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Innocent Souls

Chapter
Seven: Curse Breaking and Temptations

By: Elf

�Bloody hell,� Bronach muttered
as she looked at the last three yellow candles without crystals. She had to stand with them so that the spell
wouldn�t be broken. Until she had those
three citrine pieces, her spell was moot.

So she was
standing in her circle with her arms held out so she could charge it
herself. She felt the magic racing
through her and finishing the circle. It
was trembling and eager, sending lightning currents through her.

Come on now,
D, shouldn�t take you this long for a bloody simple errand, she thought as she blew a lock of hair out
of her eyes in annoyance. The mine
wasn�t that far away from the town, at least not on horse back. From what she could feel it would have what
she needed in spades. However, D was
still not here.

Not that she was
worried or anything. Of
course not. D was probably more
capable to handle Ciaran than she was, as loathe as
she was to admit it of course. Still, he
was gone for too bloody long.

And she couldn�t
bloody move either.

In the corner of
her eye she could see the huge black man with the tattoos and the purple Mohawk
approach her. The one
who had known who D was when she said his name aloud. Probably a Dragon Hunter from the look of
him. He was a big man, mostly muscles
yet she had a feeling he could get his bulk moving when he had to.

�Miss?� he said
as he stood at her side, �What are you doing?�

Bronach gave him a withering glance as she
answered, �I�m holding the sodding spell together.�

�Where�s D?� he
asked with a frown.

Straight ahead
she saw the redheaded Sean approaching.
The Changeling was Seelie marked with his hair
and eyes as bright as they were. He
frowned as he looked at her circle.

�You�re holding
it closed,� he mused as he lifted his hand towards her.

Bronach glared and snapped, �Of course I�m
holding it closed, you fool. I dinna have the rest of the crystals I need and D hasn�t
shown up yet with what I told him to get!�

�Citrine to repel
negativity and to stand for light,� Sean mused.

The Mohawked Dragon Hunter asked, �Got any, Sean?�

�No, but I�d bet
that Garnet has some at her place, Danny,� Sean answered as his emerald eyes
flickered to Bronach.

Danny said, �I�m
Danny, local Greater Dragon Hunter.�

�Figured as much,
you�re huge,� Bronach replied with a grin, �I�m Bronach of the Morrigan�s
Grace. I�d shake your hand, but I�m
holding this up at the moment.�

Sean asked her,
�How long has the dhampire been gone?�

�His name is
D. You wouldn�t like it if I called you
Changeling over and over again, would you?� Bronach
retorted with a glare.

Sean flushed and
answered, �No, of course not. How long
has D been gone?�

�Almost two
hours,� Bronach said grimly, �Far too long for a
simple errand.�

Danny piped up,
�Unless that fucker attacked him.�

�It�s broad daylight
in the desert. His powers would be
really weak here,� Bronach replied, �He wouldn�t be
stupid enough to attack D now.�

Sean gave Bronach a steady look and said, �D�s not exactly at full
power either. It�s
broad daylight in the desert, just like you pointed out.�

�They�d both be
at a disadvantage,� Danny mused with a frown, �Yet both will be at their full
potential at night.�

Bronach cursed, �Cach! He�d have to know other spells if he�s a soul
stealer!�

�Like what?�
Danny asked.

Sean gave his
friend a grim look and answered, �You don�t wanna
know, pal, you don�t want to know at all.�
Then he turned to Bronach and said, �I�ve got
a cycle. I could bring him back super
quick. Or we just could be
overreacting.�

Bronach licked her lips. They were still a bit swollen from the kiss
just hours ago. She could still smell
him on her skin, like rain drops and lilies.

I will always
wait . . .

�Cach,� she grumbled as she looked at her
circle. Things were so much easier
when I didn�t feel. Ciaran,
you won�t take him. I won�t allow
it. I�d die first.

Sean asked her, �Bronach?�

�Do it and make
haste,� she answered, eyes narrowing, �Because I need those bloody crystals.�

******

Underneath the
pain of having his blood forcibly expelled from his body, D felt something cold
and sucking within him. From the very core of his being. His whole essence being
extracted and torn from him.

He heard nothing
save his own heart frantically beating in his ears. He gripped the sand as his blood continued to
spill onto it. His blood filled eyes
looked up to see the glowing orb being held above his head.

He heard Ciaran chanting furiously, a sly grin on his features.

