Til Death Do Us Part (Closed for BlackBart and Honeysuckleee)

[Honeysuckleee]

A closed story for Black Bart and Myself

The dirt clung to her hands, as she stood, finally, her legs stretching, and screaming in protest beneath her. She looked to the nearby river, and a moment later emmersed her hands into the cool, refreshing water, letting the dirt slowly wash away. The dirt was easy enough to rid herself of. As was the blood. What was not so easy were the ever present memories, which often manifest themself in horrific nightmares. Sleep was not something that came easy to Jasmine. This would not make it any easier.

She had arrived too late. The monster, a hideous cross between a vampire and a ghoul, was already atop the screaming girl, raping her. Her shrieks of pain and terror had brought the Hunter running, but not quite fast enough. The girl was sileneced just as she burst into the clearing, fangs tearing into flesh, blood spurting, life ending. The Beast climaxing as it fed off the life of the girl, it was a disgusting thing to watch.

The Beast died only moments later, thanks to Jasmine, screaming in it's own pain.

The girl buried. A task Jasmine always hated, but, always performed.

Standing at the river bank, hands dripping wet now, head down, her own body shaking. This would never get any easier, she knew that. This would never stop, she knew that too. She would hunt and kill, until any and all demons, vampires, lycans, ghouls, and whatever other kind of horrific monster that walked the lands, were slaughtered and gone.

Jasmine was a Hunter. A protector of mortals. A Slayer, a Slaughterer, a Killer.

Jasmine was also part angel. She herself was not a mortal. Not entirely. She bled, she weakened, she breathed, her heart beat, she felt, she cried, she hungered and felt thrist, and needed to sleep. Did she die, you may ask? Could she? Yes, Jasmine could die, but only if her heart were ripped from her living body. Only if her soul were torn apart. It was not easy to kill Jasmine, and that made her a very proficient hunter.

With a long, deep sigh, she turned from the river, retrieving her cloak from where it fell, she drew the dark softness about her, the hood nearly obscuring her face. Her eyes, tho, could not be hidden, clear silver eyes, crystal clear, shone out from beneath. She brushing back a long strand of her midnight ebon hair, a tendril that had pulled loose from the tight braid during her, encounter. She needed food, she needed fresh water, and she needed sleep, more than anything. She was willing the endure the nightmares to get that sleep. There had to be an Inn in the next city, a rather large city on the banks of that very same river, only problem was, it was a good 5 miles away.

"Better get going " she said to herself as she slid her dagger back within her boot, and her small axe slung back over her shoulder, under her cloak.

A dagger and an axe, was all this Hunter used. That and her sheer determination. She was well on her way to being one of the best, and the stress was beginning to wear on her, the stress and the lonliness.

 

[Honeysuckleee]

Those 5 miles felt more like 105 miles to her tired, aching legs this night. But Jasmine trudged on, thru the darkness, the shadows, the despair that always seemed to cloud over her after a kill. One would think that a Hunter would rejoice after ending the life of another monster. But Jasmine was different. She hated what she was, what she had become. Yet she could not stop it. Could not cease her desire. Her desire was not to kill, no, quite the contrary. Her desire was to save the mortals that the monsters slaughtered. It was that, those mortal people, that drove Jasmine on. And she was not even one of them, ironic, isn't it. At least that's what Jasmine thought as she walked, alone, always alone, toward the looming city.

She was in no mood, nor condition, to chose which Inn to stay at. The one closest to the outskirts of the bustling trade city, a dingy place called *The Jewel of the Way* was where she would seek solice this night. She barely had enough strength to push open the heavy door. It was obvious that this particular place had seen it's share of monsters, the fortified oaken door told her that.

Once inside, she took note of the attatched Tavern, the warm fireplace, and the Innkeeper. After laying down her coin, thankfully only 6 silver this time, she retired to her room, small, but warm, on the 2nd floor. Jasmine always preferred the upper level rooms, it allowed her a better view of the surrounding area.

She slept, for 12 hours or more. She was exhausted.

Upon awakening, the sun was waning. She had slept thru the entire day, and this small fact did not make her happy. She would have to stay another night then, and leave in the morning. With a sigh, a lonely sigh, she made her way down to the Tavern, pausing to pay the Innkeeper for another night. Ordering a light dinner of soup, fruit and some fresh bread, she sat alone, near the fireplace, enjoying the warmth. She paid no attention to the other patrons, even tho many of them, being male, noticed her.

