Insidious

Corvin smiled as it seemed he caught Alessendrie’s attention, he tilted his head as he watched her equally smile. Then he chuckled to her quip – Kliengard rules all. She was honorable… she was kind. Corvin peered back to the Princess and smiled, he winked to her and lifted his glass. “Well” he spoke with a deep voice. “We are all here today, it doesn’t matter the last of our name, or the land’s we came from. We stand here today, with each other, and I can toast to this” he lifted his glass and then took a sip, his hues glanced to Alessendrie through the drink.

***

She circled him. He could feel her magnetic energy shifting from one side to the other. Like the moving heat of a torch… He turned his head to the side and held his breath.

“Stay truthful”

***

The evening chatter ranged from all things. The Queen laughed, the King even chuckled slightly. The Prince gave his Princess more attention, now actively trying not to eye the mage before him. Though she seemed to see him in return with each glance. A growing pit filled his stomach, dread. Familiar.

The evening continued – the King and Queen stood. Announcements made of the important members, something else and another. Music played and the King and Queen danced. After their dance – the ball could join in.

Corvin happily took Selenia out to the dance floor, they danced for several songs until the Princess huffed for a break. Corvin chuckled as he came back to the royal table, he glanced to Alessendrie and titled his head as he stood before her. He had an arm dangling off the back of a chair as he titled his head from side to side, just looking at her. “Dance with me” he held a hand out to her. As if she had an option to say no.

***

He moved. His hands clasped hers. They were warm. He trembled slightly. Something came over him. He danced with her, his throat humming the same exact song that once played.

His steps were perfection, a slice of history relived.

***
Corvin placed a hand upon the small of her back and he looked to her with his deep eyes. There was intensity there with their glare. Power. Energy. Chaos. So much Chaos. He grasped her with a strong hand and moved her with strength, dancing with just as much power. Who was this God Forsaken Woman? Corvin held her when the song ended…. ~~~~ His forehead touched hers and he breathed in her scent. It smelled the same .

He leaned in. He wanted to taste it. Finally.

The doors to the room slammed open, there was a crashing – the glass within the door shattered and hit the ground. Thumping through the glass came a fuming tiny Pirate. “First off – why the FUCK is no one running after me? Does anyone know what a Damsel in Distress is? You are the worst fucking Prince-“ she paused suddenly as she had caught something.

The moment the doors swung open – Corvin stumbled backwards and hit the ground. He breathed heavily – his chest was twisted all abouts. As if he was stuck in that memory, reliving it – but he felt something. What was this. He gripped his chest and squeezed his brows. It hurt.

“God damn Corvin” Vinelle hushed her voice and stepped over to him. She helped him up and looked to him for a moment. The man was stuck in a daze. “Did you bewitch him, witch?” she questioned and scoffed. “Okay well, tell your dudes – to stop fucking with my Ships Engine. No one touches her without me there, do you understand?!” she questioned. She held her arm, which was bandaged recently.

“Fuck, clean yourself up man.” Vinelle finally let Corvin go as he gathered his own strength.

The Prince stood upright, his eyes watching Vinelle swiftly walk away. He turned back and looked to Alessendrie. His eyes were panicked – “Fuck” he muttered and managed to find a seat. “Just –“ he held a hand out. “Stay out of my fucking head” he spoke. In that moment his sword began to hum loudly. The eyeball in the sword shifted from side to side until it grew red. “Fuck – Alessendrie” Corvin gripped his head and he began to convulse slightly. He radiated a dark red energy from his skin, his hair standing on end slightly. “Aless – make me – make it stop” he choked on his own strength.

Vinelle had left the room in a hurry. She grasped her arm which continued to bleed through her bandages. She had slipped to her room and unraveled the bandages. She sat atop her bed with legs crossed, a bed sheet was in front of her – a knife sitting to her left. She was cutting the sheets and swiftly wrapping the huge cut on her forearm. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. She frantically wrapped and held tightly, her breathing becoming sharp as she panicked slightly. “What are they doing to you?” she whispered and shook her head, tears swelled in her eyes.

