Leviathan:
"There has to be a way to reverse this!" Leviathan wasn't meaning to yell at the old healer, but he could not help himself. Anastasia had gone too far. "I mean how did it work in the first place, she is a demon now."
"Like I have been saying for weeks, I can only assume that because you delivered your mark before her transition it created a loophole of some sorts that allowed her to complete the bond. Now the bond will kill you to be away from her. You can not keep avoiding her as you have been. You need to feed. If you die so does she, and vice versa. This is a life bond, even her God could not reverse it." Susume was completely exasperated with the demon in front of her. Everyday for two months, he has been a thorn in her side. Leviathan came to her with the same questions over and over. "If you continue with this redundant questioning, I will be forced to leave and no longer be of service to you."
Leviathan was livid, no matter who he sought out, their answers were all the same. He was starving, tired, and could feel the effects of not being near her already. He was noticeably paler and weaker. His pride would not let him near Anastasia. On multiple occasions he could feel her presence just behind a door he was about to go in, and would turn heel and go in a different direction. He couldn't even be at peace in his own home.
"You're good to go Susume, thank you for all of your help." With that the old woman bowed her head to him and left. Leviathan held his composer until the healer had left the room, but once the door clicked shut his body caved in on itself in pain. The hunger pains were getting worse as the days went by. He needed to feed, but true to Anastasia's words, he was unable to look at any other woman let alone touch them. It felt like his chest was tearing itself apart from the inside out when he would try. Defeated and ashamed, Leviathan lay on the floor in pain, resisting the need to go to her.
Anastasia:
I didn't think he would be able to hold out this long. It was a spur of the moment I decided to mark him. I could feel an overwhelming need to be close to him when I first woke up as a demoness, and I don't know if it had to do with him marking me or him being the cause of my change. I figured it was kind of a sweet revenge, that he was bound to me. For years I was tortured by him, for years I ran, and finally I am willingly his and he wanted nothing to do with me. It was ironically funny. But his pain is mine. I could feel his inner turmoil. I could feel his anger and hunger. I was tired of waiting for him to come to me. I have set myself in his path on purpose, only for him to turn the other way and leave. It was time that I went to him.
So I went to his office, where I could feel his presence. I stood at the door in nothing but my panties, with my hand hovering over the knob. I could hear labored breathing behind the door.
"Alex?" I called. "Are you ok in there?" All I got in response was a pain filled grunt. I could feel anger course through the bond. Simmering hot anger that burned like fire. How dare he? Who the fuck did he think he was? My anger rose like a roaring inferno. I could feel my face burn hot and a loud growl erupted from my chest. That son of a bitch, after everything he put me through, he was mad because he was marked?
With a roar I lifted my leg and smashed through the door with my foot. It splintered as it flew inward. My eyes roamed the room until my eyes landed on Alex's prostrate form lying on the floor. Shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and sides. He turned his head toward me glaring. I glared right back.
"What?" He asked between clenched teeth. His skin looked so pale it was almost transparent. He looked so weak, I don't think he would be able to defend himself, let alone his clan.
"What do you mean what? Are you trying to kill yourself?" I growled
"If it means escaping you, that doesn't sound too bad now does it?" Alex drawled.
