anita_blake | Incubus Dreams

Incubus Dreams - October 27th

As Anita wakes up, she makes several realizations.

She is on the floor.

She is on the floor of her kitchen.

She is on the floor of her kitchen, naked.

Slowly, she looks around and sees Nathaniel on the floor at her side, his cheek resting on her thigh. Memory comes back to her, of the hungers, of the ardeur, of the fucking and feeding and memories. Anita eyes dart around, looking for Damian, because Damian was with them, and they land on his form, bathed in sunlight.

Like his pale skin had been dipped in honey, and Anita has the distant thought of how beautiful the vampire looked with his blood-red hair, warm skin, and relaxed features. But the most overwhelming thought was that Damian was bathed in sunlight! She scrambles over to him, grabbing Damian by the ankles, and pulls him out of the sunlight, but then he's awake, screaming, struggling, and Anita panics.

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His scream joins Damian's... joins Anita's. Nathaniel's world is Damian's fear, and he swears he's never known fear like this. He never wants to again. Never.

Nothing Gabriel had done or Raina or Gavin or Luke... nothing any of the men who had owned him over the years had ever done to him had evoked this sort of soul-deep terror that leaves Nathaniel's mind a barren landscape of suffocating smoke and dangerous flames.

He screams, and he doesn't think he'll ever stop.

Richard let his hand slide down Anita's shoulder to her arm, gripping it solidly as he pushed towards her through their marks. Trying to offering her his strength, his world as a way to pull herself out of what she was caught in. Offering her all things earth, forest, and wolf. Hoping it would be enough to bring her back.

It's the scent, more than anything, that draws her back. Christmas-tree pine and freshly turned earth, moss and mushroom. And riding above it all, the musk of the wolf, of Richard's wolf.

It gives her something real -- something now -- to focus on, and the memory starts to fade into mist as Richard anchors them and draws them back to the present.

The images turn misty and start to fade away, but the screams are slower to dissipate. They grow more distant as Richard keeps them from falling into the memories again, but as the voice starts to fade away, Damian's replaces it in reality.

"Moroven!" The distant voice of Perrin is joined by Damian, and as Perrin's voice begins to mutate, the name they both scream from different times and places changes. "Nemhain!"

While reality might be coming back to Anita and Nathaniel, it is Damian's memory, and it plagues him still. As he screams the name of his maker over and over, he tries to get to his knees, as if he will charge into the sunlit flames in his memory to try and save Perrin from his fate.

Damian continues to scream out the name even as he collapses into Anita and Nathaniel's arms so suddenly that Anita would have gone into the glass shower doors had Richard's arm not caught her.

Nathaniel strokes his hair and mutters soothing words to him right up to the point that the entire world bleeds into a nightmare of fear all over again. Even breathing hurts -- this isn't a tar that clogs up the lungs, but a scorching cloud that sears away the flesh. Moroven -- Damian's maker -- was making her presence felt.

In Anita's arms, Damian shudders and stills. His breathing slows, then stops, and Anita can't find a heartbeat at all. Moroven is taking back her power from Damian, just as Belle had done to Asher through Musette. He's not yours anymore; he's mine! she tries to scream out, but the fear chokes off her voice.

And the worst part is, even through the fear, she can sense no malice or motive in Moroven. She was simply sending the fear out to everyone around Damian. If it killed them, fine, if not, also fine. Moroven honestly could not care less. And there's no way to fight against that. All she can do is reach for Richard. He pulled them out of the fire before, maybe he can do it again.

There's the faintest hesitance, though where it stems from he doesn't take the time to look, to think about. After it passes his hand settles solidly in Anita's, keeping his marks, himself, his wolf, open to her to try and help. Hoping that it will help pull her back like it did the last time.

Jean-Claude feels an echo of the power, but doesn't get the full effect because of his distance from Damian and the fact that Moroven just doesn't care enough to expand her focus. He continues to try and connect with Anita, but the fear is like static, blocking out everything else.

Finally, he senses the break when Richard extends his power to her, and he is able to send his message. He knows Moroven and knows her weaknesses. Raise the ardeur and feed, he tells her. Moroven does not understand lust free of fear; she cannot fight it. Feed from Richard, and I will add my power to both of yours. As the full triumvirate, we can cast her out.

Edited 2009-10-06 01:29 (UTC)

Anita shakes her head as she tries to stop her teeth from chattering. "Can't," she manages to say around the trembling. "Can't feed from Richard."

Jean-Claude huffs at her stubbornness, and then opens the marks again, pulling Richard into the conversation, briefly repeating what he'd said before. What is your decision, Richard? Will you do this for Damian? Indeed, for all of us? It may be possible to use Micah, but the power would be cleaner and stronger if it were you.