She finally got the bleeding to stop… her fingers were stained red and she had ruined the sheets of her bed. Her right arm appeared to be mummified, with about 10 layers of cloth to hold her together. The small woman cared not of the mess she made, she bounced off the bed and found a bathing room, of which she washed her hands. She peered to the small pool of watered down blood, a sort of faded pink liquid... She pulled a small lever and the sink drained. She grasped the edges of the sink and hung her head slightly, fighting to catch a breath as her lungs seem to give away.

Vinelle sucked in several breaths and a bit of spittle that threatened to fall from her lips like a babbling child. She stepped away swiftly then, her booted feet crass against the ground. She needed him, and yet…




Corvin crumbled to his knees, he reached for Alessendrie. He managed to crawl her direction – he sword on his back continued to vibrate wildly. He reached for the blade and threw it to the ground. The tip of the blade hit the ground, cracking the floor slightly with the impact. The blade skipped and grind against the floor until it came to a stop. It lay Eye-Up before the huge sculpture, the eye skipped around several times. Until suddenly the room froze. The eye turned blood red and the room morphed.

Corvin squeezed his eyes shut and then slowly opened them again. He stared directly to the woman as she held his face. His pretty blue eyes were nothing close, they were dark red – blood shot and strained.. He fought for a breath as his eyes searched hers. The bright lights of the room faded into darkness, the statue that stood before them faded in what appeared to be a kind of illusion. His vision broke from the woman and he turned to the scene before him… the illusion pulsed slightly with each heave of his chest.

They sat in a different place now, not the Magnolia Estate. There was dark thick purple and black clouds in the sky. The smell of fire filled the nose, burning of homes.  They sat upon an earthy surface, matted grass below their feet. Corvin slowly stood – he gripped his chest and stumbled forward in complete awe. They stood on a cliff which looked over a burning city. In the sky – a huge eye broke the clouds. The same eye of his blade. Blood shot and shifting swiftly, until it locked upon Corvin and Alessendrie.


I have so much to thank of you, Mage. Despite everything, you are too late. His fate is sealed. A deep hungering voice entered their minds. It was if it was 50 voices faded over each other, dissonance - tri tones of every kind clashes in the voice. It was twisting and uncomfortable. 


Corvin groaned in pain – he fell to his knees on the edge of the cliff. His hues stared to the dirt, his fingers gripping strands of grass. “Stop it, please” he cried out, thick streams of tears part from his red eyes. “Just take me” he spoke. The eye just blinked slowly, the pupils of the huge eye in the sky seem to grow larger and smaller, as if laughing.


A deal was made, young Prince. You have been sated, but I have not


Corvin stood then, shaking and trembling terribly. He glanced back over his shoulder to Alessendrie. He then rushed forward and jumped off the edge of the cliff. His arms spread outward as he fell downward to the fire and glow of the city.


Suddenly the illusion faded. Vinelle stood before Corvin – her knuckles bled slightly as she had hit Corvin so hard that he was completely knocked out. The small woman heaved and stepped back and sighed softly. “I have to do that… every now and again” she stepped over to the sword. The eye was shut, its eyelid closed… She picked up the blade and walked over to Corvin and set it down.


“His curiosity became his demise” Vinelle spoke softly. “I take him out on that boat to get him away, so he doesn’t hurt anyone. He begged me” she shook her head “When he is ready, he will tell you of how he became a monster. And the only place he could escape – was with me, with other monsters, on a monster ship…” she reached down and pulled his limp arm over her shoulder. With surprising strength for such a small woman – she lifted him enough that his legs dragged on the ground. “Come on, let’s help him to his room” she spoke to Alessendrie with a nod. That devilish little woman held a serious face, one of concern – and maybe even a touch of sadness.

Vinelle sat ontop of the side cushion of the couch. She placed two hands upon her thighs and sighed heavily as Alessendrie gathered herself. She was an impatient little turd at times. Her eyes followed the swift little maid, paying her no mind as the woman left. A lingering glance to Corvin – Was he breathing? Watching…

“I know him quite well, my lady” she squinted slightly. There, he breathed. She stood upright then and walked over to a decanter. She poured herself a glass and downed the whole pour. She poured another and stood still for a moment. “Nothing of his curiosity” she chuckled. “Who do you think sated it?” she twirled around on her boots, to face Alessendrie.