She was a beauty, with her wild mane of long midnight black hair that fell down her back in dark waves, and those crystal clear silver eyes. She wore all black as well, a long black skirt, she would not be hunting this night, and a black top. Leather boots completed her outfit, but those were not worn for style, Jasmine cared less how she looked to others, those were worn because her dagger was hidden within, and in easy reach.

The nightmares the past night had been more than horrific, and the memories were still haunting her. In the world of dreams and nightmares, she had been the girl, the victim, being raped, ravaged, and slaughtered. She had seen the dead girl's eyes, staring at her, blaming her for not getting there in time. These were images she just could not seem to get out of her head.

 

[SerenityisBliss]

( Just a quick note that I, Honeysuckleee, will now be posting under this name, SerenityisBliss ) ​

 

[BLACK BART]

Humans , They filled the air with their stench, the skin and clothing of them reeking with the emotions they wore on their bodies and clothing, and when you crowded them together it was an assault on his finely trained senses.

Still... the humans were amusing for short periods, giving reason to the cause of joining them, and because of that Drakson now sat among them.

Contemplating his future and the others like him, drinking the sweet, heady and dark wine the humans possessed a talent and flare for brewing, his senses still held alert lest the new breed of hunter arrive and try to take him unaware.

A breed that was too quickly trimming the numbers of his own kind, becoming more intelligent and dangerous with each kill they made, and multiplying in numbers faster than the swine the humans loved to raise.

For Drakson was a demon, as his father/king was before him, conceived by a human female who was chosen ...and raped... for that very purpose.

It was the human portion of him that drew him to the Tavern, an out of the way dive that in no way resembled it pompous name *The Jewel*, but would do until Drakson was bored and returned to do as he was commissioned…..

And it was the Demon half that picked up a Huntress as she quietly slipped through the doors, finding the tavern keeper to exchange silver for a room, and moving slowly but with purpose...upstairs.

Drakson was NOT alarmed. As his father was the Triad's King, he was blessed with the abilities to cloak his appearance, and as a Guard in his Father's Service he was trained to hold that disguise for as long as needed.

Under the heavy cloak he wore, if you drew close enough, you would see the rugged features of a highlander, the sun bleached hair pulled into a long tail, the blue eyes shining brightly, highlighted and made even brighter by the skin that was tanned dark from years exposure in the harsh sun.

No, he wasn't alarmed...rather intrigued for if he was correct the tired figure that made her way upstairs wasn't just "a huntress"...She was "The Huntress", a ferocious killer who was quickly becoming a legend, racking up a tally of Demon Kills that was annoying to say the very least.