There's a hesitance, though he nods after a moment. There's a squeeze of her hand where he holds it, "Feed from me." The words don't sound as strong as he might mean them to be, because a part of him doesn't feel ready for this. But Anita needs him, as do Damian and Nathaniel. And this step had to come at some point and he can't leave Anita like this.

Anita, her eyes surrounded by white, that fear just clawing at her.

"You don't want to," Anita pants, staring at Richard.

Richard closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the what all that fear riding the air is trying to get him to give into.

Brown eyes open and focus on her after that breath, "Feed from me." It's stronger this time, more solid. There's also a thought trailing through the marks on the end of that, I'd do anything to see you safe.

"Kiss me," Anita says.

Fuck me, kiss me, make it go away, Richard!

Richard shifts a little before he tugs her from underneath Damian and closer to him. He's really trying not to touch Damian at all since he's the eye of the storm in this, plus under him makes it hard to reach Anita.

The moment he's got her close enough he's kissing her, letting that plea fuel the kiss to something passionate and determined.

The withdrawal of Anita's touch is the cause for more panic from Damian, but with the terror from Moroven focused so acutely on him, he is all but immobilised.

He reaches blindly for Anita, but misses her. Nathaniel is still close, however, so he clings to the wereleopard, whimpering like a child who believes the dark will swallow him whole.

Nathaniel holds tightly to Damian, lost in that fear, wanting Anita to fix it.

And fix it now.

He tries to concentrate enough beyond the fear to soothe Damian, but the vampire's grip on him is painful, suffocating, almost as suffocating as the fear. He was going to be bruised, bone-deep, and he whimpers against Damian's throat.

Anita cries out into the kiss. The scent of wolf -- of his wolf -- and she buries herself in that. She kisses him as if she will devour him through his mouth, and this time, she doesn't fight the ardeur when it rises. Anita allows it to rise up, to consume her and reach out to draw Richard in.

Her hands yank impatiently at his jeans as she keeps kissing him, growling softly as the fear recedes a little in the face of the lust.

He gives the softest growl into the kiss at her impatience. His hand drops her wrist to move down and help get his jeans open and down, and off. The fear around them had stirred that want in him, the feel of the arduer, and trying not to fight it, hardens him. He focuses on Anita, the feel of her, the taste of her, and really wishes he had the use of his other hand for this.

Once his jeans are down enough, he kicks them the rest of the way off, hand moving to her hip. To help steady her and to just be able to feel her.

Anita straddles his hips, rubs against him, groaning. Her teeth pull at his lip, scrape at his throat. The ardeur washes over her and she needs to feel him inside her now.

She reaches between them, stroking him a couple of times, pleased he's ready, and then she sits down upon him. This time, her scream isn't one of fear, but of pain mingled with pleasure, and she dives into another kiss.

His hips buck a little into her, groaning in pleasure to have her wrapped around him. His hand slides up her back, cupping the back of her neck as he deepens the kiss, tugging on her lower lip in turn.

His hand slides down her back, to grip her hip, the same moment his lips leave hers to nip and bite along her throat. His teeth sharp for a particular bite when he reaches the bend of neck and shoulder.

A bite from Damian on one side, a bite from Richard on the other.

She rather likes the thought of it.

Anita rides him fast, arms wrapped around his neck as she rises and falls, the ardeur chasing away that fear, making is so small as lust and love filter through the marks, saturating all five minds.

"Mark me, Richard," she pants. "Make me bleed."

He gives a groaned growl, teeth setting more into skin, worrying the bite a little. His hips raise as best as he's able to meet her, hand on her hip bruising in strength, but never hindering her movements.

His marks are open to her, to everyone currently in his head, his lust and love for Anita answering the feel of hers.

After another groan, he tastes the coppery flavor of Anita's blood as his teeth break skin, growling into the bite without ever pulling back from it.

Clarity comes back slowly, but the ardeur and the love shared between Richard and Anita acts as a beacon, a light that he and Nathaniel can use to find their way out of the terror.

Even though they are petrified, the progression of power within their five minds brings them slowly out of the darkness, forcing the Moroven's terror from them. It isn't an easy energy to fight off, as it recedes slowly and almost seems to leave a residue of fear behind, but he can feel it pulling back from him.

As reason returns, his grip on Nathaniel lightens, and he simply embraces his friend, cradling him close instead of clinging with bruising power.

Anita cries out, pain bright at her throat, and her body tightens. So close, and she moves faster, the ardeur determined to feed. Richard's lust is just there, moving slickly between her legs, and she remains poised, ready, gasping Richard's name as the fear finally dissipates and all she wants is to filling the void the ardeur opens inside her.

Her tightening around him pulls his head from the bite with a groan that resembles her name, pulling him the final leg to that edge before he falls. His tongue slides along his lips, catching any spare blood that might be on them before he growls and leans in to capture her mouth with his, hungry and flavored with her own blood.

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