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OSVP	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 4
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- 6
The vaguest of memories greeted Silmeria upon her awakening, brief images that refused to still long enough for her to focus on a single one. Faces seemed to flash before her eyes, she saw her sisters and fellow Valkyries, and even King Odin. Their lips moved, speaking to her, but the memories were unclear. They were dulled from the medicines she had been given, and the severity of the wounds she had received. The days that had followed her fall on the battlefield had been spent in a haze, the pain predominant whenever the numbing potions began to wear off.
It would take time to heal, weeks going by before she had been able to fully understand Odin's decree. Her life as a Valkyrie was ending, she was to be given away to some man. But her purpose wasn't at an end. As Lord Rufus' bride, she would strengthen an alliance between Asgard and Alfeim, one that might make the difference in turning the tide of war in their favor.
Some Valkyries railed against their fate, defiant even as they went off to their marriage beds. Silmeria though, hadn't been like that. She had been calm, accepting even. She might even have been looking forward to this new stage in her life if not for the fact pain colored her every action.
Of course, pain wasn't holding her back now, though Silmeria had yet to register the lack of it. Her gaze had focused, looking past the memories that clamored for her attention, to see the man coming towards her bed. He was an imposing figure, about as tall as Odin which meant he would tower over her under the best of circumstances. Broad of chest, he wore a sleeveless green vest that seemed several sizes too small. Certainly it couldn't fit close across his muscles, the impressive flesh revealed to her eyes though she did not linger there.
Dark hair, a brown that was almost black made an impressive mane. It spiked in places, seeming to obey it's own laws of gravity in how it stayed up. It's color complimented the darker than normal shade of skin, his flesh colored such that it should have hidden his true nature from most observers. If not for the crimson color of his eyes, which seemed to smolder as he looked at her.
Even before his smile revealed a hint of lengthened fang, Silmeria had reacted, realizing just who and what she faced. Brahms. The vampire king, the lord of the undead. The very fiend who had been obsessed with getting near to her for far longer than Silmeria cared to remember.
Her assessment of him took not even seconds, she was reacting on instinct. Of a Valkyrie sighting a threat, her natural enemy. It went beyond the hatred of the two races, her skin was crawling with unease as Silmeria remembered the tireless way he had pursued her. It was a pursuit that had cost her nearly everything, his undead minions responsible for her injuries.
She neither had the time nor the want to remember that incident on the battlefield, Silmeria lurching upright. The blanket fell off of her, her legs kicking free of it's velvet fabric. She used the advantage the bed gave to her height, running across it's springy mattress to launch herself at the vampire king. She couldn't fly, but the leap was almost as good, Brahms reaching with his hands to catch her. She ignored those hands closing around her waist, Silmeria bringing her hands around his neck. His neck was thick, she could barely close her hands around it, Silmeria feeling frustration that she wouldn't be able to properly choke the life out of him.
But she made the effort all the same, tensing her arms as she attempting to squeeze his neck. She glared into his face as she did this, the inside of her thighs coming to rest on either side of his waist. Silmeria could see herself reflected in Brahms' eyes, her blond hair wild and askew about her. Silmeria thought she looked like some vengeful creature, all feral and full of animosity.
Brahms was staring back at her, but his expression was one of astonishment. He seemed shocked by her attack, but Silmeria didn't try to analyze why. She noted however, he wasn't trying to throw her off him, actually tightening his hands' grip on her waist. Silmeria didn't like him touching her, it reminded her of another moment, some memory in her near past where he had clutched at her waist as he lowered his face towards hers.
She blinked and shook her head to dispel the memory, Silmeria knowing she couldn't afford to be distracted. Brahms lips were moving, that infernal fiend speaking to her though she barely registered his words. No doubt he was commanding her to stop, that such attacks were useless. But it felt good to vent her rage upon him, and it kept her from realizing the potential she had to be helpless around him.
Brahms seemed to realize talking was not going to do him any good, his eyes blazing redder. His hands tightened, and with that impressive strength of his, he hauled her off him though her nails dragged across the flesh of his neck. Silmeria was too busy fighting him to notice the blood, hissing incoherently as he flung her away from him. She hit the wall, and immediately sprang forward, hands reaching for Brahms again.
