Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

Ash was angry. No...no she was enraged. How dare he , she fumed, how fucking dare he come into my room, thinking he's all that and then leaving. She was tempted to leave. Hell, she had begun packing her small bag before rethinking storming out. If she left, he won. If she stayed, he won as well. If I go looking to kick your ass, you win, she barked at empty air, tossing her bag on her bed in a huff. Pacing her room didn't help either. The bottle of whiskey she had brought with her didn't do much but muddle her feelings towards Eli, drained to the last drop. She fell onto her bed, feeling the room spin and her thoughts traveled to what Elijah was probably doing. If she knew him well enough, he had gone back to the whore and was sleeping with her now, most likely face deep in her voluminous chest. Not helping, she thought to herself, struggling back to her feet and tossing her cloak off. Storming to the door drunk, she made her way downstairs and towards the door, but didn't make it past the bar. Ordering another bottle of whiskey she sat there drinking, letting the alcohol dull her anger until she was giggling over the bar counter. A few men approached her, but she waved them off. She wanted to drink alone until she could barely think, then pass out in her bed upstairs and be gone by the morning. Let Eli mull over that. Tamara? a man took the left stool beside her, placing his hand on her arm with a look of surprise, I didn't think I'd see you here. I didn't know she was here either, Ashlin laughed, trying to sit straighter, Where is she? No, he grabbed her arm as she reached for her bottle, Tamara, this isn't you. Oh. me. Wrong person, she hiccuped, pulling her arm from him as she swiped her whiskey and stumbled off the bar stool, Try again later. In her drunken state, Ashlin could barely walk, zigzagging through the crowd and trying her hardest not to fall on a man's lap. One or two asked if she needed help but she waved them off and continued forward. The stairs proved their own difficulty but she conquered them too, throwing herself at her suite door and stumbling into the room. Immediately she pulled at her outer layers, unlacing and unbuckling until only her thin corset remained, holding her breasts up and her waist in. She hadn't gotten to her pants or boots before a noise paused her. In the hall she could here the clump of boots and readied herself to the impending argument with Elijah. Instead she was met with the same man from downstairs now standing in her door frame, looking a mixture of sad and angry. I'm not Tamara! Ashlin yelled, her frustration with the night mixing with alcohol and coming to a head, Leave me the fuck alone! I know its you, he snapped back, stepping into her room and throwing the door half shut behind him, It may have been almost a decade, but you haven't aged a day! First Eli's bullshit, and now this guy. Just tell him what he wants to hear. No. He needs to get out. Work with him, not against him. Shut up! Ashlin's body shook and the urge to vomit pushed her to the tiny bathroom off the right wall of her room. Cleaning up, she returned to the room, and sighed at seeing him still there. Flouncing onto the bed, she waved at him to go, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Instead, he stepped forward to the end of her bed, watching her. Popping her eyes back open she tilted her head to look at him, giving him a plain angry pout. Surprise crossed his face, then fear, and suddenly clarity that had Ashlin's stomach drop farther than it already had. You're not Tamara! he hissed, Her eyes were green as emeralds. Demon! He lunged and she tried to roll away but failed. His body landed on hers and immediately she shoved at him, kicking and flailing, ignoring the protest of her lead heavy bones. He used her drunk state to get the upper hand, straddling her hips so she couldn't kick and reaching for her arms to trap her. Fear vibrated through her and she threw her hands at him, her fingers clawing at his face. As her skin touched his there was a spark and he screamed, twisting away as his howls became screeches. She looked up to see the skin on his cheeks burning away -the horror in his eyes. She should help...heal him. But she watched. She watched, and some sick part of herself enjoyed seeing him suffer. But as soon as it started, footsteps began pounding down the hallway and Ashlin knew she couldn't be caught like this. Even drunk she could do a simple healing spell, pulling his face in with her hands until her palms touched the burning skin. Nothing happened. Fuck. She tried it again, but the words stuck on her tongue. Exasperated she tried a simpler spell, this one to pull the magick out of him...and back into herself. Instantly his yowls died, and she bit her tongue as pain lashed through her arms. Skin bubbled and peeled, but she forced her mewls down. The alcohol made it easier to cope, like it created a wall between her brain and her sizzling nerves. Are you okay? someone asked amongst the crowd growing in the doorway. Ashlin spoke quickly, stomaching the pain for as long as she could, Just a little foreplay. May have gotten out of hand, right baby? She bucked her hips, making it look like they were playing. His bewilderment kept him silent, his eyes trained on her burning arms that she held at her sides to hide from the crowd. She listened as they began to disperse, pursing her lips to hold back the tears until she thought no one was looking. A soft click of the door told her someone closed it and her breath came out in a rush -then a sob- as she tossed the stranger to her side and crawled off the bed, huddling on the ground in agony.