Tired as she was, it made it easy for Drakson to read her mental state, and that insight made her an obvious prey for what Drakson quickly planned, and he grinned in almost feral delight as he watched her lean, long legs and taut buttocks sway as she moved up the stairs for her nights lodging.

~~~


He was waiting for her on the second night, his faced cleanly shaved, his shoulder length, blond hair carefully brushed out by a willing and eager maiden from the earlier morning, studying her as she made a visage of tantric and erotic beauty and sat alone to “sup”.

He took the time she used to break her hunger to study her, finding out with delight that though she was a ferocious and talented killer, she had little stomach for it, her thoughts dwelling often on the day when she would be able to lay her swords down for good.

He also discovered she had no training to protect her mind and thoughts from being read or controlled, a weakness he was going to use against her as quickly and as often as the limited times allowed.

Her meal aside, the Huntress was sipping on a chalice of wine, her full lips drawing his attention as he approached her from the front and began the chase.

“My name is Drake and I hail from the HighLands, Just as yours is Jasmine of the Drayaxx Kingdoms, I have waited for the day when I could meet you and introduce myself, like yourself I have been pressed into the unwanted but badly needed position of becoming a Hunter, and wonder if you would take the time to talk with me…Not of the kills we’ve made, or lives we have saved…But of the Life we will live after we are able to set this unwanted chore aside?”

Patiently he waited, meeting her eyes and smiling gently as she studied him, knowing his tall, wide shouldered body under the worn but well kept black leathers would support his claimed story, his own eyes drinking in the beauty she was…as he waited for the expected offer to join her.

 

[BLACK BART]

~Thank You Serenity, for finding me and joining us together in this thread~

 

[SerenityisBliss]

Your very welcome

Here is a image of Jasmine, to help with seeing her in Your mind Jasmine the Huntress

 

[SerenityisBliss]

Lost

Lost in her own world, her mind tumbling over past events, contemplating what surely would come.

Death

More death, more blood, more screams, more victims.

She had chosen, this night, to relax with a chalice of wine, truely a treat for her. Rarely did Jasmine allow any kind of alcohol or anything else for that matter to cloud her perception. But she needed this, she had decided. The last kill had been especially difficult. Not the killing itself, while that was never easy, per say, the death of a demon, monster, vampire, whatever vile creature it was, no longer phased her. The girl. She had been young, innocent. Jasmine thought of her parents, begging the Hunter to find their daughter. Thought of the girl's future husband, who even now, was drowning in his despair.

She heard the heavy step of someone approaching, slowing when nearing where she sat. Jasmine did not look up, not right away. She had made note of all in the Tavern when she had sat down. She knew precisely where each person was. The new entries were accounted for as well. Jasmine was one to be take unaware, already her hand was resting near her boot, she would have her dagger in hand, and buried in the visitor's chest, throat, eye, groin, where ever was easiest, in a mere second. No, Jasmine was not easily taken by surprise, yet His words, indeed did catch her off guard.

“My name is Drake and I hail from the HighLands, Just as yours is Jasmine of the Drayaxx Kingdoms, I have waited for the day when I could meet you and introduce myself, like yourself I have been pressed into the unwanted but badly needed position of becoming a Hunter, and wonder if you would take the time to talk with me…Not of the kills we’ve made, or lives we have saved…But of the Life we will live after we are able to set this unwanted chore aside?”

Her eyes betrayed her surprise as she lifted her crystal hued gaze upwards to the Man speaking before her. A Hunter. Another Hunter. It was rare to meet another. Rarer still to have the time to actually speak to another. Another who could, and surely did relate to the horror of this world, and the lonliness that one such as she felt, and, He knew her, Jasmine of the Drayaxx Kingdoms. Not alot was known about the life, the childhood, of the Hunter Jasmine. And she kept it that way.

Any who knew of the Hunter, only knew that she had been born to Amelia Kendrick, Healer of the Drayaxx Kingdoms. Her Father was never known, for Amelia, the story went on to say, was raped, by several enemy Soldiers during a war between her own realm and the neighboring. Jasmine was the daughter of that rape. It is said that is one thing that fuels her passion for killing, and her proficienty at it.

Of course, this was not entirely true. Amelia Kendrick indeed was the Healer within the Kingdom. And indeed she had been raped viciously by Soldiers during the war. But not by enemy Soldiers. No. She was attacked and raped by her own people. THe ordeal had driven the Healer to the brink of madness. An Angel was sent to comfort her, a rare occurrence, yet she was so despairing, that the heavens had made an exception. The Angel fell in love, and Jasmine was a product of that love. But none could ever know that she was half Angel and half mortal. One could never know the truth. Many thought the girl, the Hunter was filled with rage and hatred, and her killing was her means to purge herself of that rage.

Jasmine was just the opposite, so filled with love for the mortal people, that she killed to save, to nourish, to cherish that love.

She contemplated the Man standing before her. She almost sent Him away, Hunter or no. But heard herself instead, inviting Him to sit down and share a drink with her, whether that drink be wine or tea.