Slashing without even thinking about the absurdity of the attack, Silmeria sliced her nails through empty air. That fiend had teleported, leaving her to whirl about in an attempt to find her target. There he was, on the opposite side of the bed, staring at her with the weirdest expression she had ever seen. His one hand touched his neck, he then looked down at his fingers and grimaced. And then Silmeria was moving again, intent on beating him to death with her bare hands.
This time when she reached him, Brahms snagged hold of Silmeria by her upper arms. A feral growl erupted from her, Silmeria infuriated to find herself half trapped. It didn't stop her fight though, the girl lashing out with her legs, knee aimed for one weak point in particular. But the attack didn't connect, she found herself being thrown onto the bed. The landing was such that she was dazed, body bouncing in place on the mattress.
Her intent was to immediately spring up and resume the attack, but Brahms called into action that unnatural speed all vampires seemed to possess. As the undisputed king of the undead, his speed was quicker than most, Brahms's weight suddenly landing on top of her. Silmeria found herself pinned, her shoulders being pressed into the mattress, Brahms straddling her legs.
Other women would have felt panic to find themselves pinned by a man who lusted so strongly after them. But Silmeria was first and foremost a Valkyrie, warrior goddess and battle maiden supreme. Panic didn't fit into a Valkyrie's heart, it was an undignified weakness, one Silmeria refused to succumb to even now. Instead she fought, unable to trash her legs but still able to slap him across the face.
Such was Silmeria's blow, that Brahms' head turned to the left from the slap. She saw the setting of his jaw, the clenching of his teeth and then he was growling her name. "Silmeria!"
"Get off of me, you fiend!" She hissed back, and tried to slap him a second time. Brahms caught her wrist in his hand, stopping the strike before it could land. "Abomination!" She added action to the insult, trying to hit him with her other hand. That one was also caught, both arms being pressed into the mattress, hands stretched up over her head. Silmeria couldn't help it, she struggled beneath him, even as the Valkyrie noted the quickening of his breath and the interest in his eyes. The bastard was getting off on her struggles, and she almost stilled just to take satisfaction away from him.
Instead she attempted to buck him off her body, but it was like hitting a brick wall, the stone immovable. It would take a far greater strength than hers to knock Brahms from his seat, Silmeria growling in impotent fury. And still she couldn't relax, a very real fear gnawing at her from inside. What would Brahms do, now that he had her pinned to the bed?
Apparently for the moment, he was content to just look at her. Though even his stare made Silmeria feel unclean. Dark and devouring her every movement, every reaction, the vampire would miss nothing about her. His expression was such that Silmeria had no way of reading it, the girl uncertain of where Brahms' thoughts lay. She'd hardly be appeased to know she was equally as unreadable, Silmeria exhaling a deep, aggravated breath.
That breath of hers seemed to bring sound with it, Silmeria hearing a rush of noise that had existed in the background of their fight. Voices were speaking, and she could not tell how close they were. They seemed to come as an echo, some of the sounds distant, others too close. It let her know there was other people in this building, although knowing Brahms the occupants were likely to be undead beings.
The voices weren't the only sound. Silmeria could hear the lonely howl of what might be a wolf, and the buzz of night insects singing their songs. Silmeria thought she might even hear the night's wind blowing, along with the sound of footsteps passing all around them. It was surprising to hear all these sounds, for a Valkyrie's hearing was never quite this good. A frown briefly crossed her face, though Silmeria was trying to analyze the situation, to try and count the number of people she heard moving about in this building. It would let her know the odds she was up against, the number of undead that stood between her and freedom.
Silmeria didn't even think what a ridiculous thought that was, the girl's blood boiling for a fight. She wasn't winded from her efforts against Brahms, instead she felt exhilarated, her heart beating faster. It was a world's difference from the pain she had known these last few weeks, and with a gasp she realized it couldn't be adrenaline that was keeping her from feeling the debilitating effects of her injuries.
