moment his mouth left mine and he licked away the blood as he went for my neck.

“I’m still mad at you,” I said and let out a yelp as his fingers found my nipple. I kicked the blanket off of us, and he chuckled as I press closer to him.

“Are you making a point?” he asked, nibbling and sucking at my neck. I groaned as hot pleasure once again coursed through me. His hand trailed down my body, stopping at my quivering stomach.

“Yes,” I hissed and then gasped as his hand moved lower. He growled as his fingers found my core, hot and wet. “Stop,” I said, groaning and squirming. His arm tightened around me, and I growled, panting as two fingers slipped inside. My inner walls clenched around him, and I shuddered, moaning as my head fell back with the pleasure of it. My world flipped, and he pressed me into the bed, his fingers stroking in and out of me. I spluttered, trying to come up with something to say, but his mouth crushed mine, his tongue clashing and tangling with me in a blazing, hot furious kiss. His strokes grew faster, and he let out a growl as my fingers dug into his shoulders, causing him to bleed. His mouth lowered to my neck, and I cursed at him as I arched into his hand. His thumb rubbed at my clit, and his growl turned into a snarl as I raked my nails down his back. I let out a long, loud groan as I came, slowly and blissfully. With a grunt, I relaxed my fingers and became a limping pile of satisfaction on the bed. Tristan laughed softly and withdrew his hand, straightening to his full height. I stared at him, fully and painfully erect as he walked into the bathroom. “You didn’t bite me,” I said and pouted.

“Don’t push it,” he growled. Smirking, I sat up and slipped from the bed. Walking into the bathroom, I quickly cleaned myself up. I turned to Tristan and wrapped my arms around him.

“Sorry,” I said sweetly and stroked him. He sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out with a vicious curse.

“Ariella,” he warned.

“Okay,” I said and stepped back from him. “Okay, I won’t torture you anymore.”

“Get your lovely ass dress in the next five seconds…” He didn’t have to say the “or else” part. He didn’t have to. If I didn’t put clothes on now, I was never leaving this room. I of course didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the day and night, but there were rogue vampires to be hunted down and demons to be killed. I stepped into the bedroom and quickly dressed. Tristan’s gaze followed me to the door, and I smiled, knowing that next time I was in for it.


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