The Faerie Slayer

Knowing that sleep would be the last likely thing to partner with tonight, I headed for the gym. At this time, the halls were pitch black and there wasn't a soul within sight. The sound of my own breathing was almost too loud when compared to tonight's silence. I did not want to confront my own emotions, I did not want to admit to myself that I was raging with jealousy because there would be no explanation that would justify it, not in this world or any other. I did not turn on the lights, instead I headed straight for the barbell and loaded it with hundreds of pounds of weight. I ripped off my shirt so that I was half clothed and realized that I was already sweating. I was mistaken if I had believed even for a second that working out was going to momentarily lull my havoc of thoughts. Over and over again, the scene replayed, of Aubrette's arms wrapping around Caleb's head, pulling him closer and closer until her lips and his danced in a passionate kiss. I should have killed the trow when I had the chance, but there'd be no logical purpose to that. The queen would send another and another to deceive dirty forged kisses from the half girl in exchange for her stolen vulnerability.

I suddenly realized that I'd rather that the people of the folk had sent more messengers to kill her. At least in an incident like that, I would be forced to skewer into their minds and burn their corpses without the inevitable of common sense hanging above my head by a thread. Caleb was much more valuable to me alive, he could help mould the puzzle.

I debated if I should abandon the entirety of the situation. Father had not seemed to further pursue the ashes of the Asrai, he must be successfully fooled, which could mean that I was free to move on from this damned assignment.

But I could not do that. I could not spare the thought a second of my time. I had to find out what is it that made her unique. I needed to uncover her story, even if it is one that she too does not know.

I heard shuffling that alerted me back into the present and then the lights were suddenly flickered on.

"Who's there?" I called out towards the entrance.

"Kade?" A soft female voice," is that you?"

She did not have to turn the corner for me to realize that it was Candice. I could only wonder why she was here so late.

"Candice," I greeted with a nod of my head and a-no doubt-look of unsettlement on my face," what are you doing here?"

"I work out late to avoid seeing any of my students," she picked up two 15 pound dumbbells," I've never seen you here so late."

"I couldn't sleep," I dropped the weight bestowing a bang that ripped through the echoing silence. I was staring at my reflection through the mirror that panelled the wall.

"Yeah, I hear you," she mumbled"...lately...hard to sleep..."

Whatever she was saying had drifted into the background amongst my own chaos. I found myself observing her through the glass. She wore black yoga shorts and a sports bra that was a size too small for her large breasts to be contained.

I'm sure she wore that because she thought she'd be alone here tonight, I thought.

A slight tan teased her skin, her silky hair was making my mouth water and the only thing I could think of was that I was finally distracted enough to stop obsessing about the faerie girl. Her lips moved as if she were still speaking but for a reason beyond me, I could not hear. I turned to face her, eyes fixated on her pink lips that I hadn't kissed in years. I was drawn by the scent of her sweet perfume, I took a step closer and closer until I'd realized that she'd backed into the hard surface of a machine. When she had no where left to go, she simply stared at me, lips parted, eyes pleading, almost as if she yearned for me even more then I her. I grabbed firmly her naked waist. I heard the thud of her increasing heart beat. A part of me began to pull away, slowly losing interest. The same part that had triggered an early shift, my wolf.

I did not let it get the best of me as I had before. Instead, I cupped my other hand around her jaw and under her chin. She did not stop me when I dashed for her lips. I kissed her hungrily, forcing her tongue out of her mouth and into mine all whilst pressing her harder into my chest. We dined on the taste of each other for a while before I felt the part of me that was not engaged begin to part ways again. I spun her body around and faced her cheeks first-against the cold metal. I bit down her neck and shoulders , making my way down the nape of her back, holding her still and steady while she moaned and squirmed within my touch.

"Oh my god Kade," she screamed out when my tongue was low enough to trace down her panty line. I removed them slowly, blind to what they even looked like. Her skin was now littered with tiny goosebumps. I enjoyed the taste for her for multiple minutes until I had steered my wolf away to finally engage the part of me that wanted to be inside of her. I stood up and got rid of my pants. I buried my face into the curve of her neck and was suddenly reminded of the fresh scent of lavender in Aubrette's room. I pictured her on the bed, velvet skin as luminous as the moon had been that night.

"Please," I heard Candice whisper," do it now, take me."

She tried to turn her face, her lips aiming for mines but I held her in place. My fingers pressed firmly at the back of her head, holding her hostage to my brute-like behaviour. I looked down at her small waist and envisioned it belonged to the mysterious tawny-haired half faerie.

Long blond hair, if she hadn't straightened it that morning, it would be in waves, frizzy, untamed unlike Candices, a lions mane if the weather permitted it. Tall and slender, unlike short and bubbly Candice,humble breasts, red heart-shaped mouth that parted with every breath. Lavender on her skins surface. It must be her body wash.

I satisfied an urge alongside the hurdling of Candice. That night, I took her like I had never before. I was rough, unloving, careless and loutish. I stared into the pitch darkness of her nape and pictured that she were someone else. I could not escape the tune that played tortuously inside of my head.

Aubrette, Aubrette, Aubrette.

When I was done, I pulled apart our skin and immediately proceeded to cloth myself. Candice was hesitant with her actions, I felt her gaze concentrated on me but I could not escape the battle in my brain. She had no clue that a war had just erupted inside of my head. I felt as if I could hurl.

I grasped hold of my bag and began for the door but her grasp on my elbow was brisk.

I turned to face her. Her expression homed a look of wonderment and fluster which transitioned to fright. I suddenly realized that I was not merely looking at her, I was glaring with heated eyes strong enough to melt her into more submissions. I let out a sigh and hoisted an attempt to soften my gaze but I was sure it failed.

"I'm sorry-" I began.

"Don't be," she spoke as if she was parched," I enjoyed it."

I nodded," me too." I went to release her grip but she stopped me.

"We should go out for a drink sometime Kade. We should talk."

If only she knew the guilt I earnest. I was on the verge of throwing up. I felt as if I had used her body, led her on with a possibility of something that could never happen. I was not craving her, but something else and it made me sick.

"I missed you," she had dropped down to a mere whisper, a desperate breath of words against my face ," I never stopped missing you."

I shrugged her off with rapidness that I'm sure conveyed as rudeness. I had to get out of there, I was bound to doing or saying the wrong thing again. Leaving her the first time had cut into my core. This feels as if I had reopened a wound that was never fully healed and littered it with my own filth.

"I'll talk to you later," I concluded and stormed out of the gym.