But before she could properly puzzle out the hows and whys of her miraculous recovery, other things were making their way into her awareness. Silmeria wanted to ignore them, thinking she couldn't afford any more distractions. And this new one was a distraction, as troubling as it was disturbing, drops of some warm liquid splashing onto her cheek. It would streak downwards, a red hot path that seemed to burn as it narrowly avoided her lips.
She slowly broke the connection of their gaze, Silmeria's eyes roving down Brahms' face. Past his nose, and over his mouth, fangs a stark white against his lips. Her glance took just seconds, and then she was riveted in place by the sight of his bleeding neck. There was deep scratches in his flesh, the blood trickling downwards. Most of it had gone lower down on his chest, but that was before he had pinned her beneath him. Now the blood collected together, forming slow, lazy drops that hung suspended for a small eternity.
Another drop fell, a hot splash on her cheek. Silmeria didn't flinch though, eyes open and staring at Brahms' neck. At the bleeding scratches. The scratches she had made when he pulled her hands free of him. It wasn't the nastiest of wounds, as a Valkyrie that was active on the battlefield, Silmeria had seen far worse. But the blood that welled there, it held a fascination for her, one Silmeria did not properly understand. She should have been repulsed by the blood dripping onto her, instead she was mesmerized. Time seemed to slow, the noise dimming, even her own breath seeming to stop. There existed just her, Brahms, and more importantly, his blood.
Unconsciously, Silmeria licked her lips which felt too dry. She was too focused on the blood to note the way Brahms eyes dilated at the sight of her tongue licking over her bottom lip. Another drop fell, she nearly moaned at the feel of it on her skin. So hot, burning like a fever. Had he fed recently? Whose blood was it that ran through his veins then?
Troubling thoughts, but they didn't disturb her as much as they should have, Silmeria finding she was arching upwards. He had her hands pinned, but didn't try to keep her from pressing her front against his. His chest was wet with blood, and it got on the front of her dress when she pressed her breasts against him. The blood there had already cooled, Silmeria wanting the heat that was escaping from Brahm's neck. Each beat of his heart seemed to cause more blood to flow, the strong, steady rhythm echoing louder and louder in her ears. It was a seductive beat, Silmeria staring at the pulse in his neck as she licked her lips once more.
Her arch up didn't put her as close as she would like, Silmeria frowning. She went to pull on her captured arms, and just like that they slid free of Brahms' grasp. So taken with the blood flow, she didn't think to wonder why he had released her from his hold. Nor did she ask why he was holding himself absolutely still for her, Silmeria sitting up, a hand stroking through Brahms' hair. Their spiky shape oddly tickled against her palm, Silmeria smoothing down past it to the nape of his neck. Holding onto him there, she hauled herself up so that her face was to the right side of his neck.
Nostrils flaring, she inhaled the aromatic scent of his blood. It made her hungry, Silmeria thinking it smelled like the sweetest of ambrosia. Her other hand moved, trembling as it went to touch the bleeding scratches torn into his flesh. Hot and slick, she nearly moaned, ready to bring her soaked fingers to her lips when she noticed her nails.
Far longer than natural, and currently tipped with blood, these were not the nails of a Valkyrie. Or even that of a mortal woman. Curving like claws, and looking deadly sharp, Silmeria recognized them for what they were. A vampire's claws. She inhaled again, a rumble of protest from deep within her, urging her to taste the blood on her nails. She ignored it, growing horror within her as Silmeria began to process the oddities of her awakening.
The speed she had moved with, the sounds she had heard, the lack of pain she had felt. Her tongue ran over the tops of her front teeth, and there she felt the pin prick sharpness of fangs. Horror dawned in her eyes, half remembered flashes coming to her in startling clarity. To a time just days ago, when she had been nearly invalid from the pain, and barely able to endure the ride inside the escort carriage.
Intertwined with the scene in the carriage was another memory, of vampires, ghouls, and lesser undead. They surrounded her, attacking with vigor, her armor shattering open to expose the far too delicate skin it guarded. For one small eternity, the two scenes competed for her attention. Silmeria would remember the pain as she felt her back torn open by claws, see the blood splatter on the ground around her as she struggled to remain upright. The pain would be lessened by the time she was in the carriage, but no less debilitating.