He felt rip
through him. Felt his soul being torn
from his body. It was cold and hot at the
same time. Burning and freezing him as
it was torn from his flesh.

He finally let
lose a snarl from the agony.

�D! Damn it D, do something or we�re both
screwed!� Left Hand shouted, his voice muffled from
the sand.

D snarled and
focused on the pain. He let it wash over
him and overwhelm him. He let his
shields and his well placed control down around him. His vision cleared as his fangs lengthened
and throbbed.

With a bestial
snarl, D was on his feet and he darted away from Ciaran. He picked up his sword and tossed it right at
Ciaran�s wrist.
The blade went through and blood squirted out like glowing rubies from Ciaran�s sickly moonlit skin.

The Faerie
screamed as his soul orb fell to the ground.
He wrenched the sword out of his wrist as D managed to stay on his
feet. Yet the dhampire
wavered for moments on end and his vision blurred. His fangs retracted immediately as he glared
at Ciaran.

Ciaran cradled his damaged hand and glared at
D. Blood continued to pour through his
fingertips, mingling with D�s own upon the sand. The soul orb glowed dimly on the ground.

D focused on it
and lunged for it. Ciaran
smirked and snaked weak shadows out to it.
It wrapped around the glowing orb and brought it back to him. Then he entreated his shadow tendrils to
bring D�s sword to him. He smirked as he
held the sword at D and folded himself within his cloak.

�I believe we�re
at a stalemate again, Hunter D, but I think I�ll let the sunlight finish you
off,� he taunted before vanishing right before D�s eyes.

D staggered for a
moment, drawing his breath. Then he
proceeded to collapse from the severe blood loss Ciaran�s
curse dealt him. He managed to look up
towards the horizon.

The town was just
ahead. He could feel and sense it. I must get back. Ciaran must be
stopped . . . And he won�t touch her.

Ever so slowly,
he rose up once again.

******

Sean kept his
head low. Despite the tinted goggles he
was wearing, the sand still whipped at his face as the cycle darted through the
sand. Under the yellowish tent of the
goggles Sean could make out the faint shape of a tall male dressed in a flowing
duster on the horizon.

Save the figure
wasn�t doing too good. He kept wobbling
and wavering, stopping every few breaths to straighten himself. His steps were dragging and slow. Defiantly not the cat like grace Sean had
seen the hunter exhibit just mere hours ago.

Sean kicked down
on the accelerator and the bike shot ahead.
The warm air whipped around him as he jetted to his objective. He slammed on the brakes, threw his weight to
the side and kicked his foot into the sand.

D blinked as Sean
skidded to a stop mere inches in front of him.
Sean blinked at the dark wetness seeping from the dhampire�s
eyes, nose, ears, and still trickling down his mouth. With the goggle�s
tint the liquid appeared black, no color to concern it. Yet Sean knew the sharp, metallic tang of
blood when he smelled it.

He held out his
hand to D as he kicked the kick stand into place. He let the engine idle. If Ciaran was still
around, Sean wanted to get the hell out of there, Changeling or not.

D looked at him
with bleeding eyes. His mouth was set in
a grim line as he looked at Sean. Sean
shouted over the roar of the engine, �Come on, damn it, we�re gonna get the hell out of here!�

He shook his hand
for emphasis. D stared at it for a
moment before looking back at him. His
jaw tightened. Sean swallowed at all the
blood.

His grandmother
told him about curses like these. Curses that would will a person�s blood out of their body towards
the person summoning it. The
blood would escape in any manner possible: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and any
other body part that it found nice enough to burst out of. Sort of like Hemorrhagic Fever by way of
magic.

�Come on, damn
it, Hunter. I don�t got
all fucking day,� he snapped before swallowing.

D looked down at
him and his face became even more unreadable.
Then he settled down on the bike.
Sean felt the tires sink a bit into the sand and he looked back at D.

While Sean had
Faerie blood in his veins, it was diluted.
It made him faster and gave him better senses than a normal type, so
that was why he became a hunter. He was
damn good at it too, but when his Fey kin came a calling, he knew exactly when
to step down.

D muttered as
Sean kicked the cycle into gear again.

�Bronach�s crystals are in my belt.�

Sean blinked as
he rushed out back towards town again.
He replied, �I�ll get em to her.�

******

Bronach closed her eyes and let the spell wash
over her. She felt it hum with in her, a
song like the ones she sang to cast spells.
Her power, unlike Ciaran�s, was in her
voice. Hence all of her spells and wards
had a faint, musical quality to it. If someone listened closely, her wards
sounded like someone playing a haunting tune on a violin.