“Hey-“ Vinelle had planned on interrupting the woman, the word Pirate falling from her lips like a dirty slur. She shifted back when the woman came to her side with speed. She tried to move her arm away but her claws were already sifting through the bandaging. “I’m fine” she scoffed and pulled back. As she did – more of the wrapping unraveled. As Alessendrie’s hands moved the bandaging – Vinelle sighed defeatly and sat back with an arched back.

“Yeah, it’s not him. I know that” She finally said and winced as the last bit of bandage stuck to her wound. It was a deep thick cut, it was split wide in the middle… it needed stitches, for sure. “Ahm – uh” Vinelle shifted her hand to hide the wound. “Just… you’ve done enough, hm?” she reached for the needle and thread. “Can you please” she nodded to the servant.

The servant quickly shifted forward, looking at Alessendrie briefly, and then listening to Vinelle. She thread the needle and then leaned forward slowly. “Wait” Vinelle reached forward and applied some of the ointment onto her wound. “Okay” she nodded. The servant pierced into her skin, the needle dragged slightly at first. She had to give some pressure – and then it quickly stabbed through. “Gods, Yeesh!” Vinelle quickly snatched the needle and thread. She pulled the thread out and tossed the needle to the floor.

“Just fucking cauterize it, I know you have a spell” Vinelle threw her hand back down on the table and nodded to Alessendrie. “Just suck it up, buttercup” Vinelle gripped the cloth of her own pants. It was wicked tight on her skin, not much to grasp. Her hand then flopped around, finding something to grab as the pain overwhelmed her. She bit her bottom lip and stifled her groan – trying to make sure Alessendrie wasn’t aware of how much pain she caused. Vinelle smiled roughly, taught, against her own muscles that fought her.

It was over and the stench of burning flesh finally faded. Vinelle let out a deep breath and then smiled. “Perfect, thanks. Scars are sexy” she grasped a new bandage and wrapped her arm up with ease. Like she had done it a hundred times or two. “Perfect timing” Vinelle spoke as she peered to Corvin with concerned eyes.

Corvin stirred slightly. Lights faded in and out. Blurryness, like being under water. Is that… seagulls? Corvin blinked several times, then came a sandy cough… Before he knew he was alive. He turned his gaze and it lulled slightly. “Alessendrie?” he questioned softly. He glanced over to Vinelle. Slowly he sat upward, his hand gripping his chest as he sat upward.

“Wh- What are we doing here, Nelle?” he questioned with a confused face. “The meteor… and then..” he gripped his head shaking it slowly. “You – “ he sat back then with wide eyes. “You killed Klegane” he scoffed and then chuckled. “But.. where – did we crash into Citrion? Alessendrie?” he suddenly had the strength. He stood, though hunched slightly – surely in pain. He stepped towards her and grasped her hand. He smiled then. A real authentic bright smile. “Wow” he shook his head and then chuckled. “I thought…” he shook his head slowly. “I’m so sorry” he whispered.

Vinelle looked to the mage for a long moment and then turned her head swiftly when the servant came back. As the woman stepped forward with a fresh decanter – Vinelle stretched her fingers out. “Gimme” she wiggled her fingers swiftly. The servant glanced down with confused eyes. “The damn bottle” she moved her free hand left to right. The servant cocked her head and then stepped over to pour a glass. “No -- The – whole damn thing”

Vinelle snatched the large glass jug the second it was in reach. She wrapped her lips about the large glass stopper, she pulled it off and chucked the hunk of fancy glass between her legs. She tilted the glass upon her lips and chugged. She performed some wild magic with her breathing – in that she could circular breath. Drink and breath at the same time. She drank easily a third of the jug and set it down. Right as she did – the fire lit.

Vinelle’s jaw shot outward in a unexplainable motion. Her head lulled back and she rolled her head, she did not groan or cry or anything. She tensed and fought her own body to not move her arm. “Fuuuck” she finally spoke, the vein in her neck popping with the pressure within. Finally, it was over and Vinelle stumbled back. The small pirate approached the servant, who had a fresh pair of proper bandages. She wrapped Vinelle’s arm and pinned it, with a little pat she smiled. “Perfect as a plum”

Vinelle stepped back as Corvin came to. She went to speak – but he interrupted. She smirked though, but what came next made her frown. He stood and grasped Alessendrie. I mean, not that it really mattered. But who the Hell was this woman? He had never mentioned her before. Vinelle’s brows pulled together and then she cleared her throat. “Seems you lost a few marbles” she tapped to her head. “Memories all foggy?” she questioned, her arms crossing – though the wrapped arm atop.