Ultimately, the memory of her time inside the carriage won out over the battlefield, Silmeria losing herself to the recollection. Neither she nor her sister had been pleased with the number of men and women accompanying them on their journey. The numbers were far too little for them to truly be safe. But they had had to make sacrifices, and the smaller numbers gave the illusion that this wasn't something worthy of the vampires' notice.
Still Silmeria had been uneasy, though she tried to hide it from her sister Lenneth with some success. There were too many signs in the air, the sky had been cloud strewn, the sun blocked from their view by the burgeoning storm. And still they had persisted in continuing the mission. After all, it might be a long time indeed before the Valkyrie and the einherjar they led could lead the undead on so merry a chase away from the castle Valhalla.
The vampires may have been far from them, but they had remained at the heart of Silmeria's thoughts. Especially their leader, that king of theirs, Brahms. Just thinking his name had sent shivers down Silmeria's spine, the girl clutching her hands together in silent prayer. Silmeria had been well aware how each encounter with the vampire lord seemed to deepen his obsession with her. To the point she had wondered if escape was even possible, especially on a day as dark as that day had been.
Of course, Silmeria knew now it had been nothing but a foolish hope to think she could avoid the vampire lord. For a small portion of his army had lain in wait for her escort, the vampires descending upon them like an ocean's wave. Everyone would become engulfed in fighting, Silmeria losing sight of her sister Lenneth, and the other Valkyries. As the vampires overwhelmed the einherjar, never had Silmeria felt as helpless as she did then, able to only watch as her allies died. Many screamed, even as their throats were torn out, blood coloring the ground around the carriage.
Silmeria had screamed for her sister, for all the good it would do her. But Lenneth was too far away, and for every step she gained, a vampire would push the Valkyrie back several more.
The einherjar had tried to come to Silmeria's aid. But many were being slaughtered with ease, their killers surrounding her carriage. The doors had been locked, though all the good that would do her. Silmeria had known the vampires could use brute strength to tear off a door, and she fumbled about the seats looking for a weapon. She had been prepared to fight, though there had been little she could do. Not so long as she was drugged up on potions and in so much debilitating pain. But Silmeria had been determined not to be taken so easily, her hands closing around a bottle.
She had fumbled with the cap, getting it open just in time to give the first vampire who leaned inside her carriage window a face full of holy water. Silmeria could still remember the stench of burning flesh, and the pain howls the vampire had let out as his skin began to peel off. It had left the vampire distracted enough for an einherjar to end his pain with a quick beheading.
She would nearly jump in fright, heart beat in her throat, as the door opposite her was ripped off the carriage. For one lone instant, a tall, broad chest vampire had stood in the shadows. Crimson eyes had stared at her, leaving Silmeria to shrink back against the seat. She had thought it was the vampire king himself, come to collect her personally. His hand had extended towards her, palm up as though he had expected Silmeria to take it.
She had been shaking her head no, lips curling back to bare her teeth in a feral protest when a spear had slammed through the front of the vampire's chest. The ease in which the vampire had died comforted Silmeria, the girl realizing it wasn't Brahms after all. But there had been no time to relax, the einherjar that had killed the vampire, moving to engage another.
Silmeria had realized she was a sitting target inside the carriage. And yet she had also known that it was too risky to leave, to walk amongst the vampires in the midst of their killing spree. She had truly felt helpless then, and that was before the next vampire had reached into the window, and grabbed hold of her arms before Silmeria could properly react.
The only thing that had been left to her to do, was to scream, Silmeria shouting for her sister as she had feebly pounded her fists against the chest of her captor. She had been dragged out the window, the vampire showing little care to how he treated her.
There hadn't even been time to look for her sister amidst the fighters, the vampire holding Silmeria close as they teleported away. It was a jarring experience, the teleportation. The world had spun dizzily about her, the colors blurring together. And then just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over, Silmeria and the vampire who held her, having arrived at the make shift camp the undead had set up in the forest of spirits.
