Aftermath.... (PainSister & DarkSister)

[DarkSister]

Trey’s harsh strangled cry of surprise came like a punch against my mind… a veil fell across the dark centre of my primal desires as I regarded him with a narrow stare… I watched him intently as his eyes flicked from me to the woman that lay on the floor before me and then back again, his gaze first crushed against my naked breasts and then to her lithe pale form that seemed to glow with each flash of lightning… deep within I could still feel the ache of my body at being so close to her tainted scarred beauty. I caught sight of a lust that welled up in his eyes… and it was then that another feeling flushed through me, a feeling that seemed to pitch my stomach forward… jealousy, my god I was feeling jealous at his lustful gaze of her…

Slowly I stood, picking my top from the floor and gingerly slipping it over my head and pulling it down over my still heaving chest, wincing a little as the leather pulled at the thin wound at my breast. My eyes fell to the gun that even now still pointed at the two of us… my hand went out to the barrel and I pushed it aside…

“Don’t ever point that at me Trey…” I could feel the darkness that had gripped me so intently still bubbled under the surface and it was a great exertion of will to keep so level… I turned and looked down at her near naked form… running my eyes from her slender pale neck, down her soft yielding mounds, her scarred abdomen and her slim soft parting between her legs… for a moment I sucked on my lips, her deep taste still prevalent and I was taken by an aching longing for her that it almost threatened to double me up. My eyes met with hers… hers were so dark and deeply scarred by what she must have had to witness in the years since the comet fall.

“I think she is the one Trey…” for a moment I felt his eyes burning through me as if he was carefully searching my statement. “She carries none of the marks of the disease…”

…Her only marks were those that spoke of a darkness that had taken her life since the fall, her etheric body a relief map of torment…

I returned my look to Trey, his expression spoke for him and I waited to see if he would follow up with some smart remark… which perhaps he would have, had he not seen the look that burned in my eyes…

I pulled my long coat up from the floor and lay it across the table, removing the syringes and their custom holder and attaching it to my belt, then remembering the syringe filled with her blood I retrieved it and held it up against the half light of the storm, regarding the rich red fluid for a moment, I felt my mind pulled between my need to investigate and my need for her…

…this revelation startled me for a moment and it registered momentarily on my face… flashes of the darkness that flowed through me still glimmered against the twilight of my emotions and I battled to make sense of it…

… I looked down at her as she made a tentative effort to rise, and I held out my hand for her to take… for a moment her eyes regarded me with uncertainty, and I wondered for a moment exactly what she had seen in them when I had been lost moments earlier… before I felt her slim fingers lace with mine and watched her rise… her muscles traced through her lean body.

I half watched her as she pulled her trouser up before motioning towards the table where I rested my coat; her top had been shredded in the initial skirmish…

“You can use my coat…” and I tried to smile at her, but I was sure that my expression looked awkward from the look on her face as I tried to reign in the turmoil within me.
I forced my gaze to break from her and walked across the room where I stood at the shattered wall, my hand against the masonry for support… my eyes intense as the storm raged… I sighed, I could still feel my own storm raging, my own tempest that had taken control and

I turned to Trey… “So what are our options?”

Trey snorted a derisory laugh… “Options? We are flat out of options, there are no other points of access but for the one we came in… the back of the building has taken too much damage, we can’t get through that way. They do seem to have dispersed a little… but thanks to your ‘friend’….” His eyes regarded her with mixed emotions for a moment before he continued… “…We are down on manpower and have little chance of maintaining a sustained fire fight, even less if we are escorting a captive…” he motioned towards her as she covered up the last of her lithe body…


I sighed and clenched my fist, driving it in frustration against the wall… “We have to take her with us Trey…” I turned around to face her… “I’m not leaving without her…”