"I am pleased to meet You, Drake. It is not often that I come across Another. It is even more rare that I allow myself the luxery of company, even if for just a drink and to share the warmth of the nearby fire. To speak of life outside of killing, of life after the plague of this world has been purged " she paused, letting a smile creep across her lips for the first time "You have peaked my attention, Drake."

He was exceedingly handsome, and the strength and power eminating from Him was hard to ignore. It had been a very long time since she had let anyone close enough to even just talk to. But, just as she needed the sleep and the wine, she needed this as well. She just did not know how much she needed this, at least not at the moment.

 

[BLACK BART]

Drake was pleased.

Not with himself, though he was quite capable of having an ego...


But with the woman whom he sat across from.


Pleased with erotic beauty she possessed, and how the appeal of her sex hovered over her without being intrusive, quietly telling him without the need of words that she was all woman.


Pleased as well as how in her first words she showed she possessed both intelligence and passion, trusting and using both to make her decisions in life.


And with that pleasure he cautioned himself that Jasmine was not a woman who could easily be wooed by flowery words...at least, not at first.

"Let us speak not of what we have become and the sorrows because of it, but of the life we will lead...once our duties have been fulfilled."

He toasted quietly and held her eyes, never taking his off her face, even as he drank and set the chalice aside.

The words struck a note with her, he could see it in her eyes and face, and when she smiled he realized he had only seen a tiny portion of her beauty, as the smile lit her eyes and removed ten years from her features

They talked.

Of pleasant memories in their past and of the few times they found in the current times. Of the music that had meant so much to them when they were young, and the fragments of it that they could still recall as adults, and "Drake" made a startling discovery.

Jasmine had a beautiful voice, crystal clear and able to slide up and down the scale, seemingly without effort as she sang the chorus of a song that warned about what would happen if Demons and Angels played together.

To his amazement he found himself singing along, his own deep bass voice mouthing the words his kind and hers both knew too well, and as the childhood song ended they found themselves speechless.... staring into each others eyes.

The tavern empty save for themselves and the lone, burly keeper...who eyed them with bored disinterest as he gnawed at an immense hambone.

"Perhaps it is time we gave this man his tavern back...and moved above?"

Drake suggested gently, his eyes once again on Jasmine's, the bond they had created giving them both a respite from the lives they led, and a comfort neither had felt for too long.

It was that bond, Drake decided later, that drove away Jasmine's natural caution as a Huntress...and let her decide to cater to her needs...as a woman, and led both to one bed. And each other’s arms.

 

[SerenityisBliss]

"Let us speak not of what we have become and the sorrows because of it, but of the life we will lead...once our duties have been fulfilled."

Their glasses touched, she meeting His gaze, for a moment searching, but........... what was she searching for? Perhaps to sense if He were a fake, an enemy that sought to trick her? Or perhaps she searched His gaze for the Hunter He said He was? Another of her kind, so to speak? Or did she simply meet His gaze and allow herself to look within in that vain, and needed, search for companionship, to beat back the one enemy she had no control over, lonliness.

It was that, that made her smile. Indeed in the few moments of Him sitting down, the lonliness, her one beast she could not kill, was beaten back and cowed into submission, if only for the moment.

They spoke.............. Of pleasant memories in their past and of the few times they found in the current times. Of the music that had meant so much to them when they were young, and the fragments of it that they could still recall as adults, and "Drake" made a startling discovery.

Music................ Song

Music and song had been very important to the half mortal, half angel girl in her childhood. She had inherited her Angelic Father's voice, a voice that could sing to the heavens, a voice that could calm the savage, soothe the vicious, and bring hope and faith to the lost.

It had been so long since she had sang, so long since her voice had carried to the heavens. He, Drake, brought that back to her, in that one moment, speaking of childhood memories, of childhood follies and dreams.

The song flooded her mind, bursting forth from her lips, beautiful, haunting, a song her Father had taught her, before He was summoned home. A song that Drake's eyes, His words, His presence brought forth, a song of Angels, Demons, life and death. Sung in a language other than their own, a language more beautiful than the sunrise itself.

Mirshannen, Errdegahren, Ssin lu' Verin, Orthae lu' Vreg'nth.. Ul'naus wun nindol tresk'ri, Maglust tu'jol, quin wun nindol lil'alure d' dro, dro lu' elghinn, elghinn lu' dro, orthae lu' verin, ssussun lu' oloth, nind lil'alure ul'naus 'zil uss, ul'naus, orthae lu' elge, olathurl veldrin lu' l' knif d' ssussun, du'ased dro lu' ssissill elghinn.
(Angels, Demons, Beauty and Evil, Holy and Wicked.. Together in this world, Apart beyond, yet in this dance of life, life and death, death and life, holy and evil, light and darkness, they dance together as one, together, holy and destruction, darkest shadows and the glow of light, blessed life and violent death. )

His voice, deeper, darker, highlighting her own, Angelic, Demonic............................................. She stopped as the song faded, she staring into His eyes. Not many knew that song, not many sang it, yet He did and she felt herself drawn even closer to the handsome stranger named Drake.