Brahms had been waiting for her, the man had been vibrating with impatience as he stalked a path back and forth across the camp site. He wouldn't relax until Silmeria was presented before him, and even then the vampire lord had not cracked a smile. No, he had been rife with tension, expression solemn and serious. Silmeria had tried not to tremble before him, holding her head steady as she met his gaze. That had been a mistake, a compulsion was in his gaze, one Silmeria had been ill equipped to deal with. The pain and the potions had weakened her mind, dulled her strength to the point her breaking was unavoidable. But Silmeria had still tried to fight him, narrowing her eyes, and trying to focus on a point above his head.
Brahms wasn't content to be ignored by her, his large hand reaching for her chin. With a gentle but firm insistence, he guided her gaze towards his, the crimson color soon becoming the only thing she could focus on. Vaguely she was aware of him speaking, but the words were soft whispers urging her to give in. Silmeria had tried to resist that seductive command, knowing she had to last long enough for Lenneth to come rescue her.
"Submit to me..." Brahms had urged her, and something inside her rebelled at the very thought. He had no right to demand her obedience in this, in any moment! She had tried to jerk free of his grip, but his fingers tightened on her chin. Other commands came, Brahms never losing his patience, even as she hissed and bore her teeth at him. Silmeria cursed him, reaching up to grab his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand free of her.
But the world around them was in the midst of fading, the circling vampires that watched becoming mere shadows. It had been as though Silmeria and Brahms had been on stage, with the lights dimmed all around them so that only the crimson glow of his eyes showed. She had begun to lose herself into that glow, her growled out threats dying mid gasp as fangs sank into her neck. She hadn't even been aware of Brahms drawing her into his embrace, Silmeria not even feeling his breath on her skin as his fangs pierced her flesh.
The last of her fight had erupted out of her once he had bit her, Brahms right arm going around her waist. He had hauled her up against him, settling her softness against his hard muscles, her body attempting to go pliant. Her body had wanted to give in to the pleasurable feel of Brahms' bite, to sink into oblivion as her blood was drained. Silmeria had attempted one last resistance, stamping her foot down on his boot as her hands began beating fists against him. Her struggles made the pleasure turn to pain, Brahms turning savage at her neck as he growled in warning. She hadn't cared, fighting even as each blow grew slow and sluggish.
As he had fed, his voice had whispered in her mind, trying to take over the last of her control. Silmeria had hung on by a sliver thin line, one that was fraying in the center at Brahms' insistence. And when it snapped, she had gone limp in his arms, a moan escaping her as she gave herself over to the feeding. Silmeria soon lost control of her body, needing Brahms support to stay upright. She knew then she was dying, and not even her sister's scream could bring her back from the abyss.
Her memories were confused over what happened next, hot liquid being poured down her throat. And all the while she could remember Brams voice compelling her to drink. She wasn't even aware of where that liquid was coming from, just that the first mouthfuls were like acid, burning their way down her throat as she inadvertently swallowed. That would soon change, the liquid holding nourishments that made her greedy for it. There was life in the drink, salvation, hers. And so Silmeria had drank, aware of nothing but the need to survive.
A similar thirst had been upon her just seconds ago, though now she stared horrified at the blood trickling out of Brahms' wounds. The allure it had first held for her had turned to disgust, Silmeria shaking violently. Her hand was still clutching at Brahms hair, the girl clinging to him like he was the only support she had left. The vampire lord hadn't noticed the change in her, a moan escaping him.
"Do not stop Silmeria." Brahms' tone was husky, his large hand cupping the back of her head as he attempted to push her face closer to his neck. The thumping of his pulse was louder yet, sounding like thunder in her ears. The scent which had been so appetizing before, now made Silmeria want to retch. "Drink from me..."
Silmeria knew Brahms would like that if she did. It would secure his hold on her, and damn her soul in the process. A moan escaped her then, but it was not one born out of pleasure. It was pure despair, and that emotion reached through the haze Brahms had surrounded himself in. He began to shift about, and she reacted to his movement, pushing and shoving at his chest. Silmeria wanted him off her, before she gave in to the urge to start screaming.