“Yeah….” Corvin gripped his head and his brows squeezed tight. “Glimpses…” he looked to Alessendrie. He saw her then –


The flickering candles of the lights above played a dance upon her cheeks. Her smile was infectious – like a dark cloud that smothered over the earth that was his body. Until he fell to her upon his knees, to beg for forgiveness for his sins. She soaked into him, consumed him whole, and left him surrendering for release. And when he opened his eyes, these feelings all at once. He saw a beautiful woman, caramel skin and gentle eyes. Brows that spoke before her words, that gave away her every grimace and grin. Her jaw, how it was tense when the Princess spoke. And the cheeks of her mouth, when caught in a gaze… she’d suck them in, sweet dimples upon her cheeks. The best part of them all. The very best. I’ll never forget the way they curved upwards. By the Gods, her full lips split by the sea of pearly teeth, a complementation to the being that she was. Just a beautiful face on an even more beautiful body, with an even more beautiful soul. Heart. The calamity of the universe had begun in his mind and heart. Just by the pure look of her.

They danced across the ball room floor. Couples danced near. They were but faded images, blurs in the distance. He smiled as she did, and when her smile grew – his grew even more. Until he laughed. A heartly chuckle during a graceful spin. She did not step on his foot once. He did not shove her a moment. It was fluid.

When the song ended – he felt the gaze of his soon to be – upon his back. Fire and coals upon his skin. He grasped Alessendrie’s hands, both before him. He leaned down and pressed her hands to his forehead, and then he stood back up. “I’ll never get to say the things I want to say to you” he shook his head slowly, eyes dancing with hers. A watery surface smeared across his solemn blue hues. He rolled his lips into a thin line and then let it go slowly. “I am sorry, Alessendrie.” He turned then and walked up the stairs to the royal table.

“My love” he bowed his head. “Just a single dance, you can’t spare? I have feet only for you, and there is an entire night of songs to dance to. I will not share you…” he smirked and then took her hand. He guide her out with a very buoyant step. He decided to handle the Princess a little more technically, show her just how well he could dance. Perhaps the over exertion would show some kind of effort she’d appreciate, he did not know. Anything but dread. He grasped her and spun her – a smirk as his hand glide down her arm. He gripped her waist and moved with her to the beat, closely and fashionably, but with a touch of devilish zest. What a show. He threw her out and bowed before her, his hand extended to hers. How annoying. And he met her with a hand upward, the style changed. Swifting footing and movements. Laugher, a smile. Gods – Save me.

Soon enough it was he that begged for a breath. He and the Princess walked out to the balcony, hand to hand. He stood with her, the moon shining down upon the perfect couple. Elegance, grace, beauty and – shame. Corvin’s hues lingered down as the woman caught his hues. He stared away to the mountains in the distance. He cringed slightly. A humming sound. He lifted his head and a flash came before his eyes. The city below burned. It flashed away – the city was fine. Bustling… happy. The smells of pies and grills filled the air… then it grew stale, it became ashen and burnt. He stumbled back from the rail of the balcony. It was gone.

Corvin’s eyes searched from side to side. His heart rate pulsed, which could be seen in his neck. Tension from anxiety, and fear. He took several deep breaths and let it go. He smiled to the Princess “Just a sudden sense of vertigo… perhaps too many ales…” he chuckled and came up behind her. He ungloved his hands and tucked the leather pieces away in his belt. He reached forward and pressed his warm thumbs into the shoulders of the Princess. “You look tense, my love” he massaged her slowly. It was with intention, his thumbs pressed into the knots between her shoulder blades. He came close, lips lingering by her neck. “Relax…” he moved his head away. His voice was raspy and breathy against her ear in the motion. Perhaps intentional. He let a hand of his guide from her shoulder and down her arm, until his fingers slid between hers from above. He stretched his hand out, and then he folded inwards.

