Confronting a Traitor
“I see you…”
Davan’s head snapped towards the direction of Gallus castle, those words sent chills down his spine the moment he heard them. Within moments, Davan picked himself sorely from the ground and slipped through a nearby shadow and reappeared in the shadow Alora was facing. He didn’t care if he was near Gallus Castle, nobody would be able to see, or hear him but her. Her. The one he abandoned the heart he broke the most. Still, Davan showed no emotion for the time being as he stepped out of the shadows into Alora’s view, his armor gleaming in the moonlight as he moved into the moonlight showing the emotionless expression on his face. Leaning against her tree, her fingers seemed as if they were playing with strands of lightning. Alora felt a tugging smile as he stepped in front of her.
“Are you happy?” Davan asked her, looking straight into her eyes.
“Ah, Davan, darling.” At the exact moment her heart beat it sent a shock through the ground from her feet, and continued for ten beats, creating a flash from below, lighting Davan’s face for her to see, her own face continuing to hold a soft smile. He spoke to her and her heart felt as if it would rip from her chest, the feeling so painful that she pushed it away, remembering and welcoming the deadness she had brought upon herself the last few months.
Davan stood his ground as Alora made her lightning dance, her usual tricks, though the fact they were being used on him was a quite novel feeling. Watching her as she walked and brightened up the forest around them, realizing she was able to see his face, he remained still. Naturally, those three words greeting him were electric themselves, oh how Alora had a way with words, when she chose to speak. The roles were switched. Davan was indeed a broken man, and had difficulty hiding it from the woman he once loved those many months ago. She could see right through him, because she knew him so well.
“Are you happy you get to see me like this, Alora? Broken?”
“Naturally.” She smiled wickedly, her lips curling perfectly, her hair feathering her face as the light breeze slipped around her. “You know, you remind me of someone like this.” She spoke of herself. “And I’m sure that you enjoyed watching her break.”
Her words were like daggers. Daggers that injected Davan with guilt in every gash they made on his heart. He remained silent as her words sunk in, the memories rushing back to him like it was yesterday. How he wished he could go back, so she would comfort him instead of torment him like she was right then and there. Davan figured it was what he deserved; he truly did love her, but just not as much as he did the Nephilim. Still, Davan did not make a move, and used every ounce of will and effort to try and remain calm and emotionless, but he knew, eventually, he’d give in.
Within a crackling flash she was behind him, a sparkling hand on his shoulder sent a single tremor through his body. “Didn’t you like watching her break?” she asked, her voice lined with silk and a sweet tone.
As the lightning struck and Alora manifested behind him, Davan watched the small bolts dance across the floor and disappear, his lip quivering slightly as she spoke, because he knew exactly what she was talking about. Sure enough, as quick as Alora mentioned ‘her’ Davan shut his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek. Fighting the temptation to wipe it away, Davan could feel the tear’s every movement as it made its way down to his chin and fell. That is when he felt her hand upon his shoulder. The usual warm loving embrace was now cold and full of malicious intent as her words tortured his very soul. The static ran through his armor, but Davan showed no reaction, he simply kept staring at the ground, showing no emotion except for the sorrow in his eyes.
As silence again filled the air, Davan took a painful deep breath, preparing to speak, “I didn’t enjoy it Alora, what we had was real, you know that.”
Being this close to him was more painful than anything she had ever experienced. Her heart pleaded to leave her chest but her brain pushed all emotion from her face and actions. A war flowing through her as she moved gracefully around him. She paused for moments, watching her words take their toll on him. A single tear slipped down his cheek and when he spoke of what they once had and that it was real she wiped the tear’s trail from his face, a smile pressing to her lips as she felt the cool liquid on her fingers. She wanted him to feel as she did when he left them all, but knew he somehow had it easier. Her jaw tightened and she breathed in slowly, pulling herself back in control.
The conversation was so surreal, these two used to be in love, they use to walk through the courtyard together, but that was long gone, and Davan was now forced to pay for what he did to her. His heart struggled to stay in one piece as he felt her wipe away his tear and smile, she was slowly breaking him piece by piece, but remained so beautiful. He turned to her and his eyes locked with hers until he felt her soft hands caressing his face, every ounce of him wishing she loved him again, wishing she would press her lips against his and make him forget about what had happened to them.