"Silmeria? What's wrong?"
He wasn't moving as fast or as far as she'd like, Brahms actually gripping her arms to keep her rooted on the bed before him. She began to struggle, a hiss escaping her. It was better than the sob that wanted to come out, Silmeria at last raising her eyes to meet his. Her anger clashed with the worried look in Brahms' gaze, and then she was growling at him.
"What have you done?" She quickly shook her head, blond hair falling across her eyes. She flinched when Brahms attempted to brush it back, Silmeria glaring at him as he went still. "How could you?"
"How could I not?" He was calm as he retorted, speaking as though what he said had all the rational in the world. Perhaps to Brahms he felt his actions were justified, the vampire Lord continuing with only the slightest hint of agitation in his voice. "How could I do anything but act when you were about to be given away. Given to another man, an undeserving lord?"
"Lord Rufus is a good man." She was shaking with anger, breath hissing out of her as Silmeria spoke. "A kind man, a just man. He would have..." She trailed off mid retort, anger spiking in her eyes at the way Brahms laughed.
"He would have what?" Brahms prodded at her silence. "Would he have made you happy? Made your life fulfilling?"
She tried not to hesitate, to sound sure of her answer. "Yes." But Silmeria was anything but sure. Her only certainty had been that the marriage would have been for the good of Asgard, relations strengthened between the two realms. Good would have come from the union, even if Silmeria had never learned to love Rufus, never came to be happy with her new life.
"You lie." Brahms sounded certain of that, even as she shook her head no. "To me, and to yourself. You'd never be happy with him, never find fulfillment at some elf's side."
"So you what? Acted on my best interest?" She demanded, and he nodded, still gripping her arms tightly. "You've turned me into a monster!" She snapped, struggling to get free. "You've made me into a thing that feeds on the life of others. The very creatures I am sworn to exterminate. The fiend that..."
"I've given you new life!" Brahms roared over her voice. "I've given you purpose, the chance to find reason and happiness."
"As if I could ever be happy like this!" Silmeria screamed, voice just as loud as his. "You think there is joy in killing others? In ending a human's life to further my own?"
"There is more to a vampire's life than that." Brahms protested, and she shook her head. "There is!" He insisted. "I know this will be a difficult time for you, for us. You need a period of adjustment, but eventually you will see. This was the best course for you."
"You've given me a death sentence!" Silmeria snapped. "My sisters will not tolerate my existence, any more than they will tolerate yours. It would have been a mercy for you to kill me quick, rather than let me know such torture, such misery."
"I would sooner rip out my own heart, than let you die." Brahms retorted. "And do you understand why?" She didn't, and it showed, Brahms' bruising grip pulling her closer so he could bring his lips onto hers. "Because you are mine."
She broke the kiss with a hiss, almost snapping her teeth at his lips. But she didn't want to risk the chance of tasting his blood, of getting any more of that foul concoction in her system. "You overbearing, possessive Neanderthal! I am not yours! I will never be yours, no matter what you do to me!"
"You feel the connection between us. I know you do." Brahms insisted, hardly deterred by her words. "It's existence has been established since the time of our first meeting, though we both fought against it. We are the same Silmeria...the same sides of a soul, beings who shouldn't exist apart from each other."
"You are delusional as ever if you think to say we are soul mates." She scoffed. "A Valkyrie and a vampire are mortal enemies, not love matches."
"Once I would have agreed with you." Brahms said. "I could have killed you back then, and never known what I would have been stealing from myself."
"Your motivations are as selfish as they are insane." Silmeria sneered. "You seek to secure yourself happiness at the cost of mine!"
"You don't even know what true happiness is!" Brahms retorted. "Your life as a Valkyrie was hardly fulfilling. You lacked a reason for your existence, a purpose."
"I would have found that purpose at Lord Rufus' side!"
"You wouldn't have!" Brahms snapped back. "How could that man, that elf, ever hope to make you happy? To give you the kind of life you needed?"
