Speech Glossary

::Telepathy::
/Jornal Entry/
//Thoughts//
"Speech."
*indescribable action*

Chapter 6



Thexous's mind raced, almost panicking, he didn't understand why that name affected him so much and that seriously bothered him. He growled lowly as he ignored his thoughts and looked down to her.

"Woman."

He said softly, in a deep tone. Ayla woke, startled for a moment as she lifted herself up to look at him.

"Here."

He pointed in front of him. The brunette blinked, not recognizing this assassin but there was something very familiar about him, she ignored her own thoughts for a moment and then moved over to him. She felt something odd within her, and some other name appeared in her mind, this feeling called to her, pulled at her very soul. Ayla lifted her hand to his chest, her fingers sliding down and paused at the middle of his chest, her fingers curling into about a three inch circle and a faint glow came from it. Thexous moved away from her as it began to burn. He roughly grabbed her wrist, twisting the flesh by accident and she vanished back to her room, everything locking with old kind of magic. Thexous tugged at his shirt until it finally gave way and ripped, a small symbol on his chest of a cross appeared to scar onto his pale skin. Within the cross was a sword whose blade was like a flame.

"It's about damn time..."

Amarra whispered from her window where she watched Thexous vanish, she was now clothed in her pajamas, a black dress with very thin straps, the skirt was only mid-thigh high, maybe a bit higher.

"Wh-what is this?"

His voice was timid and a little pained. She just turned and looked to him, holding her black book open to the page that had that symbol exact symbol and a description. His dark eyes scanned the page. "Did you know?"

Amarra laughed some, moving close to him, her fingers touching the symbol as she got near, the flesh burning her fingertips with a cold sear.

"I did. But as I grew attached to you, I hid it from you, from the world. And the only one who knew where it was was her."

Thexous's brows frowned as he looked down at her. "What is it? Why?" He asked, even though he just read about it, he was in denial, he didn't want to accept any of it, to him, it was all bullshit. Sighing, Amarra moved to her bed and sat, and in a fluid motion, crossed her legs and laid back, playing with her nails.

"When I sealed the symbol, I found that I couldn't remove the seal when it was time. You were the last key I was waiting for and only she could remove the seal. You are the Fynneun."

Accompanied shaken movements, Thexous was sitting beside her now, his dark hues looking down at the mark on his chest with almost a disgusted look on his face. With another small movement, he pinned Amarra to the bed, pressing his lips to hers for a kiss. His hand moved to the base of her dress, pulling almost violently at the frail fabric and with a soft noise it ripped, his finger trailing the tear, finishing the job so she lay now beneath him, naked. Her pale skin goosebumped in the cold air and under his even cooler gaze. Thexous's fingers ran up and down Amarra's bare side as his eyes looked over her. They both lay now under the sheer black blanket, Amarra's useless pajamas laid on the floor beside the bed along with his equally useless shirt. The raven-haired vampire gave a soft sigh as she rolled onto her side.

"Hm?" Thexous questioned, tilting his head as Amarra slipped her eyes closed.

"Nothing... Do not worry about it. It's just a problem of my own."

She replied. Thexous slipped closer behind her, an arm slipping under her, the other arm, his hand hooked on her thigh.

"Good night Tei...." He whispered softly.

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((Author notes/Translations: yay......um... no. Fynneun (Pronounced Fin-oi-n) = It means Warrior... ill explain about it at a later more necessary time ^ ^))



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