The sound of a
motorcycle speeding close broke her out of her revere.

Her eyes flew
open to see Sean riding at her in a mad dash.
The dark green scarf he used to cover his face had almost whipped free
in the breeze. His eyes gleamed like peridots under the yellow goggles. He threw up his hand as he slid his cycle to
a stop right in front of her. He let the
engine idle as he stared at her.

�Finish the ward
and come on,� he snapped.

Her heart leapt
suddenly into her throat. It was pounding
in her ears as she stared at the Changeling.
He stared at her before dismounting and putting the remaining crystals
into place. He grabbed her out of the
spell and she heard a soft popping sound as it set.

She stared at him
and asked, �What happened to D?� She
winched at the way her voice cracked.
She was shaking as she looked at Sean.
Sean shoved her towards the bike and she straddled it behind him.

She held onto the
seat as he revved up the engine and shot back to the inn they were staying at. Locks of her hair were whipped loose from her
braid as they rode. She shielded her
eyes as Sean tore through his town, causing old men and women to yell at him
and shake their fists. Yet it still
wasn�t fast enough.

Her fingers dug
into the soft leather of the seat. She
bit her lip. Her eyes watered as they
rode.

The inn came into
view. Sean spun the bike to the side as
he gripped the break. The cycle slid to
a stop but Bronach jumped off before it did. She was already half way to her room when she
heard Sean behind her.

She heard the
nasal voice of D�s Life Force Regenerator through the door of their room. He was saying, �D, this isn�t enough. Yeah, you have all four Elements but . . . I
don�t know what sort of curse he cast on you but . . .�

�Keep
trying. We can get more,� D�s voice was
strained and tense.

�Bronach!� Sean�s voice boomed from the hallway.

She turned to
face him and asked, �What happened?�

�Sort of like the
magical equivalent to Hemorrhagic Fever.
He�s bleeding out,� Sean answered between gasps of air. He was heading towards their room as well.

Bronach put a hand on his chest. He stared at her. She gave him a firm look.

She said, �You�ll
be in my way when I try to break the curse.
You best go back and watch for Ciaran or any
thing he has at his beck and call.�

�Are you sure you
don�t need anything?� he asked her softly.

She grinned and
replied, �I have all I need right here.�

With that, she
turned and walked into the room. She
shut and locked the door behind her. She
took a deep breath before turning to face D.

�You didn�t have
to come in here,� he said softly as she walked over to him.

Her breath caught
in her throat. Her heart was thundering
in her ears and she was still shaking.
He was covered in blood. He was
still crying his blood and his clothing was soaked with it. Had he been human, he would have been dead
within the first few moments after Ciaran cursed
him. Had he been Faerie, he would have
been unconscious and then comatose until someone broke the curse.

She looked at the
bowl of water, lit candle, pile of sand, and the open window on the table. He was sitting at the table, looking up at
her. His Left Hand was facing palm up towards
the four offerings. She pressed her lips
together as hot tears stung her eyes while a stream of blood trickled from his
left eye.

�Lord and Lady,�
she breathed as she rushed over to him.
She reached her hands out to him and whimpered when her hands touched
hair wet with blood. He reached out his
right hand and gently grabbed her wrist.

D explained, �He
tried to take my soul after he cursed me.
It was like my body was trying to expel all of my blood at once.�

�The Blood Bring
Bind,� she explained softly as she looked at him, �And you�ll keep bleeding
out, no matter what your Life Force Regenerator does. You�ll keep healing yet the more you�ll heal
the more you�ll bleed out.�

He replied,
�Until the curse is broken.�

�Exactly,� she
said with a nod.

She looked down
at her wrist. His long, alabaster
fingers were still wrapped around it.
His skin was startlingly cold.
Not the overwhelming warmth earlier when they kissed.

He coughed
softly, blood bubbling on his lips. His
Left Hand asked, �Well, sweetheart, can you break this damned curse?�

�I can try,� she answered
softly as she studied D�s face.

D�s thumb rubbed
a circle around her wrist and her pulse quickened even more. His dark eyes looked firmly into hers and she
swallowed. Then his eyes drifted to the
line of her throat where the pulse was beating. His eyes darkened and began to glow like
rubies. He clinched his mouth and looked
away.