"We would have managed." Silmeria answered coldly. "Now let go of me."
"I won't let you go far from me." He warned, slowly relaxing his grip. She immediately shot out from under him, fleeing to the far corner of the room. He turned just as fast to watch her progress, Brahms unsettling gaze on her. Silmeria tried to ignore the way he looked at her, reaching with shaking hands to begin trying to wipe off the blood smears on her face. Even once the streaked blood was removed, she continued to rub at her cheeks, skin feeling as though it could never get clean again.
"Stop that." Brahms grumbled an order. "You only serve to irritate your skin."
She ignored him, continuing her rubbing motions. She wanted the blood gone, from her hands, from her dress. Would a bath be enough to get that clean feeling again? Silmeria doubted that. Not so long as her very insides were tainted now, her core more vampire than Valkyrie now.
~It's just not fair.~ She thought to herself. Her future was supposed to be so much more than this. She was supposed to finally find her reason for existing, her chance at happiness. Even if her match with Rufus never produced love, at least there would have been other things to distract her. To give her purpose. She'd no longer have to fight, to spend an indefinite eternity out on the battlefield. Brahms had stolen all that away from her, and more, Silmeria realizing her transformation stole away her sisters from her.
Another realization hit her, Silmeria's hands suddenly stilling by her sides. Lenneth! What had happened to her? She had heard her dear sister's scream, Lenneth arriving as Brahms drank Silmeria to the brink of death. Horrified, she met Brahms' crimson gaze, accusation in her voice. "My sister, the Valkyrie Lenneth. What have you done to her?" She leaned into the wall for support, a frightening thought going through her mind. Was Lenneth's blood that which coursed through Brahms' veins at the moment? Had Silmeria's own sister's blood been tempting her to take a drink? She thought she might be ill, and wondered if it was possible for a vampire to vomit.
"Ah Lenneth." A faint twist of his lips, more smirk than smile. It made her want to slap him in an attempt to wipe that expression off his face. "She fought valiantly on your behalf. But she was no match for me."
"And what was her fate?" Silmeria asked, knowing her skin had grown even paler with fright.
"Fear not Silmeria." Brahms voice was hardly reassuring. "I did not kill her. Nor did I allow any of my people to touch her." She closed her eyes, relief making her dizzy. "Your sister still lives. I dare say she has returned to Asgard, and reported the happenings of your abduction."
"You spared her in order to taunt my King?" Silmeria asked.
"I spared her because I knew it would displease you if I killed your most favorite of sisters." He countered. Her eyes snapped open at that, the rage in them brimming over into her words.
"You think one life spared can make up for all the deaths your kind caused that day!" She demanded. "The countless einherjar who died, the valkyries who accompanied us that were slain?"
"Necessary deaths." Brahms retorted. "They stood in the way of what I wanted." His eyes narrowed, Brahms stepping towards her. "And Silmeria, I ALWAYS get what I want."
She turned to avoid his hand's caress on her cheek, Silmeria stalking over to the window. With interest, she noted it wasn't barred, though arcane symbols had been carved into the glass. She was no magician to know what those symbols meant, but Silmeria could feel the power of their spell.
"I wouldn't advise trying to leave that way." Came Brahms' voice from behind her. "The windows have been enchanted to keep a vampire confined within these walls."
"So I am nothing more than your prisoner..."
"OH, you are so much more than that." Brahms answered. Again he tried to touch her, an attempt to lay his hands on her shoulders. "You are my everything."
"I am nothing to you." Silmeria retorted, moving away from him. "It's best you accept that."
"Never." Brahms answered. She held back a sigh, annoyed at that. "It's not so bad..." She turned, eyebrows raised in surprise. "To be a vampire." Before Silmeria could angrily retort, Brahms was continuing. "You no longer feel the pain of your injuries."
She considered that briefly, noting there wasn't even a faint lingering of pain. It was as though she had never been injured, Silmeria able to do the most exaggerated of movements with ease. "It's not worth it." Silmeria answered at last. "I would have gladly endured the pain a million times over to remain as I was." He snorted at that, but he wasn't amused. Neither was she, Silmeria narrowing her eyes at him. "Was this all part of your master plan?"