He rest her own hand upon her chest, and he slowly moved – hips from side to side and a slow dance. Corvin continued to massage her left shoulder, until she gave in to him. When she turned in his arms, he held her upon her hips and smiled. “Beautiful” he whispered. He knelt down and kissed her with passion, even a hint of rosy lust. They kissed for a long moment, enough for the moon to shift slightly. His heart did not pound. Not like he thought it would. He breathed slowly and evenly through his nose. At one point… his eyes opened to count her eyelashes. And then it was over.

He leaned back and chuckled slightly. “Ahem…” he blushed and scratched the back of his head. “We should rejoin the festivities, my lady…"



“Well, we better fucking go!” Vinelle grasped her sword and clipped it onto her belt. “Corvin, fuck – come on. I just got burnt alive, buckle up!” she stepped outside of the door, it slammed slightly.

Corvin stumbled back and tilted his head to Alessendrie. He held a finger up and then turned his head again. Studying her. “Did you… see that?” he questioned softly. His heart pounded now. It pounded so hard he thought he might throw up. His cheeks flushed pink and he turned swiftly. “Ahm… we need to go” he grasped his sword and shoved it upon his back.

Vinelle was already down the hall and approaching the main doors. She whistled loudly and a car drove up. “In in in in in, GO” she shoved Corvin in and scoot next to him. “Scoot scoot, fucking idiot” she shoved him with his hips, shoving him to the right on the bench. Finally Alessendrie joined and the door shut close, they were crammed into a decent cabby.

Corvin glanced upward to the stitching in the ceiling panels. He hummed slightly as they bounced along. “So………” Corvin glanced to Vinelle, to her arm. “Wanna tell us what’s up?” he popped his lips slightly, sarcastically at the up.

Vinelle rolled her eyes and turned her arm about. “It’s a new addition to my tattoo collection. This line here” she traced the burn that could be seen through the bandage slightly. “Means – Fuck you Corvin” she smiled then and nodded her head. “Cetus is being attacked” she spoke plainly and sighed. “Maybe this fuckboy wanna be Pirate has something to do with it. Who the fuck names themselves Blackhale? A fucking idiot Pirate, THAT’S who. Do you really think my name is Vinelle Frey?” she laughed loudly then. Nervously. She was rambling, she was angry.

“Well… what is your..real name then” Corvin questioned, confused slightly.

“Wouldn’t you want to know” Vinelle grinned cheekily. The cabby came to a stop and the driver tapped the back window. They had arrived. Vinelle wiggled in her seat for Alessendrie to get out, to which she followed. Corvin dropped a gold into the can on the buggy, and he slapped the car as he got out. They stood at the docks

It was loud – so loud. Shouting of people moving things, the random ‘get ouf of the fuckin’ way!’ could be picked out of the mass. They walked down a dim market, fish. Just fish every where. A couple of stands for ammo, was that – Gunpowder? Vinelle glanced over and tilted slightly to see the price. “Oh wow – can I – “ Was that a seagull that just shit on my ship?!

“Vinelle – “ Corvin called as they continued forward. Vinelle sighed and caught back up. Her hues glanced up to the swarm of gulls that circled about, her teeth grit. As another bird shit – she shifted to the left, as if to avoid it. But the bird was hundreds of feet away, high in the sky, over one of the many sails that await to be stretched… Vinelle sighed softly as she stared, despite the sun gleaming in her eye.

The Prince watched the area with quick eyes. The huge ship – Dread Whale, stuck out like a sore thumb. It was absolutely huge. The grey wood of the boat was that of ancient ancient mysterious places. The knots formed faces – drowning faces, or choking faces, any kind of deadly face. It reeked with a sort of darkness, the temperature of the air even dropped when you approached…

Corvin glanced to a set of guards who stood in a gaggle. They circled on something – there was some shouting. “Alessendrie, get us in there” he pointed and nodded.

Corvin reached for the door and held it open for the Princess, she stepped inside. As she stepped inside, he shut the door, he did not enter it. His eyes glanced to the Princess and then he nodded his head gently. He turned around for a moment and stepped back to the balcony’s edge. He glanced down, his hues playing over the Queen and… Alessendrie. He peered to their backs, trying to make out what they might be saying. He couldn’t hear it through the muffled sound of music through the two glass doors behind him.

