"This needs to end," Stated Ghoen as she scrubbed away the remaining blood.
Marenda had bunched herself into a corner and was biting her own knuckles. She made no sign of comprehension at the orc's words.
The orc had returned an hour prior ready to rage her resignation at her bizarre client, collect her belongings and slam the door on her way out. Instead, she was on her hands and knees cleaning up a mess consisting of blood and sexual ejaculate. She had found Marenda clinging to the chest of the boy, Austos, she thought his name was; whilst sobbing and whispering apologies to his unconscious form.
There had been a great deal of blood, though neither of them seemed injured. The boy was even paler than the witch, if such a thing was possible, and his breathing was shallow, however he otherwise seemed alive. The orc had come in yelling, yet Marenda had uncharacteristically flinched away from her and clung to her victim all the tighter.
She looked so much like her. There were differences; the witch's hair was longer and straighter, her body was more boyish with fewer curves and her blue eyes were a few shades paler, yet the similarities jammed a dagger directly into the orc's heart. Ghoen simply could not bring herself to abandon the woman in such a condition of vulnerability.
"Talk to me, witch," the mercenary was no longer angry, just tired.
This time Marenda made an incomprehensible mumbling noise. Ghoen supposed it was better than nothing.
She continued pressing the witch, "Your tools are broke."
The vampire coughed a little before finally speaking directly to Ghoen for the first time since her return, "No shit."
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
"I fucked up. I fucked up and you weren't here to-" Marenda's voice rose in pitch before she cut herself off and choked out, "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," it was not.
The witch looked up so that their eyes met. Ghoen could see no tears, only an aged and haunted look, "I'm so sorry."
The orc shuddered and was unable to maintain the gaze. The term 'vampire' still held little meaning to her, but she felt like maybe she was getting the gist. Satisfied that the room looked significantly less like a torture chamber now, Ghoen began to pack away the make-shift cleaning tools she had requisitioned for the task.
"I lose control," was the witch going to open up? The mercenary gave her a brief nod of acknowledgment as she stuffed bloodied rags into a bag.
"Sometimes just for a moment," Marenda went on, "Occasionally for hours. Usually I just make an ass of myself; say something awful or whatever. Other times I really hurt someone."
"This is his blood then?" Ghoen brandished the red cloths, "I suspected, but there are no wounds on him."
The vampire smiled faintly, "Contingencies. Most all of my stuff is for contingencies for when I fuck up someone good."
"So... I thought when you hired me as his bodyguard-"
Marenda finished the orc's sentence for her, "You thought I was just being facetious or weird. A deception in plain sight. One of my collection of specialties."
Ghoen sighed, "But you were being honest in a fashion. You have been one unpleasant surprise after another."
"That is a marginally kinder way of putting it than others have," the occultist wore her familiar sinister grin.
The twisted smile rekindled the orc's anger and she shouted, "What the fuck is wrong with you? What kind of person employs others to protect against themselves?!"
Marenda matched her to the decibel, "A fucking monster, that's who."
"I am beginning to understand that!" the orc dropped what she was doing in order to face the witch and bring herself to full height.
"Then why are you still here?" the vampire also stood up.
"I- Because-" she could not say the words to the doppelganger.
Marenda was almost suddenly close to her, "Kiss me."
That she could do. Anything to push away the conflicting feelings churning within her. The orc wrapped an arm around the human's waist, drew her in and mashed their lips together. She pushed her tongue roughly into the vampire's mouth to seek out its partner and they danced together. The witch's tongue riposted her own and brought the kiss deeper. Ghoen growled low in her throat as her lust built.
The orc could feel Marenda smiling into the kiss and was unable to stop herself simpering back. She had no clue as to who or what this vampire-human was, yet she knew she wanted to fuck her. When she picked her up, the witch clung happily onto her. Ghoen dropped her into a chair and smouldered.
"Take off your clothes," the orc demanded from a place deep within her throat.
"First tell me; who was she?"
In an instant, her desire was crushed. It was such a hard blow, that she could not muster her rage in response. Instead she could only sag, "Don't..."
"You must have really loved her. How long ago-"
Ghoen had to cut her off, "Please."
The vampire tilted her head to the side almost innocently, "You should talk about it."
Ghoen looked down at the ghost of her past. Her clothes were dishevelled and legs akimbo. Would making love to that body make her feel better? Would unearthing history really do anyone any good? The orc did not believe it would.