"Perhaps it is time we gave this man his tavern back...and moved above?"

"Yes, perhaps it is" she agreed with a soft nod of her head, the words taking even her by surprise. She knew what He was asking. They would not be going to seperate rooms this night, they would share a bed, share a night, and share each other, something the Hunter had not done before.

Early on she had answered to the calling that clawed at her soul. Early on she had begun training, following an unknown course, based only on instinct. Early on she had learned that she would be alone. Never would she allow herself to love, yet, this night, she let those walls come down, in the presence of this, stranger, a stranger who had touched something deep inside the Angelic Mortal. The song, His voice, His eyes, Jasmine allowed herself to become the woman that she was.

She lead the way upwards, to her room. If this were to happen, it would be in her room, where she felt safer.
Nudging the door open and stepping inside, the darkness illuminated only by a single small candle, and the cooler light of the risen moon. Her window was open, the soft breeze gently gliding thru the room, curling about her slightly trembling body, as she allowed Him within and closed the door.

"I'm sorry I do not have any wine to offer you" she softly said in the same soothing, alluring, angelic voice, turning to face Him, her eyes lifting to His once more, crystal clear, sparkling, as flourescent as the stars that now dotted the sky outside.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I'm sorry I do not have any wine to offer you"

"It is not wine I need Jasmine"

Drake let his eyes finish the statement as his hands moved to rest on her lean, taut buttocks to feel the heat of them as he drew her to him.

He kissed her. Letting his lips linger gently on hers until Jasmine opened them to him, and he tasted the wine she had drank mingled with an erotic, earthly tang that only a female Huntress could possess.

And when the kiss ended Drake met her eyes, knowing he was watching a dormant passion awaken, just as he felt his own lust rise for her.

It was a pleasant surprise when Jasmine returned the kiss, pressing her body closer to him, her mound rubbing his own swollen need as thier tongues met in a slow, passionate dual...

And he moved his hands to Jasmine's bindings, slowly undoing each knot and button in pleasant anticipation of what would come next...

 

[SerenityisBliss]

It was a pleasant surprise when Jasmine returned the kiss, pressing her body closer to him

It was almost as much of a surprise to her as well. Jasmine was always very guarded, one had to be, considering what she was. But He was one as well. The blood of the most horrific of monsters stained His hands as well, at least that was what she beleived, what He led her to believe.

She indeed did return the kiss, her lips quivering slightly over His as a low moan vibrated past. Tongues curling, entwining, mating, slithering from her mouth to His, then back within hers once more. Her fingers found, and tangled into His nearly snow white hair, pulling loose the long ponytail, and feeling the softness coil about those slender lengths. His own hands traveling thru her midnight mane, down her back, feeling her shiver in response against Him.

When the kiss broke, it left Jasmine gasping, she looking upwards and into His eyes, her own clear silver hued orbs were now nearly glowing with the heat that He, Drake, had awakened within her. The skin of her cheeks flush with that same heat. She did not stop Him, nor protest when He slowly, so slowly, began to loosen and then open her blouse, letting the soft silken material fall away, a satin camisole all that hid the sweet curve of her breasts from His eyes. Jasmine shocked herself when she stepped back and slipped it from her, her breasts bared now, the skin flawless, supple, a delicate pale with just a hint of the blush from the heat that now warmed her, nipples peaked, darkening and aroused.

"Drake" .... she managed to whisper, her voice trembling

 

[BLACK BART]

He could of finished it at that moment.

Lost in the blissful feelings of Lust as Jasmine was, it would have been so easy.

her sword set next to them, and with one swift move Drakson would be able to draw it, then use it upon her body.

she would be easy prey, A Grand Prize, to boast of at his Father's Court, He would be praised as a Hero for killing not just a slayer...but The Slayer.

He would rape her helpless body as it lay bleeding to death under him, and spit in her face as she died.

And it would be only right, for they were mortal enemies...

"Drake"​

The single word broke the train of thought Drakson was having, and as His eyes took in her bared body, He forgot not only who He was...but why He was there...

He kissed her then, as a gilded hummingbird touches the flowers it tends, so did His lips touch hers, then just as quickly as the tiny bird might move, His lips made thier way to her scented breasts...to suckle at each already firm nipple under Aleanna moaned in pleasure, and her body quivered in desire.

"I want you, Jasmine"

Drake spoke his desires in a husky voice, His eyes consuming her erotic body as she stood before him, and He waited for her to give consent to what He would have normally taken.

How His heart and body thrilled when she replied, with words so simple, yet with such meaning.

"Take me then, I am yours"

With one swift He gathered her body in His arms and lifted her, then moved them both to the bed to lay beside her. With a second just as swift he pulled her to him and let His lips take greedily of her own full mouth, and felt her stir in His arms.


Until she moaned in pleasure from His attentions, and with brazen moves pushed His head lower, His hands moving to bare her sex to Him, and His lips...

And He began again, lapping and sucking at her sex, until He found the hidden center, and she quivered under him with mixed feelings of joy and lust...