She reached out
and touched his bloody cheek. She gently
guided his face back towards her again.
His eyes opened and they were dark and endless again. Except instead of the serious sadness she had
been accustomed to seeing, there was a hunger and a need lurking in those night
dark depths.

She moved closer
to him and leaned so that her forehead was touching his. She took a deep breath and the coppery scent
of blood filled her nostrils. She
clinched her jaw as she looked into D�s eyes.

�You can do
this,� he said softly, his voice barely audible.

She closed her
eyes and requested, �Be quiet. I need to
listen for the curse.�

While her magic
had a musical quality to it that anyone could hear, practitioner, sensitive, or
not, Bronach heard magic as music. She listened to the slow, erratic beat of D�s
heart as he fought the curse, the soft breathing, she
could feel his chest rising up and down with each breath. She heard the growl of hunger from his vampiric half, and the soft, heady sighs of need from his
human half. She concentrated, listened
harder, until she could hear it.

She cursed softly
as she jerked in response. Nails on a chalk board.
Loud static.
Sirens blaring warnings. A skipped cord, a missed
key, painful and grating.

She took another
breath. She thought for a moment,
searching for just the right key. Then
she let loose with all of her magical know-how, power, and talent. She sang softly, hauntingly, her voice
filling the room.

She could hear
the curse growing louder in protest. She
felt D jerk in response. She gripped his
shoulders and willed him, Just hold on.
Hold on. I have you, I just need
you to hold on to me and listen.

She reached a
high note. The grating sound
stopped. She sang softer now, soothing
away the curse. She stopped singing and
listened. D�s breathing, heartbeat, and
his inner self were back to normal again.

For
a moment.

She opened her
eyes to find him staring at her. She
noted that her glamor had slipped and she was glowing
brightly like moonlight. He reached
out. One arm wrapped around her face
while the other pressed at the middle of her back.

He stood up and
brought her with her. Her face searched
his and he bent down towards her. She
tilted her face up towards his moved one hand to tangle in his bloody hair
while the other arm wrapped around his shoulders. They moved at the same time and when their
lips touched Bronach tasted blood and Ciaran�s dark magic left over from the curse.

Still, she kissed
him furiously. Knowing what was to come and craving it. She shivered in anticipation as her tongue
darted over his lips.

D growled quietly
and lowered her to the floor. Her legs
cushioned his body as he loomed before her.
He broke the kiss to move his lips down her cheek and to her
throat. She tilted her head back and
gripped him tightly.

Then, he fell
still.

�D?� she asked,
blinking up at him.

He gave her a
tiny, half smile and looked down at her with his too pale and blood streaked
features. There was no quip from his
Left Hand, and for that she was thankful.
He rose up, bringing her up with him.

�No, not like
this,� he said softly, �You don�t even know what you�re offering.�

Bronach glared at him and squared her
shoulders. She retorted, �I�m offering
you my sodding blood and and
. . .�

�What else?� he
demanded.

She stared at him
and answered, �My virtue.�

�You don�t want
to give that to the likes of me,� D said in dismissal.

She glared and
spat, �I�d rather be with you than have Ciaran rape
me!�

�I�d hurt you
without meaning to, Bronach. Thank you for breaking the curse, but I need
to be left alone,� he said as he headed towards the bathroom.

She bristled as
her heart thundered in her ears. She
snapped, �Fine, I�ll leave you alone to your Left Hand and I hope he bites your
bits off!�

Then she spun out
of the room and slammed the door behind her.

******

�Wow, D, you sure
know how to make friends and influence people,� Left Hand chortled as D locked
the bathroom door behind him. He waited
until he heard Bronach�s angry footsteps leave the
floor that they were on. Then he began
to take off his bloody clothing.

His vision
doubled for a moment as his head swam.
He could still taste her mingled with his blood. She had been eager and glowing. Just as he had wanted
earlier.

He replied, �It
wouldn�t be fair to her if I did sleep with her like that. I�d hurt her, Faerie or not.�

�She seems like
she was enjoying it to me, D. Sides, I
think she�s one that can take care of herself,� Left Hand said.

D reached for his
belt and opened one of the pouches. He
drew out one of the dark red pills and picked up the plastic cup beside the
sink. He turned the water on hot and broke the pill into the tepid water. It turned bright red and smelled remarkably
like blood.

He downed it in
almost one swallow. He felt his strength
return somewhat and his vision clear. He
lifted himself to his full height and looked at his blood streaked reflection in
the mirror.