"It's late," stated the sell-sword flatly, "You should get some sleep."
"I don't need to sleep, sweetie. Or eat. Or breathe. I can do, but I don't need to."
"Well, I need to. Good night," Ghoen managed not to run out.
****
Austos grimaced as Marenda forced another large spoonful of jam into his mouth. At least he was wearing trousers. With a supreme effort, the young paladin forced himself to swallow the concentrated berry flavour, "Are you sure you don't have any bread my lady?"
"Fairly certain, yes. You've been catching so may Z's that all the food we bought for you has died," she winked at him, "Sorry."
"How long was I unconscious?"
She rolled her eyes in thought, "In total or since I last knocked you out?"
That did not sound good, "Um... both?"
"Well." She put down the jam in order to put her hands on her hips theatrically, "We've had you here for almost a week and it's been twenty-four hours since our little incident," she paused, "For which I am very sorry about, you understand?"
Austos cautiously thought that maybe he was gaining some understanding, though his recollections from the previous day were hazy. He remembered what they had spoken about; a devious orc plan to throw the human nations into chaos and Marenda's ploy to subvert it. He had consented to the use of his semen for use in a counter potion using the strange dream method the witch employed. Then there had been pain and a cacophony of vividly lurid fantasies.
The paladin jolted, "I'm injured?"
"You were. I fixed you up, though," she poked his chest, "See?"
He looked down, but could see no evidence of any wounds, "Uh..."
"I used the good stuff, so there won't be any scarring. I am really, really sorry."
Austos took a deep breath and spoke solemnly and earnestly, "I forgive you."
Marenda's jaw clenched and she glared at him with vehemence that came seemingly out of nowhere, "Fuck you," she snarled.
His breath came out in a mixture of shock and annoyance. Just when he thought that he was connecting with her she would turn. She held out another portion of jam at a full arm's length. He accepted the viscous food with as much grace as he could manage whilst holding the witch's icy glare. To his credit she broke the gaze first.
The orc entered the room with a swagger, though she frowned when she saw Austos, "You haven't let him go?"
"Why would I want to do that? He's so cute all trussed up and spoon fed," night became day in an instant and she flashed a surprisingly bright smile at the mercenary.
He was even more confused when Ghoen moved right up to the witch and pulled her close. When the orc sniffed the blonde's hair he choked on his jam. She regarded him with a mixture of pity and annoyance and when she spoke, acted as if he was not there.
"I thought we had spoken of this?" the mercenary whispered to Marenda. Austos' hearing was sharp enough that he had no difficulty hearing, especially considering their close proximity.
"He's still weak and we're out in the sticks. I'd rather the munchkin didn't die of exposure or some other grizzly fate because of my negligence," the witch sing-songed back.
Austos was incensed by the 'munchkin' remark, yet more alarmed by the turn of events, "You're releasing me?"
"That's right, sweetie. I think I've fucked you up more than enough at this point. Now open your mouth," she brandished her spoon, "Here comes the aero plane!"
He dodged the projectile and focused on the words he understood, "But- Does that mean we're finished?" Austos was a little alarmed that he felt disappointed.
Marenda bit her lip and started to speak, however she was cut off by the orc, "You're done, boy. Leave it at that."
He decided to take her advice. He was still unsure whether or not he had had a single straight answer from either of them in the time they had shared. Besides he had learned more from listening than asking questions so far.
"I would have likely fucked the situation up worse anyway," Maranda added.
It was enough clarification to confirm that they were giving up not only on using him, but the plan in its entirety. This would not do. The strategy was sound even if the implementation was sinful. Was this Ghoen's doing? Had she convinced or forced the witch into quitting?
Austos considered his options. If he truly was released and this was not another cruel trick he was obligated to return to his order and report what he had learned. How would his superiors react? He expected the highest chance of response would be incredulity, disbelief and to be assigned several months of penance for lying and absence without leave. The paladin would be duty-bound to accept his punishment with humility.
Could he convince the Holy Order that he was being truthful, and if so, what then? What approach would be used to combat the threat? Orcs were slippery and hard to catch. He had already established that there was no clear way to stop a race of water elementals from poisoning the water short of war. A sinking feeling settled upon him. It would be war as soon as the dwarfs discovered the ploy anyway and by reporting it, Austos would be in part responsible for it. He knew instantly that that was a burden he could not bear to live with.
