#397: Hyperventilate -Reconciliation - Ruby_Jelly

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RECONCILIATION

AUTHOR: ruby_jelly
RATING: General
CHARACTER: Original, with borrowed a name.
SERIES: N/A
PROMPT: #397: Hyperventilate tamingthemuse
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: A brief but terrible Reunion.


RECONCILIATION
His black eyes cut across the room and found me. I tried to avoid meeting his gaze, because even as my heart thudded against my ribs, my breath seemed to, stop. “Well, great.” My ears started buzzing and my chest hurt. “Breathe, come on you idiot! Just… breathe.” So, of course, just like a dam breaking, I then started to hyperventilate. It would seem my body is functioning independently of my mind, because I really need to get control of the breathing. What is this, and how was I going to get out of it?
The smirking glare transformed to triumph as my “ex” stalked towards me. Well, so much for the civilised and mutually agreed upon separation, I thought, apparently we’re having a re-union. An unexpected and totally undesired re-union.

“You were easier to find than I expected; than either of us expected, I expect.” The ugly, hungry smirk reappeared. “Why did you leave the city? Hmmmm?”

Air fluttered about my face, and then he, did he just smell me?

“It’s barely civilised this far out in the bush.” Maybe he could smell the animals, hear them snuffling about, settling into their beds. Wish I was away and in my bed; lucky damn pigs. I sensed his annoyance at me for absently, or just daring to glance away, and it was immediately made clear he wanted all my attention back where it belonged. I trembled as he pushed a cool smooth fingernail in a sharp and terrifying trail which started at the fragile bone of my temple, descended along my cheek bone, before tangling viciously in the fold of my lips and settling under my chin. It’s final action, a sharp stabbing push. “Look at me” he growled.
So look I did. Speaking was harder, my throat was immobilised by the painful stretch, and fear had me. His finger pushed deeper, hurting and nearly puncturing my skin, seemingly stalling my brain function. He looked strange, ill maybe? Really pale. It made his eyes even blacker, scarier.

“What’s wrong with you? “ I whispered too soft, because he leaned forward, his ear was coming close to my mouth, and it was reddened and bloodied. What? Blood? A weird smell. “What’s happened to … “

Dorian snapped his head, looked into my eyes from way too close, and laughed. His breath was putrid, several teeth gone, his tongue black.
“I found you. It took a while, and a ridiculous fire at my house tried to stop me. Ha! But I knew, before I died, I knew I would find you. It would seem, My Love, that I have.”

So much for civility, then. The knife in my hand was warm, felt capable, in my grip it promised settlement. As I cut up into Dorian’s body I knew this to be my most civil option.

“It seems we both know some things, and I, at least, do know this: we are forever done.”