Alora lifted a gentle hand, spiked with lightning and rested it on Davan’s neck as she moved around to face him, running her fingers gently along his flesh, the bits of electricity snipping at his skin, her other hand in a flash was at his throat, dagger in hand and pressing hard against his flesh. She held herself close to him, but was aware of his speed and agility and was ready at all times to move away from him. She leaned in close, her lips barely inches from his ear as she whispered as sweetly as she could manage without her voice cracking, “I came here to kill you, love. But I believe I like you better this way.”
The sparks ran through Davan, outlining the tattoo on his neck, the feeling was bittersweet, as the touch was painful but calming. Davan felt the cold sting of her blade pressed against his neck. Alora’s words were a blessing in disguise, as they bought enough time for Davan to slowly grab his dirk, and firmly press it against her lower stomach, making sure she could feel it’s sharp edge without necessarily cutting her. A slight smirk spread across his face as he grabbed her neck and brought her closer to him, staring face to face, staring her straight in the eyes. As their eyes met Davan pressed her body tightly against his, his hand against her back, sparks kicking up from her spine, trailing his fingers. Their lips almost touching as he spoke. “If you enjoy it so, stay.”
Alora paused. She felt the cool silver of a blade against her stomach, a smile pressing at her lips just before Davan pulled her closer to him. She moved her hand from his shoulder and caressed him softly along his cheek how she used to before, when she loved him. She settled herself against him, her arm wrapping itself around the back of his neck as she glided the blade of her dagger around his neck to rest the tip just behind his spine. They had gotten the drop on each other.
“Do you remember when we used to dance in the courtyard? How we would always be happy, in that courtyard, dancing in the moonlight, together? Those beautiful dresses you wore. Oh the times we had.” he said, letting out a faint laugh as he finished the sentence, the situation allowed for Davan to straighten his mind out. Their shadows created by the bright moonlight began to move, to dance, waltzing around them as they held blades to each other, Alora had her tricks, Davan had his. He paused for a second, the smile fading from his face as he spoke. “Who would have thought we would dance again?”
She leaned closer, pressing her lips gently against the corner of his softly. “What do you need my darling? Someone to comfort you? To love?” she smiled sweetly to him “To rip another’s soul from them?” her blue eyes looked as if they would scream, she avoided the shadows dancing around them, pressing hard on the pain from her heart and fought the tears that threatened her.
Davan stood still as Alora adjusted herself, trying not to tempt the dagger that softly dug into his neck. However, her touch was still sweet, still graceful. Davan was sure to keep the blade steady, he never forgot of the woman’s speed and how dangerous she could be if you gave her a speck of time. Her words were hurtful, but her voice beautiful, it tricked you into listening and taking in her words. Her eyes on her other hand, told another story, a story of emotion, a story of a romantic tragedy caused by the actions of Davan himself, how he wished he could take it all back, so that he never hurt her.
The temptation to kiss her as he felt her lips so close his was overwhelming, taking every ounce of Davan’s will to hold him back. Instead, with his free hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against him, twisting the dirk so the flat of the blade was mostly what threatened her. The situation would definitely become more tense, but Davan found a strange sense of comfort as he held her. He reminded himself of the question she asked him, her eyes almost dragging him into a trance, perhaps another one of her tricks. Davan wore a smirk as he prepared to answer with a question of his own, their shadows still dancing around them.
“What do you want my dearest Alora? Do you really wish to spill my blood, or be with me like those many nights before? You have your dagger at my neck, do it. If you want to so bad, do it. That is what you want, isn’t it?”
Alora felt everything inside her explode. A shock of lightning slipped from her skin and shot Davan from her. She had moved her dagger from his neck while he spoke but his dagger had sliced through the leather armor and into the skin of her side. She didn’t look but could feel the warm drips of fresh blood trickling down the side of her stomach. Her blue eyes were hard and passionate anger filled her. “You, darling, will be left to live with your mistakes and your pain.” She could feel herself getting weaker and was losing blood quickly. She gave him a light sweet smile and a strike of lightning from the earth to the sky was the last site of her before him.