He�d never been
overly concerned with his appearance, but right now he did look frightful. He licked blood off of his lips and more of
his color, as little as it was, return. I shouldn�t take a virgin covered in
blood, he thought as he looked into his reflection�s eyes.

�I don�t think
she would have minded too much,� Left Hand snorted, as if he was reading D�s
thoughts once again.

D looked down at
the wrinkled face in his palm and replied, �Still, it wouldn�t be right. For her, and for
me.�

�Oh, so you do
like her,� Left Hand taunted with a snicker.

D stepped into
the shower stall and silenced his parasite by using him to turn on the
water. He stood under the hot spray,
letting all the blood rinse off of him.
He grabbed the soap left by the inn and began to lather himself.

Bronach glared at him and squared her shoulders. She retorted, �I�m offering you my sodding blood and and . . .�

�What else?�
he demanded.

She stared at
with those violet ringed indigo eyes and answered, �My virtue.� D could smell her, like
lavender, ozone and the musk of arousal.
She had gripped him and offered herself willingly, knowing exactly what
he was and showed no fear.

Yet her words
stung, but then again, he had hurt her himself.

He stood under
the spray of water again and rinsed off.
He ran his right hand through his hair to make sure the water saturated
the thick black waves. He rested his
head against the tiles as he set strict controls on his body. Yet the memory of the feel of her glowing and
wild under him was almost more than his strict control could bear.

As soon as he was
clean he turned the water off. He
stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as he took
another to squeeze excess water out of his hair. In the other room he could
hear the steady heart beat of a woman.
Even under the smell of hot water, soap, and his bloody clothing, he
could make out the lavender and ozone scent that was Bronach.

He tousled his
hair with the towel one last time before walking back into the bedroom. Bronach was sitting
on the bed. She looked up at him and
there were tiny smears of his blood on her hands and her face, probably even
her hair.

He wanted to pull
the silk cord that held the braid and run his fingers through it. He wanted to see it pool like sunlight around
her. She had placed her glamor up around her again.
Her now indigo eyes looked up at him, still angry and burning.

He waited for the
sarcastic, biting retort.

Instead she stood
up and headed for the bathroom. She snorted,
�You had better left some hot water.�
She disappeared into the bathroom.
He heard the sink running, and not the shower.

Moments later, Bronach emerged with her face and hands clean. A lock of her blond hair fell into her face
as she sat back down on the bed. She
folded her arms over her small breasts and glared up at him.

�I�m not some
human farm girl throwing myself at you.
I know exactly what you are and what you can do. Yet you�re D and I can easily take care of
myself,� she said stubbornly.

He moved over to
her and sat beside her. He reached out
and took her hand. She blinked up at him
and searched him, her eyes flickering down her body. She flushed for a moment before looking up at
him.

She quipped, �You
are easier to be mad at when you�re fully clothed.�

He could feel her
blood racing, making her grow warmer. He
could smell her nervous arousal. Yes,
she was bold, but then she was also untried.
Which would make anything that happened interesting to
say the least.

He brushed his thumb
over her wrist and she shivered like she had done earlier. She was responsive, especially along her
pulse points. He had a feeling that if
he drew blood that it would drive her even more insane.

D looked deep
into her eyes and asked, �Do you know what you�re offering?�

�Very much so,�
she answered softly, �And you canna hurt me.� Her lilt and accent were becoming deeper and
more pronounced.

He then asked,
�Well, what do you want, Bronach? And don�t play games,
it wouldn�t be fair to us.�

To Be Continued!

Author�s Notes: Yes, yes, I am an evil, evil little bitch. Yet another cliffhanger,
and even a more interesting part than with Ciaran
trying to steal D�s soul. Next chapter
you shall be rewarded with the promise of a lemon scene. Finally. Took long enough for them to get to it,
didn�t it?

Anyway, I like to thank all my reviewers.
I�m sorry that there was such a gap between chapters. Real life and a con got in the way.

Also, I�m going
more towards the novels� interpretation of D than the two movies. You know, where he almost sleeps with Doris and is nervous around Lina. And, he, you know, talks.

I know one reviewer was interested in my novel.
If you�d like to take a look at the first chapter, go to: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/7190900/
and if you want to see who�s basically the starter for
Bronach go to:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/18223311/ and http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/6331430/

Again, thank you all for your support.
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