Brahms looked confused then, Silmeria sighing. "Surely you didn't leave this all up to chance. My injuries were part of your plan to get close to me, to be able to kidnap me. You knew Odin would send me away if I was no longer able to fight. You were counting on that, weren't you?"
He turned angry then, growling aghast at her. "I would never purposefully do you harm. Especially to that extent."
"But you have!" She countered, but he ignored that.
"What happened on the battlefield was a mistake. It was out of my control, those vampires injuring you." His look was savage then, the man unsatisfied with his vampire's actions. "I have personally seen that all involved with harming you have paid. For their transgressions against you, they died."
"You expect me to be glad for that?" Silmeria asked. He blinked in confusion then. It appeared he had expected her to be happy at that news. "You merely proved what a savage you are, what brutes your entire race is!"
"Silmeria..."
Again she shrugged off his attempt to touch her, Silmeria angry. "Don't! Don't call me that! You have no right to my name...to the intimacy it implies."
"But I will use it all the same." Brahms retorted. "You are mine Silmeria. Do not ever forget that."
"You think making me into your own kind grants you ownership over me?" She demanded, hands on her hips.
"You do not yet understand the ways of the vampires. I am not just your husband..."
"Husband?" She scoffed.
"I am your sire as well." Brahms continued without pause. "That implies certain rights, though I do not intend to force them on you. I will wait for you to love me back."
"Love you back? That will never happen!" She retorted, dismayed by his calm smile. "You will learn first hand how difficult it is to gain the heart and soul of a Valkyrie."
"You are Valkyrie no more." Brahms reminded her. "You are a vampire, and first and foremost a woman. I think it will not be difficult to awaken the heart which you buried under your warrior's armor."
"You...you..." She was near speechless with anger, annoyed at his unshakable confidence. "Arrogant, overbearing..."
"You must be hungry." Brahms interrupted smoothly. His fingers went to his neck, clawing over one of the scratches to further it's bleeding. "Come. It would give me immense satisfaction to see to this need of yours."
She seethed with rage, and turned her back on him, her refusal apparent in her actions. "I will not feed." Silmeria announced. "Never will I do such a distasteful act."
"You didn't find it so distasteful mere minutes go." Brahms told her, and she flushed then with embarrassment. "You were seconds away from taking my neck."
"That would have been a mistake." Silmeria hissed. "I was confused and disoriented, half out of my mind. It won't be repeated."
"You have not yet known true hunger." Brahms stepped into her, chest pressed into her back as he grabbed at her arms to hold her in place. "But mark my words Silmeria. Someday soon you will. And when that happens, the call of blood will be irresistible, even to you."
"I will truly be damned then." She was sad then, not even attempting to struggle against his hold.
"Not damned. But blessed. It will be the moment your new life truly begins..."
She said nothing to that, Silmeria just thinking her thoughts. She knew her sisters would be coming for her. They wouldn't be able to revert the transformation that had been forced on her. Her life was truly lost, forfeited the moment Brahms had forced his blood down her throat. But there was a chance for her soul's salvation. If she could only hold out long enough for Lenneth and Hrist to come, to end her life before she fed on some innocent, she would be freed from this torment. She just had to keep from feeding, no matter how hungry she got, or how long it took her sisters to come to her rescue.
But as the scent of Brahms' blood filled her flaring nostrils, Silmeria wondered if salvation wasn't already denied to her. Already the blood held such a temptation to her, how much worse would it get as the days passed? Silmeria shivered, knowing she would have to call upon all her inner reserves of strength if she was to resist Brahms and the blood he tempted her with.
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To Be Continued...
Once again I would like to thank my friend Huntress for her input and valuable advice. She holds my hands during these Brahms Silmeria chapters, where I am so uncertain with this paring. She also read the flashback part, and made suggestions that had me rewrite the begginning, so that it flowed better. And helped me when I got stuck on Brahms answer to "How could you?" So thanks very much dear! This chapter might not have finished if not for you! *hugs*
Michelle
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