As he glanced up to the sky – the clouds split. He and only he saw a single image. An eyeball blinked to him from the huge sky. The ominous creature, lingering over him. He felt the beasts energy. “I know” he whispered to it. He quickly stepped from the balcony, he managed to slip passed all the people at the ball. Some tried to stop him – but he faked the need for the washroom. He nodded to several and then came out of the ball room.

He entered his room and peered to his perfectly made red velvet lush bed. A bag was packed… next to it was a huge blade. The blade itself was completely black, there was a kind of mystical wave in the blade design, like nothing he had seen before. The eye in the center of the blade twitched and moved, the entire blade buzzed gently to his touch as he lifted it into the air. It was lighter than it looked, he turned the blade over several times. Then he let out a deep breath, like he had been holding it. He sucked in slowly and then let it go again.

That’s right boy. Feast in my power…. Sate your greed…

Corvin pulled her brows together and then shoved the blade back down on the bed. “Fuck you” he grunted and then he began to take his suit off. He threw it to the bed and pulled on a red jacket, the collars flaring outward dramatically. A leather strap over his chest – where he placed the sword upon his back. A pair of brand new boots.. he grasped the bag and hurried out of the room.

He never came back.

***

Vinelle stared to her ship – then she grit her teeth. “What the hell…” she glanced to her arm, then to the black line on her ship. Where they had chipped away at the Ships’ Flesh, it had a kind of scar in its place. It was mended and whole, their efforts for none. Her boots then clacked on the wooden dock and she stepped to it, and peered to the ship that bobbed gently. She looked upward and smile – all of her mane, the collection of sails, tattering in the shifting winds… she stared, like a little girl to a box of puppies.

“Vinelle –“ Corvin was shoved by someone. His eyes searched the crowd swiftly. “Alessendrie?” he called out. “Aless-“ he was shoved hard, he caught his stumble and then pulled his brows together. Enough of this, you know what to do… “No” he whispered through his teeth. He stumbled back and then barged through a crowd of people, he could hear her voice – floating atop the mass of sounds, her voice called to him. Alessendrie.

He pushed through the circle and drew his blade, he saw her. Pinned up against some man... “You want on Cetus?” he questioned. “I know the Captain, feisty one” he spoke and slowly approached with a hand outward, blade in the other. “Let her go, hm?” he smiled and reached for the man. He touched his shoulder “Captain – get me Captain Vinelle” he shout over his shoulder as he placed his hand upon the mans back. “For real” he grinned.

People shouted for the captain, but nothing came. “Ah fuck” he spoke aloud.

Vinelle stood atop the deck of her ship, both hands upon the wheel. Her men scrambled and gathered – she grinned as she held the spokes of her beast. “I’m home now, baby” she leaned down and kissed the spoke of the wheel. “I missed you” she whispered. “Now, fuck this place!” she laughed. The sails were pulled in by the lines, their fluttering manner grew taught and filled with wind. The anchor and dock lines were released and the boat rolled forward. She laughed loudly and then wiggled her fingers. “Mama’s home!” she threw her hands forward.

Suddenly a huge gust of wind came from the skies. No clouds to explain it. The ship launched forward with sudden speed, a rough and tall wake from the rudder. The Captain laughed harder now, the overwhelming sensation of completion consumed her. Her power surged and the ship was gone, unseeable, in a minute of time.

My turn

Corvin’s eyes flashed red for a brief second. Just long enough that his blade shoved into the man’s gut, he sliced upward and the man fell to the ground. “Alessendrie-“ he shook his head. He grasped her hand and pulled her from the crowd, people cleared swiftly – for fear that his blade would take them next.

You need my help…. Heh…heh… A rumbling chuckle in his mind.

Corvin grit his teeth and he shook his head in rebuttal. “No, I don’t” he spoke.

You have already paid for it…

Darkness filled his hues, air moved swiftly, his body felt squeezed. Then it was gone. He stood on the deck of Cetus, which happily sailed through the waters. Standing next to him… Alessendrie, who was pulled into the teleportation. Not a word was muttered. Not a single cast…He turned and looked to Alessendrie, his precious blue eyes searching his. “A lot..has changed” he muttered. Corvin finally let go of her hand and he bit his lip slightly. Though, he turned and looked to the captain, who stood upon the highest deck.

