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For the smell of fear tonight
Wakes an ancient lust that will not be denied...
You're mine
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His ex...the words sounded foreign to him...completely out of place and somehow wrong, especially in reference to Cammie. Erich had never considered himself to be in a relationship--ever--...not in the traditional sense that Sabrina was likely referring to, anyway.Their relationship had been one of mutual objectivity for their missions...later followed by mutual pleasure of their bodies.The ties he'd had with Cammie had been complex, bound by carnal desire and fierce camaraderie. He supposed he had cared for his partner as much as his cold soul would allow--but they had never been exclusive. Erich certainly had not been hardwired for such things--and he and his partner had never discussed nor romanticized the burn between them. It had simply been there. Like the mountains in the distance, or the ocean to the west...never questioned and simply accepted. His thoughts wavered on trying to tell the blond this, but decided against it--there'd be no way to dictate the words in a way he thought she'd understand. Even he didn't fully understand. Her unspoken words flitted across the ravenous fogginess of his mind, and he was glad for the assurance. He cast one last glance at her before turning to face the long overdue reunion.
Even if his heart had hardened towards the government that he felt had failed him, Erich often thought back on the mother land with a sense of longing. He did so love the architecture, the wideness of the frozen tundra, and the spirit of the people. His people, their people. It weighed on him that he would likely never return to that blessed country, for the simple act of preserving some of the lives of the hearty folk he had once enjoyed so much. "Neigh, likely not. The truth is cold and hard." He did not make an effort to keep to resentment for their superiors from creeping to his voice.
He was so very in tune to her that it seemed he could feel her anger swell following the dawn of her realization long before she'd even made any outward sign of it. The disgust was the worst, though...the way he somehow knew that what he was sickened her. Erich was not accustomed to pain of the emotional kind--he paid little mind to matters of the heart. He felt the sting of her disgust however, hot and true. It took him aback, and then, lit the fire of anger within him as well. It was an ill-placed anger; she had ever right to be disgusted by him. What he had become disgusted even Erich himself. He was angered, however, by his own reaction to the look in her crystal gaze. Angered by the unaccustomed hurt...and for a crazy, uncalled for moment, he wanted to punish her for making him face that pain. To admit it existed, if even to himself. Deep down, he knew it wasn't him..not the true him, anyway...that caused her to be sickened, but the beast. In the moment, however, it did not seem to alleviate the sting.
"I prayed for death, each and every excruciating second. Even still, I pray. Though to whom, I know naught--no god would allow such an abomination to be created in the first place." His voice was low and rasped, a borderline growl as he fought the storm that raged and surged within the cold confines of whatever served him as a soul. "I was allowed but a moment of hope when the dominus, he gave up after weeks. Thought I was rejecting the poison...dying. I was not so lucky."
As her hand crept for the security of her weapons, the monster within gave a powerful and sudden surge. Erich could feel it changing it's tactic, however--attacking in that other way that did require the use of fangs nor gave the benefit of blood. Now, the beast was after her soul...trying to draw on her energy, her life force. The 'other' within him wasn't picky, it seemed...it craved the succulence of her soul just as desperately as it had her blood. Erich forced himself to step back, focusing on driving those invisible tendrils of death away, back into himself. He swore colorfully in Russian, a true snarl of rage and determination.
Her following words of how it should have been her invoked a reaction that shocked his system enough to take control. He moved, faster than he meant to, to become nearly face to face with her. Her scent was cloying at such a distance, but in the heat of the moment he was fully within himself, the struggle between man and beast set to rest for a time. "Do not ever say such a thing! You know naught what you speak of!" His voice was elevated in alarm at her words. "I'll not have you curse your soul to my ears again. I would take this fate one thousand times over to spare you of it!" By the end of it, his words were very nearly hissed, his jaw tight as he considered just how close they'd come to having their roles reversed.
"As you are. Though I think you have little to fear from any others." He was a youngblood, new to the species and contained far, far less control that more seasoned veterans, so to speak. "I wish no harm to come of you. Bear that in your mind and never doubt it; the beast, it is insatiable. I fight it constantly...but in faced with you, that fight has become a war." And oh, had it ever.
The only woman who had been able to handle him in the sack had been Cammie herself; for Erich had known no tenderness, even then. It had never been surprising to find he'd accidentally left his mark on his bedmates, be it a bruise or a bite--he'd just never been able to maintain control when it came to that. Apparently, it was that character flaw that had carried over to his undeath. His icy stare flitted towards Sabrina briefly as Cammie motioned towards her, then returned to the raven tressed femme. "You speak true, comrade. She has great knowledge, especially of our kind." That familiarity was something he craved, something he needed...to have one to educate him, to control him when needed. Most of all...who understood the hellish fate he'd been handed. "My type? I am but a leech now, of body and soul. I am a creature of hell, a brute; I deserve no woman." If anything, he was Sabrina's type--somehow, something within her had called to him. He'd never have approached her in any other circumstance. He wasn't worthy of female attention--of any attention.
What now...two little words with such great meaning; such history. It mourned the times when those words had carried a different weight. Now, they were heavy--carrying the burden of uncertainty and a decade of tribulations. Erich surveyed her for a drawn moment, his stony features indicating little of the thoughts within. "Now I am the enemy." He stated simply and slowly. "I have become what we once hunted. I am now the monster we sought to find. As it will be, until the end of days." Unless he ever found a way to release himself of this life, of this fate. "And you? Will you be the successor? Will you hunt?" Meaning him, of course....would she hunt him? "Is your loyalty to the homeland greater than that of your comrade?" On that, he was greatly curious. If it was in her mind to come after him, she would pose to be a very real threat. She knew him, knew him fully--evading her would be a challenge.
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For the animal's soul is mine
We will be completed right before your eyes
I have no control this time
And now we both shall dine in hell tonight
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