I know it's still moving slow. I am getting to Bane...honest, probably next chapter. Unless of course I continue having sooo much fun fleshing out my chapters and trying to make them better.
Reena is at the reins here, I'd push buttons on Bane sooner then I would Reena! I honestly think she's meaner.
But I am so caught up in this, I am posting really fast. And hey, the darkness wants Bane. If Reena can't resist the darkness, what chance does a simple lil author have?
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"I'm so tired of killing Ciara. I want it to stop, but where can I go, what can I do? How do I find a place that has no Monsters to let the night out? I can't exactly go live out in the wild lands, now can I? Well I suppose I could, but I don't think I could get mad enough at a bear or a wolf."
Ciara blinked her sky blue eyes for a moment. "Huh? Oh, the darkness!"
Reena nodded dejectedly, her chin cradled in one long fingered hand. "Hell, I like animals, I wouldn't wanna go all night on one. Well maybe if it was chewing my arm off or something. But I like em a damn site better then I like fucking people...except for you Cia, you know I love you." Reena hastened to add as her friend's open, innocent eyes started to tinge dark with a shade of hurt.
"You better!" Ciara snapped a bit hotly. "You're all I've got!"
Reena leaned close to give her friend a brief, but nearly bone crushing hug.
"And you're all I have."
Since Geneve had died, Ciara was the only human Reena had ever been touched by or touched in return that she hadn't killed. Or at least grievously injured.
Sometimes she could pull in the darkness that tiny, needed bit. Once in a great rarity she could get back enough human to turn and run.
Normally though she simply killed whatever called out the darkness.
That not a one of her victims had ever been an innocent, that most could have easily given the very devil himself a run for the money in regards to evil and the horrific acts strewn in their past gave her no solace.
She was a murderer, a killer of men, simple as that.
This cursed darkness used her to become judge, jury and executioner upon any who's act of evil was so foul as to call up Reena's darkness. All she could do was try to avoid such acts. Because she sure as hell wasn't allowed to turn her back on them.
The bitch of the matter was, simply and succinctly, evil sure as shit seemed to reign.
When the butchery had ended that night four years ago, the first thing she had done was bury her mother, as deep as her thirteen year body allowed her to dig. Deep enough that the animals wouldn't smell Geneve.
She had first cleansed her mother of the ocean's of blood that streaked and coated the tiny, frail body.
Geneve had only owned that one shabby dress, so Reena had found the nicest blanket that the slaughtered mercenaries had owned amongst them, and tenderly wrapped her mother in the warm folds, easily lifting her mother's diminutive body.
When it was done, she stood there staring down at the freshly turned earth. I should say something, she thought vaguely. But had no words to say.
So she stood there, while the moon tracked over her head, it's slithery beams twining and writhing about the stiff limbs of the soul it had claimed. She stood there.
Then dropped smoothly to her knees and laid both palms down flat on the raw earth, her heart twisting with a moment's raw agony that she thought might just slay her, as her mother's murderer's hadn't managed.
She dropped her head and stared, hurting, that her mother was there. In the cold ground. But maybe, just maybe, this embrace was kinder then any of the ones that had proceeded it. No one could ever hurt Geneve again, after all, now could they? Mother was safe from all of them, the monsters and the almost decent ones. Mother was sleeping now.
Her fingers curled to take up a handful of dirt, holding it tight in her grip for a moment before letting it fall free.
She found her words.
"I loved you mother. I love you. Always and until I finally can go to sleep with you...I love you!"
Then she stood, and moving about the camp, coldly and methodically searched every body for coin and valuables. She took all that they had, and considered it merely justice.
After all, hadn't this camp taken from her the one, the only thing that she had?
She took warm blankets, a good cloak, all the food she could gather.
She took all that she could find, all that she could use, all that she could carry.
She took water. And she took her hate and the darkness and left that cursed place.
She went back to the only place she had known.
She went back to the village.
She moved into a rude, mean little hut that had been left to fall down upon itself when the elderly farmer who owned it died of some sickness.
She waited for that sickness to take her.
When it didn't, she sighed, and went to work in his gardens, coaxing back into captivity the few animals that hadn't died of the farmers demise; a handful of chickens, two scrawny goats, and a cow that she grew to loathe as much as the creature obviously hated her.
She managed to last a year before she had to slip into the village to have an important farm tool fixed.
She went at a time she figured she could avoid people, avoid trouble.
And she turned a corner and came upon blue eyed, auburn haired Ciara fighting desperately and fiercely against the four men trying to rape her.
For one cold, crystal clear moment all froze, the four men, the two woman...
Even as callous, wicked eyes began to gleam with pleasurable thoughts of not one, but two women to rape, the darkness came...and the killing started all over again.
The men were down, bloody, broken...lifeless, in less then a minute. And Reena was bent over in a corner vomiting violently, trying to spew out the poison as quickly as she could, desperate to get away, to run, to escape. No more frail, fragile Geneve's for her. Not ever.