“You tried to axe me!” Vinelle called from the bottom. “You deserve it!” she shouted and then she suddenly leaped into the air. Wind took her, she seem to practically fly. She landed gracefully upon her boat and stretched her arms outward. “It feels good to be home” she twirled, her smile beaming brightly. “Oh, we have a guest aboard…” she grinned. “Fire the engines, boys!” she shouted. The wind settled after her call. There was a rumbling in the ship, and then – an exhaust from the back sputtered several times. “Oh.. one second” she spoke aloud. She smirked and then the engine fired happily and rumbled.

Corvin looked to Alessendrie with wide eyes, the way she stumbled away to the edge of the ship. He bit the inside of his cheek as she hurled and then stumbled away. She spoke words – but he couldn’t make it out. He turned and glanced to Vinelle who stood next to them. “What?” she spoke and crossed her arms.

“You couldn’t fucking wait?” he questioned and shoved her with a hand. “For us to get proper approvals to leave?” he stepped towards her, his brows pulled together.

“I’m a fucking Pirate, your highness” Vinelle shoved him back, her energy instantly shifting to a fire and blaze. “What did you think I was going to do, roll over for the government and their stupid fucking academy?” she laughed loudly then. “You really are an idiot, aren’t you. No you got your nose so deep in her tits you can’t see that my baby was getting quite FUCKED up” she lifted her bandaged arm. She pulled back her hand and then decked Corvin right in the nose.

Corvin stumbled back and gripped his nose, which now bled profusely. “You stupid bitch” he lunged forward. Vinelle twisted her body with ease, she easily butterfly kicked him in the face, landing back on the ground in a twirl. She hummed and brushed her hands together. Corvin lay on the deck of the ship, his eye swollen and nose bleeding.

“You forget who’s captain here” she stepped over him and walked towards Alessendrie. She glanced back to Corvin and she pressed her lips together “Don’t forget, I still don’t forgive you.” she turned and then proceeded towards Alessendrie.

“Hey hun, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” she slowly approached. “Come on” she reached a hand forward. She lead Alessendrie into the captains chambers, which sat on the main deck. It was a lavish room, a large king sized bed. “I got just the trick for you…” she stepped over to a little device and turned it on, it was a small stove. She prepared a tea kettle and set it down to begin boiling. “Traveling all around the world, I see a lot. I come across the best teas” she smirked “This one is Jade Peach tea, the Jade leaves in it help calm the mind body and soul”

“but until it’s ready…” she grasped a linen rag from the top of her dresser and she pointed to the table in the center of the room. “Sit dear” she spoke and nodded. Vinelle slowly approached her and dabbed at the splatters of blood across her face and arms. “We’ll get you something else to wear…” she spoke softly and brushed the cloth over Alessendrie’s knuckles.

“That fucking eye talking to you?” She questioned curiously. “When I first met Corvin, it took me months to block that fucking hellspawn from my mind. He claws at our fears and weaknesses, feeds off of chaos… if you can meditate and find balance within, he’ll leave you alone. You wont have anything to offer him..” she stood up and set the rag down, it was slightly stained a off pink color.

“Corvin has got himself trapped in the fucker’s grip” she laughed. The tea was whistling loudly now, she stepped over and turned the burner off. She poured two glasses and set it down on the table. “I want to get this ship in the air, but it has to be on my terms. Cetus can’t sit in a port and get dissected and pulled apart” she leaned back in her seat slightly.

“Captain!” A shouting came from outside.

The ship suddenly rocked to the side, the chair she was in starting sliding as they leaned drastically. “The fuck” Vinelle quickly stood and rushed out of the room. She glanced up as the ship suddenly shot upright. She reached for the railing before her and hung on as they did. She leaped upward into the air, shooting up at least 30 feet. “Corvin-“ she landed on the 3rd tier, by her wheel.

Corvin stood – his eye swollen shut, blood crusted down his lip and chin. “We’re going back, Vinelle”

“The fuck we aren’t, move it, you fucking psycho” Vinelle shoved him. “I’ll bust your other fuckin’ eye!” she tried to grasp for the wheel.

