Darkness take us all

((next 2 posts are again from the "Oh so twisted" - "creepy" category. But I just felt like writing them so...criticism is welcome and expected))

It must be a dream.

As they sit, both of them, on a blanket near the half ruined stove, in the flickering light of the candle, sharing stories and thoughts.

Duskwood forests are quiet around them, around the abandoned farm, in which they have found shelter for the night.

“They never liked my inclination towards fire..." Laandra gives a small laughter, as she remembers Vaalatu. Even here, far away from Azuremyst, the place exerts a strange fascination, calming her thoughts. “It’s far too dangerous if not controlled properly...In the end they gave up...They agreed that elemental magic was still better for me than arcane..."

She flinches, recalling some memory long buried in her past, when she was young, before even starting her training. The waves of energy welling inside her, at times. The unquenchable thirst at others.

She sits a little back, on her knees, watching him intently. Every time they touch, some fragment of that energy courses into Eireannan, even if he tries, again and again to shut it off. But there's so much inside her, waiting just to be released, that he doesn't hurt her. It's just this ugly, sinful, dark thought she has been having recently, that torments her as she lays wide awake on her blanket, at nights.

To taste him too.

And now, their eyes locked together, its exactly her look that tells him of her wish, as he leans over, to slowly caress her shoulder. He needs no explanation to understand that simple lust. Her desire.

“If you really want it, Laan..."

Words trail in the air. Were they really spoken?

“No”, she shivers, bitting her lower lip. But then, the temptation is too much, and, hesitating, Laandra reaches out to touch him.

Eireannan nearly holds his breath.

There's only the cracking and rustling of the fire in the stove.

So silent.

"Focus", he whispers,"on what you wish to take away..."

It's wrong, she thinks. So utterly wrong that her mind cries against it...yet she would not stop.

She cannot.

It burns. Her fingers on his skin burn, as she concentrates around the thought, eyes now tightly closed.

She remembers Vaalatu's words as she taught her how to tap into the elements and extract their force. How to visualize the lines of energy, while transforming herself into a simple channeling rod, never keeping the power for her own.

This feeling she has now it's unsettling, as she listens to his rasped breath. In many ways it's the same like the magic she knows and understands so well, opening her own self, expanding her consciousness and slowly allowing the flow of energy to coarse through her body. Eireannan shudders under her touch and Laandra starts, ready to withdraw.

And then, suddenly, there is pleasure, as she delves directly into his very life essence.

She wants to stop, but she no longer has the will. Head thrown back, her body arched, her fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders, violently, hurting, as ecstasy engulfs her mind and drives away all reason.

And she wants it ALL...

They fall.

They lie on the floor and she still can not let go. Eireannan's breath has turned to painful and ragged as he pulls her closer. He quivers under her touch, which is no longer sweet or gentle, only filled with the need and urgency he knows so well...How many times did he do it? yet never really knew what it feels like until this very second and there is such a bliss he cannot turn her away...even if now she's draining so greedily that she will soon take his life...

A voice in her mind, screaming for her to stop.

His pulse so erratic...

So weak...

Heartbeats starting to fail...

'You've learned control", she hears Vaalatu, smiling warmly to her favorite apprentice.

With a shocked gasp, Laandra withdraws. Hands pressed on her heaving chest, fighting for air. He lies on the floor, pale and shuddering, eyes closed, lips bitten nearly to the taste of blood to retain a cry.

“Oh, Light!"

"What have I done?" she utters and her voice is hoarse and strange. She can still feel it, the stream of his energy gushing into her own, filling her veins, her blood, every little fiber of her body.

“Eriean!"

"Shh", he whispers, "I'm fine..."

Tears rush in her eyes, and Laandra blinks to keep them at bay. Eireannan's fingers softly caress the tight line of her jaw, before pulling her down, by his side. He cradles her in his arms, brushing away her silken blue locks, until his face is nestled into her shoulder...and he holds her like that for a long, long time...