The ship leaned in the opposite direction as the wheel turned several times. “I’m going to fucking kill you Corvin!!!!” Vinelle reached forward and choked his throat with both hands. He fell backward and she sat atop his chest, both hands on his throat.

“I killed that man” he cried out through gasps of air as she choked him. “It was all for nothing” he grasped her hand. “Do it Vinelle, fucking do it” he grasped her arm. The veins in his neck popped as he fought against her.

A cold breeze wafted over the shifting waves of the sea. Clouds from nothing, as if pouring down from the space above. The weeping darkness of the stars above, clouded by blue and sky. There was anger in the air, tension, chaos. Vinelle was swamped in her rage, her fist came back to her chin and pounded down again. And again.

Release him

Vinelle brought her clenched hand up and she paused. She sat atop Corvin’s stomach, legs straddled on either side of him. He bled from his nose, eye, and another good cut on his eyebrow. Vinelle’s fist was battered and bruised, blood caked on her knuckles. In truth – if Alessendrie had not stopped her, Corvin would have succumbed. Only eternal peace would have followed.

Corvin reached upward instantly and gripped her throat. He stared to her – his eyes were not his. They were burnt red. The eye. Vinelle looked to him and grit her teeth “You let him go, you piece of shit” she gripped Corvin’s arm and then peeled his hand away. Corvin’s blue hues flashed and returned, he breathed heavily and let both his arms relax onto the deck.

Vinelle stood slowly and gripped his arm, she turned and glanced to Alessendrie, a smirk on her face. Toothy, and bloodied. Corvin also stood and stared to Alessendrie. “Alessendrie…” he sucked in a breath. “Don’t…”

It is too late

The world faded suddenly. Collapsing.

Evil…deep…laughter

Darkness. Dry. Cold. Like a forgotten cellar. The scent of spider webs, and decaying books. A sort of ashen smell. The smell of cauterizing skin. Dead flesh. Metallic blood.

Corvin gasped for air – he lay on a ground. It was polished tile under his shoulders. His eyes stared upward to a statue. Planets orbiting space, bronzed and large. The Magnolia Estate… He gripped his head. There was silence. For once. Corvin sat upward, breathing slowly now, forcing himself to pace his lungs. He turned his hues – Alessendrie lay on the ground next to him.

He quickly rolled to the side and hovered over her. “Alessendrie” he touched her cheek. “No – no no” he shook his head. His voice was stuck in his throat. “No” his eyes filled with tears. The voice it was gone. He was just an empty shell. “No ---” the tears hit his cheeks and started to crawl downward. They gathered on the edge of his jaw and dripped onto the forehead of Alessendrie. “No”

Heh..heh..heh… Thank you little Prince… my sweet vessel…

“No, Alessendrie, no” he shook his head and gripped her shoulders. “Give it back to me” he spoke to her now. “Give him back” he began to panic. “Give it back, Alessendrie!!!”

The doors to the room slammed open, there was a crashing – the glass within the door shattered and hit the ground. Thumping through the glass came a fuming tiny Pirate. “First off – why the FUCK is no one running after me? Does anyone know what a Damsel in Distress is? You are the worst fucking Prince-“ she paused. She hurried over to the two, who lay on the ground. “What the?” she spoke confused.


The beginning to the end….


Vinelle shook her head "What happened?" she sat on the floor, she placed a hand on Alessendrie's wrist, checking her pulse. "Thready" she whispered. 

"We were dancing... and then..." he shook his head. He saw flashes it all over again. The port. The man - blood every where. He squeezed his brows together. The darkness in the sky. That... laughing. 

"Is it....?" Vinelle muttered under her breath. 

"Yes, but I don't know what it did. What he did. All I know, is its..." he touched his chest. "It's fucking gone" he shook his head. He quickly stood and rushed away, his boots beating on the tiled floor. He found his room - as if he knew exactly where it was this whole time. He looked to the bed, his blade lay upon it. He grasped it and came running back. As he entered the room - he grit his teeth and then threw his blade with all his strength. It shot through the air and pierced into one of the planets. As it vibrated in its place, bouncing slightly. There was a hole in the blade - where the eye once was, but was no longer....